Kendo God

"Look at what kind of life you have been living these years? You were a rich young lady, but you have become a country woman. My Wang family's face has been completely embarrassed by you! My father is against you and that rough man. Isn’t it for your own good to be together?”

The old man shook his sleeves, hating that iron could not become steel, and was furious!

"Sister, don't be stubborn. Go back with your father and brother!"

A middle-aged man looked at the woman with a look of regret.

"I don't want you to be pitiful. I hate you. It was you who stabbed the sword into his chest in front of me!"

The woman had tears streaming down her face, and she was gnashing her teeth in hatred at the people in front of her.

"Whether you want to follow us back or not, it's not up to you. Someone, take her back!"

The old man roared angrily and waved his hand, and immediately several of his men came forward to lead the people.

"Don't even think about it. If you insist on taking me away, you can only take away my body!"

The woman was furious, took out a pair of scissors from her body, and without thinking, stabbed directly into the chest.

"Bastard! Quick, stop her!"

The old man's expression changed greatly. He never expected that his daughter would still be so strong after so many years. Compared with the gentle, virtuous, and knowledgeable person before, she was completely different.

But it all happened so suddenly, there was no time to stop it.

By the time the men came to the woman, the scissors had already penetrated her chest and blood overflowed.

"Mother!"

At this time, Murong Longsheng had already rushed over, and the iron sword in his hand had already been unsheathed with a loud sword cry.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The iron sword swept across and killed the three people surrounding them.

This can be said to be the first time Murong Longsheng killed anyone in his life.

In his desperation, he didn't even care whether he was killing humans or birds.

Every sword attack is fatal.

For a moment, no one dared to step forward. They could only watch the little boy who suddenly rushed out.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Don't scare the child!"

Murong Longsheng came to his mother who had fallen to the ground, looking extremely anxious.

"Silly boy, leave mother alone, go away, go away!"

The woman fell to the ground, already taking in too much air and outgoing too little.

"Mom, don't abandon the child. Dad has left. Do you want to leave too?"

After all, Murong Longsheng had a relatively mature mind, so he could not see that his mother was dying soon.

"Your father has been waiting for me for many years. It's time for mother to accompany him..."

A smile appeared on the woman's face, as if she had seen her husband Murong Subo waving to her.

"It turned out to be that rough bastard, kill him, kill him for me!"

After seeing Murong Longsheng, the old man shouted loudly.

According to common sense, one should be very happy to see his daughter's child, but for the old man, this is an indelible shame.

As long as Murong Longsheng is alive, he is reminding himself that this is a shame!

"Silly boy, go quickly! Hurry..."

After the woman spurted out a mouthful of blood, one hand stopped in mid-air and hit the ground heavily.

"Mother!"

Murong Longsheng's immature face was full of tears and he shouted loudly.

At the same time, the people around him raised their swords and slashed at Murong Longsheng.

"Ah! Give me back my mother, give back my mother! You all deserve to die! You deserve to die!"

Murong Longsheng held an iron sword in his hand and roared to the sky.

From now on, he has no mother and is truly alone...

Just when those swords were about to fall on him, the iron sword in Murong Longsheng's hand seemed to be a sword sharpened like iron, with streaks of white light shining.

He was originally a child, not very tall, but he was very agile, as if he was traveling through the mountains and forests, hunting birds and beasts.

In just a few seconds, all the men brought by the old man and his son fell to the ground, blood flowing like rivers.

"this……"

The old man and his son were terrified. Looking at Murong Longsheng who had become a bloody man, they turned around and ran away as if they had seen a demon.

"You are my grandfather and my uncle, but you killed my parents, give back to my father, and give back to my mother!"

While crying, Murong Longsheng rushed forward and killed the two culprits with one sword and one sword.

After dealing with everyone, Murong Longsheng came to his mother and knelt on the ground. When he saw the smile on his mother's face before leaving, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Perhaps because he was tired from crying, Murong Longsheng lay on his mother's body and fell asleep.

Tang Tian's consciousness has been watching and feeling the same, but unable to help.

Everyone has their own painful experience.

It's just that everyone has different results after facing it. Some people are strong, and some people can't face it...

Tang Tian was an orphan in his previous life. In this life, his parents are still here, but he has never seen his mother.

I was very envious when I saw Murong Longsheng and his mother together before, but now I can't help but feel a little distressed.

I don’t know how long it took before Murong Longsheng woke up.

Looking at his mother's body in confusion, he was young and lacked strength, so he had to dig a hole on the spot and bury his mother.

Looking at the new grave in front of him, Murong Longsheng was in a daze. After a long time, he said: "Mother, don't worry, I will take good care of myself! The child will remember what you said to me and be a I am a man who stands upright and will not let you and dad down..."

Murong Longsheng knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times respectfully.

After packing up a few pieces of his old clothes, Murong Longsheng took the iron sword his father left for him and left the small mountain village...

Looking at the thin figure walking away, Tang Tian didn't know what to say.

The picture also disappeared from here, Tang Tian felt his eyes blurred, and his consciousness had withdrawn from the iron sword.

"The sword rises from the mortal world, with no regrets in the heart. The sword moves are for killing the enemy, but also to survive...this is the mortal sword technique!"

Tang Tian looked at the iron sword in front of him with bright eyes and bowed respectfully.

Tang Tian tried to check other iron swords, and found that the ordinary iron swords all contained the same story scenes as before.

"Maybe the grade of each weapon is Murong Longsheng's memory at different stages!"

Tang Tian's eyes flickered, and he did not rush to check the mortal-level sword. Instead, he sat down cross-legged, centered on himself, and spread the true meaning of the sword to the surroundings in conjunction with the sword soul.

"Buzz!"

Every iron sword trembled, and then made a clattering sound, and an extremely strange true meaning of the sword involuntarily surged towards Tang Tian.

Tang Tian couldn't help but be stunned. He suddenly realized that the true meaning of swordsmanship gave him a very strange feeling...

"Ordinary is like a drop in the ocean, or like a speck of dust, but it is not content with the true meaning of ordinary swordsmanship..."

[Author's digression]: Today's third update is sent