There is an old house on the edge of Tianhe City. The house is small and a bit dilapidated.
Everyone around knows that a couple and their daughter lived in this old house. The couple is very old, with injuries on their bodies, and they haven't recovered for many years.
The couple has a daughter named Xu Pingan, some of which resemble a man's name, and from the name, the couple must have nothing but to ask for the daughter to be safe and sound.
However, at this moment, there was a battle outside the old house.
A group of people stood proudly above the void, looking indifferently at a wounded woman in front. This woman looked more than 20 years old and was cultivated 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 two elderly people in this old house can 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, dim and dull. Without a trace of power, it is hard to imagine that such a sword can be used in combat.
"Xu Ping'an, can you return what you borrowed from us?" A burly prince has a cold voice. He is middle-aged and has practiced for many years, but he is still a prince. This kind of realm might be good in the mortal world. But in the main city of Tianhe Realm, Tianhe City, he can definitely be regarded as a marginal figure, and he can't make it to the table at all.
After practicing for many years, he was still a prince, unable to break through the hurdle of the sage realm, his mood was not good, and his talent was not good. Now, he has forgotten, only to be able to live well in a corner of the Tianhe realm.
He stared at Xu Ping An, young, beautiful, and talented. He knew the details of the other party, and knew better than many people. If many years ago, a character like Xu Ping would not even have the qualifications to look up to him.
But now, he is holding it in his hand.
"You count me?" Xu Ping'an said coldly.
"What do you mean by calculation, don't you have to return it after you take something?" said the middle-aged Leng Li, Xu Ping'an's eyes were cold, but there was a bit of determination in his eyes.
"If you really can't repay it, then you will pay for it, how about?" The middle-aged said coldly, stepping forward, oppressing Xu Ping'an.
"Fuck." Xu Ping'an's eyes were cold. The middle-aged squinted his eyes slightly when he heard her words, and then waved his hand. The group of people immediately stepped forward and approached Xu Ping'an, the breath of the body enveloped the other party.
"Ping An, give them the sword." At this moment, an old voice came out. Xu Ping'an turned his head and saw two old people walking out. The person who spoke was his father Xu Haoran, his head covered with gray hair and his face was covered with light. The wrinkles seem to be nearly old, and even his eyes are slightly muddy and not so bright.
However, looking at the contours of the old man's face, one can vaguely see the handsomeness when he was young, and even if he is so old, he still has an extraordinary temperament.
"Father." Xu Pingan looked back at his father.
"To them." Xu Haoran said, Xu Ping'an's eyes were a little unwilling.
"The broken sword in her hand?" The middle-aged glanced at the rusty iron sword in Xu Ping's hand, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
"Old guy, who are you bluffing?" Another person said coldly.
"The sword my father left back then, do you want it or not?" The old man said, and the middle-aged pupils shrank slightly when he heard his words and nodded, "Yes."
Moreover, his eyes were staring at the sword, and there was a strong sense of greed in his eyes.
Compared to this sword, what a beauty is worth.
"Ping An, give it to him." The old man said, Xu Ping's arms trembled slightly, but after seeing the look in her father's eyes, she threw the iron sword out, the middle-aged instantly held it and glanced at the sword, although it was somewhat I couldn't see through, but still turned around decisively and said, "Go."
The group of people flashed away quickly, even deliberately avoiding people's sight, but the sword in his hand was reluctant to put it away, still holding it in his hand, as if trying to unlock the mystery of the sword.
"Who?" As they walked into an alley, a dangerous breath suddenly fell. He raised his head and asked. As soon as his voice fell, sword energy passed through his throat, leaving a blood stain, not only him, but also other people. Similarly, the surrounding sword intent cuts the throat directly, like a silk sword.
The group of people opened their eyes wide, their eyes filled with fear and despair, as if they felt the sorrow of the little man again, even if they died, they didn't know how they died.
A figure in a cloth cloth wearing a hat came here, picked up the rusty iron sword, held it firmly with both hands, his expression was solemn, his eyes were a little red, and the hand holding the sword was a little trembling.
In the other direction, Xu Ping'an and his parents returned to the old house. Xu Ping'an looked at her parents and whispered: "Daughter is incompetent."
Xu Haoran turned around, stretched out his old hands, tremblingly stroking Xu Ping’s cheeks, and said, “It’s my father that I’m sorry to you. Back then, I wanted to shed a ray of blood for your grandfather, so before your mother’s injuries completely deteriorated. With you, this was a mistake. It was your father who caused you to suffer."
There was a strong sense of guilt in the old man's eyes, and there was a trace of tears in the corner of his eyes.
