Zhao An put down the book in his hand, stood up, step by step, walked in front of Zhao Xiaoyun very slowly, every step he took, the momentum was even more serious, when he was still three steps away from Zhao Xiaoyun, Zhao Xiaoyun was out of breath, Zhao An stopped, looked at Zhao Xiaoyun, and said nothing.

"Dad," Zhao Xiaoyun shouted with the discomfort in his heart.

Zhao An suddenly stopped, and without Zhao An's momentum, Zhao Xiaoyun couldn't help but take two steps back.

After Zhao Xiaoyun stabilized his body, Zhao An asked, "Yun'er wants such a soul,"

Zhao Xiaoyun nodded, clasped his hands into fists, and said very seriously: "Ask for Daddy's guidance." ”

Zhao An shook his head, "It's not that my father doesn't want to teach you, it's just that this will only come after you have experienced a real fight, and you only need to practice it now until this swordsmanship is like an arm command." ”

"However, Yun'er is now unable to raise her sword." Zhao Xiaoyun said without giving up.

Zhao An waved his hand, "If you can't raise the sword, it's because you can't resonate with the sword itself, and you haven't fully understood the sword technique." You can think it through before you practice. “

Zhao Xiaoyun froze in place, unable to understand what it means to be unable to resonate with the sword itself, is it true that those people on TV are united with the sword? Even if it was true, it would take many years of practice to resonate with the sword, but she had only practiced for the second day.

"Okay, Yun'er go out first, Dad still needs to see the art of war." Zhao An said this deliberately, hoping to attract Zhao Xiaoyun's attention and make her take the initiative to say that she wanted to learn, but unfortunately Zhao Xiaoyun's attention was now on how to resonate with the sword, and he would not pay attention to anything else at all. After coming back to his senses, he owed to Zhao An,

"Yes, Daddy, Yun'er is out."

In the study, Zhao An looked at the art of war in his hand, and couldn't cry or laugh for a while, how could this Yun'er be full of swordsmanship, and he didn't care about the art of war, a person with a general didn't understand this, so he didn't go up and send a group of people to death. Hey, that's it, wait until she has figured out the swordsmanship, and then guide her.

In the martial arts training ground, Zhao Xiaoyun sat on the ground in a daze, looking at the heavy sword in his hand, not knowing how to lift it.

The unity of man and sword, where can it be so simple,

Time passed little by little, Mo Mo came to the martial arts training ground and asked Zhao Xiaoyun to go back for lunch. Looking at his stunned daughter, Mo Mo called softly, "Yun'er, Yun'er." “

"Madame, no need to shout Yun'er anymore." Zhao An stepped forward and said, "Yun'er is now immersed in her own thoughts, and if she wakes her up rashly, I'm afraid she will lose a great opportunity." As for lunch, it is okay not to eat it, and it is inevitable to go hungry on the battlefield in the future. “

Mo Mo was almost choked to death by Zhao An's words, what is the meaning of starvation, she is a good girl, can't she think about the good?

"Okay, let's go back first, when she wakes up, she will naturally eat," After speaking, Zhao An took Mo Mo's hand and walked straight to the main hall.

And Zhao Xiaoyun was still immersed in his own thoughts.

From time to time, I think that in modern times, her originally very happy family was destroyed by a car accident, her parents died, and her relatives avoided her like a snake and scorpion, starting at the age of six, she was in the orphanage, pleasing the dean, and getting along with other children happily, until the regulations of the orphanage, she had to be self-reliant when she turned eighteen years old, and after that, Zhao Xiaoyun began to roll in society again, all kinds of work have been done, and she has also been bullied as a newcomer, her salary has been suppressed, and her only money has been stolen, resulting in starvation for a few days, and later, when she worked in a caféAt that time, Qianqian happened to be in the café, saw this scene, and stepped forward to help her splash back, and since then, she has her first real friend.

But now she came to the Three Kingdoms inexplicably and became Zhao Yun in history. Even if she has a father and mother, she is not at ease, afraid that this is a dream. She seemed to have nothing, no way back but to move forward.

By the way, she suddenly remembered yesterday's sword intent, her father was so indomitable when he danced the sword, she understood her father's sword intent, but it was not her own sword intent. So she only has a form and no soul.

