What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

Liang Bujin raised Xiao Fangdao alone.

The troubles encountered by a woman alone with a child are different from those encountered by Miss Liang and "Madam Xiao". Turn it into dry wood and dry stone.

And, when she stared at the baby's face that gradually became round from dry wrinkles, she sadly found that she couldn't solve this "trouble". Xiao Fangdao made her fall into the quagmire willingly.

As Xiao Fangdao grew up, her worries also increased day by day.

Liang Bujin didn't know how to teach this child, her pride made her not allow Xiao Fangdao to become an ignorant idiot, and she was afraid that she would give Xiao Xing some crazy qualities between herself and Xiao Xing. The knife body intensified.On the one hand, she plays the role of a gentle and kind mother, and on the other hand, she assumes the role of a hard-hearted observer.

Xiao Fangdao has shown amazing talents since he was a child.

Liang Bujin personally taught her to read and write. Xiao Fangdao was able to read thousands of characters when he was five years old. Hai is at your fingertips. Although a naive child, she already has a preference for likes and dislikes. She has a strong interest in the four schools of war, law, Buddhism, and Taoism. She often sits in meditation, just like an adult. She is not withdrawn. Not close, Xiao Fangdao is more loved by neighbors.

And when she was six years old, Liang Bujin discovered that Xiao Fang occasionally had soot in his fingers.

This aroused her vigilance, because although this child has a sincere curiosity about many things, he has no interest in cooking.

When she found traces of the fire stick being moved several times, she questioned her young daughter.

"False deceit cannot last long, I hope you will tell the truth to me."

"...I use it to practice swordplay."

Liang Bujin's heart finally fell.

She didn't let Xiao Fangdao learn martial arts, but stored the sword manual in the books. She expected her daughter to discover this secret, but she was worried about the result.

"Why are you lying to me?"

Xiao Fangdao lowered his head: "I think mother will be unhappy."

“How come you see?”

"Because you always skip the part about weapons in the Classic of Martial Arts." She said honestly, "The same goes for other books."

"Yes." Liang Bujin threw the fire stick to her, "Martial arts is different from other things. If you don't learn classics, history, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting well, at most you will be laughed at by others, but if you don't practice martial arts to the deepest level, you won't be able to learn it." would die for it. Like—”

She suddenly started to attack a young boy who had no strength to fight back, Xiao Fangdao was stunned, and hurriedly bent over to pick up the iron rod, but he was a step too late, so he had to accept the palm.

The strange pain caused a sullen red cloud to burn on her face, and at the same time, she felt that the pain in her right arm completely stimulated a kind of fierceness buried in her blood, pulse and even soul.

The lines in the sword manual were like swimming snakes, and the lines that looked like pictures and words rushed to her wrist, and the smoke and ink from the book seeped into the stick to burnt ashes, turning into a pot of pure and thick blue wine and pouring it on her.

Holding a stick like a sword, she stabbed at her mother rebelliously.

That was the first time she stepped into the realm of looking up at the universe and wandering the mind.

Liang Bujin understood that if this slap failed to dispel her thoughts, then there would be nothing that could stop her old ambitions.

Since then, the mother and daughter have had an unusual activity to enhance their relationship - martial arts competition.

Of course, Xiao Fangdao never won.

She is often frustrated by her own failure: "Mom, you should let me go."

"I've already passed." Liang Bujin imitated her aggrieved appearance, "Every time I scratch your clothes, I have to mend them. I definitely hope you win."

"Why can't you give in a little more?"

"Because I'm afraid I really don't have any clothes to mend." Liang Bujin smiled lightly, "You will grow bigger and stronger, and the chances of this will become less and less."

Xiao Fangdao thought about it, and promised: "If I beat my mother one day, I will also mend clothes for my mother."

Liang Bujin's eyes were quiet.

The day did not come.

She didn't wait for Xiao Fangdao to grow up, but she waited for Bamboo Wind Baqu.

