My Sword Has a Way

Mu Xiangyang shook his head: "I don't know either. They all say that my father is a rogue. Even when my mother was buried, it was Uncle Liu who helped to take care of it. He didn't even cry."

Xu Zhian patted Mu Xiangyang on the shoulder and said, "If... I mean, if your father was a great hero, would you believe it?"

Mu Xiangyang shook his head. "Even if he is a great hero, he is not my great hero. He has never cared about me. He never even took me home on New Year's Eve. Every year, Old Man Yao and I spend New Year's Eve together. I just want to spend New Year's Eve with him. Even if there is no sumptuous meal, I will not dislike him, but he has never done that. Every time I see Fan Jin with his parents, I am so envious, really."

Xu Zhian didn't know how to comfort Mu Xiangyang, so he could only nod.

"Actually, you are much luckier than me. I don't even know what my parents look like. I have never seen them once."

Mu Xiangyang looked at Xu Zhian with sympathy and said, "Then you are even worse off than me."

Xu Zhian smiled bitterly: "So, don't be sad. A real man should be upright. Just look at me and you will know. I am very open-minded."

When Xu Zhian said this, he couldn't help but think of the way his senior brother comforted him at the beginning. Maybe at that time, he was also as depressed as Mu Xiangyang.

Mu Xiangyang looked up at the not-so-tall Xu Zhian in front of him, nodded and said seriously: "Young Master is right, I want to be a real man, I don't want to be a crybaby like Fan Jin."

Xu Zhian nodded and smiled: "This is the Mu Xiangyang I know. Today, I will make you a bamboo sword. From now on, you will be a real swordsman."

When Mu Xiangyang heard this, he quickly said happily: "Really? Young Master is so kind. Can I make a small request?"

Xu Zhian nodded: "Well, go ahead."

Mu Xiangyang scratched his head and said with an embarrassed look: "Young Master, can you engrave my name Xiangyang on the bamboo sword?"

Xu Zhian smiled slightly and nodded: "Well, I promise you."

When Mu Xiangyang heard this, his previous gloomy expression instantly disappeared and his face was full of anticipation.

I don't know when the wind starts, nor do I know when it stops.

All I know is that there are strangers coming and going at the ferry in the south of the town these days. Although I don’t know which sect they belong to, their extraordinary temperament will not be regarded as ordinary people.

In a hexagonal pavilion somewhere, an old man with white hair was playing chess with a young man in brocade clothes.

A breeze blew by, and a fallen leaf floated to the chessboard.

Seeing this, the old man shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Sixth Prince is indeed very lucky. Even in such a desperate situation, he was able to obtain guidance from an immortal and turn defeat into victory after breaking through the realm with one move. It is not unfair for me, an old man, to lose."

The young man in brocade clothes smiled slightly, giving people a feeling of elegance and spring breeze.

"The saint was modest. It was just luck."

The old man also smiled sadly: "There is no such thing as luck in the world. We are all just chess pieces under the heaven. Every step has been predetermined. For example, your country of East Sea enjoys all the luck in the world, and my country of Seven Heroes is gradually declining with the loss of talents. In fact, in my opinion, the struggle for the great way can be seen from the rise and fall of this chess game."

The young man in brocade clothes smiled slightly, and was polite like a younger generation treating an elder.

"In fact, the saint does not need to sigh like this. Everything has its ups and downs. Even if my East China Sea royal family monopolizes the luck of the Donghua spiritual land, it may not be able to have a thousand years of prosperity. This world is originally like this. From ancient times to the present, nothing is eternal and unchanging. I believe the saint also knows that there are whales at the edge of the East China Sea. They are hundreds of feet long and can drown a country in one day. Although whales are big, they only live for more than a hundred years. When they die, there will be mournful cries. As the saying goes, when a whale falls, all things come to life. Today's Qixia Mountain is like a dying fish. Between its ups and downs, a country will suffer blessings and disasters."

The young man in brocade clothes, who was called the Sixth Prince of the East Sea Kingdom, picked up a black chess piece beside him and placed it on the chessboard. The moment he dropped the piece, invisible luck flowed out, and a gust of spiritual energy blew away the fallen leaf in front of him, spreading to the surrounding area.

The black piece has absorbed the dragon energy and has soared into the sky. Although the white piece has the power to seize the world, that is also a thing of the past. Now that the host and the guest have taken turns, the old man can only sigh and stop making moves.

Upon seeing this, the young man in brocade robe stood up and bowed.

"I have great respect for the Saint, and I admire Master Baili even more. The contributions that your Qixia Mountain made to this cave heaven in the Sealing Heaven Battle a hundred years ago will never be forgotten by our descendants, but now Qixia Mountain has declined. A thousand-year-old sect with only a few new bloods a year is occupying most of the spiritual veins of the entire East Sea Country. This is indeed a bit inappropriate. However, as long as the Saint agrees to my conditions, I can guarantee that one of the spiritual veins of Qixia Mountain will continue to be used by your sect and retain a trace of incense, so that Qixia Mountain will not end up with the dissipation of its spiritual veins. What do you think, Saint?"

The old man stood up with his slightly hunched body, shook his head and whispered: "What the Sixth Prince said was also said by the man in the East Palace yesterday. In the end, he returned disappointed."

The young man in brocade clothes had a smile on his face, and looked elegant and easy-going.

"As long as the Saint is willing to support me, it is not impossible for the Seven Heroes Mountain to recover its heyday. I believe the Saint has already seen that my eldest brother is short-sighted and only cares about the immediate interests. He does not have the ability to hold on to the world, so it is difficult for him to achieve great things, right?"

The man paused for a moment before speaking again, still smiling slightly: "Besides, does the Saint really want to watch this Seven Heroes Mountain perish?"

The old man walked to the edge of the pavilion with a cane and looked at the distant sky, where rainbow lights and human figures appeared frequently, explosions and roars resounded, the earth shook slightly, and flocks of birds were startled in the woods not far away.

"When the old master was here, our Seven Heroes Mountain was so prosperous. Now, in just a hundred years, we have reached a critical moment of life and death. Well, since you all want this underground spiritual vein, come and take it for yourselves."

The old man looked back at the humble gentleman in front of him and said firmly, "Besides, my Qixia Mountain is already in a difficult situation and will not participate in the fight for the throne of your Zheng Dynasty. Your Highness, you should go back quickly. If you wait any longer, I am afraid I will not be able to resist attacking you, a junior. At that time, will the King of Donghai withdraw from the conspiracy against my Qixia Mountain for you, the sixth son?"

The Sixth Prince's expression remained calm, without any sign of disappointment. He nodded and bowed.

"If the saint changes his mind, you can all go to the Immortal Tomb. I have been in the town recently. I can't guarantee anything else. If I can get the big treasure, you will definitely have a better way out in Qixia Mountain."

After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the pavilion. At this moment, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became disordered, and a hint of murderous intent was revealed.

Several masked assassins covered in black armor appeared here, with three-foot-long cold light flashing. Spiritual power and sword light intertwined to form a killing formation, which instantly engulfed the Sixth Prince of the East China Sea Kingdom in the middle.