So the soul is its own and can't be taught, is this the meaning of what Dad asked her to find?

But what should she do?

Zhao Xiaoyun's mind was disturbed, she was very irritable, but she didn't know how to vent.

"It's time. Yun'er hasn't woken up yet, how can this be good. Mo Mo stood at the entrance of the martial arts training ground, standing side by side with Zhao An, and asked worriedly.

Looking at Zhao Xiaoyun, who was frowning in the field, Zhao An said calmly, "Hey, it seems that Yun'er can't understand the true meaning today." “

"Where would it be so easy to understand the true meaning, you were in too much of a hurry," Mo Mo said angrily.

Zhao An didn't argue anything with his wife, he had his own plan in his heart, "Okay, you go and tell Yun'er to wake up and rest." “

Hearing this, Mo Mo stepped forward, containing internal force, and his voice went straight into Zhao Xiaoyun's mind. "Yun'er, it's time to rest."

This sound woke up Zhao Xiaoyun, and after she saw the mother in front of her clearly, her brain twitched, "Mother, am I blind?" I can't see you clearly. “

Zhao An hid to the side, the corners of his mouth twitched, didn't he just immerse himself and forget the time, why did he think he was blind.

"Silly boy, it's just getting dark." Mo Mo nodded Zhao Xiaoyun's forehead and chuckled. "Rest and practice again tomorrow."

Zhao Xiaoyun looked left and right, and found that she could still see the candlelight in the backyard, so she believed her mother's words, she just felt magical, how could it have been so long.

"Go back and rest," Mo Mo said again.

Zhao Xiaoyun shook his swollen head, knowing that he couldn't figure out anything anymore, and listened to his mother's words, "Mother, I'm going to rest,"

But her legs sat on the ground for a long time and did not move, and she was already stiff, and finally her mother helped her into the room and helped her wash. Cover the quilt and then leave.

Before leaving, Mo Mo heard Zhao Xiaoyun's words behind him, and suddenly burst into tears, and he closed the door and returned to the room to cry out loud.

"Ma'am, what's the matter?" Zhao An looked at Mo Mo's tears, helpless, and didn't know what to do.

"I, Yun'er just said," Mo Mo wiped his tears with a handkerchief and sobbed, "She said, it feels good to have a mother." ”

Zhao An didn't understand what there was to cry about in this sentence, so he could only pat Mo Mo on the back.

"Yun'er hasn't enjoyed the feeling of motherhood for so many years, my hard-working child." Mo Mo couldn't help but lie in Zhao An's arms and cry bitterly.

Now Zhao An understands, but he always puts the world first in his heart, and the love of his children will last for a long time.

After a long time, Mo Mo was tired of crying and fell asleep.

Zhao An walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and muttered, "The world." “

And at this time, in the cell in Luoyang City.

A man was hanging from a wooden frame with his hands on his hands, covered in blood, his head hanging down, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.

"Splash." The man in the dark blue robe of the Governor of the Beijing Mansion sat on the chair and commanded coldly.

"Yes. My lord," the man standing next to the man immediately picked up the ice water in his hand and threw it at the man on the wooden shelf.

In the winter, being poured with cold water so violently, the man suddenly shook his head and struggled twice, but his hands were tied and he couldn't move. The drooping head slowly lifted, and there was a terrifying scar on the left side of his face, still bright red, which obviously happened not long ago.

"Say," said the lieutenant, picking up the fiery iron tongs that were burning on one side, and looking at the stubborn man in front of him.

"Me. I say. "The man was suddenly excited, he was afraid, really afraid, this man was the devil. If you don't say that he is also dead, if you say it, you may be freed as soon as possible.

"Yes, Feng Xu, Xu Feng."

The governor sighed regretfully, "Why don't you hold on a little longer, Ma Yuanyi, Ma Yuanyi." I'll give you a choice of how to die. ”

Ma Yuanyi didn't dare to let go of this opportunity, and hurriedly said, "Die quickly." ”

After speaking, a look of relief appeared on Ma Yuanyi's face, and he saw a sword light light light up, and he could no longer contribute to the Taiping Dao.