There is a small stream that branches from the Tianhe River, and when the stream passes through a dam raised by a giant tree, it forms a small waterfall two meters high.

Because it is pulled up by a giant tree, the waterfall is hollow, and the curtain of water that slowly falls, under the reflection of the sun, is like a magnificent crystal ribbon, accompanied by the sound of the clanging stream, slowly flowing into the small pool.

In front of the blue sky, fragrant flowers, flocks of chirping birds, and a bright waterfall in front of the clear and bright waterfall, a childish child stands on a smooth stone slab in front of the pool, holding a wooden sword horizontally, and splitting the waterfall one by one.

Such a scene, at first glance, looks like a naughty boy who does not know the danger is playing a game of illusion to become a hero.

But when such a fixed action is repeated thousands of times, it seems a little boring and strange.

A seven-year-old boy stood in front of a two-meter-high waterfall, awkwardly wielding a wooden sword with a slightly wide blade, cutting off the waterfall again and again. Not to mention a child, but also an adult, if you wave it hundreds of times, your arm will be extremely sore.

"Chopping water, not only the strength of the arm, but also the stability of the sword. If you want to cut the water completely, you must keep the sword in your hand from being slanted by the waterfall. Not far away, Ning Chongshan, who had half-white hair, leaned on his cane, quietly watching the child's heavy breathing chopping water, and talking about the essentials while watching.

"Got it, Dad. The boy standing in front of the waterfall held the wooden sword in both hands, ignoring the water splashing on his face, refusing to be lazy, and intercepting the water with his sword one by one.

Seeing Ning Shi so attentive, Ning Chongshan's slightly old face obviously showed a kind smile that was extremely gratifying, and he looked at his son with doting on his serious cultivation.

"Chongshan, Shi'er, ...... eating" A voice as crisp as a yellow warbler came from a distance, and before he could finish speaking, Ning Chongshan turned his head and hurriedly made a silent gesture to the woman who was walking in the distance.

The child, who was standing in front of the waterfall and concentrating on sword practice, heard his mother's voice, hurriedly turned his head and shouted happily: "Mother......"

Ning Chongshan's originally kind face, when he saw Ning Shi turn his head, he immediately changed to a stern expression and shouted: "Concentrate on it, let's talk about it after practicing!"

Ning Shi, who was delighted, was severely reprimanded by his father, and suddenly showed a dejected look, and whispered, "Got it." Then he turned his head, moved his stiff arm, and continued to chop the water.

Duanmu Wan saw Ning Chongshan hurriedly gesturing towards herself, and she snorted and laughed.

stepped forward, stood beside Ning Chongshan, stood side by side with him, glanced at Ning Chongshan, looked at his son's back and said: "You ruthless father, how young is the child, it's not that you don't practice, what's wrong with eating and resting and then practicing?"

Ning Chongshan frowned and said: "A loving mother has many defeated children, and when she was a child, her foundation was not solid, how can the meridians withstand the infusion of heaven and earth vitality in the future." ”

Duanmu Wan listened to Ning Chongshan's tirade, looked at Ning Chongshan with a smile and said, "Oh? Is that so? But how do I remember that when I was practicing swordsmanship in the past, someone always secretly came to me for a walk. ”

"Ahem, that's different. Besides, is there one? How I don't remember. Embarrassed, Ning Chongshan, who pretended to cough and glanced his head slightly to the side, turned his head with a smile and turned his head.

"Yo, do you dare not admit it?" Duanmu snorted, raised his head and glared at Ning Chongshan, who was a head taller than her, only to find that Ning Chongshan's head was looking away.

Putting the basket on the ground, Wan'er stomped on her feet, and snorted softly to leave.

"Hey!" Ning Chongshan hurriedly grabbed Duanmu Wan's wrist, forcibly took Wan'er in his arms, and stood in place with a smile on his face, no matter how Duanmu Wan struggled, Ning Chongshan just looked at his son in the distance with a smile on his face, without saying a word.

Duanmuwan struggled for a while, raised her head and looked at Ning Chongshan's expression full of love and satisfaction, she stopped struggling, and quietly let Ning Chongshan hold her in her arms, and gently wrapped her hands around Ning Chongshan's waist.

The two of them watched their young son silently, slashing sword after sword into the water, and neither of them spoke.

"Ahem...... Ahem......" Suddenly Ning Chongshan bent down and coughed violently.

Duanmu Wan hurriedly held Ning Chongshan with one hand, and gently patted Ning Chongshan's back with the other.

Ning Chongshan coughed a few times, straightened up weakly, took the Jinpa handed by Duanmuwan and wiped his mouth.

"Chongshan ......" Duanmu Wan wanted to say something, but Ning Chongshan gagged with his hand.

"Wan'er, I know what you want to say, in the past seven years, I haven't regretted my choice back then, being able to quietly hug you and watch my Shi'er grow, for me, it's enough!" Ning Chongshan stretched out his hand, and put the slightly scattered sideburns behind his ears for Duanmu Wan, and said gently.

Duanmu Wan raised her head with tears in her eyes, looked at Ning Chongshan and said, "If Chongshan hadn't been for me back then, how could he ......?"

Ning Chongshan smiled slightly, gently picked up Duanmuwan's face, scratched Duanmuwan's nose, and said softly: "Silly girl, if I didn't have you two back then, where would I be willing to live until now, because you and Shi'er are all I have!"

