In the middle of the night, Wushan fell into silence. Only a few scattered houses were still lit with lights.
In a private courtyard in Xitou, Ximen Chalong was holding a book and reading, while Ximen Jianqu lowered his head and did not dare to say anything, standing quietly. For some reason, facing his father, Ximen Jianqu always had something in his heart.
There is a sense of fear.
"I heard that your cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage?" After a long time, Ximen Chalong slowly uttered a sentence.
"Back to my father, I just entered the fifth level of the technique a few days ago, and my cultivation level has also reached the Nascent Soul stage."
"Oh." Simon Chalon put down the book in his hand and walked out of the room.
Just when Ximen Jianqu was at a loss, a cold voice penetrated his mind: "Follow me."
Ximen Jianqu quickly caught up with his father, not knowing where his father was taking him.
The sky was extremely dark tonight, without a trace of moonlight. On the top of the mountain, a strong wind roared.
Ximen Chalong stood with his hands behind his back and sternly said to his son behind him: "Use your most powerful moves to attack me."
"Father, I don't dare." Ximen Jianqu was so frightened that he quickly knelt down, not daring to look at his father.
"Beast." Ximen Chalong turned around and glared at his son who was kneeling on the ground. Ximen Jianqu only felt that two dagger-like lights shot towards the back of his neck. The skin on his back shrank and he sweated profusely.
"Do you think your three-legged cat Kung Fu can hurt me? The Ximen family never produces cowards. Come on, use your most powerful moves to attack me."
Ximen Jianqu's limbs had already gone limp. Hearing his father's words, he gritted his teeth and kept secretly shouting: "Father just wants to test my skills. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
Ximen Jianqu gasped and raised his face suddenly, trying hard to imagine the father in front of him as his enemy. With a secret roar, Ximen Jianqu bit the tip of his tongue so that he could wake up. Big fists carried all over his body.
His strength cut through the air and he rushed towards his father.
Ximen Chalong remained motionless and showed no concern for the oncoming fists.
Ximen Jianqu waved his fist and had already arrived in front of his father, but saw that his father did not make any defensive movements. In secret shock, he moved his fist slightly to the right. In this way, he just missed his father.
But how could his small movements escape Ximen Chalong's eyes? Seeing that Ximen Chalong remained motionless, the left hand he had been carrying behind his back swung out lightning, turning into a continuous shadow in the air.
Ximen Jianqu felt his eyes blur, and then a burning pain came from his right face. He immediately stopped moving forward and fell in front of his father.
Ignoring the pain on his face, Ximen Jianqu quickly knelt down and buried his head low, waiting for his father to lecture him.
Seeing his son's useless look, Ximen Chalong became angry. He raised his leg and kicked Ximen Jianqu in the chest. Ximen Jianqu was secretly frightened, but his father's speed was too fast and he had no time to defend himself.
I felt a tightness in my chest and my eyes went dark. Ximen Jianqu fell as lightly as catkins five feet away. After struggling twice, Ximen Jianqu stood up unsteadily. Fortunately, his father did not hit him hard just now.
Just change the kicking force to sending force, otherwise the current Ximen Jianqu will definitely not be able to stand up.
"Father, you..."
"Use a sword." Ximen Chalong said two words with an expressionless face.
Ximen Jianqu shook his cheeks, and anger grew in his eyes. Seeing that he no longer hesitated, he leaped high into the air, pointed his toes on his insteps, and then folded three points higher. He controlled his energy and fully stretched his body like a wild goose.
Spread your wings.
With a loud roar, Ximen Jianqu pulled out the bronze sword carried on his back with both hands. With the sword's body roaring with joy, the sword came out in response to the sound.
With the blade of the sword burning and trailing a long stream of blue light, Ximen Jianqu fiercely lifted the sword and stabbed his father head-on.
"Well done." Ximen Chalong's eyes flashed, he looked at the coming sword and roared, then flew forward to meet him.
Ximen Chalong's figure in the air was no slower than Ximen Jianqu, who was swooping down with his sword in hand. Looking at his son's limp posture when attacking with the sword, he couldn't help but frown.
