After Xu Zhenlei finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the house. At this moment, Xu Jian said, "Do you say that I have surpassed you in martial arts now?"
Xu Zhenlei was surprised to hear Xu Jian actually speak. He turned to look at Xu Jian and then said happily, "Sword, you finally spoke. Did you forgive Dad? Yes, your swordsmanship has surpassed dad’s. I thought that dad didn’t master Xu Jiaqi’s bird swordsmanship until he was in his thirties. I didn’t expect you to practice it at the age of twenty-one and be even better than your dad and me. You really are our Xu Jiaao. "
Xu Jian didn’t answer his words and asked calmly, "Do you know what day it is today?"
Xu Zhenlei was puzzled by Xu Jian’s question, but he couldn’t remember what day it was today, so he asked, "What day is it today?"
Xu Jian said, "Today is the third anniversary of Qing Er’s death."
Xu Zhenlei’s face twitched, and his face suddenly became ugly. His eyes looked straight at Xu Jian and said, "So what? Haven’t you forgotten that wild girl?"
Xu Jian said indifferently, "I promised her that I would always remember her in my life. How could I forget?"
Xu Zhenlei said angrily, "So what?" After saying this sentence, Xu Zhenlei regretted it because he saw the murderous look in Xu Jian’s eyes.
Xu Jian said coldly in the face of Xu Zhenlei’s body, "Revenge for her."
Xu Zhilan stared at the bodies of her mother and two sisters. She never believed that her brother would do such a thing. Seeing a sharp knife inserted in her chest, she asked painfully, "What?"
Xu Jian said with an expression, "I want to leave here for a strange place and spend half my life with me in Qing Er, but if you are all alive, every time I think of Qing Er, I will think of all of you. Killing you will make Qing Er my only memory."
The mysterious and rich Xu Jiahao’s house disappeared into people’s sight after a fire. No one of the thirteen Xu family members left alive except the young master Xu Jian, and Xu Jian disappeared from then on. The fire burned everything beyond the hands of the government, which became a mystery and gradually faded out of people’s memory.
Chapter 39 Fate comes, fate goes, and people take it from themselves (5)
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Looking at Xu Jian’s back from the house, although he looks like he is in his thirties, his appearance can hide his old heart and loneliness. Song Zhiqian suddenly feels sorry for him. A beloved woman can kill her family by herself. What kind of love is this? Maybe everyone has a measure of love.
After a few days together, Song Zhiqian found that Xu Jian became more and more prosperous. He often told some anecdotes and strange things he met to relieve her boredom. After more than half a month of cultivation, Song Zhiqian gradually recovered his physical strength and occasionally went out to exercise.
When she walked out of the door, she found that Xu Jian’s residence turned out to be a platform in a mountain with several wooden huts. In front of the platform was a bottomless abyss, and behind the house was a cliff about ten feet high. A winding stone step went straight to the top of the mountain.
I walked out of the house for the first time. Song Zhiqian took a deep breath of the fresh air in the mountains. A few birdsongs set off the valley more quietly. Looking at her beautiful and quiet silhouette, Xu Jian was in a trance and saw Xue Xiaoqing from the gap until Song Zhiqian turned his head and found him. Xu Jiancai turned his head to the front in embarrassment.
The two men were silent for a long time. Song Zhiqian suddenly remembered one thing and asked Xu Jiandao, "There is one thing that I wonder how you and the masked man met?"
Xu Jian said lightly, "You want to know that our business is to defeat him."
Song Zhiqian really thinks so. This mysterious masked man is not only unfathomable in martial arts, but even who this man really is has not been understood today, which is quite unfavorable to her own side. She wants to take this opportunity to make a gap from Xu Jian.
Xu Jian saw that Song Zhiqian didn’t answer and didn’t care, and then said, "Actually, I told you that we haven’t known each other for more than twenty years."
Song Zhiqian hurriedly asked, "Have you seen him? Is he in his sixties? He’s tall and handsome. "
Xu Jian shook his head and said, "No, he was a mask from the first time I saw him. I don’t know what he looks like today."
Song Zhiqian then asked, "What’s his name?"
Xu Jian gave a wry smile and said, "I don’t know this is funny. I’ve known him for so many years and I don’t even know his name."
Song Zhiqian didn’t expect that even Xu Jian didn’t know the details of the masked man. After thinking about it, he asked, "Then why do you want to help him?"
Xu Jian was silent for a while before he said to himself, "Yes, what should I do to help him? It’s like nothing. It’s better to have something to do than to be alone and not know what to do. "
Song Zhiqian then asked, "Don’t you want to be an emperor like him or a king who will dominate the party in the future?"
