Xu Qiulan was very scared, and she clearly felt what kind of terrifying power was contained in the human body in front of her. Even though she didn't use it deliberately, it still affected her mind, and she gradually became confused and obsessed.
She knew very well that if she indulged in it, it would inevitably lead to extremely terrible consequences, but she wanted to withdraw, but she couldn't.
Fortunately, when the two of them were about to lose control, the power that could destroy the world suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"Why!"
Wu Ming gently helped Xu Qiulan up and smiled apologetically, "I scared you!"
"Is it hard?"
Xu Qiulan's pretty face turned pale, how could she not know that this was Wu Ming's respect for him?
"I can still hold on!"
Wu Ming shook his head slightly, straightened Xu Qiulan upright, and said after a while, "Don't worry, at least I will be fine until it is completed."
"The kid...is he okay?"
Xu Qiulan said silently for a while.
As a confidante and now the Farmer Saint, one of the helmsmen of the temples, he knows far more than ordinary people.
What's more, Wu Ming didn't deliberately hide anything, and what happened back then couldn't be hidden from anyone who wanted to investigate.
"Same old thing!"
Wu Ming shook his head, not knowing where to start.
His family knew his own affairs, and although he was confident that he could defeat the Demon Ancestor and even made many arrangements, he could not guarantee that he would be able to save his daughter with the power of that person's final counterattack.
"If you need anything, just ask, I will definitely support you!"
Xu Qiulan forced a smile.
"If you have time, go and see her. I'll let her know at Honglian's place!"
Wu Ming stood up slowly, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
"Come back soon!"
Xu Qiulan did not stop him, but vaguely noticed what Wu Ming was going to do. Like a considerate wife, she straightened Wu Ming's clothes.
"rest assured!"
Wu Ming lowered his head, kissed the beauty's white forehead, and walked away.
After being sent to the courtyard gate, seeing the thin and resolute figure disappearing into the distance, Xu Qiulan smiled knowingly and closed the courtyard door.
"snort!"
There was no one around, Wu Ming glanced at the sky with a cold expression, and clenched his fist fiercely, "It seems that you have noticed it, but with this calculation, you can't do anything to me. I really thought that everyone would accept you.
Manipulating?
Anyone who wants to destroy my practice is a mortal enemy. How can I become a slave to strength when I get to this point?"
call!
As he spoke, Wu Ming disappeared, as if nothing had happened. Only the sky seemed to dim for a moment, and then became as bright as before.
…
The war was in full swing, and the entire human race was almost fully engaged, but it did not affect the people at the bottom. It was just that there was a little more tension in the atmosphere.
With the implementation of various policies of the Temple, it has already affected all aspects of the human race and penetrated into the homes of ordinary people.
It will never be the same again. Every time war comes, it feels like despair as if the whole family has been destroyed.
Of course, it is also necessary to pray to gods and Buddhas to pray for the safe return of your children. Of course, more importantly, you need to pray to today's saint, the Great Ming Sage.
Little did they know that in the eyes of all the saints, the Great Ming Sage, who was currently supervising the war on the border, had just left his confidante's place and came to an inconspicuous valley somewhere in China.
"Why!"
A sigh came from the valley, but in front of the small courtyard, a strong man in short clothes put down the wood carving in his hand, looked at the sky, stood up slowly, and boiled water to make tea.
Crunch!
The door of the wooden house opened, and a woman wearing a white sarong and a headscarf looked out the door with a bit of sadness.
"mother!"
At the clothes drying rack not far away, a young girl was shaking out a few pieces of freshly washed clothes. She muttered dissatisfiedly, as if she was not happy to do this kind of work.
But seeing that she is not very beautiful, with a pair of black eyebrows, a male-like heroic spirit, and a strangely attractive temperament, you can tell that she is no ordinary woman.
Even though she is a woman in a sarong wearing a headscarf, her face is cold and she does not wear any makeup, but she cannot hide her peerless youthfulness.
Even the man who is boiling water has a pair of slender hands as white and tender as a woman. Even the mother and daughter cannot compare, which shows that he is extraordinary.
The family of three are all extraordinary people, but they live in seclusion in this deserted mountain and remote place, and there is something weird about everything.
Crunch!
The courtyard door opened slightly, and a thin figure in a green shirt walked into the courtyard as if there was no one around.
"It's you!"
When the girl saw the person coming, she seemed to be furious and said angrily, "What are you doing here?"
"Zhao'er, don't be rude!"
The woman gave a low scolding, as if angry and defensive, and pulled the girl behind her. There was obvious nervousness in her cold eyes as she looked at the man in green clothes who was walking towards her step by step.
"I'm a guest from afar, let's have a cup of tea!"
On the other hand, the man who was making the wood carving remained calm and composed, as if he were normal. He grabbed the steaming kettle and poured water into the rough porcelain bowl.
The tea leaves were obviously not very good. When they were tumbled in hot water, a slight aroma of tea soon came out.
Ordinary rough porcelain tea bowl, ordinary tea foam, very ordinary mountain spring water!
Only extraordinary people!
"Pooh!"
