The future Ximen Xue, the current Ximen Blowing knelt on his knees and kowtowed respectfully: "Teacher, I want to learn swordsmanship!"

In the previous exchange, she already knew that the teacher in front of her was the world's number one master who destroyed the demon gate with a single sword, and the "Sword Venerable" Qu was nameless!

To revitalize the division, it is not enough to rely on her own family martial arts.

"Yes, since I have promised your father, I will not go back. Wu Qian rubbed his chin, "But although your talent is good, in my opinion, it is still average, and my 'swordsmanship' you can practice to the 'third sword' at most." ”

Ximen Fu asked, "Teacher, how many styles are there in that 'swordsmanship'?"

"Six Styles. Wu Qian compared it to six, "They are shaved and iron...... It is the calamity of life and death, reincarnation, rebirth, extinction, unity, and thoughtlessness.

To be honest, even if it is the first three forms, only if you learn it, you can walk sideways in the 'Dao Law Natural Realm'.

And not only that, you can use these three styles to combine with your Yunxiaomen's swordsmanship and thunder internal skills to create your own unique swordsmanship. ”

Although it is not necessarily better than the original, only what suits you is good.

The most important thing is that Ximen Xue, whom he saw twenty years later, did combine the three-style "sword technique" to create a sword style with thunder attributes, and also broke his own three-style "sword technique" at that time.

"Hmm. Simon Blowing stood up, "Teacher, when will you still study?"

"There's no hurry. Wu Qian patted her head, "Let's go and help your father and mother avenge first." ”

"Nope. Simon Blow's tone was flat, "Teacher, there's no need. ”

Wu Qian raised his eyebrows: "You're welcome, since you call me a teacher, then avenging the students is also what the teacher should do." ”

"Teacher, I'm not polite, but this revenge needs to be avenged by me personally, and Yunxiaomen also needs me to take it back personally. "Simon blew his eyes, and there were no waves in the ancient well.

"Hatred can indeed provide good motivation, but ......" Wu Qian frowned into the word "Chuan", "only rely on hatred as motivation, and you will never be able to move forward after the great revenge is avenged." ”

"No, the teacher was wrong. Simon smiled handsomely, and her eyes were firm: "They are my whetstones, the tools I use to polish myself, and this is just a short- and medium-term goal." My medium-term goal is to recapture the Gate of the Clouds and recreate the event of that year. And the ultimate goal is to continue to develop Yunxiaomen, and to reach the pinnacle of kendo itself. ”

She looked at Wu Qian, and did not hide the eager challenge in her eyes: "Teacher, I also want to see what kind of scenery is on the peak." ”

"Ambitious. Wu Qian smiled, "But I can't stay long, if you really don't need me to help solve the enemy, then you can only rely on yourself after that." ”

"Everyone has their own path to follow, and teachers don't have to worry about it. Simon Blowing saluted respectfully, "Trouble teacher." ”

Half a year later.

In the valley, in front of the grass house.

Wu Qian spread out his hand, and a snowflake fell on the palm of his hand, and then melted.

He raised his head slightly and sighed: "It's snowing......"

It's also time to leave.

Behind her, Ximen Chui also grew a little taller, her long hair was simply tied into a ponytail at the moment, and she held a cup of tea in front of Wu Qiang's table: "Teacher, please use tea." ”

Wu Qian took a sip and said with a smile: "Yes, it's a lot stronger than at the beginning." ”

"Thanks to the teacher's guidance. Simon Blowing bowed slightly.

"Well, you are already familiar with the three styles of 'sword technique', but you are still young now, and you can only use the 'sword one' for the time being, but the sword technique dismantled by only using the 'sword one' is enough. ”

Wu Qian really didn't expect that this Ximen Xue was also a super genius, she had already touched the threshold of the innate realm when she was only about ten years old, and now she is in the realm of "unity of heaven and man", and she is not far behind when she was ten years old.

Looking at the more and more beautiful Ximen Xue, his heart moved, and he took out the necklace from the shrine and handed it to her: "This is a treasure that the teacher got by chance in the past, after wearing it, you can walk the rivers and lakes without being discovered." Presumably this will be good for you as well. ”

This chain is the one that Ximen Xue gave himself at the beginning, and it can be regarded as the return of the object to its original owner.

The question is, since it's a cycle, how did this chain come about in the first place?