"Don't be distracted, remember that 'the man and the sword are one', and when facing the enemy with a sword, you must have a courageous and domineering spirit."
Ximen Jianqu, who was in mid-air, heard his father's instructions and couldn't help but speed up the movement of his skills. He increased the strength of his hand and stabbed his father who was coming towards him fiercely.
Ximen Chalong smiled slightly, and his body became ethereal in mid-air. Ximen Jianqu only saw that his father in front of him suddenly became blurry, and turned out to be erratic.
At the moment when Ximen Jianqu was distracted, Ximen Chalong had already rushed to Jianqu's side. Seeing him bending his fingers into a snap, he hit Jianqu's wrist holding the sword hard. The speed was so fast that Ximen Jianqu couldn't do anything at all.
On guard, Ximen Jianqu, whose wrist hurt, let go slightly, only to feel a light touch in his hand, and the sword had been taken away by his father.
Falling to the ground again, Ximen Jianqu looked at the sword in his father's hand in confusion, his heart churning.
"Hmph, you can't even hold a sword, so what's there to be proud of?"
As he spoke, Ximen Chalong swung his bronze sword. The sword that had been struggling lay quietly in Ximen Chalong's hand as if surrendered.
"Look up and see clearly that the sword is dancing like this."
Ximen Chalong raised his sword and shook it, and a loud sword cry rose into the sky. The silver sword body was filled with green light, just like a green sun appeared out of thin air. Ximen Jianqu secretly marveled that his father's move seemed random.
, in fact, the depth of inner strength is beyond his reach.
"Jianqu, please remember that the foundation of the Ximen family on the entire continent is the sword. The Ximen family can't live without the sword for generations. The sword is our weapon and our life. As a descendant of Ximen, you should know
The responsibility you bear is to use your sword to rewrite the whole world. But as the saying goes, there are mountains beyond the mountains. If you can’t even hold your own sword, how can you talk about lofty ambitions and Zhengxing Ximen? So, I
I hope you will remember what I said today, practice your own sword well, and don’t go around bragging about any small achievements. That is not the character that a man should have."
After Ximen Chalong said the last words, the sword in his hand was so powerful that he waved it lightly, and the powerful sword energy spurted out, curling up with a long blue light, and slashed towards the corner of the mountain not far away.
In Ximen Jianqu's shocked eyes, the corner of the mountain not far away was completely cut off, making a rumbling noise and rolling into the river below the mountain.
Seeing his father's amazing sword strike, Ximen Jianqu's eyes were full of longing, and he quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "My father's teachings will be remembered in my heart. The child will definitely live up to his father's expectations and will definitely carry forward the Ximen family."
Ximen Chalong made a move with one hand, and the bronze sword in his hand flew back into the scabbard on Jianqu's back. Holding up Jianqu who was kneeling on the ground, Ximen Chalong's eyes showed a touch of warmth.
"Son, you know a lot about the situation in the family. Although your third uncle is nominally allied with me, who doesn't want to be the head of that family? So I hope you can be more thoughtful and not be satisfied with the status quo."
"Yes, please remember that, kid."
"The four-year period your grandpa refers to is almost here, and I think he should show up in the near future. Although I don't know why your grandpa wants to hold this intra-family competition, I hope you can seize this opportunity.
, winning that quota will be a big weight for the success of our career."
"Yes, the child will definitely work hard."
"Okay." Looking at his proud son, Simon Chalon's cold and stiff expression finally relaxed a little. He waved to his son, and Simon Chalon signaled for him to leave.
Ximen Jianqu had just walked halfway when he was stopped by his father again.
"Qu'er, I heard from people in the clan that you and Feng'er have been very close recently?"
Hearing his father's words, Ximen Jianqu's face turned red and he stood there blankly, not knowing how to answer.
"I shouldn't have asked too much about you young people's affairs. Feng'er is your third uncle's beloved daughter, so it's not a bad thing to have more contact with her. But I hope you can pay attention to some standards. I don't want to hear that at this critical moment.