They are the eight protectors of the Bamboo Wind Sect. They use flute, flute, xun, bell, qin, zither, pipa, and konghou as weapons.

The eight people stood in this narrow and messy farmyard, their demeanor slightly diminished and their momentum overwhelming.

"We're here to get the Qiujiang sword."

They speak as victors.

Liang Buqian closed his eyes.

She knew something must have happened to the Liang family, so someone was threatened to tell her whereabouts.

Maybe this person thought that Baqu couldn't find her, maybe he was talking nonsense just to save his life, or maybe he was pinning a glimmer of hope on a traitor who had been away from home for more than ten years.

She also knew that Bamboo Wind Baqu needed more than just a sword.

As for the secret, she doesn't know.

"You're going to make a trip for nothing."

"Miss Liang is unwilling to hand it over?"

Liang Bujin smiled: "Yes, the Qiujiang sword has been melted by me, no matter what you want to get, it is all in vain."

Zuo Bakong, the first of the eight songs, looked down at Xiao Fangdao who was beside her, and said in a deep voice: "Maybe your love doesn't think so."

Liang Bujin has been away from the Jianghu for a long time, and she doesn't know the extent of their skills, but she knows that she is determined not to be able to protect herself and Xiao Fangdao under the siege of these eight masters.

What's more, she has not held a sword for many years, and this poor house does not have a sharp weapon comparable to the Qiujiang Sword.

"You probably don't know how Xiao Xing died." She gently stroked Xiao Fangdao's hair, "My husband killed me on the day I was about to give birth."

Zuo Bakong frowned in amazement: "You killed Xiao Xing?"

"That's right, because he doesn't satisfy me." She said coldly, "This child is the same. If you want to threaten her life, I will kill her life before you do it."

"A tiger's poison does not eat its children, you—"

Liang Bujin changed the subject: "But I don't suggest you do this. Because she is not only my daughter, but also the disciple of Li Fulan, the master of Mingli temple."

"I don't know that the Liang family still has friendship with Ming Liguan," Zuo Bakong said.

"Now you know."

Liang Bujin casually picked up the hatchet next to the wooden pier, and said to his daughter, "Come, let them see the sword skills your master taught you."

Xiao Fangdao looked into those indifferent and ironic eyes, and read the deep love from them.

Holding the toy-like wooden sword in her hand, she made an impressive move.

The sound of xun on Tao Pingbo's lips stopped suddenly, and he said in astonishment: "It's the Chongli sword technique."

Qian Feihua stepped closer, and the pipa on her back bumped against her slender waist, making a soft sound that was more touching than the sound of strings: "Little girl, did you really learn your sword from Li Fulan?"

Xiao Fangdao didn't speak.

In the last contest with Liang Buqin, she neither lost nor won.

She only saw her mother facing her with a chilling and cold swordsmanship that she had never used before.

Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad.

It seemed that what fell around her was not the sword energy, but the desolate and desolate autumn mood.

Liang Bujin stepped on the fallen logs, held a hatchet in his hand, and said to the eight people who had formed a siege, "Is the Liang family all dead?"

Zuo Bakong clenched his flute: "No."

"That's good." She smiled, "Whoever told you to come looking for me, please let him go, he has already told everything he knows."

"..."

She leaned down and quietly said to Xiao Fangdao: "I don't know Master Mingli, but she is a good person, so even so she can be used by me, if you can survive, then truly worship her as your teacher. "

"Liang is not close, you didn't have to go this far." Zuo Bakong seemed regretful.

"Ha ha……"

She looked up to the sky, but she was talking to Xiao Fangdao.

"Actually, I have no right to blame him. He refused to let go of the sword, and I never really let go of the Qiujiang sword."

"Perhaps only you can do it."

She used the simplest move of the Liang family's swordsmanship to complete the suicide.

On the day when he learned the truth of his father's death and witnessed the tragic scene of his mother's death, Xiao Fangdao understood the true meaning of this set of sword techniques.

it is red.