Shaking his head and not thinking about it anymore, Wu Qian smiled: "In the future, you will have to rely on yourself." ”

Simon took the necklace and raised his head when he heard the words: "Teacher, are you leaving?"

"Well, it's time too. That's right......" Wu Qian suddenly thought of something, and took out a small piece of wood and carved it carefully.

After a while, he looked at the "Master Sword" formed in his hand and smiled with satisfaction, it seemed that the original craftsmanship was still there.

He handed the small wooden sword to Simon Blow: "This sword will be given to you as a gift, and if you see my son in the future, please take care of him." ”

At the very least, when he sees that you don't have a necklace, don't stab him to death in the first place.

Ximen took the small wooden sword, and saw that the sword intent in it was vertical and horizontal, and it could not be looked at directly.

She hurriedly put away the small wooden sword and asked, "I wonder where the teacher is going?"

Wu Qian got up and shook off the snow on his body, waved his sleeves, and did not take away a cloud: "The rivers and lakes are so big, I want to go and see it." ”

Simon looked at the back that was gradually submerged by the wind and snow, and was stunned.

When the figure disappeared into the wind and snow, she knelt down on her knees and kowtowed respectfully three times:

"Teacher, don't worry, if my junior brother comes to the door one day, I will treat him well. ”

............

It's another month past.

On this day, the cold wind howled and the snow fell.

In a restaurant called "Inn" in Anzhou City, Wu Qianzheng had a drink with the shopkeeper.

"Childe, you know, that Yunxiao Gate has been blown back by the former master Ximen Tian's son Ximen!" The young shopkeeper's fat face was slightly red, and his expression was excited, "He's only ten years old! Ten years old can defeat seven or eight innate masters!

He couldn't help but touch a glass with Wu Qian: "Since ancient times, heroes have come out of youth!

"Ha, there are countless heroes in the rivers and lakes for thousands of years, and the shopkeeper is also interested in this Jianghu fight, killing, and killing?" Wu Qian laughed, "It's just your figure...... IMHO, there is still a lot more practice. ”

"You're kidding. The shopkeeper smiled bitterly, toasted him with another glass of wine, and took a sip of his own, "Who didn't have a dream of fighting with a sword in a green shirt and wandering the rivers and lakes when he was young."

But ordinary is a blessing, my wife and children's ideal of hot kang has been realized, and now it is good to open this inn. Don't worry about eating and drinking, don't talk about it, and don't let your family worry about it every day. ”

When he saw Wu Qiang, who was smiling and silent, he slapped his head: "Hey! It's me talking too much! I'll punish myself with three cups!"

Wu Qian shook his head, and drank three cups in a row: "What the shopkeeper said is good, I envy you." ”

"You envy me, and I envy you for being able to roam the rivers and lakes. In general, we all have our own good and bad differences, and no one needs to envy anyone. The shopkeeper patted him on the shoulder.

"Reasonable. Wu Qian nodded and raised his glass: "Dry!"

"!"

After three rounds of drinking, the shopkeeper was already a little drunk.

Wu Qian took out a hundred taels of silver tickets and put it on the table, got up and wanted to leave.

"Shaoxia, there is such a heavy snow outside, I don't think it is better to leave after tonight?"

"No, it's the snow. ”

"This ......," the shopkeeper scratched his head, "it's just that you gave too much silver." ”

"Hmm......" Wu Qian rubbed his chin and smiled freely: "Just pay in advance." ”

Pay for a bully meal twenty years later.

"The rivers and lakes are far away, the shopkeeper, we have a fate to meet again. ”

The shopkeeper looked at the empty gate in a daze, and sighed: "This is the life of a hero......

"You're not closing the door so late?!My son wets the bed again!"

There was a coquettish cheer from the backyard.

"Come on, come on!" the shopkeeper got up and closed the door, enjoying himself: "I'm not bad." ”

In the snowstorm, a figure walked aimlessly, and from time to time he stopped to look at the roadside house and listen to the short chatter of the parents inside.

When he heard the inappropriate voice of a child, he smiled and changed his goal.

His faction gives priority to lightheartedness, as if he is not a passer-by in the snow, but a young man in early spring.

Suddenly, he smiled.

"I finally found it. ”

In the distance, he saw a small figure staggering forward.

It was a little beggar.