There is an old house on the edge of Tianhe City. The house is not big and somewhat dilapidated.
Everyone around knew that a couple and their daughter lived in this old house. The couple was very old and had injuries on their bodies that had not recovered for many years.
The couple has a daughter named Xu Ping'an, which is somewhat like a man's name. Judging from the name, the couple must have nothing more than to wish for their daughter to be safe and sound.
However, at this moment, a battle broke out outside the old house.
The group of people stood proudly in the void, looking indifferently at the injured woman in front of them. This woman looked to be in her twenties, and she was in the realm of a prince. Although she was dressed plainly, she still couldn't hide her outstanding appearance. .
It is hard to imagine that the two old people in this old house could give birth to such a beautiful daughter.
However, Xu Ping'an didn't seem to feel well at this time. Her lips were stained red with blood, and her beautiful face was pale, but she still held a sword firmly in her hand, a rusty iron sword, dull and dull. Without a trace of power, it is difficult to imagine that such a sword can be used in combat.
"Xu Ping'an, can you repay the things you borrowed from us?" A burly prince's voice was cold. He looked middle-aged and had been practicing for many years, but he was still a prince. This kind of state might be good in the mortal world. But in Tianhe City, the main city of Tianhe Realm, he can definitely only be regarded as a marginal figure and cannot be on the stage at all.
After practicing for many years, he is still a prince, unable to break through the threshold of the sage realm. His state of mind is not good, and his talent is not good either. Now, he has forgotten everything. He just wants to live well in a corner of the Tianhe Realm.
His eyes were fixed on Xu Pingan, who was young, beautiful, and talented. He knew the other person's details very well, better than many people. If he had a figure like Xu Pingan many years ago, he would not even have the qualifications to look up to him.
But now, he has it in his hands.
"Are you plotting against me?" Xu Pingan said coldly.
"What is calculation? If you take something, don't you have to pay it back?" the middle-aged man said coldly. Xu Pingan's eyes were cold, but there was a bit of perseverance in his eyes.
"If you really can't afford it, how about using one of your own people to repay it?" the middle-aged man said coldly, stepping forward, oppressing Xu Ping'an.
"Get out." Xu Pingan's eyes were cold. The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard her words, and then waved his hands. Suddenly, the group stepped forward and approached Xu Pingan, and the aura of his body enveloped each other.
"Ping An, give them the sword." At this time, an old voice came out. Xu Pingan turned around and saw two old people walking out. The speaker was his father Xu Haoran, with white hair and a face full of The wrinkles look like he is nearly seventy years old, and even his eyes are slightly cloudy and not so bright.
However, looking at the outline of the old man's face, you can vaguely see the handsomeness of his youth, and even though he is so old, he still has an extraordinary temperament.
"Father." Xu Pingan turned back and looked at his father.
"Give it to them." Xu Haoran said, Xu Pingan's eyes were a little unwilling.
"That broken sword in her hand?" The middle-aged man glanced at the rusty iron sword held in Xu Pingan's hand, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
"Old guy, who are you bluffing?" Another person said coldly.
"Do you want the sword my father left behind, or don't you want it?" the old man said. The middle-aged man's pupils shrank slightly when he heard his words, and he nodded: "Yes."
Moreover, his eyes were fixed on the sword, with a strong sense of greed in his eyes.
Compared to this sword, beauty is nothing.
"Ping An, give it to him." The old man said, Xu Ping An's arms trembled slightly, but seeing her father's eyes, she finally threw the iron sword out. The middle-aged man held it in an instant and glanced at the sword. Although there were some He couldn't see clearly, but he turned around decisively and said, "Let's go."
The group of people quickly flashed away, even deliberately avoiding people's sight, but they were reluctant to put away the sword in their hands, still holding it in their hands, as if they wanted to unlock the mystery in the sword.
"Who?" When they walked into an alley, a dangerous aura suddenly came over him. He raised his head and asked. As soon as he finished speaking, a sword energy passed directly through his throat, leaving a trace of blood. Not only him, but also others. Likewise, the surrounding sword intent cuts the throat directly, like a silk sword.
The group of people's eyes were wide open, filled with fear and despair, as if they felt the sorrow of the little people again. Even when they died, they didn't know how they died.
A commoner figure wearing a bamboo hat came over, picked up the rusty iron sword, and held it firmly with both hands. His expression was solemn, his eyes were red, and the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.
In another direction, Xu Pingan and her parents returned to their old house. Xu Pingan looked at her parents and whispered: "My daughter is incompetent."
Xu Haoran turned around, stretched out his old hands, tremblingly touched Xu Pingan's cheeks, and said: "It's my father who is sorry for you. Back then, he wanted to shed a ray of blood for your grandfather, so before your mother's injury completely worsened, It was a mistake to have you, to bring you to this world to suffer, it was your father who harmed you."
There was a strong sense of guilt in the old man's eyes, and there was a trace of tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Mom and dad, why haven't you left after all these years? Will they keep an eye on us forever if they get it?" Xu Pingan looked at his parents and said.
