The frost river is frozen, and the broken bridge is seen again...
Although the people on the street were happy, they also put up oil umbrellas and strolled among the whites, laughing and fighting, but their noses were red again...
The snow in Hangzhou is different from the north
It is not as fluttering as goose feathers, nor as light as cotton wool, but more similar to ice crystals. Maybe... it is because the south is too strong...
Zhao Dewei sat in his father's house and slowly savored the turbidity...
Although the Supreme Sword Village is decorated with lights, it is no longer as lively as ever...
In recent years, many of the family members have left here and found another way out. Even if Zhao Dewei tried his best and opened some side businesses with the connections accumulated over the years, it was difficult to maintain the huge expenses of the Supreme Sword Village.
Since the secret casting method of making steel in hundreds of steel has changed from little-known to many blacksmiths to drinking chats, the Supreme Sword Village, which relies on sword making as its main business, will inevitably go to an end. Zhao Dewei had already predicted this three years ago, and persuaded his father several times to put down his figure, give up his dignity, and go to make peace with Feixiamen, but his father scolded him and was helpless.
Now, he has left his hands and driven away his two brothers and younger brothers and sisters. He just wants to have a last-minute talk with his father in this recent day...
It's life...
It's dead...
It is another prosperity...
Still going to perish...
Today... we have to make a decision...
The table was covered with red cloth, the dishes were filled with mats, and the huge room was left with the sound of drinking and the rustling sound of wind and snow hitting the paper window. This peace was not broken until a loud laugh!
"Hahahaha! I'm back for my father! Hey? Wei'er? Why are you the only one? What about your brothers and aunts?" Zhao Wuji took off his cloak and threw it on the horizontal frame, strode to the main seat, and sat down with his robe...
Zhao Dewei held the wine glass and slowly looked up at his father, saying in a deep voice: "I want to say something to my father alone, so I asked them all to step down..."
"This... isn't good for the New Year? Although you are the one who is not here, you will inevitably be complained if you have to do things with your own nature..." Zhao Wuji said naturally, but the flashing in his eyes also proved that he noticed the strange atmosphere.
Zhao Dewei slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, pressed the table with both hands, and replied with a wry smile: "The skin is gone... Where will the hair be attached? The Supreme Sword Village is now so rustling, and there are some complaints... What are you doing? Father, you rushed back from Jinling from all over the place, and it was windy and snowy outside... You eat some food first, drink some wine to warm your stomach..."
"Hmph!" Zhao Wuji raised his hand and slapped the table, shouting coldly: "This happy day! What are you talking nonsense!! Don't you let your father calm down during the New Year!!"
"Okay... I won't say that anymore... Father asks him to take the chopsticks... We father and son, chat while drinking..." Zhao Dewei said as he picked up a piece of meat and put it into his father's food dish. Zhao Wuji's face looked a little better, glared at him, raised his hand to pick it up and ate it...
At this moment, Zhao Dewei sat back on the chair like a deflated balloon...
"What? Why don't you eat Weier...?"
After all, Zhao Wuji is over 70 years old, and he is a little strange. He is all seen in his pupils...
Zhao Dewei also smiled bitterly and shook his head. Ling Ran replied: "The dish... I have put 'Huagong San', I can't eat it!"
"What!! You!! You are crazy!" Zhao Wuji shouted loudly! Then he threw away the chopsticks in his hand and was about to use his qi to induce vomiting, but Zhao Dewei, who was beside him, replied slowly: "You vomit... The effect of this qigong San is only once, you vomit it out... Our Supreme Sword Village... Since then there will be no master again..."
Huagong San...
The secret medicine for passing on skills in the Supreme Sword Village!
Whenever the previous master wants to pass on his own skills to future generations, he must take this medicine first, and then use the secret method of the Supreme Sword Village to run the Qihai Sea, wandering through several meridians and several meridians, he can transition his body's skills and the Qihai Sea in his body to future generations. However, this secret method of seizing the secrets of heaven and fortune is bound to be very harsh. For example, the person who passes the Qi must be a sealess body to avoid the breaking of the abdomen of the two seas, and the flow of true qi can only be used once in this life. After passing the Qi, the original body's tendons and veins are destroyed, and the skin and bones are not present...
In other words, if Zhao Wuji spit out this piece of meat now, he will never be able to pass his qi to future generations in this life...
And while he passes the Qihai to Zhao Dewei, he will die...
But Zhao Wuji, who thought about all this, slowly stopped his energy and stared at Zhao Dewei's eyes. After a long time, he laughed happily. The laughter was a bit shrill, a little unwilling, a little relieved, a little relieved...
"Okay, okay!! It's worthy of being my seed!! It's cruel enough!! It's spicy enough!"
Zhao Dewei stood up with a sad look on his face, bowed and said, "Son... I really can't think of any other way... I can't watch the thousand-year foundation of the Supreme Sword Village! It was eventually destroyed by my father's hand... I hope my father... I'll let it go..."
"Hahahaha... I wanted to... have two more years of leisure... I'll let you do this... for nothing!!" Zhao Wuji waved his hand with a wry smile, then picked up the chopsticks on the ground, wiped it with his sleeves, continued to sweep the clouds at the dishes on the table, wiped his mouth, and drank the glass of wine in one go, stood up and waved at Zhao Dewei, saying, "I'm full for my father, come here..."
"yes……"
Zhao Dewei lowered his head and walked slowly over...
Zhao Wuji suddenly raised his hand and slapped Zhao Dewei in the mouth with a "bang!"
"This slap! It is a punishment for your unfilial piety for your father!!"
Zhao Dewei nodded, lowered his head and said nothing...
"Bang!!" Another mouth!
"This slap! It's a blessing for your father that you are not cruel enough!! Hold back the tears on your face!!"
Zhao Dewei was slightly stunned, then raised his sleeves and rubbed his face, and finally only had a pair of red pupils that seemed to be filled with blood...
Zhao Wuji looked at his son, nodded with relief, and continued to say in a deep voice: "Actually, even if you don't force yourself to be a father, you will have a few years of life... Before being in the Zijin Gate... I was plotted by those two old ghosts! I was forced to take a poisonous insect and was forced to guard the Zijin Gate. I thought that after your brother passed the crown, I would be able to purify the method of purging the merits... Now... I can only entrust them to you..."
"Don't worry, Father... As the head of the sect, I should protect them!!"
"Well... then your two brothers..."
"They participated in the matter that year... I need to give Feixiamen an explanation..."
When Zhao Wuji heard this, his face changed instantly! But soon... he became calm again...
"Forget it, I can't see anything after my father died... But I'm just a little worried about it...that the person who made a contract with you... is really trustworthy?"
Zhao Dewei smiled coldly and replied in a deep voice: "People... never believe......again...again..."
"Then why do you still..."
"Because I have no other way... I can only gamble... I still have a chance to go, and I don't gamble... I can only die..."
"Okay, okay... anyway, these troubles... you will take care of them in the future... Wei'er turned around and rested cross-legged, and wanted to get the merits for her father..."
"yes……"
…………
"Weier... You seem to be thinner than before... Remember... eat more meat..."
"yes……"
"Wei'er... If you look at any girl from now on... you will leave it to your aunt to handle it... Don't... be delayed..."
"yes……"
"Weier... are you still here..."
"Son is here..."
"It's weird... who turned off the light... My father couldn't see clearly..."
“…………”
"Weier... are you still here..."
"Son...is still there..."
"For my father... I'm a little cold... I'll order someone... I'll add some more firewood..."