In the 28th year of the Weiyuan Dynasty in the Tianyuan Dynasty, the cold winter seemed to freeze everything. At this time, in a certain county, a young man was holding a piece of paper and shouting something on the street.
"There's news from Kyoto again!"
After hearing this, the young people on the street all looked sideways.
A smile appeared on their calm faces, and then they put down what they were doing, and all followed the young man running in a certain direction.
Finally, a small team of more than ten people was formed and gathered at the door of a large house.
The leading boy knocked on the door excitedly.
"Liu Yinghao! Liu Yinghao! The news has been sent!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man about his age hurriedly opened the door and took the piece of paper.
After seeing the content on the paper, a smile appeared on his face and he said to the dozen or so people in front of him.
"Come in."
Entering the house, the young man named Liu Yinghao took them to a courtyard.
Then he sat on his chair, looked at the piece of paper, and spoke.
"The results of the imperial examination have come out. The number one scholar is Zhang Zuoxing, a native of Quanzhou...
Wait! There is actually news that overrides the results of the imperial examination? Is it Xia Po...?!"
Yes, this is exactly the news released by the Xia family.
Not only people in Kyoto like to obtain information this way, but other places are also very interested in this method of obtaining information.
So whenever there is news sent to this county, they will look for Liu Yinghao.
Not for anything else, but because Liu Yinghao was more approachable and willing to read newspapers to them.
After watching the news, the dozen or so people left with satisfaction, discussing the contents of the news as they walked.
"That swordsman Xia Po is simply a god! He actually defeated the great swordsman of Fuso Country with just one move!"
"Isn't it true that a small swordsman from the Fuso Kingdom still wants to challenge the top master of our Tianyuan Dynasty?"
"..."
After these people left, Liu Yinghao took this piece of paper and walked into a room alone.
"Grandpa, there is news again, and there is news about Mr. Xia."
In the room, an old man with wrinkled face and gray hair was lying on the bed. His breathing was very unstable, sometimes heavy and sometimes gentle.
When he heard Liu Yinghao's words, a pair of dry eyes suddenly let out a gleam of light.
"Hurry... read it to me quickly."
Hearing this, Liu Yinghao spread out the news in his hand. The first news on it was that Xia Po defeated the Fusang Kingdom swordsman with one move and was named the Sword Immortal by the people.
When Liu Yinghao finished reading this paragraph, the old man on the bed smiled.
"We haven't seen each other for so many years. This kid is getting stronger and stronger...ahem!"
The old man is Liu Anran, who is over eighty years old.
He couldn't stop coughing and kept coughing.
Liu Yinghao had no choice but to keep patting Liu Anran's back, hoping that he would feel better.
Until the end, Liu Anran actually coughed up a large amount of blood.
Liu Yinghao said while wiping the blood from the corner of Liu Anran's mouth.
"Grandpa, let me write a letter to Kyoto and ask Mr. Xia to come and see you..."
"You don't have to say anything like this again!"
"But grandpa."
"There's nothing good about it. After living to this age, many things have been taken lightly."
"But are you really bearish?"
"No need to say more."
Liu Anran turned his back, his face full of loneliness.
"You should all have seen my will. I'm going to die soon. I'll tell him after I die."
In fact, he really wanted to see Xia Po, and he also knew that as long as he told Xia Po, the other party would definitely come over.
But precisely because of this, he couldn't tell Xia Po.
As an old man in his eighties, he knew how much hardship he had to endure all the way from Kyoto.
First of all, the road is very bumpy, and even a young man cannot withstand the back and forth.
Secondly, because of the severe drought a few years ago and the war many years ago, there were a lot of bandits along the way.
Although Xia Po is very powerful, if something unexpected happens...
Just as Liu Yinghao was about to leave, he heard a commotion outside.
Occasionally, you can hear children shouting.
"Sword Immortal Xia Po is the best in the world!"
When he opened the door, he saw a group of people gathered around a kind old man, chattering.
Taking a closer look at the old man's face, Liu Yinghao was shocked.
"Xia...Master Xia."
When he was young, he went to the capital with Liu Anran and met Xia Po once.
And now that Xia Po has become famous all over the world, even if he doesn't care, he can often see Xia Po's portrait.
It's hard not to recognize it.
When he saw Xia Po, Liu Yinghao looked excited.
"Master Xia! Master Xia, do you still remember me?"
As he spoke, he also drove away the children who were joining in the fun.
He knew that Xia Po must have come here to visit Liu Anran.
Xia Po also heard Liu Yinghao's words and turned his head.
"Who are you……"
Hearing this, Liu Yinghao looked at Xia Po expectantly.
He had met Xia Po more than ten years ago when he was a kid. Now after so many years, it would be such an honor to be recognized by this top master.
"You are Liu Yingcai, right? We haven't seen each other for so many years, and yet you are so handsome? Why are you the only one among you brothers here? Where are the others?"
As Xia Po spoke, he looked around, and after speaking, he patted Liu Yinghao on the shoulder.
"Among you brothers, I am the most optimistic about you. As expected, now you are the only one left to take care of Liu Anranha. What are the others?"
After hearing Xia Po's words, Liu Yinghao looked embarrassed and forced a wry smile from his face.
"I am Liu Yinghao. My brother Liu Yingcai was stoned to death while building roads last year. Several other brothers were also busy, but I was the only one with nothing to do..."
The atmosphere fell into awkwardness for a while.
Fortunately, Xia Po changed the topic in time.
"It's all the same. Where is Liu Anran? Why don't you come out to see me?"
"My grandfather..."
Liu Yinghao stopped mid-sentence, and then took Xia Po into the room.
The room is very simple, not luxurious at all, but a bit poor.
Liu Anran, who was lying on the bed, heard the noise outside, but due to his old age and deafness, he could not hear clearly what it was.
Seeing Liu Yinghao coming back again, he spoke.
"What happened? What's the rush like?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xia Po's figure behind Liu Yinghao.
At this moment, his expression froze and his lips kept trembling, as if he wanted to say something.
But after a long, long time, still not a word was uttered.
Liu Yinghao knew that the older generation needed to be alone to talk and could not allow himself to interrupt, so he walked away silently.
Xia Po came straight to Liu Anran's side. He really didn't know what to say and suddenly spoke.
"Holy shit, you're not dead yet? How can you survive this?"
"Fuck you, you're not dead, how can I die?"
Liu Anran stretched out his neck, as if he was trying his best to say such a sentence.
After finishing speaking, the two people looked into each other's eyes and smiled.