Only by stuffing all the maple leaves that withered in autumn into the stove can we burn such a red color.

She couldn't look directly at the red sun in the sky, and she didn't dare to look directly at the red blood on the ground, so she could only focus her eyes on the group of people whose killing intent was flickering in the middle.

She memorized their figures, appearances, weapons, the timbres of the eight musical instruments, and the tones of the eight people with different heights and thicknesses.

They are discussing their own life and death.

"You can't keep her."

"She is very talented, if she is really Li Fulan's disciple—"

"Li Fulan is not the only disciple."

"Both Liang Bujin and Xiao Xing are dead, they betrayed the Liang family long ago, why bother to kill their orphans?"

"It's often these orphans who have a blood feud that make things happen, so don't be merciful."

"Kill her."

"kill."

"..."

Xiao Fangdao heard them arguing, and calmly put forward his own point of view——

"You better kill me."

The eight fell into a moment of silence.

Zuo Bakong asked, "What's your name?"

"Xiao Fangdao."

He was silent for a while, and finally nodded: "You go."

Xiao Fangdao showed a smile for the other party's hypocritical kindness—a smile similar to Liang Bujin's, then turned and left.

Xiao Fangdao was only nine years old when he entered Mingli Temple.

When Li Fulan learned of the cause of death of Xiao Xing and Liang Buqin, he just recited a sentence: "Supreme Taiyi Duer Tianzun."

The moment she made an exception and accepted herself as a disciple, Xiao Fangdao knew that his mother's teaching her the Chongli sword technique was really far-sighted.

Everyone in the Taoist school has a Taoist name, such as Li Fulan's Taoist name "Shan Jian".

However, Xiao Fangdao was an exception.

Li Fulan wanted to use "Put the Knife" as her name, but she refused.

"The disciple's name is these three characters, which cannot be added or lacked."

"Then, do you know the meaning behind Lingtang's name?"

Of course she knew that this was Liang Bujin's wish for Xiao Xing, and it was also a persuasion to herself, but unfortunately neither of them could do it.

"The disciple will do his best."

In the second year of entering the school, Xiao Fangdao no longer felt the sadness of his parents' death.

She devoted herself to practicing martial arts, and because she practiced straight to the root and went straight to the point, her swordsmanship improved by a thousand miles in a flash, and she was deeply loved by Li Fulan.The disciples of the same school pitied her life experience, surprised her talent, and cared for her very much.The elders who opposed Li Fulan's acceptance of disciples at the beginning also began to like this bright and intelligent child.

In the year of Wuchen, the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, on Xiao Fangdao's 15th birthday, Li Fulan presented her with a long sword.

The brilliance of the sword was flowing, shining brightly, she took the sword and nodded: "Thank you, Master."

"The sword is the companion of the warrior, you can name it."

Li Fulan's light smile seemed to have a deep meaning.

Xiao Fangdao frowned slightly: "Can a sword that has not been drawn out of its sheath have a name?"

"Naturally." She said slowly, "It got its name because of why you unsheathed it."

"The disciple doesn't understand."

"You understand." Li Fulan's gaze was gentle and majestic, "I know you've been thinking about Liang Bujin's last words, but you haven't come to a conclusion yet, have you?"

"Let go of malice, delusions, inversions, and attachments, which means letting go of the sword." She lowered her head and looked at the long sword in her hand, "Mother just wanted me to do this, but she didn't tell me why. Since she couldn't do it, why did she decide to let go?" Is it the best outcome?"

"So, you don't want to bear her behest."

"If she really wants me to be ignorant and chaotic, why should she teach me poetry and martial arts? If the will binds the heart and soul, wouldn't it also become a 'knife' that should be put down?"

Li Fulan said: "The Vajra has angry eyes, which is why it subdues the four demons; the Bodhisattva lowers its eyebrows, so it is merciful to the six realms. In my teacher's view, the Vajra can also lower its eyebrows, and the Bodhisattva can also stare fiercely. The Vajra is still a Vajra, and the Bodhisattva is still a Bodhisattva."

