The best are seeking death every day, and the big guys are killing each other indiscriminately.

Although he didn't like Wen Shao always watching him practice swordsmanship, he had to admit that under Wen Shao's careful training, his martial arts had already surpassed many others and he was the leader of the younger generation.

Why should this brat, a half-monk, fight with him?

Don't take advantage of him, you bastard. Wen Xing'an was too lazy to make excuses with him and nodded: "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

Before he finished speaking, he had already attacked quickly. His moves were light and ethereal, and his moves were not fancy, but he was quick, accurate and ruthless. He attacked directly at the pulse gate. Wen Yuxuan's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously pulled out his sword and blocked it in front of his eyes.

Wen Yuxuan took half a step back, and Wen Xing'an stood with his hands behind his back, speaking in a relaxed tone: "Second brother, didn't you say you wanted me to make three moves? Why did you do it with just one move?"

Wen Yuxuan's eyebrows were gloomy: "Come again!"

The two of them were fighting each other, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while. Wen Mingyuan watched intently, and his heart was relieved. The miracle doctor his father said was really capable.

Not only did he cure his leg injury, but the pills he refined could also restore a person's pure internal energy for many decades, allowing Wen Xing'an, who started late, to catch up with Wen Yuxuan.

In the past few months, Wen Xing'an has been working hard to catch up, but Wen Yuxuan, without Wen Shao's control, is still treading water, even retreating if he doesn't advance.

In terms of force, the two should be evenly matched now, but Wen Yuxuan's heart is already in chaos, and defeat will be a matter of time.

Sure enough, after fighting for hundreds of moves, both of them were a little tired, especially Wen Yuxuan, who was under great pressure. Wen Xing'an deliberately showed a weakness, and he rushed forward impatiently.

The next second, the Chixiao Sword was pointed at his neck, and he even felt the biting coldness of the sword's body.

Wen Xing'an tilted his head and smiled softly: "I won, thank you for your advice."

Wen Yuxuan's face turned red and white as if he had been slapped.

Wen Xing'an turned to look at Wen Shao and ran to him jumping up and down: "Dad, I win!"

A pair of pure eyes were full of expectation. Wen Shao knew what he was looking forward to and nodded: "I will start teaching you Qingfeng Sword Technique tomorrow."

Although he has had ten years of pure internal energy in his body, in order to prevent his foundation from being unstable, he has been forced to learn basic sword moves in the past few months.

It's great to reach the sky in one step, but if you want to reach a higher level, laying a solid foundation is the key.

Wen Xing'an's eyes suddenly lit up, and the spring light was bright. If there was a tail behind him, he might be wagging it more happily than Wen Bai: "Thank you, dad!"

Wen Mingyuan stood on the side with soft eyes.

The harmonious atmosphere of the family of three pricks the eyes of outsiders. In the past, Wen Yuxuan has always been the focus of Wen Shao's training. How has he ever been so ignored: "Damn boy, just wait for me!"

"What are you waiting for?" Wen Shao finally looked over, "If you hadn't been slacking off in the past six months, how could you be like this now? From now on, just stay in the yard and practice your sword well. Don’t go!”

Wen Shao shook his sleeves, looked very angry, and left with the two of them. He turned to Wen Mingyuan with a smile: "This is your brother's first time here. Please give him a good tour. When you come back, …”

Wen Yuxuan was dumbfounded, threw his sword to the ground, and punched the air with a combination of punches: "Ahhhhhhhhh!"

The sun gradually sank into the Western Mountains, and stars twinkled all over the sky, dotting the night sky in silence.

In Wen Shao's room, the candlelight was bright, and the father and son were discussing a plan to deal with Wen Yuxuan and the people behind it.

Wen Mingyuan: "Why don't we invite you to the urn? Fighting on our territory will result in fewer casualties than going out."

Wen Xing'an had another point of view: "Didn't Wen Yuxuan use the Yanmen Sect's money to support the people behind the scenes? But he hasn't made any money in the past six months. The people behind the scenes must be extremely anxious. Without enough money, how can anyone do anything? Is he working hard?"

"I'm just afraid that they won't dare to take action. Isn't Wen Yuxuan locked up now? Why not let him out and let him contact the people behind the scenes. We can follow the clues to find his lair and draw out the firepower."

Wen Mingyuan nodded: "Xing'an is right, but I think they have been planning for more than ten years from the beginning of the child exchange. No matter how small a group of people they are, they will not be completely dispersed in just six months."

"Besides, Wen Yuxuan had a lot of money smuggled out before, so it won't be a problem for them to hold on for half a year."

"The lack of money will only make them more and more impatient. As long as we sell a flaw to lure them into action, we are not afraid that they will not take the bait - just like you did with Wen Yuxuan today."

"Dad, what do you think?" Wen Mingyuan asked Wen Shao for his opinion.

Wen Shao said, "You two can just discuss it."

The two of them were stunned: "Dad?"

"What?" Wen Shao said slowly, "You're not allowing me to retire and have a good rest?"

Wen Mingyuan shook his head: "No, it's just that my son is afraid that if he doesn't do well, he might harm the Yanmen sect."

"Don't underestimate yourself." Wen Shao smiled slightly, "You can do well no matter in the past or now. Doesn't the Yanmen Sect's funds rely on you and Steward Qian to support them?"

"Xing'an, his martial arts skills aren't bad either. It's time for a real battle."

"I am old, but you are still young. No one can resist aging, but there are always people who are young. Seeing you is like seeing me in the past."

"A new generation replaces the old ones. The Yanmen Sect will be handed over to you sooner or later."

"This matter should be treated as an assessment given to you by my father. If it is handled well, I can retire with peace of mind. If it is not handled well, it means that you will have to practice for a few more years - it is not a big deal."

"Let's go ahead and do it. As long as my father is still here, no one can threaten the Yanmen Sect."

Wen Mingyuan's anxious heart was gradually calmed down. At the same time, he gave Wen Xing'an a comforting look, nodded and said, "Dad, don't worry, we will definitely work hard."

As Wen Shao said, the Yanmen Sect will be handed over to them sooner or later, and they must learn to handle large and small affairs independently. This incident is a key step for them, and they still have his father's sword in hand.

Wen Mingyuan knew very well that when his father was his age, he was already known as the best swordsman in the world. He even founded the Yanmen Sect and was responsible for it alone.

As his father's son, he and Xing'an can't lose, right?

Wen Xing'an could only watch helplessly as his brother took over this job for him and himself, with a somewhat sad face.

"What's wrong?" Wen Mingyuan asked.

Wen Xing'an lowered his head and wrung his fingers: "I, I'm afraid that I can't do it well."

He is young and has just been retrieved. He was so passionate about what he said just now, but once Wen Shao withdraws, he seems to have lost his backbone. He has only read a few books and doesn't know all the words. How can he prepare troops? Arrangement.

"What are you afraid of? Just speak out if you have any ideas. If there is any loophole, dad and I and everyone from the Yanmen sect are still here. We will not watch ourselves die."

Wen Xingan nodded hesitantly.

The two brothers laid out the layout in the room, constantly improving it, and finally finalized the overall plan in the middle of the night. If it was to be implemented, they would have to discuss it with several senior officials of the Yanmen Sect to minimize losses.