a ruthless swordsman

86.

After a lifetime, I returned to Jianzong.

At this time, Xiaopingzi was still chopping firewood at home, and was not sent up the mountain by his parents.

Eldest brother is twenty-five years old, and will marry a gentle and kind sister-in-law in two years.

The only regret is that the second senior brother had passed away the year before last.

If I had been resurrected earlier, maybe I could have saved his life.

Life is often not perfect, and the greatest blessing in the world has already happened to me, so I can't ask for more.

87.

The days in Jianzong were smooth and happy, without my father reminding me, I followed the third senior brother every day and practiced swordsmanship with him.In my previous life, I didn't learn the Suxin sword until I died. It took me three months to use it completely.

Originally, I couldn't do five moves under Xie Ling's hands, but now I can compete with him dozens of back and forth.

Heaven doesn't necessarily reward hard work, but if I don't practice hard, I will definitely be stabbed through the chest and die.

I went to the ancestral hall alone.

The tablets of the past lords of the Ruthless Sword Sect are all on top of them, and the tablet of the patriarch is a piece of flattened wood, plain and unpretentious, even unlike ordinary people's style.

It is said that the old man cut it himself before his death.

What a wonder.

I paid homage to the ancestors of Jianzong one by one.

Returning from the dead is something that ordinary people dare not even think about.

Fate is determined by God, God changed my life without a word, and probably will tolerate me doing some other small tricks under his nose.

I wish my father, mother and senior brothers are in good health and grow old without worries.

Two wishes that the Ruthless Sword Sect will flourish and last for a hundred years.

Three wishes...

I hope I can achieve something in the way of swordsmanship, live a few more years in this life, and don't go to see the King of Hades too early.

88.

I respectfully inserted the joss stick into the incense burner.

Get up from the futon after devotional worship.

The three sticks of incense burn quietly, and the head of the incense sticks is kept flat since it ignites.

It seems that the ancestors also heard my voice!

The so-called "sincerity leads to spirit", probably refers to me at this moment.

I straightened my flat clothes and withdrew from the ancestral hall.

89.

As soon as I stepped out, I bumped into my father waiting at the door.

I was startled: "Father? Why are you here?"

After a long while without a reply, my father suddenly clasped his palms on my shoulders, a gust of cool wind blew by the side of my neck, and I couldn't dodge in time to be turned over by him.

Of course he wasn't trying to hit me.

Once my father makes a move, my life will be over.

He was looking at the birthmark on the back of my neck.

Chang Zongzhu's various emotions rushed out, rolled his throat, and sighed in an extremely complicated way: "Son, if it weren't for the birthmark on your shoulder, Dad would have suspected that you had been dropped."

I:"……"

Well, if it is abnormal, first of all, I would not take the initiative to go to the ancestral hall to worship.

In my memory, the ancestral hall is more like a place dedicated to punishment.

I got into a fight with my fourth senior brother, so I went to the ancestral hall to reflect.

Lian Jian was lazy and ran out to play, and went to the ancestral hall to reflect.

I think the seniors of Jianzong are probably not very happy to hear me and Xie Ling continue to bicker in the ancestral hall every now and then!

The second is that daily sword practice is a hundred times more diligent than usual.

This is a life-saving move by one person, father, you should be able to understand.

but--

Dad, it turns out that my image in your heart is much lower than I imagined...

"It's not who I am, aren't you the only son like me?"

His face full of tears forced me to go back, my father smiled and patted me on the shoulder, and said lightly: "Why are you talking to your father, it's not big or small."

"It seems that there are some advantages to taking you to the Qunhaohui. At least it will enlighten you, stop being lazy, and finally have a little bit of my ruthless sword sect."

It was so hard to get a compliment or two from my dad.

Thinking about it carefully, the last time he praised me was probably when he opened the door and entered the room when the sun was high and scolded angrily: "There is no one in Jianzong who can sleep better than you!"

I touched the tip of my nose and turned my face away in embarrassment.

90.

