"Young hero... cough cough..." The middle-aged man became excited, and the severed meridians became more severe, and the injury became more serious. Another mouthful of blood gushes out from his throat, and there is no way to save him.
"Daddy! Woohoo..." The little girl on the side was obviously panicked and knelt beside the middle-aged man at a loss.
The middle-aged man glanced at the little girl, "I was carrying such a valuable treasure and suffered such a disaster, and my family was ruined. I don't ask the young hero to avenge me, but... only my daughter, I can't worry about it, ahem... ...I hope the young hero can take care of my little girl after my death! I am willing to take this sword as my thanks!"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man struggled to take out a clumsy dagger from his waist and handed it into Yang Qingyuan's hand.
It is said to be a dagger, but it is actually only as long as a dagger.
"good!"
Yang Qingyuan knew that refusing at this moment would only make the middle-aged man uneasy after his death, so he immediately agreed and took over the ancient dagger.
It seemed that his daughter had been entrusted and his worries were gone. On the middle-aged man's face, there was a painful expression mixed with relief. His left hand trembled and he used all his strength to touch the hair of the little girl who was kneeling beside him and crying.
"Live well."
The look in the middle-aged man's eyes disappeared, and there was no breath anymore.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Although the little girl was still young, she understood at this time that her father would never wake up again.
Yang Qingyuan and Yang Qingyuan stood quietly aside, letting the little girl vent her sadness.
The little girl's tears kept falling. After a quarter of an hour, she seemed to be unable to cry anymore, and her voice became a little hoarse.
"Don't be sad!"
Yang Qingyuan took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to the little girl.
"It's better to let your father rest in peace first!"
The little girl took the handkerchief, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and nodded silently.
Yang Qingyuan found a ginkgo tree by the river as a sign.
At this time, Yang Qingyuan's inner strength of hard training came into play. It didn't matter if he didn't have tools, but two palms made a big hole in the ground.
After burying the little girl's father, Yang Qingyuan also chipped a piece of wood and made a simple tombstone.
The words on the tombstone were carved by the little girl herself with a dagger.
Submission - the tomb of my late father Zhou Gongwang.
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"Then I went to Wudang Mountain with Brother Qingyuan and Taoist Priest Xiaomeng, and then was sent to Emei."
Originally, there was no Kun Dao in the Zhenwu Temple, and it was inappropriate for Zhou Zhiruo, a little girl, to stay in the Zhenwu Temple.
A flash of memory flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes. What happened back then still appeared in her dreams from time to time in the past eight years. Only when Yang Qingyuan appeared in the end could she sleep peacefully.
"When Xiaomeng and I rescued you, your father was already suffering from internal injuries and ignored the medicine."
Although Yang Qingyuan at that time was only a great master in opening up the meridians, he had mastered the innate Wuji magic technique jointly deduced by Zhang Sanfeng and Daotong. He used a ray of innate yin and yang energy as a guide every day to practice the innate true energy.
In terms of the amount of his true energy, he is not considered a master, but in terms of its quality, it is rare in the world. Especially in treating internal injuries, it has unique and miraculous effects.
Even so, it cannot save the injury of the Pulse-Severing Palm.
"Brother Qingyuan, can you tell me how my father died?!"
Yang Qingyuan was silent for a moment. Zhou Zhiruo had her own background, so he and Zhang Sanfeng didn't tell her back then. They only hoped that she could grow up simple and happy.
But how can we forget the hatred of killing our father and the hatred of destroying the family? !
But Yang Qingyuan didn't intend to lie to her. She had an extraordinary life experience. Even if Yang Qingyuan didn't tell her, she might be found by her father's old subordinates in the future. Rather than keeping it secret, it's better to tell her proactively.
"Your Majesty died because of a severed pulse palm!"
"Breaking Pulse Palm?!" Zhou Zhiruo had never heard of this name, but upon hearing its name, he knew that it should be a vicious martial arts.
While the two were talking, Yang Qingyuan had already led him outside his room.
What Yang Qingyuan said next was not convenient for others to know.
"This martial art is extremely difficult to practice, and it's a bit useless once you master it. Although it can cut off people's pulse, the effect is very slow, so no one in the world practices it. On the contrary, there are still some practitioners among the imperial guards! "
"Jinyiwei?!"
Zhou Zhiruo was stunned. The Jin Yiwei were the emperor's guards. Why did they come to hunt down their father and daughter?
Jin Yiwei is not only responsible for protecting the safety of the emperor, but also handles some shady troubles for the emperor when necessary.
At this time, the Broken Vein Palm comes into play.
If a person with Interrupted Veins Palm does not get treatment, he will definitely die. And after his death, the palm prints in the center of the palm will disappear immediately as the power of the palm dissipates, and the death of the deceased will become as if the blood vessels are not smooth. That is coronary heart disease. Generally, it is difficult to find out the cause of death without opening the chest.
It is simply a necessary martial art for killing people and silencing them.
"Brother Qingyuan, you are an important member of the court, why are the Jin Yiwei chasing us?!"
At this time, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were filled with mist.
Yang Qingyuan sighed softly, walked to the cabinet beside him, and took out a small wooden box from it.
Yang Qingyuan took out an ancient dagger wrapped in cowhide.
"This is?!"
Zhou Zhiruo looked familiar to the dagger.
"This is the relic that your father left behind, and it is left to you!"
This dagger is not only a relic, but also a symbol of Zhou Zhiruo's identity.
Yang Qingyuan drew out the dagger and spat out his true energy. The originally dim dagger emitted a bright yellow light, and a three-foot sword sword appeared out of thin air on the dagger.
This sword gang is different from the parallel-imported sword gangs like Zhuo Bufan in Tianlong. In terms of power, it is better than ordinary magic weapons and can easily cut through Wudang's standard sword.
"Brother Qingyuan is really powerful. He used the Three-foot Sword Gang in such an understatement."
Yang Qingyuan immediately withdrew his inner strength, and the sword disappeared. Then he handed the dagger in his hand to Yang Qingyuan, "You try?"
"Huh? Me?" Zhou Zhiruo was a little embarrassed. With her internal strength, she wouldn't react at all. Even if she was lucky enough to activate the sword, one inch would be the limit, right?
Zhou Zhiruo took the dagger bravely, channeling all her energy into it, and an extremely sharp bright yellow three-foot sword appeared in front of her eyes.
"Brother Qingyuan, this, this, this...?"
Zhou Zhiruo was speechless for a moment. Her family knew about her family affairs, so how could she trigger such a sword attack with her martial arts skills?
"This is the legendary magic weapon - the Lingxi Sword!"
"Lingxi——Sword?!"
There are not many people in the world who can tell this matter completely, and Yang Qingyuan happens to be one of them, because he has a senior brother who was personally involved in this matter.
This happened decades ago. At that time, the former Qin Dynasty was overthrown and the heroes were divided. Daqian and Jiannu in the north took the opportunity to invade the south. Heroes from all over the country raised their troops to attack the Di in the north and compete for supremacy in the world.
Countless people with lofty ideals rebelled against the Yuan Dynasty, including the founding emperor of the Zhou Dynasty.
