Legend of the Dragon King: The Holy Sword Maker

Chapter 288 Eleven Generations

Na'er was bored on the sofa, shaking Bai Jie's slender legs, and her teacher only gave her a week's leave...

That's what Na'er thinks. Since she went back, if there is a chance, she will definitely stay for a few more days. It's been seven years. Na'er doesn't know what kind of expression she will make if she really meets her, and what she should say. .

Zhao Mingyu just leaned on the sofa, didn't say anything, and waited quietly, when the sky began to darken.

"... "

The crack in the pitch-black space was torn open, and Zhao Xingchen walked out from it.

"It seems that you are ready."

A force of traction pulled Zhao Mingyu and Na'er away, the world changed, and the surrounding illusions were full of birdsong and flowers.

Zhao Mingyu was stunned for a moment: "Long time no see...Dad, Mom..."

"Father, Mom, Na'er is back." Na'er couldn't control the yearning in her heart, and threw herself into Tang Yuxuan's arms.

"Xiaoyu, don't see me now, let me see how your cultivation is." Zhao De began to compare this.

"You man, Xiaoyu, don't listen to him. Mom has prepared a lot of delicious food and is waiting for the two of you to come back. I don't know what father thinks. It took so long to let you come back."

Tang Yuxuan took Zhao Mingyu's hand, looked at it carefully, and then looked at Na'er seriously, tears streaming out of his eyes and choked up.

"Na'er and Xiaoyu in our family have grown up. Time really flies. I always have the image of you when you were young in my heart."

"What delicious food did Mom prepare for Na'er?" Na'er put her head on Tang Yuxuan's chest, her coquettish tone was unmistakable.

"That's right, it's been a long time since I've eaten anything my mother made." Zhao Mingyu came to the dining table, his heart twitching slightly, unexpectedly his grandpa had already arrived.

"The drama of reunion is not suitable for me, come and eat more, there are many things that you need to study seriously in the future." Zhao Xingchen ate ahead of time, he is the biggest, naturally he has the final say, it is really not at all compelling .

The family of five happily finished their dinner, and Zhao Mingyu and Na'er were called away before they had a heart-to-heart talk.

"You can read those books in it. There are many things in ancient times in it, and they are all contacted by phone. There shouldn't be much to say.

Also, when you get to know him this month, grandpa is about to take that step. I have been waiting for this day for too long, and now I probably understand how my father felt at that time. It is really heart-pounding. "

Zhao Xingchen turned on the light, and a gratified smile appeared on his face: "You are a genius in our family, and I am also very satisfied with your soul power cultivation, but... time will always pass by."

"Grandpa, chatting on the phone is completely different from staying together. Na'er has a lot to say to Mom and Dad." Na'er said softly.

"Hahaha, my good granddaughter, I don't want you to watch it all night." Zhao Xingchen strode away from here, leaving only Na'er and Zhao Mingyu behind.

The ceiling was covered with stars, and the stars seemed to be directly carved into the blood. Zhao Mingyu turned to an ancient book and began to read.

Although there are many books in the library, there are not many books in it. There are only dozens of books. The rest seem to be things that shine at once. When Zhao Mingyu touches it, it seems that the memory has traveled through time and space.

"... "

This is the story of the Star Guardians and a hymn to human courage.

"Brother, this book seems to be about the history of the family, let's read it." Na'er leaned close to Zhao Mingyu, and opened the first page of the book with her small hands.

No.11 generation…

"The same story, it must have been experienced by grandpa. I don't know how many lines he wrote." Zhao Mingyu was scared, but at least the handwriting was not written recently.

……

Soon the two were attracted by the words in the book.

When Zhao Xingchen was about to be six years old, his father, in order to take the last step, went to the unknown area alone and never came back.

The young Zhao Xingchen didn't understand what made his father crazy, and his obsession was so deep that he wanted to go even if it was death, no matter how much Xuanzu persuaded him, he couldn't stop him.

"Will my dad come back?"

Zhao Xingchen asked Xuanzu in a crying voice.

Xuan Zu remained silent, his old face showed even less energy, he had half stepped into the coffin, for the sake of his only child, he took a breath of energy, but after all he was already in his twilight years.

Three months later.

Zhao Xingchen spoke very little, which was very different from now. He didn't speak for several days, or even remained silent for more than ten days. The small figure just looked at the starry sky alone.

Xuan Zu was meditating day after day, and now that he hadn't seen him for three months, he seemed to be able to see the blackness on his face, even ordinary people could see that he might only have one breath left.

But he is a soul master after all, and he is still the pinnacle limit Douluo of a soul master.

"Come here, child, today is the day to awaken the martial soul."

Although Xuanzu's spirit was not good, his tone was still up and down. He really wanted to spend more time with Zhao Xingchen. At this time, the essence and blood preserved in his youth played a role.

Just like the children of Thousand Thousand Douluo Continent, Zhao Xingchen also began to awaken his martial soul, the vision of heaven and earth, the purple energy coming from the east, and the cycle of four seasons.

four Seasons.

Four different elements appeared from around Zhao Xingchen, a gleam of light flashed through Xuanzu's closed eyes, and his stooped body straightened a little.

Innate soul power level [-]...

Xuan Zu's long memory recalled that since the martial soul mutated, it has been 2000 years since there has been no innate soul power above the tenth level.

The following days were very boring, Zhao Xingchen practiced day after day, year after year, Xuanzu's time seemed to have stopped, the baptism of blood, he is still strong in the world.

However, there is still no news about his father. Zhao Xingchen has long accepted the fact and learned about it from Xuanzu.

Father is also a Limit Douluo...

Although it is a single thread, every patriarch is a limit Douluo, and Zhao Xingchen's father is naturally the next successor, but he refused.

Zhao Xingchen didn't know what made him pursue so much...

Four years, four years have passed since the awakening of Wuhun.

On this day Xuanzu disappeared inexplicably, and on this day there was lightning and thunder, Zhao Xingchen hid in the room looking at the dark cloudy sky.

There seemed to be something fighting in the sky.

rumbling...

It rained continuously.

Even the space was torn apart, and all the sounds suddenly disappeared in an instant.

the next day…

Zhao Xingchen followed the induction and came to the front of the big shop. Although the man in front of him was very young, he still recognized it at a glance.

"Xiaochen, come here..."

The majestic soul power entered Zhao Xingchen's body...

At the last moment of his life, Xuanzu dredged the meridians for Zhao Xingchen, which is also a thousands of years tradition.

...

Time passed little by little, Xuanzu's body became lighter little by little, he could no longer see clearly, and he came to the statue step by step...

"The ancestor of the Zhao family, Kane, has come to follow in your footsteps."

Zhao Xingchen knew that he was really the only one left now, why couldn't Limit Douluo be happy... This question lingered and took root in his heart.

(End of this chapter)