"You are actually able to come here with a young child."
"If I could, I wouldn't want to come back here."
"This word, hui, is really well used."
"As expected, you understand everything."
"So, you should also understand that you are not welcome here."
"Including her?"
"..."
"Her name is Yue'er, and she turned four years old not long ago. Are you willing to take over the care of her?"
"..."
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your acquiescence. Thank you. My mission is accomplished."
Thump~
…
The water in the underground river of the Mohist government city is very fast and deep. In an emergency, Mohist disciples can go underground from inside the government city and take a small wooden boat all the way out of the river until it merges into another river ten miles away.
The river can rush out and see the sun again.
At that time, due to issues with each other's stance, there were about a thousand Mohist disciples left, and they chose to voluntarily stay trapped in the government city for the rest of their lives.
And most of the disciples, before the government city activated its self-destruction, moved quietly through the underground river and under the organization of Master Xu.
Six years ago, there was a man who, carrying a young child on his back, swam from the river ten miles away against the current into the underground undercurrent, and then swam up the river back to Guancheng.
This is an incredible challenge.
After all, human beings are mortal bodies. No matter how strong your martial arts or deep your inner strength is, you should not try to challenge the mighty power of nature.
This man succeeded. Not only did he succeed, but the young child was still alive.
The price of success was that he overused his magic skills, exhausted his internal strength, then exhausted his physical strength, exhausted his energy, and finally died suddenly on the spot when his willpower also loosened.
Qingqing was a subordinate whom King Dan of Yan relied heavily on. He practiced the magic technique from the Mohist family. He was also one of the direct driving forces behind Yan Dan's order to attract Qi and Chu to attack the Mohist family, causing the city to self-destruct.
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The person who took over the young child from Qingqing was Jing Ke who was hiding in the city of Guan.
There is no need to say more about the identity of the young child. Jing Ke knew very well that she must be Yan Dan's daughter. Qingqing risked his life and sent the child to the city. In the outside world, Qin must be about to destroy Yan.
Jing Ke was not stupid, and he could not be called a wise man in the world, but at least he was a very smart person.
Especially when you are secluded in a city, completely isolated from the outside world, you can't help but think of old things in the past.
The differences between the Mohist disciples, the strange way that Qi and Chu attacked the Mohist family, the transformation of Yan Mo after the death of the Six-fingered Black Man, and the sudden disappearance of senior brother Han Shen, a majestic Dacheng realm swordsman...
Yan Dan!
Yan Wang Dan.
This man would really do anything to resist Qin.
Of course, Jing Ke's mentality has been cultivated well enough, and the evil done by Yan Dan has nothing to do with the four-year-old Yue'er.
He and his wife Liji discussed it and adopted Yue'er as his adopted daughter, thus finding a lovely sister for his son Tianming.
…
Now six years later.
The sun was shining brightly, and there were two children, a boy and a girl, on a large lawn. They were looking solemnly, each facing a big wooden pillar.
On top of the big wooden pillar was a thick piece of wood, about as thick as their heads. The two of them each held down the hilts of their swords at their waists.
"One sword ~ invincible!"
The boy drew his sword. He shouted, and the loud voice made the entire lawn tremble. The sword at his waist was unsheathed and there was a loud sound——
The piece of wood on the pier remained unchanged.
The boy threw the sword aside, stared down at the piece of wood, and swallowed hard.
"Did it succeed this time?"
He reached out his hand and carefully poked at the wood.
Click~
Pa~
"Ouch!"
The exploding wood exploded into pieces and hit his head. His forehead suddenly became red and swollen.
"What? Why does it always fail? I should just snap and cut it in half. Why does it always explode with a snap?"
He rubbed his forehead with both hands, looked left and right at the broken pieces everywhere, and screamed.
The originally serious face of the girl on the other side suddenly couldn't bear it, and she smiled like a flower. "Tianming, my stepmother has criticized you many times. When chopping firewood with a sword, your hands must be steady and your mind must be calm. Half of the firewood in the house is worth it."
If I get distracted by you, be careful your stepmother will be angry."
Tianming rubbed his head and stood up, picked up the sword and made a sword show, and smiled confidently, "Humph, my father said that the best swordsman in the world must have his own unique style. This is me, Tianming
The hero's style cannot be imitated by others. If my mother gets angry, hey, I'll tell you, it was all taught by my father."
"Um, but what my adoptive father clearly taught you is——"
"Oh Yue'er, I don't know why, but I just can't practice. My hands need to be steady and my mind needs to be calm. When I draw the sword, I don't have random thoughts."
"Hmm~" Yue'er turned her head and thought for a moment, then took a deep breath, "Then, I will demonstrate it to you again. Please pay attention carefully."
Tianming immediately thrust his sword into the ground, sat down with his legs crossed, and stared at Yue'er with his eyes wide open, "Okay! I will definitely look carefully."
"Um."
Yue'er nodded, faced her wooden pillar again, and slowly closed her eyes.
"Yeah~"
Open your eyes, hold the hilt of the sword in your hand, and draw the sword!
Uh-huh~
The sword light flashed, and the piece of wood broke with a sound, and the cut was smooth.
"Huh~" Yue'er exhaled gently, put the sword into its sheath, and then turned to look at Tianming, "What's going on, Tianming, do you understand."
Tianming blinked three times, nodded, and then shook his head twice, making Yue'er look confused.
"Tianming, does your expression mean you understand or don't understand?"
"I don't understand. Yue'er, I feel that my posture and strength are no different from yours. Why can I only chop firewood and explode it?"
Tianming was very distressed. He grabbed his forehead with both hands and rubbed his hair until it became a mess.
…
As the two children practiced on the lawn, everything appeared in the eyes of their parents.
"Li Ji, when Tianming turns ten, I can finally be sure that his body is different."
Jing Ke was carrying a basket on his back, with a pheasant lying inside. He saw his son worrying about the firewood on the lawn, his face serious.
"The internal power that Tianming has cultivated since he was a child cannot be completely controlled by himself. If this situation continues to develop, I am afraid that one day..."
Gongsun Liji's bright eyes were calm, her brows were furrowed, and her red lips were biting lightly, "You and I have been practicing martial arts with our grandfather since we were young. There are tens of thousands of people practicing martial arts in the world, but they have never heard of the internal strength that they have gained through cultivation. I can't
Controlled. Could it be that Tianming is congenital and does the body suffer from any disease?"
Pa~
At dawn, once again, the firewood exploded.
Jing Ke's eyelids couldn't help but twitch, "At ten years old, this kind of power is already not small. If Tianming's internal strength continues to improve, sooner or later something will happen, accidentally injuring others, or even..."
"What should we do?"
"I have checked all the classics and materials left in the city, and I can't find any records of this symptom. Li Ji, I plan to go out."