Before it got dark, a meteor suddenly fell from the western sky. Chu Cangming stood up from the tree stump, staring at the west with fixed eyebrows.
"You guys, come here." He didn't turn his head and shouted in a low voice.
Chu Cangming and Leng Ya were already drenched in sweat, when they heard the shout, they all jumped away and came over. While wiping the sweat off his face, Chu Jingtian complained to Leng Ya in a low voice as a routine. Leng Ya didn't say a word, his eyebrows were fixed. This place, he came to the right. In just one and a half months, he felt that he had made great progress. Although Chu Cangming is a sword god, he doesn't only know how to teach swords. What Chu Jingtian practiced was the powerful "Sword God Art" that combined sword glow, sword energy, and sword formation, and he... Chu Cangming told him that he didn't need moves, and moves would kill his talent instead. All he needs is fast, accurate, and ruthless, he can kill with one blow, and he can hurt whoever he wants, wherever he wants.
Although there were only three simple words, it allowed him to find the right direction, and he also knew the heavy weight of these three words.
The two stood side by side beside the old man, looking at him suspiciously. The old man turned his gaze, paused on Leng Ya's face, and said: "My old friend is dead, I'm sleepy... You guys should also go to rest earlier."
"Old friend?" Chu Jingtian scratched his head, wondering: "Does grandpa have old friends? Strange, grandpa, you have never left here, how do you know that some old friend died?"
The old man sighed desolately, as if lamenting the impermanence of the world: "The wind is rising to the sun, and he is dead."
Leng Ya froze all over.
"Oh! Feng Chaoyang? Ah? Feng Chaoyang!?" The nervous Chu Jingtian was stunned for a while before he suddenly realized, and subconsciously looked at Leng Ya beside him. But seeing that his face was normal, he didn't have any reaction at all.
Chu Jingtian rubbed his nose, and said secretly: "A lunatic is a lunatic, and my father doesn't have a decent reaction when he dies... After all, his father is about the same age as my grandfather, and he is still an old friend. Isn't my generation younger than him?" For a lifetime, not good... not good!"
"Go and rest, don't disturb me." The old man waved his hand feebly.
"That grandpa, Feng Chaoyang... No, he is as powerful as Senior God of War, who is so powerful and can defeat him?" Chu Jingtian couldn't help asking curiously.
As if Chu Cangming didn't hear what he was saying, he sat down, closed his eyes, and lost his breath in a blink of an eye. This tree stump is where he sleeps every day. And this is also a way of his practice. Unlike Feng Chaoyang, who is dedicated to guarding the Feng family, the sword god who has not been exposed for more than ten years has never stopped practicing. No one knows how strong he is now, not even himself. Because he hasn't really made a serious shot for too long.
Leng Ya also turned and left, and returned to her own small thatched hut... That thatched hut was the place where Ye Wuchen and Ningxue lived before, and it still had the same wet ground and hard wooden bed.
The self-defeating Chu Jingtian had no choice but to go back to his room resentfully, and lay down on the hard bed. His whole body was so comfortable that he almost flew up. Not long after he closed his eyes, he fell asleep with a "huh". Under the persecution of his grandfather and the drive to leave here early, he practiced sword hard every day, and sleeping was his greatest enjoyment.
In the middle of the night, Chu Jingtian, who was dreaming of wandering the outside world, making friends from all over the world, being a hero and being admired by others, was awakened by the urge to urinate. He half-opened his eyes, muttered something vaguely, and stood up slowly go outside.
Walking out of the thatched hut, a few steps forward, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, his mind immediately became clear, and he opened his eyes wide to look at that person. With the help of the dim moonlight, he could clearly see that this person was Leng Ya. At this time, he was holding a long wooden sign in his hand, whispering something softly in his mouth, and he was distracted, but he didn't notice the approach of outsiders.
Chu Jingtian became curious, and tiptoely hid behind a big tree, listening attentively to what he was saying.
"...you are called the god of war, and everyone calls you a god, but you are only a person after all, and you will die one day. When you were three years old, your parents were killed and you knelt on the street. Starved to death. At that time, the emperor of Dafeng Country happened to pass by, felt compassion, and sent someone to help you bury your parents—that is, my grandparents, and gave you a full meal, so you swear to God at the age of three I will definitely swear to the death to repay my kindness, and I will become the most powerful person in the world to protect my benefactor."
"At that time, Emperor Gale just laughed it off, but later, you, who became the god of war and the most powerful person in the world, took the initiative to find the Feng family and vowed to protect the Feng family for the rest of your life. You did it, and you valued your promises, righteousness and love... But in this love, only family affection is weak."
Chu Jingtian had never heard Leng Ya say so many words at once, and it was the first time he heard that Feng Chaoyang had such a past, so he was stunned for a moment. Leng Ya also continued to confide, without noticing his existence.
