Chapter 269 Opportunity
"When you disappeared in the Northern Territory, everyone thought you died together with the evil spirit of the God of Eater, but no one knew that you were because of a woman."
Yan Zhou paused and said, "Master, he feels very guilty about what happened back then."
Qin Jian'an shook his head: "It has nothing to do with him. After so many years, I have figured it out.
At the beginning, I only blamed myself for not being with her. "
The woman they mentioned was naturally Qin Feng's mother.
Eighteen years ago, demons and ghosts rioted in the four regions of Daqian, and the Garuda tribe showed its fangs.
For a time, the army was in chaos, bones were exposed in the wild, and there was no rooster crowing for thousands of miles!
At that time, Qin Feng had just been born, and his mother was in need of care. However, a monstrous ferocious beast appeared in the Northern Territory and devoured all living creatures within a hundred miles in one night!
Qin Jian'an, as the commander of the Northern Territory, naturally cannot sit idly by and take orders in the face of danger.
A great war turned the world upside down, turning hundreds of miles of land into ruins, with no sign of life.
Although he won, it was a miserable victory. How powerful were the demons and ghosts who participated in the Night of Divine Food?
And the one that invaded the Northern Territory is the best among them!
He survived by luck, gained a deeper understanding from the battle, and gained further strength.
However, when he returned to Fengtian City, he was struck by a thunderbolt from the blue, which shocked him to the core!
Qin Feng’s mother is dead!
It’s just that demons and ghosts appeared all over the four regions at the same time, but there was actually a demon as powerful as the ancient gods and demons that invaded Fengtian City!
Although the demon ghost was defeated by the God-Suppressing Siyu, half of its body was broken, and fled Fengtian City, Qin Feng's mother slept forever in a temple.
She originally wanted to pray for Qin Jianan and hoped that the latter would return safely.
But things are unpredictable. Qin Jianan came back alive, but she left.
It was also from that moment on that Father Qin gave up his identity as the commander of the Northern Territory and only wanted to protect his family.
"That demon ghost appeared in the Southern Territory after being repelled by the master." Yan Zhou said calmly.
"I know." Qin Jianan replied.
He would leave Jinyang City from time to time. On the surface, he was going out to do business, but secretly, he was also tracking the whereabouts of the demon who was as powerful as a god.
But after so many years of searching, I found nothing.
Fortunately, this time because I was worried about my daughter-in-law, I came to Wanjian Sect and found some clues.
It's been a long time since the two of them chatted together like this. They recalled the days when they learned martial arts together under their master.
Reminiscing about the years when the dragons in the south and the ghosts in the north guarded the northern and southern regions.
But they also understand that those days are gone forever.
Some things only become more cherished when they are lost.
"You won't blame me if I let your son join the Demon Slayer Division, right?" Yan Zhou suddenly said.
"This is his own choice." Qin Jianan replied calmly.
"Then again, when will you tell them your true identity? You can't hide it forever."
When Qin Jian'an heard this, he showed a slightly confused look. He took the wine bottle from Yan Zhou, drank it up, and then wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth.
If your identity is exposed, unnecessary trouble will inevitably follow.
Now that Feng'er and An'er don't have enough ability to protect themselves, he, as a father, is naturally worried.
"There will be a day, but not now."
"Li Xiuzhu didn't agree." Yue Hexuan sighed to the old man Baili in the ancient pavilion.
"As expected, these inherited families are very old-fashioned and stubborn. It is not easy to make them change." The old man said casually.
"What should we do? Only we, Wanjian Sect and Sword Emperor City, claim to teach martial arts to others?"
This matter has been planned for many years. Now that the Huarong Road in the Southern Territory has been established and demons and ghosts are rioting everywhere, it is the best time to implement it. Yue Hexuan naturally does not want to miss it.
Every time he saw those deceased classmates on the stone tablet, he would feel sad.
If there were more high-quality warriors in the world, unnecessary sacrifices would inevitably be reduced.
This is what he expected to see.
"If you want to change the minds of the world, one of the three great swordsmen is indispensable." Old Man Baili shook his head.
"But Li Xiuzhu is a stickler. When I went to see him this morning, he even sent the elder of the Li family to send me away and refused to meet with me.
It was obvious that he had eaten the weight and became determined. Yue Hexuan frowned.
The old man shook the wine glass in his hand: "Since ancient times, Bingwu has paid more attention to raising swords in sword boxes and handling swords than improving his cultivation.
Although this makes their sword-wielding skills unparalleled in the world, their lack of strength often causes their disciples to be seriously injured by the sword energy when practicing sword-wielding. "
Yue Hexuan didn't understand what it meant: "If you gain something, you must give something up. The shortcomings of Bingwu Lijia martial arts are not a secret. Why do you suddenly say this?"
The old man smiled and said: "If I remember correctly, the elder who came with Xiuzhu from Lijia this time was injured by sword energy when he was young.
The meridians of three fingers on the right hand are completely broken, and there is no chance to enter the third level realm in this life.
You think, if someone helped him heal his meridian injury and then used this as an opportunity to talk to Li Xiuzhu again, would the chance be greater? "
When Yue Hexuan heard this, a golden light appeared in his eyes.
The eldest elder of Lijia is very senior in the family. He is Li Xiuzhu's uncle, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the fourth level of Shenwu.
But because the meridians in his fingers were damaged and the energy could not penetrate the whole body, it would be impossible for him to enter the third level in this life.
If someone can cure his injury, it must be a big favor for Lijia.
Just like a few years ago, someone in the royal family wanted to get in touch with Bingwu Lijia, and brought the imperial doctor to Lijia to treat the damaged meridians of the elder, but returned in vain.
"You mean to let that kid..." Yue Hexuan obviously figured out something.
The old man showed a meaningful smile and did not answer.
On the other side, Bingwu Lijia's resting place.
The elder of Lijia, wearing a long robe and with white temples, said: "Although Yue Hexuan was sent away, he threatened to come to you again.
It seems that he really wants to promote the three great sword masters to teach martial arts to the outside world and break the situation where the sects and aristocratic families cherish their own things."
Li Xiuzhu looked out the window and replied lightly: "The ideas since ancient times are not so easy to change."
The elder nodded slightly.
At this time, Li Xiuzhu noticed the bandage wrapped around the elder's right hand and asked with concern: "Does it still hurt when you fly the sword now?"
The elder did not deny: "After so many years, I have long been used to it."
He seemed to have thought of something, and after hesitating for a moment, he still said: "In fact, although Bingwu Lijia's practice method can exert a combat power far beyond others at the same level, the way of focusing on sword training and flying the sword instead of focusing on cultivation is too harmful to young disciples.
If you can learn the practice method of Wanjian Sect, then..."
"Elder!" Li Xiuzhu shouted softly.
"I spoke out of turn." The elder sighed, clasped his fists and left.
Li Xiuzhu looked at the back of the figure going away, and after a long time, he also sighed.
The elder's situation is not an isolated case. In Bingwu Lijia, there are countless geniuses who suffered from the backlash of sword energy when they were young and fell ill.
Since ancient times, many people in the family have tried to change their practice methods, but how easy is it?