Before Duanmu Wan could speak, a vulture's voice sounded from behind Ning Chongshan: "Haha, flesh and hemp, it's really fleshy and numb!" I can't imagine that Elder Ning Chongshan is not only cultivating for gain, but also has such good kung fu skills, no wonder even if he becomes a waste, he can still keep his flowery wife by his side. ”

Ning Chongshan and Duanmu Wan heard someone behind them, and they all turned their heads to look behind them.

"Ning Shaoyan, who do you say is a waste?" Duanmu Wan's face sank and he asked in a cold voice.

The man called Ning Shaoyan smiled brightly, looked at Ning Chongshan and pretended to be surprised: "Is there anyone else around here?" As he spoke, he made a gesture of looking, and saw Ning Shi who turned his head to look at Ning Shi in the distance, so he waved his hand towards Ning Shi with a smile, but said to Ning Chongshan and his wife: "Naturally, I won't talk about my nephew, if you want to say crippled, of course, only I, the third brother Ning Chongshan, who has exploded into the sea of anger." ”

"...... you" Duanmu's pretty face flushed, and just about to say something, Ning Chongshan frowned and whispered, "Wan'er!"

Duanmuwan, who was pulled by Ning Chongshan, looked at Ning Shaoyan tremblingly, her eyes were about to burst into flames, Duanmuwan used to be a half-saint, even if there was a villain like Ning Shaoyan, he didn't dare to be so shameless and straightforward.

Ning Shaoyan pretended to be scared and took two steps back and said, "Yo yo, brother and sister, what are you doing here? Why, after separating from me, your temper has become so irritable? Could it be that my third brother is also crippled there?" Ning Shaoyan said as he looked towards Ning Chongshan's place with bad intentions.

"Indecent!" Rao is Duanmu Wan's Taoist heart is tenacious, and he can't bear such an insult, a cultivator has the most important Taoist heart, if he has been tolerating the Taoist heart, he won't be dusty. Thinking of this, Duanmu Wan's face turned cold, and she was about to teach Ning Shaoyan a lesson.

Before Duanmu Wan could make a move, Ning Chongshan's figure suddenly flashed and blocked in front of Duanmu Wan.

The next moment, Ning Shaoyan's Adam's apple was cold, cold sweat flowed down instantly, and before he knew it, the nail tip of the cane in Ning Chongshan's hand had already touched his Adam's apple.

Ning Chongshan's gaze was as calm as water, and there was no trace of emotion in his deep eyes, and he said to Ning Shaoyan without emotion: "It seems that our second young man can't even compare to a waste person." ”

Ning Shaoyan's face froze, and he wanted to say something, but the tip of the cane poked forward, forcing him to be speechless.

"Remember, in the Ning family, even if the son-in-law is not allowed to discriminate against the concubine, this is the rule set by the ancestors, although I have abolished the cultivation now, but after all, I am still the elder of the Ning family, next time if I find out that you are to Wan'er, no!

Ning Shaoyan only felt that the tip of the nail had pierced his skin, so he didn't dare to move, so he could only freeze in place, motionless.

Ning Chongshan put away his cane, raised his chin slightly, and said calmly: "Get out!"

Ning Shaoyan's hand was tightly gripping the folding fan, the fan bone had been pinched out of shape by him, and Ning Shaoyan smiled angrily in humiliation: "Good, good, good!

After finishing speaking, Ning Shaoyan hurriedly bowed, and said with a smile: "Third Elder, Third Elder's wife." Shaoyan retired. ”

Seeing Ning Shaoyan turn around, Duanmu Wan said softly, "Second Brother Ning." ”

Ning Shaoyan turned his head stiffly, Duanmuwan snuggled in Ning Chongshan's arms like a human, looked at Ning Shaoyan and said disdainfully: "I remember that you just said, 'After I separate from you'? Please don't mention this matter again in the future, if I remember correctly, it seems that it was the time when you proposed to my father and was turned away, right? This matter is well known to everyone in Zhenjiang Mansion, please don't take this matter for yourself again in the future." ”

Ning Shaoyan's fists hidden in his sleeve robe were clenched, and his nails had already been deeply cut into flesh, but his voice sounded calm, and he smiled more and more respectfully: "Shaoyan knows, does the third lady have anything else to say to Shaoyan?"

Duanmu nodded towards Ning Shaoyan and said, "Second Brother Ning, please take care of yourself." ”

Ning Shaoyan turned his head, held a hand behind his back, and walked out into the distance.

Seeing Ning Shaoyan leave, Ning Chongshan suddenly couldn't hold his body and coughed violently again. Duanmu Wan looked at Ning Chongshan worriedly and asked, "How are you, Chongshan?"

Ning Chongshan hunched his waist and raised his hand to swing towards Duanmu Wan, signaling that she was fine.

Duanmu Wan knew that Ning Chongshan didn't like to say things that blamed herself, so she just glanced at Ning Chongshan apologetically.

Ning Chongshan listened to the sound of splitting water gradually slowing down, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ning Shi in the distance.

The little guy who originally held the sword with one hand was obviously a little physically exhausted, but now not only has it become a two-handed sword, but the frequency of splitting is much lower, but even so, the little guy still didn't stop, even if he couldn't split, he didn't put the wooden sword on the ground. Instead, he held it up, caught his breath for a while, and then split it again.