Relief

It was an unremarkable sword.

Placed on a plain stone table.

Anyone with discerning eyes would pass by without looking at it.

"This is the ancestral sword of my Xie family," said my father, "Its name is Qingjingtian."

He held the copper hilt with a pious heart, and the sword body was illuminated by the bright light between heaven and earth.

"A man is not invincible in the world because of his sword, but the sword is famous all over the world because of its owner. Qingjingtian is a famous sword in the hands of every patriarch. I hope it will be passed on to you, so that you don't have to live up to the hard work accumulated from generation to generation."

The peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain have already bloomed, but there is still a chill in the village, the trees are sprouting, and people are more and more aroused by the passion of life at the border of winter and spring.

The passion poured into the blade, and the double blades waved with the wind of the sword, breaking through the air, cutting through the branches, and embedded in the arch of the courtyard wall.

There are three winds breaking through the air.Cut the branch into three pieces.Three scratches on the arch.

"Take three mountains with one sword, you have learned well," my father said, "Now you can follow and learn the eighteenth."

Eighteen swords have eighteen swords, and the power of each sword is superimposed. If you swing it eighteen times, no matter what kind of enemy you face, you can send him to hell.

His heart was beating excitedly because he was about to learn the secret technique of his own family, and he felt his father's generous palm pressing down on his dantian.

In martial arts competitions, the one with the highest internal strength wins, and the internal strength is stored in the dan house every day, so the dantian is the foundation of martial arts practitioners.Some people have a large opening in the pubic region and accumulate internal energy quickly, which is called high talent, while others have a small opening in the pubic area and accumulate internal energy slowly, so they are not suitable for martial arts.

The dantian of the Xie family has a strange structure, as if there is an unbreakable seal blocking the meridian, preventing the internal energy from being transmitted from the alchemy to the limbs and bones, so whether it is light work, leg work or boxing, it has nothing to do with the Xie family. They can cultivate internal force But unable to use internal force.The ancestors of the Xie family visited famous masters all over the world, but to no avail, they only got a feedback that "I am insulated from martial arts".

"However, that seal is not a drum," said the father, pressing his dantian. "The bombardment with internal force can produce feedback vibrations. As long as you make good use of it, use the force of vibration to strike the sword, and the internal force will be endless like a wave." The strength that is born is like waves accumulating layer upon layer, forming a basic sword technique that only members of the Xie family can use."

The experience of the Xie family seeking solutions to their own uniqueness is a very distant history for him. By the time he was born, his father had already established the famous Xiejiagui Yizhuang. The Xie family was no longer a waste of martial arts, but A family of swordsmen with unique secret skills.

He has never been cast aside, only the respect and admiration of others in his life, learning his own swordsmanship is like receiving a crown made of gold from his father.

The mother stepped across the archway holding her skirt.

"Why is Wang Suiqu on patrol today? Where's Xiaotao?"

He sweated a lot from practicing sword practice, and finally got a moment to rest and eavesdrop on his parents' conversation.

"The two of them may be on shifts. Xiaotao is in charge of patrolling. You have to ask him."

"Xiaotao can no longer control patrols, haven't you noticed?"

"What do you mean?"

"Some people promoted Wang Suiqu too high and took away the right to patrol."

Father was silent for a moment: "Don't worry about the suspect, don't worry about the employer, don't worry about these things."

He pretended to concentrate on wiping the sword, while complaining in his heart that his father was too easy to trust others, and sometimes his mother had already made it very clear, but he was dumb and didn't know how to refute, but he always closed his ears firmly.

However, it is precisely because of this belief that the uncles and disciples in the village and outside the village all respect and loyal to their father from the bottom of their hearts.

Although the mother is intelligent and keen, but no one can be fooled by the people who observe it. Only the ignorance and honesty of the father have the appeal to gather hundreds of people in Guiyi Village.

Wanting to become someone like his father, he secretly set a goal.

On the day when the first red cherry trees covered the treetops, the scorching light covered the sun in the sky.

The mountains were full of fiery trees and silver flowers, and his eyes were squinted. He was stunned watching in the backyard, not knowing what kind of festival it was.The mother raised her head by her side with a serious face: "It's the fireworks signal."

Father rushed through the archway, covered in paint: "Go!"

He was still standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on.His mother was the first to react and pushed him towards the courtyard door: "Go!"

The colorful fireworks lit up in the mountains and forests, and the sparks seemed to blow out a symbol with deep meaning. He heard the sound of weapons clashing in the villa.

The voice did not come from the front hall, nor did it come from the back hill.The voice came from all directions.

There was nothing in the backyard, no servants running for their lives, and no loyal doormen protecting the Lord, the patrols and guards disappeared without a trace.This obvious trap trapped the three most important people in the village - the head of the house, the mistress and their young son.

Do not!

He grabbed the stone arch, unwilling to flee.He saw his father's stalwart back standing with a sword in his hand, and the blood was blooming in front of him.

go!

The mother's eyes were firm and decisive, just like her usual decisiveness.She is a woman who is too smart and kind, and can always decide the best path for each other, never leaving the choice to the other party.

The mother broke off his clinging hand, and pushed him out of the mountain villa that burst into flames in an instant.

Do not! ! ! !

He fell into the meadow full of wildflowers amidst his own cry of pain.

The flames and fighting faded away, and butterflies flew past his eyes.

Xu Feng quietly sent the fragrance of flowers.

There was a clear ringing of the bell.

He looked up, and saw a pair of black moccasin boots, leather wrapped slender legs, above it was a brocade jacket of duck egg green and a thin waist, with a string of simple and simple silver bells hanging on the waist.

