In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

Inside the room, Zhao Ying skillfully undressed the boy and picked up a piece of cotton cloth to wipe him.

Ever since she took over this job from Grandmaster Ning Wan ten years ago, she has never stopped doing it for a single day.

Even though the Jianshou Peak had nominally disappeared, she had never given up on her junior master-uncle.

Because she knew that Junior Uncle was the hope of her father and all the uncles.

According to the date mentioned by Grandmaster Ning Wan, Junior Grandmaster Uncle has been sleeping for thirty years. She doesn't know whether she will be able to see Junior Grandmaster Uncle wake up in her lifetime.

His appearance remained unchanged in thirty years, which made her believe what many of her senior uncles said, that her junior senior uncle was a godlike figure.

She instinctively wiped her body with the white mist, her mind distracted.

However, she did not notice that the boy she was wiping had opened his eyes at some point.

......

"Are you the daughter of Senior Brother Zhao Ji?"

Inside the house, Bai Wu sat on the bed, looking at Zhao Ying who was looking at him excitedly.

"Yes."

Zhao Ying nodded, still a little confused.

The junior uncle who had been lying on the bed for thirty years woke up today.

Bai Wu took a look at the surrounding environment and released his perception.

Luye Castle?

Why not at Jianshou Peak?

Combined with what Shi Cheng said, a bad premonition suddenly came to my mind.

"Tell me what happened during the years I was asleep."

Seeing that Zhao Ying was already over twenty years old, Bai Wu's bad premonition grew heavier.

Is it really one day a year?

"......Twenty-nine years ago, my father had a conflict with the Pure Land Temple because he encountered people from the Pure Land Temple encroaching on the people's property. A great cultivator of the Fourth Realm took my father's sword pill away. When several seniors of the Sword First Sect came out to take the sword pill back, the spirituality of the sword pill had been greatly damaged, and my father's cultivation was also damaged..."

The life of a sword cultivator is closely related to the sword. If the sword core is damaged, how can the cultivator not be affected?

"In the same year, my father participated in a sword competition and was defeated by a disciple from the Taoist Zeyuan Temple. That disciple said in front of a large crowd: The disciples of Jianshou Peak are nothing special.

Senior Brother Wu Liu wanted to attack, but was suppressed by the other party's elders. "

Bai Wu took a breath.

Zhao Ji Zhao Ji, if he didn’t have the ultimate pursuit of kendo, how could he have this name.

But he was humiliated by a disciple of a sect...

"Since then, my father's faith in Taoism was damaged and his practice was hindered, so he married my mother, and I was born a few years later.

Twenty-five years ago, a list came out from somewhere, which listed all the names of our uncles in Jianshou Peak. At that time, several uncles who were training outside were killed by monsters, and their bodies were never found. Even the uncles' sword pills could not be found.

Since then, there has been no peace in Jianshou Peak. Every year, demons come to attack and kill us, even if it means stepping into the human territory.

In order to find a place to stay, Donghai Sword Manor took us in for a while, but the good times didn't last long. The big demon Red Flood that was sleeping in the swamp woke up and demanded that Donghai Sword Manor hand us over, otherwise it would flood all the human cities.

In order not to cause trouble for Donghai Sword Manor, we moved out again.

The red dragon still used its magical powers to submerge ten cities of our human race. Even though there were human practitioners trying to stop it, it still caused countless casualties.

It’s just that it’s clearly not our fault, but someone still blames us for it…”

At this point, Zhao Ying's little face showed confusion.

She really couldn't understand why they didn't blame the red dragon that caused the disaster, but instead said that it was their Jianshou Peak that brought the disaster.

"Uncle Wu Liu couldn't stand these words, so he flew to Ze Country to slay the demons and monsters, and he only brought back this sword."

As she spoke, Zhao Ying held up the red long sword she used for sword practice.

It was exactly the same blood-red gilded sword that Wu Liu had, but now that it had lost its owner, the blood-red gilded sword was no longer as bright as it was when it turned into a rainbow and flew away. It was now as dull as dust.

Bai Wu was a little dazed.

"Later, demons invaded our human territory and wanted to capture millions of humans as food. Except for my father, everyone in Jianshou Peak participated in that battle.

Before leaving, they announced all the sword techniques of Jianshou Peak.

My father finally passed away, spitting out the Wind and Thunder Sword Pill that had been nurtured for many years but was still no longer the same as before.

Later, Grandmaster Ning Wan brought my mother and me back to Jianshou Peak. She said that you would feel more at ease when you woke up and saw Jianshou Peak..."

As Zhao Ying spoke, her eyes turned red.

She hadn't talked to anyone for a long time.

"Where is Master Ning Wan?"

With a glimmer of hope, Bai Wu used his left hand to pinch his right hand which was shaking uncontrollably.

Zhao Ying brought him here just to take care of some matters, right?

"Ten years ago, a demon climbed up Jianshou Peak. From that day on, my master handed you over to me..."

Tears flowed down Zhao Ying's slightly weathered face.

After a moment of silence.

"Well, I understand. Thank you for your hard work over the years."

Bai Wu's hands suddenly stopped shaking, and his face showed no signs of sadness or joy. He just comforted Zhao Ying.

"Little uncle?"

Zhao Ying raised her head and looked at the white mist with tearful eyes, with a hint of longing:

"Are you really as powerful as the uncles say?"

“I don’t know how good I am.”

Bai Wu shook his head.

Before Zhao Ying's expression faded, he continued:

"But I think it should be enough to kill that red dragon and destroy the Pure Land Temple."

He looked at the flying sword in his heart that had been constantly tempered for thirty years without interruption.

Refining the sword is also practicing the sword!

"really?"

Zhao Ying's eyes sparkled with tears.

"real."

Bai Wu smiled as he looked at the girl who was considered to be his niece.

In the heart, a flying sword slowly took shape.

It was as red as blood, then dimmed in an instant, as if it had been stained by the hot blood that had pierced its chest, slowly absorbing all the heat, leaving only a cold ember.

"What are you doing in this Luye City?"

Zhao Ying's attire was not very good, and coupled with the small courtyard which could be described as embarrassing, as a practitioner of the second realm, it was impossible for her to fall to such a state.

“I am just a swordsman for a large family in Luye City to provide for their daily needs. My master said that you, my junior uncle, must not be allowed to go too far away from Jianshou Peak.

Thanks to Jianshou Peak, many more people are practicing sword now."

"So how long will it take until the Kendo Conference?"

"There are still about three months left. This time, the venue is jointly organized by several major sword cultivation sects. In order to commemorate the Jianshou Peak of that year, the venue was set at our Jianshou Peak."

Zhao Ying's face was full of sadness.

She wished she could improve her skills so that she could become the champion in swordsmanship in her own family and complete her father's unfinished work.

In just one month, Jianshou Peak has become a memorial.

Even the home where I had lived for three years had become a gathering place for other people.

"Ying'er, go resign from your kendo teaching position. Others are coming to our house to hold an event, so how can we not play the role of host?"

Bai Wu stood up and stretched.

In an instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of thousands of miles flowed into his body!