Zhao family residence, in the hall.
"This Chen Zheng, you really treat yourself like a piece of shit, bah!" An angry voice rang out, and Zhao Yacheng slapped the table angrily, and the table under his palm shattered, and the anger in his heart made his eyes become extremely ferocious.
"Have Master Zhao forgotten the promise between you and me?" An old and somewhat solemn voice came from a corner. An old man wearing a black patterned robe and holding a bent wooden cane was unhurried. Walked out.
Seeing the old man, Zhao Yacheng's anger subsided and he quickly smiled and said, "How can I forget what Mr. Zhu said?"
Halfway through his words, his face suddenly turned serious, and he said in a sharp voice: "As long as Mr. Zhu helps me, everything will be easy. And Chen Zheng... I will make sure that he dies without a burial place!"
The old man responded lightly, "Just wait a little longer!"
Hearing this, Zhao Yacheng was a little confused and puzzled: "Why can't we take action now? Pingguo is already controlled by me and Chen Zheng. I will fight out from within when the time comes... He is the only one... .”
Before he finished speaking, the old man interrupted and glanced at Zhao Yacheng, "You really think that you can easily win the Pingguo. How can you two people judge everything with a century-old foundation, let alone the leader of the Pingguo... ....”
He shook his head and sighed softly, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him as if he was mentally retarded, doing things without any brains.
After thinking for a while, Zhao Yacheng said again: "How long will it take?"
The old man blurted out in a low voice, "Four years."
Four years? With a frown on his thick eyebrows, Zhao Yacheng fell into deep thought and didn't know what he was thinking.
The old man added: "In four years, the king will be able to enter that realm."
That realm?
With a flash of his eyes, Zhao Yacheng naturally knew what it was, but he knew that that kind of state was as difficult as reaching the sky, so he asked with a somewhat questioning tone: "Seriously?"
The old man nodded, then disappeared into the hall without saying anything more.
Seeing the person leaving, Zhao Yacheng took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and looked solemn.
...
Back in the courtyard, Chen Yu started practicing his sword, but no matter how he swung it, he always looked absent-minded.
"Do you really want to become stronger?" A voice suddenly sounded in Chen Yu's mind and asked.
It was the mysterious woman from before.
"Think!" Hearing this sudden voice, Chen Yu suddenly became energetic, nodded his head repeatedly, then thought about it, and asked tentatively: "Could it be that... senior, is there anything that can help me quickly improve my strength? "
The mysterious woman said directly: "No."
Chen Yu sighed in a low voice and said no more.
Seeing some frustration, the mysterious woman added: "You must be sharing your father's worries! That's why you really want to become stronger. The path of cultivation is already far away. Only by calming down and knowing what you want can you become effective." Motivation, in fact, the only thing that really hinders you is yourself.”
what do you want?
The only one who is really standing in the way is yourself?
Chen Yu suddenly understood and said: "Senior, I understand."
The mysterious woman nodded happily, and immediately said: "How far have you practiced the Poxu Sword Art? Show it to me."
Chen Yu nodded, and suddenly swung the long sword in his hand. Compared with just now, each swing drew perfect and sharp arcs in the air. If you observe carefully, you will notice the flow of the air around him. Driven by this sword energy, and as the sword continued to be swung, the air gradually burst apart bit by bit.
Breaking Qi, of course, cuts through the air. It sounds easy, but in fact, every swing requires a lot of hard work. Only in this way, when you find the feeling, it will naturally come naturally. If you are not born with a sword, I am afraid that most people It takes decades of practice.
"Senior, how are you?" Chen Yu said as he put away his sword.
"Yes, it is indeed a sword body, but it is still a little absent-minded. The next time you practice the sword, don't have too many other thoughts in your mind." Nodding, the mysterious woman said.
Sword body?
There was a hint of confusion in Chen Yu's eyes, he tilted his head and said confusedly: "Senior, what is a sword body?"
"You will know in the future. All you need to know is that it can bring you unlimited limits. By the way, remember not to let a third party know about you and me."
After saying that, there was no movement.
Chen Yu nodded, no longer thinking about it, and waved the long sword in his hand again.
I don't know how long it took, but Chen Yu stopped and sat on a stone bench to rest. His whole body was already soaked with sweat, and a sour smell of sweat flowed out. He frowned and subconsciously fanned himself with his hand. Fan, look up to the sky, a bright moon hangs high.
"Time flies so fast!" Looking at the starry sky, Chen Yu murmured, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.
A few quarters of an hour later, he went back to the house, washed himself, and changed into a bright white robe. His body was straight and his clear eyes were bright. As soon as he opened the door and walked out, a figure appeared in front of him.
"Mom!" Chen Yu was slightly startled, and was a little surprised.
Qiao Xiangxue smiled softly, walked to the table with some food in her hand, put it down, and said softly: "Yu'er, you must be starving. Come on, mother made you your favorite braised pork."
Shrugging, the corners of Chen Yu's eyes suddenly became moist. Immediately, a bright smile appeared on his face and he responded, "Okay! Mom."
As soon as he sat down, Chen Yu picked up the bowls and chopsticks and began to sweep away them frantically.
"Yu'er, slow down, don't choke." Seeing such devouring, Qiao Xiangxue gently patted Chen Yu on the back.
