Opening an office in Taila

When I was young, I started practicing martial arts under the guidance of my father. I practiced all kinds of martial arts, but the most important one was the swordsmanship of using force to stop war.

My talent is extremely amazing. None of my father's disciples practiced faster than me. Even my father couldn't practice as fast as me. When I was 20 years old, I had already swept the martial arts world of Yan Country. Even those old guys were no match for me. When I was 28 years old, I was young and frivolous. In an impulse, in order to protect an official who was persecuted by a corrupt official, I fought with dozens of imperial guards for three days until the official fled Yan Country.

After that, the only one I hadn't defeated was my father. When I was 36, I only lost to him by half a move. When I was 40, I tied with him. When I was 42, I successfully defeated my father and took over the sword that was passed down from my Xiao family from my father. From then on, I became even more invincible.

But by then I already had a wife and children, and that heart, that heart that pursued the world had long since faded away. I was more concerned about how my family was doing. My father was old, and I also wanted him to live out his days in peace.

I began to train disciples, but those with high talent became mediocre disciples in front of Yiwu Zhige. Yiwu Zhige's swordsmanship was too difficult to learn.

Fortunately, my son is very motivated. Although he may not be as talented as me, he is still a member of the Xiao family, so his learning speed is at least acceptable, which at least gives me some comfort. In addition, to ensure that he does not have any accidents during practice, I also forged a wooden sword for him to practice with.

Yes, it is the wooden sword in my hand now.

The days passed by little by little, and I had a granddaughter. That was the happiest moment in my life, sharing the joy of family with my family.

However, once you enter the martial arts world, you can't help yourself. This is also my fault. I didn't prepare my son mentally. I didn't tell him that his swordsmanship had not yet reached the pinnacle, nor did I tell him that his practical experience was still insufficient. I only told him that the swordsmanship of "using martial arts to stop war" was unparalleled in the world. I also only told him that one day you will be invincible, but I didn't tell him that it's not now.

I didn't give him the ancestral knife either because he wasn't skilled enough.

This was the beginning of the tragedy.

My son has never suffered any setbacks in his life, and everything has gone smoothly for him. This has led to his impatience and irritability. I did not correct him at the time because I was trying to restore the legendary lost sword technique.

At that time, he was provoked by someone and fell into that person's trap. He actually used real swords and guns on the arena, and even had firearms, and he had two helpers. My son fought desperately, and after killing that person's helpers, he was unfortunately killed by the thief.

Later I learned that it was that group of people who coveted my family's ancestral sword. They thought the sword was in my son's hands, so they lured him out and killed him.

The last weapon my son used was this wooden sword. He has used it for so many years, and it is still as good as new.

After that, my daughter-in-law couldn't bear such a blow. She was depressed all day long and eventually fell ill and died. My father was already in poor health, and he fell seriously ill after hearing the news. He passed away not long after. My granddaughter hated the martial arts world, martial arts, and even everything in Yan Country because of this incident. She ran away from home and has not been heard from since.

My wife passed away a long time ago, and my mother died before my father. Looking back, I am the only one left in the whole family.

I was extremely sad, but helpless. I made up my mind to avenge my son and my Xiao family!

I sealed up the precious sword. After all, it was this sword that brought disaster. I swore in front of my family's ancestral temple that I would use my son's wooden sword to kill that guy with my own hands!

After the story was told, Old Master Xiao's face was already covered with tears. He wiped away his tears and drank a bowl of wine in one gulp. He said, "The black shadow before the battle with the evil demon looked like my son no matter how I looked at him. He was the one who had mastered all the sword techniques of Yiwu Zhige. I couldn't tell him apart for a moment. I told myself again and again, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, because I delayed too much, I almost got you killed. I regret it. If you really died, then the future of the Xiao family swordsmanship would have been ruined by my own hands once again."

Song Yufeng was silent. Only then did he know about Mr. Xiao's past and why he had so many negative emotions. He had just been suppressing them.

I wonder if one night he will wake up and cry because he misses the past.

The stronger you are, the more fragile you are.

Song Yufeng held Old Man Xiao's hand and said, "It's okay, Old Man Xiao. I don't blame you. I only regret that I couldn't learn the sword technique faster. Don't worry, I have some connections and I might be able to find out something. Old Man Xiao, I promise you that if I, Song Yufeng, don't learn this sword technique, I will be unworthy of being a human being!"

Old Master Xiao looked at Song Yufeng's serious expression, and tears could not help but flow down his face. He held Song Yufeng's hand tightly, and countless words came to his mind, but in the end he just said: "Good disciple, drink."