In the Qianling Holy Land Jian Tang, in a courtyard that looked like an ordinary home, a woman who still had charm brought out the food she had cooked with her own hands.
There was a pretty girl sitting on the dining table in the lobby. The girl was extremely beautiful, as pure as a handful of clear springs.
The most beautiful thing is her pair of dazzling eyes that are like the Milky Way.
Just one glance, that's the feeling of first love.
At the head seat of the dining table, a middle-aged man sat. Just by sitting there, the man's sword energy unconsciously overflowed, and even the air in the sword hall was mixed with sword energy.
He is the master of the Qianling Holy Land Sword Hall, Zhao Xiongtuo! The eleventh realm, Jade Purity realm sword cultivator! The top ten swordsmen in Chiba Continent!
"Where's Xin'er?"
At the dining table, Zhao Xiongtuo frowned and said, the dishes were already served, and they had agreed to have a family dinner together in the evening, but what happened to this boy?
"Perhaps Xin'er practiced sword practice late."
Mother Zhao said softly, serving a bowl of soup for her husband.
"After all, I heard that Xin'er seems to be worried about something recently. It should be due to some blockage in the sword. It's normal for him to be meditating now."
"Indeed, I miss Xin'er too much."
Zhao Xiongtuo, who had just come out of seclusion, nodded and was not angry because of his son's tardiness.
For Zhao Xiongtuo, what he is most proud of in life is not his achievements in swordsmanship.
But he married such a good wife. His wife also gave birth to two precious children.
His son Zhao Xin is a kendo prodigy who is rare to see in a thousand years. He has excellent kendo talent and his future kendo achievements will definitely not be lower than his own. He is the successor of his mantle and the guardian of the Qianling Holy Land!
Although her daughter Zhao Lingxue is not as talented as her brother in swordsmanship, she is not inferior either, and she is extremely pure and lovely, like the clear dew in the morning, fresh and beautiful.
"Xue'er, do you know where your brother has gone?"
After half a stick of incense, Mother Zhao asked, unable to hold back any longer.
If it were before, she wouldn't worry about her son's safety.
But that was the last time I heard that the Saint was almost assassinated. This was an exaggeration. As a mother, how could you not be worried?
Zhao Lingxue shook her head: "Xue'er doesn't know either. My brother left in a hurry as soon as possible and dressed up very well."
"Hurry? Appropriate? This boy doesn't have any favorite woman, does he?"
Zhao Xiongtuo was a little surprised and worried!
Now that Xin'er's momentum is booming, it's the best time to devote himself to kendo. What kind of love is it?
Xin'er is only over a hundred years old, and she fell in love at a young age! What are the benefits of early love?
Is it important for a woman to have kendo?
In five months, it will be a competition in the Holy Land.
The competition in the Holy Land is the highlight. If Xin'er loses to other direct disciples, then he will have to lower his head to his crotch in front of those old guys!
no! No matter how you talk about falling in love, you have to finish the martial arts competition before talking about it!
The more Zhao Xiongtuo thought about it, the more he couldn't do it. He stood up and asked someone to find his son.
Just when Zhao Xiongtuo stood up, he saw a disciple running over in a hurry.
"Hall Master, Hall Master! Something bad has happened! Senior Brother... Senior Brother, he..."
"Your senior brother was captured by monsters?"
Mother Zhao stood up, her pretty little face looked a bit pale and weak, her chest heaved nervously and violently, her gentle and mature charm made Cao Cao call Wuhu,
Soon, before the disciple could say anything, Zhao's mother threw herself into her husband's arms, her little fists constantly hanging on her husband's chest.
"Uh-huh-huh... It's all your fault. Why should I shut up when I have nothing to do? I told you that the Holy Land is not at peace now, and even the saints have demons to spy on you. Give me my son back, huh-huh-huh... ..”
Being hit on the chest by his wife's small fist, Zhao Xiongtuo also felt a little guilty. In addition to self-blame, he was even more angry!
Daring demon! How dare you murder my son!
Suddenly, under the wrath of the hall master, the entire mountain peak could hear the sound of swords!
"Which demon sect is it! Or is it the Black Demon Sect?" Zhao Xiongtuo said in a deep voice!
"No...it's not..."
This disciple was also a little confused. Why did the good master's wife start crying, and why did she close the magic gate?
"Elder brother was not captured by monsters."
"Oh, that's good." Zhao Xiongtuo breathed a sigh of relief and patted his wife's weak shoulder, "Okay, our son is fine. Look at you, you women will know... ."
"But senior brother destroyed his innate sword bone."
Before Zhao Xiongtuo could finish saying "cry", he only heard the sword hall disciples say.
Suddenly, the sound of needles could be heard as the sword hall fell to the ground.
"You...what did you say...Xin'er..."
"Hall Master...we don't do it either...Eldest Brother just came back from Yushang Peak, and we went to greet him. Only then did we find that Eldest Brother's face was pale and blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. Eldest Brother told us that he Since the sword bone has been broken, the realm is now on the verge of collapse even in the cave mansion realm."
"puff!!!"
"Xiongtuo!"
"father!"
The master of the sword hall spurted out a mouthful of old blood and flew far away. He was so angry that he backed away and fell directly onto the chair.
"You...are you telling the truth?"
"Return to the Hall Master, how dare I, this disciple, speak nonsense!"
"hateful!!!"
Zhao Xiongtuo slapped the table and stood up. With one palm, the wooden table turned into powder!
"Follow me to Yushang Peak!!!"
"Dad, you don't have to go!"
Just when Zhao Xiongtuo was furious and wanted to take his sword to the sky, his son's voice came from the courtyard.
"Xin'er!"
Seeing their son, Zhao Xiongtuo and Zhao's mother rushed to greet him.
Looking at her son's pale face, Zhao's mother felt heartbroken, while Zhao Xiongtuo was even more shocked and trembling.
"Xin'er...you...you..."
"Mom and dad, Xin'er can't help you! I've failed to live up to your expectations."
Zhao Xin knelt down in front of his parents.
"But Xin'er will never regret it!"
"Xin'er...what the hell happened?!"
"Mom, my son just realized it." Zhao Xin looked into his mother's eyes and said seriously.
"What did you realize that made you destroy your own sword!" Zhao Xiongtuo's fingers trembled.
"Because my son! I like shooting!"
"You!! You!!! Come with me to the medical hall to find the master of the medical hall and ask if there is anything we can do!"
Zhao Xiongtuo took his son's hand and was about to leave.
"No! My son is not going!"
"You must go!"
"My son is not going!"
"Why don't you go!"
"My son just wants to shoot! My son should stop playing with swords! I, Zhao Xin, only want to shoot guns in my life!!!"
"If you don't go, I will tie you up and go!"
"My son, even if the sword bone is reattached! The worst he can do is break it again!"
"You! You! Pff~~~~"
"father!"
"Xiongtuo!"
"Hall Master!"
Zhao Xiongtuo spurted out another mouthful of old blood, and a Jade Pu realm swordsman was so angry that he fell backwards.
In the courtyard, there were bursts of shouts...
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