"Peace, many things seem accidental, but in fact they are inevitable. There is no escape. Our family is just trying to survive. The troubles are still constant, so we can't escape."
Xu Pingan lowered his head sadly. Indeed, their family has never been out of trouble in these years.
"Why don't you go and beg him?" Xu Ping'an said in a low voice.
"It's useless, they are all trapped in a jar. If you go to see his old man, it will only be worse." The old man shook his head, his heart ached, and he felt powerless when he saw his daughter.
Xu Pingan has outstanding appearance and talent. At such an age, they should be enjoying the best years, but they are always thinking about how to live.
He felt sorry for his daughter.
Xu Ping'an also lowered her head. There was no innocence in her beautiful eyes like other peers, only sadness and strength. She was sad that she could not change anything and could not protect her father and mother.
"Father, it's okay. No matter what we face, our family will be together." Xu Ping'an raised his head and smiled, which was particularly bright.
"Yes." Xu Haoran nodded heavily. He hugged his daughter and looked up at the sky, with a smile in his eyes.
Although he has such a bleak life, if you ask him if he will complain about those things back then, he won't. That was his father's choice.
"who?"
At this moment, a cold light suddenly flashed in Xu Pingan's beautiful eyes. She turned around and saw a figure walking into the house. Xu Pingan's face looked a little pale, and he actually walked in. Just discovered.
She turned around, the aura of the princely realm bloomed in her body, and a flash of determination flashed in her eyes. Even though it was like this, she still refused to let them go
I saw him wearing civilian clothes and a bamboo hat, looking very ordinary. He was holding a rusty iron sword in his hand, which was the sword Xu Pingan had given away before.
"Who are you?" Xu Pingan asked.
Taking off the bamboo hat in the middle, he looked at Xu Pingan, with kindness and gentleness in his eyes, which made Xu Pingan look strange. This person seemed to have no ill intentions.
The old man Xu Haoran looked at the middle-aged figure. His body was trembling slightly and he wiped his eyes as if he couldn't believe it.
The person who came was surprisingly Qi Xuangang.
He moved his eyes away from Xu Ping'an, and took one step directly to the old man. He looked at the extremely old face in front of him, full of wrinkles from the vicissitudes of time, and his body was already dead.
Qi Xuangang's eyes were red, his hands stretched out to hold the old man's shoulders tightly, and he shouted tremblingly and lowly: "Haoran."
The old man's body was also trembling slightly, and tears actually flowed out of his cloudy eyes. The old woman beside him also lowered her head slightly and shed tears.
Xu Ping'an looked at this scene blankly.
who is he
"Uncle Master..." the old man shouted with a trembling voice.
"Uncle Master." The old woman next to her also raised her tearful eyes and shouted.
Tears fell from the corners of Qi Xuangang's eyes. He thought he would stop crying.
Thinking back to those days, the two young people were high-spirited and a perfect couple. Now, they have become so old and their cultivation has been abandoned. How can they withstand the erosion of time.
"I thought you were all gone. Uncle Master, I'm sorry for you." Qi Xuangang stepped forward and hugged the old man gently, feeling only the pain in his heart.
He was sorry to too many people, and too many people died because of what he did.
Although it was not what he wanted, it happened because of him.
"Since Uncle Master is alive, why do you want to come back?" the old man said. Qi Xuangang looked at him and then at Xu Ping'an behind him.
"There are some things that I feel bad if I don't do them." He originally thought that he would stay in Dali for the rest of his life, but because of Ye Futian, his life path changed and he went to the Supreme Realm.
Now, it's time to let go.
Some things must be done.
"Ping'an, come here and see your uncle." The old man said to Xu Ping'an. Xu Ping'an walked up to Qi Xuangang. Qi Xuangang looked at her with eyes full of love, but also extremely heartbroken.
He thought of Fei Xue. Fei Xue's previous life was extremely bleak. However, he did not expect that Xu Pingan was here, living the same miserable and bleak life. She was still so young and was bearing an unbearable weight.
"Uncle Master." Xu Ping'an shouted.
Qi Xuangang nodded heavily. He stretched out his hand to take Xu Pingan's hand, put the iron sword in her hand back into her palm, and whispered: "This is your grandfather's sword. Your grandfather often said that only when the lead is washed away can you be qualified." With the sword, your grandpa is full of awe and righteousness, he is a gentleman of the sword, the number one swordsman in the Tianhe world."
Placing the sword in Xu Pingan's palm, Qi Xuangang turned to face the sky, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times, as if a peerless swordsman appeared in the sky.
"Elder brother, junior brother is back to see you."
Qi Xuangang's voice was full of sadness, and Xu Ping'an next to him also shed tears when he saw this scene.
She, Xu Ping'an, had a humble life, but her grandfather was a gentleman of swords during his lifetime. He was recognized as the gentleman sword emperor in the Tianhe world and the number one sword cultivator.
Although, she has never glanced at her grandfather!
(End of chapter)