Xu Jian shook his head. "Do you think I will be interested in that? I’m only interested in killing people. Otherwise, what did I practice so high martial arts? Maybe it’s because God arranged for me to meet him. I’ll kill whoever he told me to kill and never ask anything. That’s the real reason why I’m with him, and he needs people like me. It’s fair that he eliminates dissidents. "
Song Zhiqian asked with some incomprehension, "Did you ever think that if he became emperor, there would be chaos?"? Or in the end he killed you, too. Didn’t it ever occur to you? "
Xu Jian suddenly laughed. "What’s wrong with chaos and me? It’s nothing if he wants to kill me. Anyway, everyone just practices martial arts to kill people, otherwise it will take so much energy and time to practice it."
Song Zhiqian didn’t expect Xu Jian to be so extreme that it didn’t make sense to know and talk to him more. He turned around and went back to the room.
Xu Jian is still watching the rising sun in the distance at the edge of the cliff, staring at the sun for a long time. Xu Jian’s eyes are getting more and more dazzling as the sun rises. He finally can’t resist the strong light and closes his eyes, which are stung by the sun, and staggered to his room.
Song Zhiqian’s health has finally recovered, but she is no different from an ordinary person now. Thinking about how to deal with the masked man in the future, Song Zhiqian seems a little depressed.
Xu Jian took good care of Song Zhiqian during this period, but he was more and more disappointed when he saw her recover. He knew that Song Zhiqian would definitely leave here after she got well, and that meeting again would be like fire and water. He really couldn’t imagine that he should face him and make a decision that he couldn’t even imagine.
When Song Zhiqian heard that Xu Jian said that he would give himself his skill and Xu Jiaqi’s poultry sword department, she was also shocked. She didn’t know that Xu Jian suddenly had such an idea and stared at him for a long time before asking, "Why are you doing this?"
Xu Jianxiao smiled and said, "Because martial arts is so bad for me, you know, when I saw you, it seemed that Qing Er came back to me. At the beginning, martial arts was forced by my father. I didn’t want any martial arts. If I wasn’t born in the Xu family, maybe there wouldn’t be such a tragedy. It took me at least ten years to practice the Seven Birds Sword, and I was able to teach you all the kung fu skills and swordsmanship, so I realized it by yourself."
Song Zhiqian didn’t know how to respond to him. She didn’t expect Xu Jian to make such a decision. If she accepted each other’s kindness, Xu Jian wouldn’t become her master. Then she should face it and say that she still has to look for marks. He must be very sad to be smuggled here by Xu Jian. Besides, she misses him very much and doesn’t know what will happen if he can’t find herself.
Looking at Song Zhiqian’s indecision, Xu Jian went on to say, "Don’t worry. In fact, I want to give you martial arts roots. I have no intention to be your master. I am … Maybe I want your heart to see your heart just like I see Qing Er’s heart. I want to ask you to give me this opportunity."
When Song Zhiqian saw that Xu Jian was eager to look at herself, she wondered what it meant for Xu Jian, who had lived in memories all his life, to appear by herself. Finally, she decided to accept Xu Jian’s kindness.
However, when Xu Jian gave Song Zhiqian the skill of swordsmanship and skill of mind, he found something that made him believe. It turned out that it was less than a month before Song Zhiqian learned Xu Jian’s skill of mind and skill of sword, and it took him more than 20 years to practice seven birds’ swords.
This makes Xu Jianfa understand that he really can’t figure out that Song Zhiqian can achieve mastery through a comprehensive study so quickly. Facing Song Zhiqian’s control of seven flying swords, he stayed on the spot with ease.
Song Zhiqian didn’t expect that she would soon be able to control seven flying swords. She was still the root of seven birds’ swords. She didn’t know that she had learned seven birds’ swords. After seeing Xu Jian stupefied, Song Zhiqian stopped her skill and went to Xu Jian and asked, "What’s wrong with my practice?"
Xu Jian was just thinking about her heart when she asked. She shook her head and said, "It’s good to practice without you. I don’t know that you can practice in a month, but it takes us decades. Is it because your qualifications are too good?"
Song Zhiqian was surprised and asked, "You mean I’ve got it? Impossible. I’ve only been practicing for a month. How can …? "
All day, Xu Jian frowned and thought carefully about why. Finally, he had to face the fact that Xu Jiaqi’s bird sword was more suitable for women.
When the idea appeared in Xu Jian’s mind, even he couldn’t believe that his father Xu Zhenlei had forced himself to learn the Seven Birds Sword all his life, but he never gave the essence of the Seven Birds Sword to his three sisters. This may be fate.
Song Zhiqian couldn’t believe it when he came to this conclusion, so he asked, "There is a martial art in the world that is created by women, but Xu Jiaren has always been a man or a woman."
Xu Jian also thought about this question for a long time. In the end, a little childhood memory made him guess something.