The man in green shirt took a sip of tea, smacked his lips, spit out a piece of tea leaf, and said lightly, "Is this the way the Sword Immortal treats guests?"
"What kind of guest are you?"
The girl seemed a little angry. She broke away from the woman's hand, stepped forward, pointed at the man in green shirt and said, "Wu Ming, if it weren't for you, how could my sister have a home without returning..."
"Are you venting that you haven't enjoyed the luxury of food and clothing in the past five years?"
Wu Ming didn't even raise his eyelids. Although it was a question, it fell in everyone's ears as if it was a fact.
"You...what are you talking nonsense about?"
The girl's pretty face was slightly red, and her whole body was shaking with anger.
"Zhao'er!"
The woman hurried forward and stopped the girl. She looked at Wu Mingdao with a frown and said, "Our family lives here in seclusion, walking in the world without asking about right and wrong. Does the Great Ming Sage have to be so aggressive?"
"Hey!"
Wu Ming laughed and shook his head, looked at the man in sackcloth, and said mockingly, "Sword Immortal thinks so too?"
"cause and effect!"
The man in sackcloth raised his head, his sword-shaped eyebrows slanting into his temples furrowed deeply, his eyes were like sharp swords, but with a soft light wrapped around his fingers, he said, "What should come will eventually come. Thank you for giving me five years." Got it!"
"father!"
The girl looked at the man in linen clothes in disbelief.
She didn't understand why her father, who was known as the world's best swordsman and the most powerful man in the world, had such a side.
It turns out that this family of three is none other than Li Qingge, Cihang Sword Master and his wife, and their only daughter - Li Wenzhao!
Since five years ago, Li Qingge suddenly recalled her and brought her here without any explanation.
Moreover, for the first time, his mother was brought here to live in seclusion.
For a strong martial artist, seclusion is normal and nothing. But what she doesn't understand is why her father wants her to live such a life.
They eat simple meals, sew their own clothes and build their own wooden houses.
The family of three, who had already started eating grains, had to eat three meals a day, get up early and come back late, work at sunrise and rest at sunset. They have never stopped for five years.
Now, she somewhat understood that her father was waiting for someone, Wu Ming, who suddenly came to her door.
But what I don’t understand is how a Wu Ming, even the Great Ming Sage who is now at the height of his power, can make his father make such a big change!
Once upon a time, in Li Wenzhao's impression, his father always had a straight face. Even though he doted on her and fulfilled his duty as a loving father, he could clearly feel the gap between his parents.
That is a sword, an invisible sword!
Over the past five years, this sword has become weaker and weaker, and Li Wenzhao has gradually become accustomed to it, and is even happy that his father is finally taking care of the family, instead of being like before, seemingly right in front of him, but in fact, there is nothing else but the sword.
As distant as an object.
Father and daughter are connected. Li Wenzhao also practices swordsmanship. How could he not know that it is the highest state of swordsmanship?
Although he was very proud to have such a powerful father, Li Wenzhao had been afraid of such a father since he was a child, even though this father had always been doting on him.
But such a father has never appeared with his mother from the time he was born to the time he can remember.
Now, for the first time, we have been living here in seclusion together for five years.
Although it was dull, tedious, and even worrying about oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar, Li Wenzhao enjoyed it and enjoyed the relaxation and happiness he had never experienced before.
I thought that it would be no big deal if this life passed by like this.
But as the first customer arrived, Li Wenzhao felt almost instinctively that something big was about to happen!
Moreover, it is a major event related to the fate of their family of three.
"Aru, order the food and greet the guests!"
Li Qingge waved his hand, did not give his daughter an answer, and smiled gently at the woman.
"Um!"
Like an ordinary woman, Sword Master Cihang returned to the room. When she came out again, she was already carrying a basket and went to the kitchen nearby. She called out, "Zhao'er, come here!"
"snort!"
Li Wenzhao glared at Wu Ming fiercely and followed reluctantly.
"How long?"
Wu Ming's eyes fell on Li Wenzhao and said meaningfully.
"It's been a long time, so long that I can't even remember it!"
Li Qingge shook his head and smiled bitterly. His daughter's figure was reflected in his eyes that seemed to remain unchanged, but they were full of kindness, pain, and deep regret.
"Is it worth it?"
Wu Ming said calmly.
Li Qingge shook his head, as if he didn't know how to answer, and suddenly looked at Wu Mingdao: "I think you must have a deep understanding of it!"
Wu Ming was playing with the tea cup. Suddenly, the rough porcelain tea cup turned to dust silently, then returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
"Killing the master and destroying the younger brother, abandoning the wife and daughter, do they know?"
Wu Ming's face gradually turned cold, and he glanced sideways at the busy figures in the kitchen.
"Now that you're here, you should know that I have no choice at all!"
Li Qingge closed his eyes, hiding the deep pain.
"You can die!"
Wu Ming said indifferently.
"Will you?"
Li Qingge opened his eyes and looked at the shameless young man in front of him, but he seemed to have the same fate as himself. Even he himself didn't notice that the moment he asked this question, his tone changed a bit.
Placed on his knees, his slender, jade-like hands were clenched unconsciously, revealing the fluctuations in his heart, and there was hope in his eyes. (To be continued)