You two have too many gossips. If this ruins my big event, don't blame me for not thinking about the love between father and son." The conversation changed and Ximen Chalong's voice was slightly cold.
"My child doesn't dare, please don't worry, father."
Looking at his son's handsome appearance, Ximen Chalong was relieved from the bottom of his heart. He put on a smile again and comforted: "My child, you have to understand that if a man wants to achieve great things, he must learn to take into account the overall situation. Women are just like a passing cloud. As long as
You have strength and rights, what kind of woman can’t you get?!”
Ximen Jianqu's eyebrows trembled and he replied softly: "Yes, I understand."
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On the way down the mountain after bidding farewell to his father, Ximen Jianqu kept thinking about his father's words in his stomach. The scene just now was replayed in his mind. His father's domineering sword could even cut off the mountain peaks. This skill allowed him to
He was beyond his reach. But what frightened him even more was his father's ambition and unscrupulous ruthlessness.
Thinking of this, Ximen Jianqu couldn't help wiping the sweat on his forehead. "I'm afraid that the matter between myself and Feng Mei has become known to everyone. To be able to cause such a big sensation in such a short period of time, someone must be here."
Working in secret. Who could this person be?"
What makes Ximen Jianqu puzzled is that the incident between himself and Feng Mei can actually alarm his father. Someone must be deliberately spreading the news. No matter what the purpose of that person is, he must be standing opposite to his snobbery.
In the entire family, the only person who is still in absolute opposition to him is the eldest son. The eldest son, Ximen Piaofeng, is fighting fiercely with his father, and he has no problem in estimating his relationship with Feng Mei. Therefore,
In this case, the master behind the scenes can only be that person.
"The eldest grandson of Ximen."
Ximen Jianqu gritted his teeth, his eyes full of anger. Ximen's eldest grandson's move suddenly pushed himself and the snobbery behind him to the forefront. If the patriarch Ximen Chen comes out of seclusion, he will definitely pay attention to him. This
Undoubtedly, it brings endless risks to one's own snobbery, and one's trump card may be exposed if one is not careful. Invisibly, the snobbery of everyone's parents has gained the upper hand.
Ximen Jianqu also had to admire him. Ximen’s eldest grandson is indeed very cunning. Although the three sons of our parents are not very high in martial arts cultivation, and some of them are useless like Ximen Siyu. But we have to say that the elders of our family are very cunning.
Everyone is a mature fox. Take Ximen's eldest grandson as an example. He just made a little secret manipulation and set up a trick for himself. Otherwise, his father would not have reminded him like that just now. What's even more annoying is that their family's
That trash—Ximen Siyu. Siyu’s uselessness is well known in the Ximen family, but I don’t know what kind of ecstasy soup he used. Four years ago, when the patriarch Ximen Chen came out of seclusion, he was directly listed as a closed disciple.
This has also made them, the younger generation of elites, depressed for a long time.
As I walked, I thought that after a while, Ximen Jianqu had already entered the canyon. This canyon in the Wushan Mountains had been built countless times by ancestors in the past generations. Now it is prosperous. Although it is dark at night, the beauty of this place cannot be seen, but along the way
The fragrance of blooming flowers and plants calmed Ximen Jianqu's restless heart quite a bit.
"I wonder if Sister Feng is asleep now?"
After all, he is a young man. Ximen Jianqu has just been trained by his father, but now he is concerned about his beauty.
I was thinking about the kiss I had with Ximen Feng during the day, and I walked to Ximen Feng's private courtyard without even realizing it.
"It's weird, why did you come here?"
It was already late at night, and I was a boy running outside a girl's boudoir. If someone caught me, I would be in trouble. Ximen Jianqu, who was sweating, looked around and saw that there was no one around. He just wanted to take the opportunity to leave quietly.
, but in a blink of an eye, I thought, "Since you are here, why don't you go in and take a look, maybe Feng Mei is not asleep yet?" Thinking of what he said to Feng Mei during the day, the young and energetic Jianqu's blood boiled.
Unable to resist the temptation, Ximen Jianqu took back his feet that were about to leave and quietly walked towards Ximen Feng's private courtyard.