The Art of the Great Sword

"Uncle Murong, but before practicing, I want to know more about my father."

Fang Qingyang raised his face with a very expectant expression.

His understanding of Fang Xuanxiao was only based on fragmented memories that were constantly pieced together.

After all, so many years have passed, and the few memories he has are already blurred. In his childhood without his father, Fang Qingyang can only work hard to become stronger.

"Your dad..."

Murong Jiu looked into the distance, feeling touched and feeling something, "Your father is a very powerful physical and mental practitioner, he is much stronger than me."

"Cultivation of physical and mental skills?"

Fang Qingyang's eyes flashed, this was the first time he heard this word.

"The one with the strongest attack power in the world is sword cultivator, and the one with the strongest body is physical cultivator. But there is also a path of cultivation that few people have gone through. It is called Fa Xiu. As the name suggests, it involves manipulating various elements to use magic techniques. against the enemy.”

Murong Jiu said slowly, "Because Dharma cultivation requires special means to cultivate, it is impossible to exist in a small place. It is naturally extremely difficult to embark on this path. Therefore, your father is a man who is rarely seen in thousands of years." Super genius!”

Fang Qingyang took a deep breath, a little unbelievable.

In a small place, there was no condition to embark on the path of Dharma cultivation, so how did the father do it?

It must be very difficult to practice both body and law!

He didn't ask, but continued to listen quietly.

"The Sword Dynasty is a bit exclusive and everyone is very proud of it. It is undoubtedly very difficult for geniuses from other small places to gain a foothold here. But not long after your father joined Dongchuan Academy, he became famous and showed off his powerful talents."

"He won the first place in Lei Yuan and defeated the students from the other three houses on his own. Not only that, when faced with the provocation from the Core House, he went to war and single-handedly challenged the Core House!"

As soon as Murong Jiu said these words, Fang Qingyang was shocked.

"He has firmly occupied the first place in the list of geniuses and has never been left behind. Many disciples in Yaochi Holy Land refused to accept it and came to provoke them, but they were all killed by his fists!"

"He and I met at a cocktail party at the academy. In terms of age, I am older than him, but his methods, character, talent, and combat prowess... convinced me that I am willing to call him big brother from now on. !”

Murong Jiu recalled the past.

Fang Qingyang closed his eyes, already thinking about this in his heart.

At that time, although Murong Jiu was not yet one of the three generals, he was still a well-known rising star in the army and had already made a good name for himself.

Even so, he still held his father in high esteem and was even willing to consider him his eldest brother.

These few words outline an image called father.

"Later I invited him to join the army and fight alongside me in the Northern Expedition... It was then that he truly showed the terror of his physical and mental skills. He was like a giant beast on the battlefield, fighting like crazy. , everyone is afraid!”

"He has outstanding military achievements and everyone obeys him. However, he does not hold any official position. He is still a free man. We formed a deep friendship in the battle and shared life and death together. His brilliance aroused great concern. The royal family tried to win over him, promising high-ranking officials and generous salaries, but he did not agree. "

"His prestige in the military is extremely high, no less than mine. This has also become a thorn in the side of the royal family and the Yaochi Holy Land. They are unwilling to let a genius who does not belong to the Sword Dynasty continue to grow, and eventually reach the point where they cannot control it. So the suppression began, both covertly and overtly.”

A trace of anger appeared on Murong Jiu's resolute face, "At first, it was just a stumbling block in secret. Later, the royal family went too far, and even secretly communicated with the Scarlet Moon Dynasty, just to kill the eldest brother on the battlefield! Until that time, He went on a northern expedition to attack Blackwater City of the Red Moon Dynasty, but he and a group of black knights he led mysteriously disappeared outside the city..."

Fang Qingyang stopped breathing, and he realized that this might be the truth.

It’s exactly the same as what Zhang Baoxuan told him!

"Missing, was he ambushed? Why did he disappear?"

Fang Qingyang's voice was hoarse. He clenched his fists tightly and his nails dug into his flesh.

"I later received news that I entered Blackwater City and captured their general alive for questioning. He just said that when my eldest brother was leading the team to attack the city, a mysterious golden light suddenly fell from the sky, covering him and the black knights behind him."

"After the golden light passed, there was no trace, not even ashes left!"

Murong Jiu looked painful, as if this was a memory he didn't want to mention again.

"No matter how hard I tortured him, he always said that. Not only him, but all the other soldiers also said the same. From then on, the eldest brother seemed to have evaporated, and the group of black knights completely disappeared from the world!"

"I have always suspected that this was a trap set up by the Yaochi Holy Land and the Chiyue Dynasty, so since then, I have focused most of my energy on investigating this matter, until now!"

Murong Jiu couldn't help but spread his palms, and the teacup had already been crushed into pieces by him, turning into powder and falling down.

Fang Qingyang reached out and rubbed his temples. This was not good news.

Covered in golden light, and then... no bones left!

Is the golden light a powerful attack?

Or is it a formation that has been arranged in advance?

"Uncle Murong, I understand. Thank you for telling me all this."

Fang Qingyang's voice was hoarse, "I have a heartfelt request. I haven't seen my father for many years. I wonder if Uncle Murong can ask an artist to draw his appearance?"

The information collected this time confirmed some of Fang Qingyang's guesses, but also brought about an even bigger mystery.

Why did my father disappear for no reason?

Was he ambushed and left with no body, or was there another hidden secret?

But it is impossible to find out these things clearly at present.

"Have you finished watching all the battles recorded in the War King Code?"

Murong Jiu asked proactively.

"There are a total of 796 battles recorded in it, 790 wins, 5 draws, and 1 loss."

Although Fang Qingyang didn't know why the other party would take the initiative to bring up this matter, he still answered seriously, "I have watched more than 600 wins, but I haven't watched the draw and the one where I lost."

"The one where I lost was the one where your father and I sparred."

Murong Jiu grinned, "Go and watch it, it should be helpful to you!"

When Fang Qingyang heard this, something seemed to be touched in his heart. He immediately couldn't wait to sink his consciousness into his mind and began to activate the War King Code.

Among them, the one where he lost...

Fang Qingyang closed his eyes and began to replay the scene of this battle in his mind.

Even, he even had a shortness of breath.

Can't wait, but also timid!

After many years, will I finally see my father?

Even if it's just an image, it's enough.

In the picture.

Two tall figures stand face to face, and two strong auras are released to the outside, as vast as rivers, lakes and seas, which makes people deeply feel the great horror.