The moccasin boots walked with great joy, and the silver bells rang happily.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, and the duck-egg green youth in brocade clothes slipped away from his hand like a hallucination, and flew into another person's embrace.

There was vibrating laughter in the air.

The moccasin boots were kneeling by the man's legs, and the young man in brocade clothes raised his arms to wrap his arms around the man's neck, his upper body stood upright and condescendingly, and he talked affectionately with a smile.

The man's arm circled behind the youth's invisible back, flashing a dagger.

run! !He yelled at the top of his lungs.

The young man couldn't hear it, and still made fun of that person, trying to hide his affection with frivolity.

Daggers pierced the spine, and bright red flowers bloomed.

"Brother Tao!!!"

Xie Zhixu opened his eyes suddenly, squinted by the incandescent sunlight outside the window, and the moment he woke up, he realized that he was in a carriage, accompanied by a slight jolt.

The sun shines through the eyelids, and the eyes are white and bright, and a voice sounds nearby: "The young master is awake."

Xie Zhixu paused, then opened his eyes: "Please don't call me that anymore."

The eight-foot-deep carriage is spacious enough for only two people.The other is a middle-aged man with a thick back and waist, well dressed and expensive accessories, and his demeanor is even and steady, as if he has been in a superior position for a long time.

It is indeed different.Xie Zhixu thought silently.

The man said: "Young Master, did you dream of Xiao Tao?" He still called him Young Master, as if he had never heard of Xie Zhixu's request, he just smiled and said: "Xiao Tao and Young Master grew up together, you two Time is the best time to play, the young master left Jiangling mansion without saying goodbye, Xiaotao also misses the young master very much. When you return to Jiangling, you will be able to reunite with your most familiar companions and friends."

Xie Zhixu did not speak.

The curtains of the car were lifted halfway, and the lights were burning in the cabin. The two of them fell into silence amidst the intersection of blazing white and dim yellow.

This person's name is Xu Hui, and he was the person who blocked Xie Zhixu in the alley in Suzhou Mansion earlier. He was originally a subordinate of Xie Zhixu's father. The uncle has no contact with him anymore, and he didn't expect to meet an old friend in Suzhou.

Xu Hui didn't expect to meet Xie Zhixu either. During his business trip to Suzhou this time, he and his new boss, Hou Daizhao's confidantes, were under surveillance everywhere. Startled, Xie Zhixu jumped and thought he had really met a kidnapper.

"Actually, I don't want to go back to Jiangling at all." Xie Zhixu once said bluntly to Xu Hui.

"Jiangling has the inheritance of the Xie family's ancestors, and the unresolved hatred of your parents. It is the foundation of your roots. If you don't take back your Xie family's ancestral property and avenge your parents' bloody revenge, what face do you have to be a child of the Xie family?" Young master, what face do you have to meet your Xie family ancestor under Jiuquan?"

So I told you not to call me young master.Xie Zhixu rested his chin and looked at the scenery passing by outside the window, most of which he was not familiar with, it always felt unfamiliar to him.Who in the world would feel strange about their own home?

If I had known this earlier, I might as well have followed the example of the second senior brother, who changed his surname when he returned to Qiongshan with his husband.If you change your surname, what would you like?Mr. Sui's surname is Liu?Follow your brother's surname?

Thinking of the second senior brother, Xie Zhixu was at a loss again.

He originally thought that the second senior brother had the deepest obsession, and that the infinite scenery of Qiongshan Mountain could not dissipate him, so he wanted to go back to Suzhou to put an end to his wrong childhood.But I didn't expect that the attachment is a real attachment, and that letting go is really able to let go. Even the name and surname have been changed, and the identity has been completely new since then.

If the second senior brother was here, what choice would he make?Will he immediately decide to return to Jiangling with Xu Hui to end all past grievances?

But seniors are seniors after all, even if they are dumb and crippled and rely on wheelchairs all the year round, they can still convince the gang in Suzhou who are more skilled than the other in martial arts.He looks weak and easy to bully, but he pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger.

and I?I am a strong outsider.

Xie Zhixu stretched out his hand to touch the Qingjingtian sword sheath on his waist that was inseparable for a moment.

When Xu Hui saw him still wearing this sword that day, he was overjoyed. He only thought that the Xie family had successors, and the young master would never change his mind.But he didn't know that the young master's martial arts were bizarrely abolished, and he could only swing three swords with all his strength. These three swords were not Xie Shiji's one sword to take three mountains, but the "three waste swords" in Tang Haifeng's mouth.

The ancestral sword of the Xie family finally became useless in the hands of Xie Zhixu.

what can i do

As time passed on the road, the closer he was to Jiangling Mansion, the more flustered Xie Zhixuan became.

I can't do anything.

It's a pity that Xu Hui obviously didn't think so, and kept Xie Zhixu under strict supervision all the way, for fear that the last hope of the Xie family would slip away from under his nose.

"It's almost there," Xu Hui broke the silence, and said kindly to Xie Zhixu, "After entering the city, go to the subordinate's house first, the young master can rest for a few days, and the subordinate will take the young master to familiarize himself with the latest situation in the manor. Tao should be at home too, since the young master disappeared, he has been in a bad mood, and he doesn't go out to hang out with those cronies anymore. Xiao Tao will be very happy to see the young master back."

A post pavilion ten miles away from the city gate appeared on the horizon. Not far away, the surging river flowed through the city, and the city gate was about to appear in front of the eyes amidst the steam.