Xiao Fangdao suddenly raised his head.

Hold the knife and put it away, put it down and pick it up again, Xiao Fangdao is always Xiao Fangdao.

"The disciple understands."

"Then, your sword—"

"When it becomes famous, it will have a name."

The two master and apprentice looked at each other and smiled, Xiao Fangdao bowed deeply, started to leave.

She waited while practicing martial arts, recalled while waiting, and practiced martial arts while recalling.

She waited for the opportunity to make Jian famous.

The head of Zhufeng died, and there was civil turmoil in the faction. Xiao Fangdao appeared in front of the mountain gate with only one person and one sword, and wanted to see eight guardians.

Frost has been added to the temples of the eighth hole on the left, facing this strange girl, he asked suspiciously: "What is the girl doing?"

"I'm Xiao Fangdao." She had a bright look on her face, "I'm here to ask Bamboo Wind Baqu to be my soul under the sword."

His eyes darkened: "I came here for revenge. This matter is my envoy, so let's settle it between you and me."

"Only you? Could it be that the other seven people are already dead?" She asked in surprise.

While speaking, several people flew over.

"Haha, Brother Zuo, I said earlier that this woman is not a good person, do you regret it now?"

"Where is the yellow-haired girl, what a sigh of relief."

"It doesn't look close to Liang, it's really similar."

"Why, Brother Guan still misses him?"

……

"One, two, three...there are only five people here." Xiao Fangdao said regretfully, "Then please tell the remaining three people that Fuyan Mountain is waiting for you at tomorrow's hour, and one of them is indispensable."

Qian Feihua sneered coldly: "So what if you don't go?"

"Then you have missed a good opportunity to cut the weeds and roots." She gently stroked the hilt of the sword, "Also, don't you want me to add chaos to Zhufeng's internal affairs at this time?"

The next day, Fuyan Mountain was covered with smoke and emerald green, surrounded by morning mist, standing in it like a rising fairy in the white sun.

Eight songs are finally here.

Xiao Fangdao's sword is extremely fast and sharp.

With turbulent anger, it smashed open the jade flute, crushed the pottery xun, shattered the copper bell, then picked off the strings of the zither, cut the string of the zither, finally broke the reeds of the pipa, and beheaded the head of the phoenix of the harp.

The clanging urn sound and the hissing and howling ensemble played a song of silence.

Her sword was stained with the blood of the seven.

The eight holes on the left block the sword with a flute.

It is impossible for a bamboo flute to be stronger than an iron sword.

however--

The flute is not broken, but the sword is broken.

He covered his belly and staggered, scarlet blood gushing from his mouth.

"I misread the person...you...you are just like your parents, you are crazy..."

Xiao Fangdao walked towards him holding the broken sword.

"You let me go because of my name?"

"Cough cough cough..."

He was shocked to find that the woman who had killed seven masters in a row looked calm and had no killing intent.

But her sword was like a bloodthirsty beast with blue face and fangs, evil and black, spewing out rage and evil aura.

He remembered that it was the same with Xiao Xing's saber.

He closed his eyes miserably: "Kill me."

Xiao Fangdao dropped the broken sword, and the thin grass covered by the blade was stained with blood.

"It's called 'Show Fury'."

"Good... good name."

She imitated his compassionate tone many years ago, and said slowly: "You go."

The battle of Fuyan made Shunujian famous in the world, and also made Zuo Bakong, who was lucky enough to win, sit in the head.

He gradually understood the reason for his survival - the black jade contained in the bamboo flute broke her sword.

When a person releases a sword, the sword shows anger.

Xiao Fangdao only kills people with the sword.

In other words, when she is not holding a sword, she will never kill people.

At that time, Xiao Fangdao was sixteen years old.

The author has something to say: the style of the side story is different from that of the main text, and it is more self-indulgent, which may have exposed the fact that I am an emotionless killer (

Then, a new cover!It is a handsome knife!