In fact, when I was younger, about four or five years old, my father still had great expectations for me.

The root is good, it was his comment to me when chatting with my mother.

He taught me to learn from breathing and exhaling, and helped me hold the wooden sword by holding my hand.

The sword is too heavy.

I barely held the hilt of the sword with both hands, stood foolishly in the courtyard, and turned the sword into a heavy knife.

Xie Ling put his sword on the ground, put his chin on his folded arms, looked at me with a suppressed smile, and mocked unceremoniously: "Axue, Axue, you are so stupid!"

Immediately, I threw away the wooden sword, ran up to Xie Ling with my short legs, and quarreled with him.

When my father came back from the next yard instructing the third senior brother, we both rolled on the ground and fought hard.

When I can finally hold the sword, Xie Ling has already completed the first set of sword skills.

My father was slow to realize that Chang Wuyu's son, No. 1 in martial arts swordsmanship, seemed to be far behind others in the matter of using a sword.

He led me to the third senior brother's courtyard and asked the third senior brother to take over the heavy responsibility of practicing sword with me.

Although the third senior brother was taciturn, he was very patient. If he failed once, he would try a second time.Under his hands, I learned a little by stumbling.

During these years, Xie Ling has also grown up gradually, he is different from being so outspoken as a child, and knows how to take care of my self-esteem.

I can't remember when, Xie Ling stopped bickering with me, he gave way to me everywhere, let me, my little junior brother who had accomplished nothing.

Ugh.

He didn't understand, in fact, I never forced anything.

It's not that my father is a swordsman, so I must inherit his mantle.

Life is alive, muddle along.

What to do to make yourself unhappy?

91.

"Chang Xuechu!"

"what?"

The corners of my father's mouth slowly pursed: "If you praise you, you will be out of your wits?"

"No." I shook my head quickly.

Before I knew it, I had already reached the courtyard of the third senior brother.

My father stopped and wrote lightly: "Go ahead, when you can compete with Yan Xing, father will teach you the other exercises."

After he finished speaking, he left without looking back at me, as if if he said one more word, I would raise my tail to the sky.

Really.

92.

The cold comes and the summer goes, and two years pass by.

Fortunately, I am not very old, so I am not disturbed by the outside world during my life in Jianzong, so I can devote myself to practicing martial arts.After two years, his swordsmanship has improved a lot compared to the previous few years.

Two months ago, I had a fight with Xie Ling, and there was no accident in the result, of course I lost.

The third senior brother gave me a rare smile.

He said, with the addition of internal strength exercises, I am naturally no match for Xie Ling who practiced exercises diligently when he was young.

If it is only about swordsmanship and moves, the junior junior brother is comparable to the fourth junior brother.

I somehow felt that when I was competing with Xie Ling, I was no longer blindly pressed and beaten by him, and sometimes I could take advantage of the gaps to find his flaws.

But the third senior brother told me so bluntly, I still couldn't help being surprised.

"Really, senior brother, didn't you comfort me?"

The third senior brother touched my head, I have grown a few inches in the past two years, the top of my head is at the same level as his upper lip, and I am no longer a dwarf.

"Junior brother, your talent in swordsmanship is far more than you imagined."

Okay, I can't say any more, besides, I'm going to swell.

93.

Eldest brother has gone far away, so he should be back soon.

I remember that it was around this time in my previous life that he married his sister-in-law back to Jianzong.

Three days later, the elder brother returned as scheduled.

Bring back the news that he is going to get married.

I sat on the side and listened carefully to his talk. The experience of meeting and getting to know each other between him and his sister-in-law became more and more wrong the more I listened to it, as if it was very different from what I remembered.

I frowned slightly.

Xie Ling spoke quickly, and asked me the doubts in my heart: "Eldest senior brother, where is that girl from?"

The elder brother lowered his head and smirked, his face was full of admiration for his sweetheart, and said: "It's the second young lady of the Yun family in the capital."

I was stunned.

My sister-in-law, whose surname is Cheng, is from Cangzhou, and has never been to the capital in her life.