My wife is a sword god

Chapter 269 Opportunity
"When you disappeared in the Northern Territory, the world thought that you died with the ghost of the God of Cookery, but no one knew that you were because of a woman."

Yan Zhou's voice paused: "Master, he feels very guilty about what happened back then."

Qin Jianan shook his head: "It has nothing to do with him, after all these years, I have figured it out.

At the beginning, I only blamed myself for not being by her side. "

The woman they talked about was naturally Qin Feng's mother.

Eighteen years ago, during the Dagan Four Regions, demons rioted, and the Garuda tribe showed their fangs.

For a time, the soldiers were in chaos, the 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, but a monstrous beast appeared in the Northern Territory, devouring all living creatures within a radius of a hundred miles overnight!

Qin Jian'an, as the commander of the Northern Territory, naturally couldn't just sit idly by, and could only accept orders in the face of danger.

A great battle turned the world upside down, and hundreds of miles of land was turned into ruins, with no vitality.

Although he won, it was a miserable victory. How powerful is the ghost who participated in the night of the gods' food?

And the one that invaded the Northern Territory is the best among them!
He survived by luck, and gained a deeper understanding from the battle, and his strength went further.

However, when he returned to Fengtian City, he was hit by a thunderbolt from the blue sky, shaking his heart to pieces!

Qin Feng's mother is dead!

It's nothing more than ghost disasters appearing in all parts of the four regions at the same time, but there is actually a ghost as powerful as ancient gods and demons, invading Fengtian City!
Although the demon was defeated by Zhenshen Siyu, half of his body was shattered, and he escaped from Fengtian City, Qin Feng's mother slept in a temple forever.

She originally wanted to pray for Qin Jianan, hoping that the latter would return safely
But things were unpredictable, Qin Jianan came back alive, but she left.

It was also from that moment that Father Qin gave up his status as Commander in the Northern Territory, and only wanted to protect his family with all his heart.

"The demon back then, after being repelled by the master, appeared in the southern region." Yan Zhou said lightly.

"I know." Qin Jianan replied.

He would sometimes leave Jinyang City, apparently to go out to do business, but secretly, he was also tracking down the whereabouts of the ghost who was as strong as a god and demon back then.

It's just that after so many years of searching, there is nothing.

But fortunately, this time because I was worried about my daughter-in-law coming to Wanjianzong, I found some clues.
The two hadn't chatted together like this for a long time, and they recalled the days when they were learning martial arts together under their master.

Reminiscing of the years when the ghost heads of the southern sky and the northern dragon guarded the northern and southern domains.

But they also understand that those days are gone forever.

Some things are only cherished more when they are lost.

"I asked your son to join the Demon Slayer Division, you won't blame me, will you?" Yan Zhou said suddenly.

"This is his own choice." Qin Jianan replied lightly.

"Then again, when are you willing to tell them your true identity, you will never be able to hide it for a lifetime."

Hearing this, Qin Jian'an showed a somewhat dazed expression. He took the jug from Yan Zhou, raised his head and drank it all, and then wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth.

Expose your identity, and unnecessary troubles will inevitably follow.

Now that Feng'er and An'er didn't have enough ability to protect themselves, he, as a father, was naturally worried.

"There will be a day, but not now."

"Li Xiuzhu didn't agree." In the ancient pavilion, Yue Hexuan sighed to the old man Baili.

"As expected, these inheritance families are very old-fashioned and stubborn. It is not so easy to change them." The old man said casually.

"Then what should we do, only Wan Jianzong and Sword Emperor City claim to teach martial arts to the outside world?"

This matter has been planned for many years, now that the Huarong Road in the Southern Region is established, and demons and ghosts are rioting everywhere, it is the best time to implement it, and Yue Hexuan naturally does not want to miss it.

Every time he saw those passed away classmates on the stele, he would feel lost.

If there were more high-quality warriors in the world, unnecessary sacrifices would inevitably decrease.

This is what he expected to see.

"If you want to change the minds of the world, the three masters of swordsmanship are indispensable." Baili old man shook his head.

"But Li Xiuzhu is a stickler. When I went to see him this morning, he even sent the elder Li Jia to send me away and refused to meet me.

It is obvious that he has become determined after eating the weight. " Yue Hexuan frowned.

The old man shook the wine glass in his hand: "Since ancient times, Bingwu Lijia has paid more attention to the method of raising the sword in the sword box and controlling the sword than improving the cultivation level.

Although this makes their skills in controlling the sword unparalleled in the world, but their own lack of strength often leads to people under the sect being backlashed by the sword energy and seriously injured when practicing the sword. "

Yue Hexuan didn't understand what it meant: "If you have something to gain, you must give up something. The disadvantages of Bingwu Lijia's martial arts are not some secrets. Why do you suddenly say this?"

The old man smiled and said: "If I remember correctly, the Great Elder who left home with Xiuzhu this time was injured by sword energy when he was young.

The meridians of the three fingers on the right hand are all broken, and there is no chance to step into the third-rank realm in this life.

You said, if someone helped him heal the damage to his meridians, and then use this as an opportunity to re-talk with Li Xiuzhu, wouldn't the chances be greater? "

When Yue Hexuan heard this, a golden light appeared in his eyes.

The Elder Li's family has a very high seniority in the family, he is Li Xiuzhu's uncle, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the fourth rank of Shenwu.

But because the meridians of the fingers are damaged, the energy cannot penetrate the whole body, and it is impossible to step into the third-rank realm in this life.

If someone can heal his injury, it must be a favor from Li Jia.

Just like a few years ago, some members of the royal family wanted to take the line of Bingwu Lijia, and took the imperial doctor to leave home, trying to heal the damage of the Great Elder's meridians, but they returned in vain.

"You mean to make that kid?" Yue Hexuan obviously wanted to understand something.

The old man showed a meaningful smile and didn't answer.

On the other side, the resting place where Bingwu left home.

Wearing a long robe, the great elder Li Jia said, "Although Yue Hexuan was sent away, he threatened to come to look for you again.

It seems that he really wants to help the three masters of kendo to teach martial arts to the outside world, and break the situation where all sects and aristocratic families cherish their own brooms. "

Li Xiuzhu looked out of the window, and replied calmly: "Thinking since ancient times, how can it be so easy to change."

The great elder nodded slightly.

At this moment, Li Xiuzhu noticed the bandage wrapped around the Great Elder's right hand, and asked with concern, "Will it still hurt when you are using the sword now?"

The elder did not deny it: "After so many years, I have already gotten used to it."

He seemed to have thought of something, and after hesitating for a moment, he still said: "Actually, the method of Bingwu Lijia's cultivation, although it can display far superior combat power at the same level, but it is important to cultivate the sword and control the sword. The way of not re-cultivating is too harmful to young children.

If you can learn the practice method of Wan Jianzong, then..."

"Great Elder!" Li Xiuzhu gave a soft shout.

"I made a slip of the tongue." The Great Elder sighed and left with his fists clasped.

Li Xiuzhu looked at the retreating figure, and after a long time, he also sighed.

The situation of the Great Elder is not an exception. In Bingwu Lijia, there are countless geniuses who suffered from the backlash of sword energy when they were young and fell to the root of the disease.

Since ancient times, many people in the family have tried to change the method of practice, but how easy is it?
(End of this chapter)