Chapter 310: Tossing and turning for ten years, time flies
The Feng family has always been a single generation. In the past years, the world was not peaceful, and it was still not easy to pass on the family line.
Feng Heqi, the head of the Feng family, was once a martial artist. He traveled on the Nanman Road all the year round, doing business as a bodyguard. Later, during the chaos in the Divine Realm, he went to help. Although he survived, he was lame in one leg.
, his martial arts skills were naturally greatly reduced, and later he came up with the idea of carrying on the family line and married a young lady from another family.
The couple worked together and opened a blacksmith shop in nearby Fang Town. The business was not bad. Soon after, the wife became pregnant. After ten months of pregnancy, she gave birth to a son, named Feng Feiyu.
Feng Feiyu had been sick from time to time since he was two years old, and the couple worked hard for this. However, when he was three years old, he fell seriously ill and lay in bed for many days.
The doctors nearby were helpless, and the couple was anxious.
Later, a gentleman came to the door. The couple had no hope at first, but unexpectedly, after one night, he recovered from his illness.
The gentleman also left a jade pendant for him and told him: "You were born with purple energy. Although it is a good omen, all the energies in the world will gather towards you, especially the evil spirits. This jade pendant can protect you."
Be careful, never take it off, not even when sleeping."
He was still young at that time and could not understand what the gentleman was talking about, but he still followed the gentleman's instructions and wore the jade pendant close to his body.
Since then, he has never been sick again, not even a minor illness.
Later, for some reason, the gentleman who cured him actually stayed, and my father said that this gentleman was his teacher.
The teacher taught him to study seriously. From the beginning, he learned arithmetic with his fingers, and then later to writing and reading. Within a few years, he had a general understanding.
By the time he was five years old, he could read articles fluently, but his words were still written like a dog crawling.
When he was almost six years old, his father taught him martial arts.
It's a good time to sharpen your muscles.
After he learned martial arts, he often showed off to his husband. In comparison, he still felt that learning martial arts was more interesting. Those articles were very boring and boring.
Chen Changsheng saw that he was fighting well, so he asked him: "Chen has a more powerful martial arts, do you want to learn it?"
"Sir, are you good at martial arts? Are you as good as my father?"
"It should be a little more powerful."
"Then I'll learn."
Chen Changsheng taught him Tai Chi Sword. It must be said that this boy's understanding of martial arts is very good, but he has already achieved some results in just half a month.
Later, his father found out about this.
At this time, Feng Heqicai discovered that Mr. Chen was actually a master, so he asked his son to worship him as his teacher.
But the husband didn't agree, he just taught him something.
After all, a teacher is just a teacher, not a master.
In the following years, Feng Feiyu studied in the morning and practiced martial arts in the afternoon.
What he looks forward to most is the afternoon.
My husband's understanding of martial arts is extraordinary, and although the things he teaches are complicated, they are all extremely useful.
The only bad thing is that my husband likes to drink. Sometimes he drinks for the whole afternoon and he is drunk in a mess.
Feng Feiyu vaguely remembered that after his husband was drunk one time, he used his fingers as a sword to slash out a sword light.
He saw it with his own eyes, but when he recalled it, it was like a dream.
Later, after his husband sobered up, he asked: "Sir, are you a god?"
Chen Changsheng drank wine, waved his hand and replied: "Do you think it looks like it?"
Feng Feiyu looked at his husband sitting under the tree with no image at all. He was indeed not very close to being a god.
When Feng Feiyu was eight years old, his body was already strong. From this time on, he was able to truly pick up weapons.
On that day, the master gave him a sword as a gift.
"Sir, does this sword have a name?"
Chen Changsheng said: "Maybe there is, but I don't know."
"Then let me give you a name."
"What should I call it..."
"Um……"
"Just call it Wushuang. How about Wushuang, Master?"
"Yes sir."
"Oh, sir."
Chen Changsheng just waved his hand and said, "You can call me whatever you want."
After he finished speaking, he turned back to drink.
Only Feng Feiyu stayed where he was, holding the sword and loving it.
The master also taught him three swords.
One sword is called Guanyintan, another sword is called Xiaoyaole, and the last sword is called Rumengling.
However, Feng Feiyu was a little disappointed, because in his opinion, these three swords were nothing special.
"It's nothing great."
Chen Changsheng just told him: "If you can't tell it now, you won't be able to tell it in the future. Just write it down first."
But in the end, Feng Feiyu still didn't see any difference between these three swords.
It's just that the name sounds quite deceiving.
Later, he was twelve years old.
For ten years, during these ten years, Mr. Feng Feiyu had been by his side, teaching and martial arts. From the first time he was called Mr., to later he was unconsciously called Master, Feng Feiyu had already regarded him as the person he cherished the most.
But on this day, my husband passed away.
"Whenever you meet in the future, don't say that Chen is your master. Do you understand?"
After saying these words, the Master left behind a Taiqing sword and a wine gourd, then turned into sand and disappeared.
Feng Feiyu cried on the cliff for who knows how long.
He held two swords in his arms, one unparalleled and the other Taiqing.
It wasn't until late at night when my parents were on the mountain that they took him back.
His magnificent life will also begin from this.
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Prosperous for eleven years.
May 19th.
There was a gentle breeze blowing from the mountain stream, and at the entrance of the Taoist temple, a man in black clothes was sitting and taking a nap.
Mo Yuan pouted. In his dream, he seemed to have seen countless magical treasures and merits. He sat on the pile of magical treasures and laughed incessantly. In reality, laughter flowed from the corners of his mouth.
It wasn't until Zhang Xiaoliu, who was cleaning the steps of the mountain gate, arrived in front of the Taoist temple that Mo Yuan slowly woke up.
He hit him hard and asked: "Old man Zhang, are you done sweeping?"
Zhang Xiaoliu nodded and said with a smile: "The weather is nice today, so sweep faster."
Mo Yuan raised his head, took a look, and said with a smile, "It's not bad."
Zhang Xiaoliu suddenly said: "By the way, Mr. Mo, is Mr. Chen coming back?"
Mo Yuan thought about it and then said: "It seems that the time is coming."
"No one has reminded me in recent years."
Mo Yuan was shocked and said, "I remember in previous years, a girl would come to deliver candied fruits and lotus flowers, but she hasn't come often in the past two years."
"It must be that girl Yun."
"Yes, that's her."
Zhang Xiaoliu said: "I have seen him a few times before, but it seems that he has not been here in the past few years."
"She is just a mortal, so it would be nice if she has less involvement."
Mo Yuan waved his hand and stood up immediately and said: "Stop talking, I have to go down the mountain to get some wine. The little red fish stole all of sir's wine the year before last. It's not okay if he comes back without wine."