"When you were 40 years old, because of a bet that you would have descendants, you fell into Xuenv's 'obsessed with jade', and you couldn't crack it, so you had to rape my poor mother who didn't know it at all, and because of this, you were born. But because of me, you lost your bet because you have descendants... "
"You are ashamed, but you never look at my mother directly, and you never look at me directly. When I was ten years old, you 'saw something you shouldn't have seen' because of my mother. She blinded her eyes and forced her to leave. Since then, my resentment towards you has been getting stronger day by day. No one knows that I practice desperately just to defeat you and fight for my mother. But I That stupid mother never hated you, and even ignored your drive away, struggling to stay by your side without a name or reason, hoping that you would change your mind..."
Leng Ya let out a long sigh, looking at the wooden sign he had cut in his hand: "I hate you very much, I have always hated you, what I hate is not your indifference to me, but your treatment of my mother like this. I have always known that you So this is not because you have lost your humanity, but because you are too committed, you just want to protect the Great Wind Country, and you don’t want to have any other concerns. I scold you, you just avoid, I hit you, cut you with a knife, you And I will never fight back. I stole your Broken Wind Blade, but you obviously found out, but you pretended not to know. Although you hid it well, I can feel the pain and guilt from your eyes... I know , I always knew that you didn't regard my mother as your wife, but you regarded me as your son."
Leng Ya suddenly knelt down, kneeling heavily so that his knees sank deeply into the mud. He stretched out his hands, paved the cold ground, and buried the wooden sign engraved with the words "Father: Feng Zhaoyang" into the soil: "...Even if you don't regard me as your son, you... are still my father after all." .Actually... You must not know that although I hate you and hate you for treating my mother like this, why am I not proud of having a father like you. Now you are dead, forever dead, you have no enemies in your life, even if you die , must have died for Dafeng Nation, and died for my own promise, so there should be no regrets. So... I, as a son, will not avenge you, no matter who kills you, I will not do it for you Revenge, because that will only trample on the pride that belongs to your god of war. The last thing I can do for you is to send you off, because... I am your only son, your only relative... "
He is God of War's only relative, the only person who can send him off... and his mother is not his father's wife.
"Mother's eyesight has recovered. She is now in Tianlong City. She has no worries about food and clothing. She no longer has to live a life of food and drink with me. I already understand where I should go and what I should do in the future. You... don't worry." Go. Your whole life is doomed to be lonely because of a promise, and I hope that in the next life, you can live for yourself, your loved ones, and those around you."
Leng Ya scraped the soil with his hands, buried the wooden sign in it, bowed his head and said: "I am the son of the God of War, I will not lose face for the God of War, my goal is to surpass you...to surpass you at all costs."
Chu Jingtian has been listening there quietly. At this moment, he began to understand Leng Ya again. He usually has a cold face and rarely speaks, as if he has no feelings. The whole world is his enemy. Only now did he know that his character was developed in the indifference of family affection and complex hatred. It's not that he is ruthless, but that he has closed the other side of himself very early and faced the world with indifference. He wants to be a wolf, but he is destined not to be a real wolf, but a living person with feelings.
He hates his father, and in the deepest part of his heart, he admires his god-like father, and yearns for fatherly love. When the longing turns into disappointment, and then gradually begins to turn into despair, he closes his feelings, and with hatred, takes his mother far away. Today, his father died, and he finally confided his heart to the dead him. Today was the last time he called "Father". After today, he would only appear in his memory and become the goal and reason for him to become stronger.
Leng Ya kowtowed heavily on the ground three times, this was the first time he kowtowed to his father, and it was also the last time. When he stood up from the ground, his eyes turned from sluggish to cold and awake as usual. Suddenly, his ears twitched, he turned sideways abruptly, his feet staggered, his hands were like eagle claws, and he grabbed the place where Chu Jingtian was hiding.
His mind was wandering before, and he didn't notice Chu Jingtian. When he became the usual cold cliff, he immediately noticed the slight breathing sound behind the big tree.
Knowing that he was discovered, Chu Jingtian quickly jumped out, waved his hands in a panic and said, "It's me, it's me..."
Leng Ya's hand didn't stop, it didn't care who he was, and grabbed his throat directly. Chu Jingtian pointed to the sword, and pushed his hand away with a "wrap" formula, and grabbed his wrist with the other hand, explaining at the fastest speed: "Don't, don't do it, you will disturb Grandpa's sleep!" It’s not good. I know it’s my fault for eavesdropping, but I didn’t mean it. Besides, we’re all friends, so it’s okay to overhear a little bit.”
During this period of getting along, he certainly knows how terrible it is for Leng Ya to go crazy, and the most important thing to do is to stabilize his emotions first.