Ling Tian woke up from the shock of the sword, and suddenly looked towards his father, only to see the latter standing there as if frozen, his eyes lost their charm again.
The Bud Sword held tightly in his hand was still slightly upright in the direction of the slash.
But that empty gaze was directed towards him.
There is no spirit in the eyes, but there is spirit in the people.
From this gaze, Ling Tian felt a restrained expectation and a deep emotion condensed in thousands of words.
It seemed that he vaguely understood the deeper intention of his father's sword.
At this time, faint red flames suddenly sprouted from the inner bones under Ling Xiao's clothes, and instantly wrapped his entire body in blazing fire.
But the Bud Sword in his hand was still tightly held tightly, and he never relaxed at all.
Ling Tian watched this scene with mixed emotions, and was so uncomfortable that he was speechless for a moment.
After he learned about his life experience and the identity of his father, he had countless expectations and fantasies about meeting each other, how they would get along in the future, etc., but he never expected that in just a short while, he would not even speak.
Before he could even say a few words, the father he only had was burned to ashes in front of him.
The joy of losing something and finding it again, the sadness of finding something again, two extreme emotions filled Ling Tian's heart in a very short period of time.
It made him feel a little dazed for a moment.
I even forgot what it felt like to be sad, and my whole person fell into a state of numbness.
For a long time.
Only then did I accept this cruel reality.
Bai Ju picked up the Bud Sword from the bones that had turned to ashes. With a bit of sadness in his eyes, he said to Ling Tian: "Your father has been holding on to this attitude for many years. If he hadn't been able to let you go, he would have let you go as early as that year.
I’m afraid it’s…”
At the end of the story, I felt sad.
The weight of the two feelings between a father and son who have never met and an old friend for many years are actually not much different.
Although Bai Ju's arm was broken by Ling Xiao, the broken arm was not absolutely a sign of hatred, but could sometimes be a sign of 'grace'.
If Meng Lingxiao had not taken action when he was in danger, he would have gone crazy and died;
If he hadn't received enlightenment from Meng Lingxiao, he would never have achieved the achievements he has today in the art of swordsmanship.
The two were silent for a long time.
"Tell me about him," Ling Tian's voice was a little hoarse. He took the bud knife in Bai Ju's hand and gently wiped the dust off it, as if he was holding a loved one in his arms.
From where I hold the handle, I can vaguely feel the warm emotion from my father.
Bai Ju breathed a deep sigh of relief, adjusted his sad mood, and said, "What did your Uncle Zhuge say to you?"
"Uncle Zhuge?" Ling Tian was startled, and when he saw Bai Ju looking at the handle of the Bud knife pointedly, he was shocked and said, "The remnant soul inside is the person you said?"
Thinking about Remnant Soul's guidance on his cultivation and sword skills all the way, and his kindness in burning the last bit of soul power to help him escape a few days ago.
Ling Tian couldn't help but be horrified.
Judging from Bai Ju’s words, Can Hun’s relationship with him seems to be anything but casual!
No wonder that along the way, he helped himself so much without expecting anything in return.
Ling Tian had mixed feelings for a moment.
Seeing Ling Tian's confused look, Bai Ju couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It seems that he didn't explain anything to you."
Finally, he took a closer look at Ling Tian, taking into account Ling Tian's current strength.
and the complex environment in which we live.
Bai Ju hesitated and said: "Forget it, everyone who needs to know will eventually know. If you continue to hide it, you won't know it when the enemy comes in front of you. It will be bad, so I will tell you."
"The remnant soul you are talking about is named Zhuge Yi, and he is your father's brother. There is also a fat man named Hong Yueban who died many years ago. The three of them are among the younger generation of that era.
Known as the Iron Triangle."
"But in my opinion, apart from the name of the Iron Triangle, the relationship between the three of them is more like a knife."
"Your father is the head of the Iron Triangle. He has extraordinary talent and strength. He is like a blade and is responsible for killing all small enemies;"
"Your second uncle, Hong Yueban, is the second in line. He is honest and honest, with rough skin and thick flesh. He is very good at self-defense. He exists like the blade of a sword, providing a solid back for your father."
"As for your third uncle Zhuge Yi, he is the handle of a sword. He is calm and seldom talks, but he is extremely intelligent. Every time he speaks out, it must be of vital importance. Your father and Fatty Hong basically listen to his words."
"Your third uncle is also the seemingly most harmless and kind-hearted one among the three;"
"But???????????????This is all his appearance. Once your father and your second uncle encounter changes and get into trouble, he will become extremely fierce. That
In this state, he is no longer the handle of the knife, but the hand holding the knife."
Ling Tian nodded in agreement, recalling the series of instructions Zhuge Yi had given him over the years hidden in the handle of the knife. They were all elegant and gentle, like a famous teacher.
But a few days ago, he was surrounded by a life-and-death situation, and the latter's fierce attitude really subverted his cognition.