Soon, Chen Yu swept away all the food, showed a satisfied smile, and smiled, "Mom, your cooking is still so delicious."
"Hehehe, if Yu'er likes it, Mom will often cook it for you. If that's okay, Mom will leave first." After saying that, Qiao Xiangxue left.
Looking at the fading figure, Chen Yu was deeply touched in his heart, and his eyes became hot.
Putting away his thoughts, Chen Yu was about to stand up when a figure appeared in front of him again.
Father?
"Yu'er, I didn't disturb you, did I?" Chen Zheng smiled.
Chen Yu shook his head.
Chen Zheng came to sit next to him and said gently: "Yu'er, are you ready to practice?"
There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
Chen Yu nodded, "Yes."
Hearing this answer, Chen Zheng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, his eyes were full of kindness and relief, and he laughed immediately, patted Chen Yu on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "I knew that my Yu'er would definitely bloom in the future. Brilliant, dazzling.”
Chen Yu was a little stunned and asked, "Dad, how did you find out."
Chen Zhengyan smiled and said: "Silly boy, your father is also in the God-breaking realm after all. This can still be seen. Besides, you competed with that Zhao Shan that day and defeated him with one move. Even an ordinary person can guess that It’s not that easy, and the last thing is, dad will always believe in you.”
Chen Yu touched his head with a smile, thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Dad, I've thought about it."
With his eyes narrowed, Chen Zheng said: "Have you decided to go to Taixuan Mansion?"
Chen Yu nodded. I also know in my heart that only in this way can I become stronger, and I can't always rely on my parents.
After a moment of silence, Chen Zheng laughed and said, "Okay, Yu'er, now that you've thought about it, dad will support you. Just go for it boldly whatever you want to do! This world will become your biggest stage."
After saying that, he paused slightly and continued: "Since there is nothing else, dad won't disturb your rest."
After saying that, he stood up and walked outside.
Standing up, Chen Yu stretched, then sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slowly closed, and his chest slowly rose and fell with a cyclic and orderly exhalation. Then, waves of spiritual energy moved towards him like a tide. He came crazily, and a faint shimmer emitted from his body, but Chen Yu didn't notice it.
"This sword is really abnormal!" A mysterious voice suddenly sounded in Chen Yu's head. When she saw this scene, she couldn't help but spit it out. Only she could hear it.
...
In the morning, warm sunlight shines on the bed through the window.
"call--"
Taking a deep breath, Chen Yu slowly opened his eyes, looked at the small sword in his palm, and asked curiously: "Senior, can this sword be used?"
The mysterious voice said: "No."
cannot? Shaking his head, Chen Yu was a little confused, "If it can't be done, what's the use?"
The mysterious woman said lightly: "Have you ever noticed that when you don't open the spiritual acupoint, every time you practice the sword, there will be some small movements. This is its use, but... it can't be used now, no It means you won’t be able to do it in the future, so practice hard.”
Listening to what the mysterious woman said, it seemed right. In fact, Chen Yu discovered that he had some talent in sword practice a long time ago, so he decided at that time that even if he could not become a warrior, he could go to the battlefield with his father with a good sword and protect his family. country. It turns out that all this is the result of this little sword, but fortunately I can practice. Thinking of this, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.
Putting away his thoughts, Chen Yu's body was a little numb after sitting for a long time. He stood up and stretched his muscles. Then he picked up the sword and started practicing in the courtyard.
In the remaining days, Chen Yu was like this every day. In the blink of an eye, three months passed quietly.
In the early morning, Chen Yu put on a cloud-white robe. During this period of practice, his face had lost some of its immaturity. Compared to before, Chen Yu had a bit more youthful air, but he was still about sixteen years old.
I have to say that in terms of appearance, Chen Yu is still very good at it.
As soon as they walked out of the door, two figures came into Chen Yu's eyes. Behind them were all the guards and servants of the Chen family.
Seeing this scene, Chen Yu's eyes turned slightly red at this moment, and he said: "Dad, mother, you guys..."
Chen Zheng took a step forward, patted Chen Yu's shoulder gently, smiled happily and said peacefully: "Why, you are leaving, and your parents are not allowed to see you."
Chen Yu quickly shook his head.
"Yu'er, take good care of yourself." As she spoke, Qiao Xiangxue took out a ring and put it in Chen Yu's hand. This is a ring containing some needed items.
After watching this scene for a long time, Chen Yu took the ring, bowed deeply to the two of them, turned around and walked away. He did not look back, but walked straight forward, with tears in the corners of his eyes at this moment. Let it fall like a downpour.
"Master, take care!"
"Goodbye, young master, keep practicing!"
"We've been waiting for you to come back!"
...
Concerned and gentle voices reached Chen Yu's ears. Chen Yu paused, waved his hand, and disappeared from everyone's sight. This is his first time traveling far away. To be honest, he still has a lot of reluctance, but he can't always rely on his parents. He also needs to grow up. Only by becoming stronger can he protect the people he wants to protect.
Looking at the retreating figure, Qiao Xiangxue couldn't help but burst into tears from the corners of her eyes. She saw Chen Zheng gently hugging her with his arms and softly said, "Xiangxue, Yu'er has grown up and has his own way to go. I believe in Yu'er." , is the greatest support we give him.”
If you are not frivolous when you are young, how can you be regarded as a young man in this life in vain?
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