"Daddy and mother, why haven't they left for so many years? Will they always stare at us if they get it?" Xu Ping'an said, looking at his parents.
"Peace, many things seem to be accidental, but in fact they are inevitable. We can't escape. Our family has just wanted to survive, and the troubles continue. We can see that we can't get away."
Xu Ping'an bowed his head sadly. Indeed, his family has never gotten out of trouble in these years.
"Why don't you ask his old man?" Xu Ping'an whispered.
"It's useless, they are all people in the urn. If you go to see his old man, it will only be worse." The old man shook his head, his heart ached, watching his daughter feel powerless.
Xu Ping An’s looks and talents are all outstanding. At this age, they should have enjoyed the best years, but they no longer think about how to live.
He was sorry for his daughter.
Xu Ping'an also lowered her head. There was no innocence of other peers in her beautiful eyes. There was only sadness and strength. Sadness she could not change anything and could not protect her father and mother.
"Father, it's okay. No matter what we face, our family is together." Xu Ping'an raised his head and smiled, especially brilliant.
"En." Xu Haoran nodded heavily. He held his daughter and looked up at the sky, with a smile in his eyes.
Despite such a bleak life, if you ask him if he will complain about those things back then, he will not, that is the choice of his father.
"Who?"
At this moment, a cold light flashed in Xu Ping’an’s beautiful eyes. She turned around, and saw a figure stepping into the house. Xu Ping’s face looked a little pale, and she actually walked in. Just discovered.
She turned around, the princely realm on her body bloomed, and a touch of determination flashed in her eyes. It was all like this, still refused to let them go
I saw that I was wearing a cloth and wearing a hat, looking very ordinary, holding a rusty iron sword in his hand, which was the sword given by Xu Ping'an before.
"Who are you?" Xu Ping'an asked.
Taking off the hat in the middle, he looked at Xu Ping'an, his eyes were kind and gentle, and Xu Ping'an showed a strange color. This person did not seem to be malicious.
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 here is surprisingly Qi Xuangang.
He moved his gaze away from Xu Ping'an, and stepped forward directly to the old man, looking at the extremely old face in front of him, full of wrinkles from the vicissitudes of time, and his body was dead.
Qi Xuangang's eyes were red, his hands stretched out and held the old man's shoulders tightly, and he tremblingly shouted in a low voice, "Haoran."
The old man was also trembling slightly, and tears flowed from his muddy eyes, and the old woman beside him was the same, with her head slightly lowered and weeping.
Xu Ping'an watched this scene dumbly.
Who is he
"Uncle Master..." the old man shouted in a trembling voice.
"Uncle Master." The old woman next to her also raised her tearful eyes and shouted.
Tears fell from the corner of Qi Xuangang's eyes, and he thought he would not cry anymore.
Back in those days, the two young people were full of spirits, and they were peerless married couples, but now they are so old that they were abolished and cultivated. How could they be able to withstand the erosion of the years.
"I thought you were all gone, Uncle Master I'm sorry for you." Qi Xuangang stepped forward and gently hugged the old man, only feeling the pain of a heart-wrenching heart.
He was sorry for too many people, too many people fell because of his business.
Although not what he wanted, but because of him.
"Since Uncle Master is alive, why come back?" The old man said, Qi Xuangang looked at him, and then at Xu Ping'an behind him.
"There are some things that are not peaceful." He thought he would stay in Dali all his life, but because of Ye Futian's life trajectory changed, he went to the Supreme Realm.
Now, everything should be let go.
Some things must be done.
"Ping'an, come and meet Uncle Master soon." The old man said to Xu Ping'an, and Xu Ping'an walked to Qi Xuangang. Qi Xuangang looked at her with love in his eyes, but he was also extremely heartbroken.
He thought of Fischer, Fischer’s previous life was extremely bleak, but he did not expect that Xu Ping’an lived a miserable and bleak life here, she was still so young, and she was bearing an unbearable burden.
"Uncle Shi." Xu Ping'an yelled.
Qi Xuangang nodded heavily, he stretched out Xu Ping's hand, put the iron sword in her palm, and whispered: "This is your grandfather's sword. Your grandfather often says that you are only qualified if you wash out the lead. With the sword, your grandfather is very righteous, he is the gentleman of the sword, the first swordsman in the Tianhe realm."
Putting the sword in Xu Ping'an's palm, Qi Xuangang turned to face the sky, knelt on the ground, and bowed his head three times, as if an extraordinary swordsman appeared on the sky.
"Big 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 was humble all his life, but her grandfather was a gentleman of the sword, recognized as a gentleman in the Tianhe world, and the first sword repairman.
Although, she never saw her grandpa!