At that moment, Zhuge Yi made Ling Tian feel as if he was a demon god. He actually possessed him, controlled his hand, and used the bud knife to carve out a way to survive.
Bai Ju continued: "The reason why he didn't tell you his true identity is because he wanted to better protect you. He felt that your current strength is not enough to deal with the karmic hatred left by your father."
"If by chance you hadn't accidentally practiced the Three Blood Slaughters while he was silent, given how much he values you, I'm afraid he wouldn't have let you get involved in this turmoil in this life."
…
Listening to Bai Ju's words, Ling Tian couldn't help but feel extremely heavy in his heart. He choked and asked, "What about my mother? Who is she?"
"She~" Bai Ju said in surprise: "She is also a peerless existence. To your father and the others, she can be said to be a 'scabbard'-like existence. After your father and the others became famous, they were somewhat arrogant and youthful.
Of course, frivolous people do have the capital to be arrogant with their talent and strength, but because of this, they have offended many people invisibly."
"Your mother's appearance is like putting a scabbard on their sharp blades, restraining their sharpness, allowing them to restrain themselves a lot and avoid many disasters."
"But because of this, a greater disaster ushered in."
"It all starts with your mother's life experience and the scene when she approached your father..."
Bai Ju focused on the key points and introduced his parents' past to Ling Tian in a concise and concise manner.
When Ling Tian heard Zou Chuxi's name and the subsequent revenge he took out of jealousy, his whole body couldn't help but become fierce, and the suppressed demonic nature in his body seemed to have a faint tendency to break out of his body.
He finally understood why his third uncle only had a trace of his soul lingering in the handle of the knife. It turned out to be a gift from Zou Chuxi.
Bai Ju stated that after Hong Yueban's death, Zhuge Yi burned his soul and walked straight towards the mountain wall and took out the black-gold scabbard that had been standing there for many years.
He sighed heavily, as if he had made a difficult decision.
Finally, the scabbard was put into Ling Tian's hands.
"Later, your father relied on the unparalleled evil skill contained in this scabbard - the Demon Sword Art, and his strength increased by leaps and bounds. In more than half a year, he was able to conquer all major forces."
"The devouring corpse essence you saw before is a method of extending lifespan contained in this set of magic skills."
Hearing this, Ling Tian looked at the scabbard he took in his hand in shock. After shaking off the dust on it, he saw something like seven ridged circles cast on the scabbard. Each ridged circle was exactly the same distance apart, and there was a faint trace of something.
A heart-stopping wave of energy.
Bai Ju introduced: "There is an independent space in each of these seven grids. Each space records the corresponding practice method. Only by practicing successfully can you advance to the next space;"
"In the specific space of this scabbard, practicing this magic skill is much faster than in the outside world. The murderous intention that your father left in every space can also...?????????"
????Let you better master the art of harmony."
Ling Tian was not surprised by this news. Instead, he looked at Bai Ju hesitantly and asked: "Since you know this, why don't you use it to practice?"
Bai Ju chuckled helplessly: "I would like to, but this sword technique has restrictions. It is only limited to soul masters who are under the first year of age. Only young people with blood and meridians can adapt to the principles of this sword technique.
Exploding the most powerful and extreme power."
As he spoke, he did not forget to praise Ling Tian, "You are much younger than your father back then, but your strength and talent are much higher than him. If you practice this sword technique, there is no guarantee that you will be able to master it."
The last step is to take the last step that your father did not take back then."
Ling Tian was still hesitant: "Since it is a magic sword technique, there is definitely a risk of causing people to become possessed by demons. Why do you insist on persuading me to practice it?"
Bai Ju was speechless: "Aren't you already practicing? Zhuge Yi has taught you this sword technique a lot over the years, right? Furthermore, do you really think that the sword your father tried so hard before was just to let us experience the sword of higher skill?
The realm of Tao?"
"You mean..." Ling Tian's pupils froze, recalling the image of the sword fixed in his mind, feeling the boldness and fearlessness of that sword, the unscrupulous domineering power, and the purity without any trace of magic...
Ling Tian couldn't help but vaguely guess something.
Bai Ju nodded and said: "The reason why Zhuge Yi dared to teach you this swordsmanship is not only to prevent danger before it happens, but also because he believed that your father would eventually find a way to restrain his demonic nature and successfully master it."
"And this method is hidden in that shocking sword. You need to practice it yourself and understand it."
Ling Tian was moved and stayed in place, tightly holding the Bud Sword and the scabbard in his hand, and finally made up his mind to completely perfect this set of magic sword techniques.
But it wasn't because of Bai Ju's words.
But he had a premonition of Bai Ju's intention behind persuading him to practice.
There was silence for a moment.
Ling Tian asked seriously: "Why is father here?"
"Who caused my father to end up in this situation?"
"You want me to practice this sword technique because you're afraid that someone behind you will come looking for you. With my abilities, you won't be able to match me, right?"
"Who... is that person?"
Ling Tian's hand holding the Bud Sword trembled slightly, with killing intent in his heart.