Martial Arts: My Proficiency Panel

Epilogue·Children

My name is Li Muxiu, the daughter of Zhao Ning and Li Xiuxiu.

Or maybe I should be called Zhao Muxiu, and my father is the famous God of Martial Arts Zhao Ning.

It's ridiculous to say that I, who knew my father's true identity, was already the saint of Guiyuanmen at that time.

The current head is Li Yu (Li Jiner changed his name), a female head who single-handedly made the Guiyuan Sect prosperous again and occupied the vast sea area, but back then, he, my father, was just an abandoned son.

Who would have thought that such a strong woman would fall in love with him, and his daughter is the saint of Guiyuan, the future supreme?

In the first ten years of my life, I could see my mother telling the story of meeting and staying with my father with emotion in her eyes every day.

On thousands, hundreds, or even tens of thousands of nights when my father was away, I could always see my mother’s frowning in her sleep. My mother was a very childlike person. She often joked with me again after she got angry. .

I often see my mother always getting up early on the first day of each month to cook the dishes that my father and I like, and always leaning against the door to wait for my father after the dishes are finished, and she will not serve until the sky is dark. , looking lonely.

So when I was young, I always looked forward to my father's return, because when my father came, my mother would not be sad, and I would be happy.

Whenever my father came, my mother would always be happy for a long time, and my father's beautiful eyes were full of pampering and love.

I still remember that one day I sneaked up to their room and saw that their lights were still on, so I looked in through the slightly open door.

I saw my mother leaning on my father's arms, babbling about the illness I had a few days ago, but the delicate and innocent appearance full of friendship was not at all in line with the coquettish and sharp that I described in private.

And there was a hint of guilt in my father's eyes. The usually clear and clear eyes were a little more complicated, but I noticed that his arms around my mother were also a little tighter.

Perhaps my father felt guilty towards me, or maybe it was because I was one of the few daughters in his fate.

I once heard that there were more than ten descendants of Tong Wuqi Dao's father and grandchildren by chance, among them there were only three daughters, his wife Zhao Chaoci gave birth to five sons, and eight descendants from the other concubines, and now four of them have passed away. One woman is now exhausted, and the rest are all men.

So my father cherishes me very much.

Every time, the first thing my father does after dinner is to find me, or to talk about the family, or to teach homework - does the father not want his daughters to go before him one by one?

I was born unworthy of my mother, but I am more handsome and beautiful than my mother, but now I think about it, but I am secretly lucky that my face has never been seen by those who saw my father's true face back then, otherwise my father's identity would not be hidden .

Because my father's true face is extremely beautiful and perfect like a god, I was born like my father, so whenever my father went to find me first, my mother would always be offended, and secretly said, "Isn't this daughter really the lover of your previous life?" ?”, causing my father and I to look at each other speechlessly, but we both saw helplessness and pampering in each other’s eyes.

The days passed like this day by day, and in a blink of an eye, another few years flew by like quicksand.

Thanks to my father's guidance and the talent I inherited from my mother, my cultivation has already achieved a small amount.

At the same time, the election of the saintess of Guiyuanmen began——

On the eve of my departure, my father came in a hurry. I saw a trace of imperceptible fatigue in his beautiful eyes. He handed me a dozen pills and a lot of silver—although he didn’t say anything. , but I know that he will never let me go, otherwise why bother to search for this extremely rare rare panacea for me, and it will only increase my lifespan.

I actually know that my father loves my mother, which is evident from my name.

Muxiu Muxiu, Zhao Ning loves Li Xiuxiu.

My surname is Li, just because my father gave the surname Li to my mother. This husband who will spend the rest of her life with her is the only one for each other.

Not Zhao Muxiu——Behind the name Zhao Ning is an inexplicable grievance, and only by changing his name and surname can he be the husband of Li Xiuxiu alone, and the father of Li Muxiu alone.

Since her father abdicated, her main wife has become the second empress after Wu Zetian. She is extremely domineering and well versed in the emperor's mind. If she were to know about her mother, she would definitely kill her.

Fortunately, my father protected us well until I grew up and my mother enjoyed her old age.

After arriving at Guiyuan Gate, the strange trick my father gave me was fortunately useful. After a lot of competition, I finally reached the final.

In that majestic and majestic hall, I saw an extremely beautiful woman. Her hair color was flamboyant red, which did not match her cold demeanor at all. She wore a Rakshasa mask on her fair and beautiful face. But it doesn't affect her beauty at all.

The coercion around her is very strong, and she is sitting casually on the high seat of the Zijin Hall at this time. I only found out later that she was Li Yun—the Li Jiner who was rumored to be close friends with my father.

At this time, only me and another saint woman who is not inferior to me in skills, beauty and talent are left. I couldn't help but feel nervous—becoming a holy woman admired by all, or becoming a handmaiden to be slaughtered, now it's only a matter of decision by the people present.

Just when I was thinking wildly in my heart, a voice like an orchid in the empty valley came from above: "You just raise your head, and let this deity see the rising beauties in this world."

There was no fluctuation in the voice, as if everything in the world could not attract her attention.

At that time, I only felt that her posture was really familiar, like a person, but I couldn't remember it, but now, it looks like my father.

What a sarcasm.

I raised my head as I said, and looked ahead, not daring to look directly at Zaoci.

"!! How?!" An unbelievable voice echoed in the vast hall, as if the calm and cold beauty just now had never disappeared.

I wondered why she reacted like that. The person in the seat immediately returned to being indifferent: "No, you are not him, he should just want to leave immediately, why come here?"

I was confused, but when I was thinking to myself, I felt an invisible internal force lift me up, and I heard her say: "You...what's your name?"

Now that I think about it, I'm afraid that what she really wants to ask is 'what is your relationship with Zhao Ning, and why do you resemble him so much'.

But I didn't think too much about it at that time, I just replied respectfully: "Return to the lord, I am Li Muxiu."

After finishing the sentence, I only felt that the probe that penetrated into my body just now was put away, but the light in the man's beautiful eyes dimmed, and it seemed to be self-deprecating: "... that's true. With his blood as a The worst character, let alone me...he should be ruthless, how could he befriend outsiders, and even give birth to heirs?"

Now that I think about it, I feel sad for Li Zunzhu.

Later, I was undoubtedly chosen as a saint because of this face similar to my father's real face.

Later I asked why, and he said, no wonder I liked you very much at that time, because you looked like an old friend.

A hundred years later, when I stepped into the position of head of the sect, my mother passed away a few years ago, and she walked peacefully in my father's arms, loving my father deeply without regret.

The father will also retire after the mother is gone. Some say he is dead, and some say he has broken into nothingness. In short, no one knows.

As for the former head of the sect, she always wore it quietly in a mountain villa, reading books and admiring flowers when she had nothing to do, which was quite elegant.

Because she treats me very well, and often teaches me martial arts and the principles of life, maybe it's just because of my father's skin.

At this time, I will think about what will happen to me in the future.

But needless to say, this world is already big enough, and it can always hold the concerns of thousands of people.