Six years ago. Xinghua Village.
Xie Kanhua drank too much again and lay drowsy on the apricot tree.
Under the apricot tree, the young man in white was still practicing sword-drawing over and over again.
He and the boy have been together for quite a while now. The boy is very much like him when he was young, cheerful, optimistic and very intelligent. Although his adoptive parents did not teach him to read and write in the past years, he can now write very well and has memorized all the ancient poems and elegant lyrics. But sometimes the boy is not like him, such as when he is practicing sword now.
Too clumsy.
Too persistent.
"You've seen my swordsmanship." Xie Kanhua yawned.
"Very impressive." the boy replied.
"But I only asked you to practice sword drawing continuously, and didn't teach you my swordsmanship." Xie Kanhua burped again.
"Master, you must have your reasons." The young man swung his sword again and chopped a falling apricot blossom into pieces.
Xie Kanhua sighed and jumped up from the apricot tree, causing a bunch of apricot blossoms to fall. He took the sword from the boy's hand and waved it gently. All the falling apricot blossoms were instantly annihilated into ashes. He said in a deep voice: "I rank first in sword intent in the sword manual. Do you remember what I told you about sword intent?"
"The sword's intent is to kill." The young man said bitterly.
"Yes, the sword's intention is to kill." Xie Kanhua spread his sleeves, with a carefree demeanor, "But look at me at this moment, do I look like I have the slightest intention to kill?"
The young man looked at Xie Kanhua in front of him with a faint smile on his face. He was dressed in white and looked elegant and scholarly. How could he have seen the murderous heart of a swordsman
"No." The boy shook his head.
"What about now?" Xie Kanhua suddenly pointed his sword at the boy. At that moment, the boy felt that the apricot tree shook slightly. He almost knelt on the ground, but fortunately it was only for a moment. The next moment, Xie Kanhua had already stuck the sword into the ground. He leaned down again and scratched the boy's head. His eyes curved into a crescent shape with a smile. His tone was extremely gentle, "When holding the sword, think more about happy things. Only when you really want to kill someone, then release your murderous intention. In this way, you will be stronger."
"Master, do you also want to kill someone?" the young man asked.
"Yes, there are many." Xie Kanhua withdrew his hand, stood up, and turned his back. "But I can't kill them for the time being. When you grow up, we will go find them and make them pay for what they did."
"Are those people also my enemies?" the young man frowned.
"Yes. Your parents died because of them." Xie Kanhua looked up at the sky, "Some grudges must be avenged one day."
"Is there anyone among those people who has a black birthmark on his forehead, which is very small and not very easy to see, a scar on the back of his left hand, and a mole near his right eye?" the young man asked slowly.
"Who is this person?" Xie Kanhua frowned. The information the boy provided was too specific, but because there were too many details, he couldn't figure out who it was all at once.
"The man who killed Uncle Chen that day." The young man looked down at the sword. "Uncle Chen made the last move and the man was injured, but not dead yet. Later he caught up with us and killed Aunt Qian."
"Uncle Chen, Aunt Qian." Xie Kanhua murmured.
"He is my adoptive father, but he didn't let me call him dad. He asked me to call him Uncle Chen. Aunt Qian is the same. But in my heart, they are my parents. He was not among the few people you killed that day." The young man said in a firm tone.
Xie Kanhua then realized that the boy who seemed to be living a carefree life in Xinghua Village had never forgotten the darkest day of his life. It turned out that he had an imaginary opponent every time he drew his sword. Xie Kanhua smiled and said, "Forget these first and hide them. When that day comes, you can release your murderous intent. At that time, your murderous intent will be the most vicious, and your sword intent will be the strongest."
"Okay." The boy also smiled.
"One day, I may suddenly leave you. When that time comes, you should go find your enemy first. When you finish your work, when we meet again, it will be time for us to finish our work together." Xie Kanhua turned around, "How about it?"
"Okay!" The boy nodded vigorously.
In the dark prison, Xie Kanhua recalled the conversation with Su Baiyi. Since that day, Su Baiyi never mentioned revenge again. Six years have passed in a flash, and it seems as if what happened that year had never happened.
"He should have realized what I told him about our sudden separation." Xie Kanhua took a sip of wine.
"He went to Daze Prefecture." Helian Xiyue said.
"Then he should have met the Confucian sage, and he must know where the immortal books are scattered. Daze Mansion is a place he has to go." Xie Kanhua threw a peanut into his mouth.
"Your daughter is here too." Helian Xiyue said again.
Xie Kanhua's hand paused for a moment, but soon grabbed another peanut and said something meaningful: "It's okay. We'll see each other again."
Helian Xiyue smiled and took a sip of wine.
The man in the depths of Hell also threw the wine jug back: "No one will be seen again for sure. If you want to see someone, go and see them yourself."
Dazefu, the realm of dawn clouds.
Feng Yuhan looked at Su Baiyi, pondered for a long time and asked: "Do you know how much harm this sentence of yours may bring to you?"
Su Baiyi smiled and said, "How many people want to kill me? Most of them want to capture me. What's more, I'm not the only one who has practiced the Immortal Book. I'm sure Sect Master Feng has practiced it too."
"Come with me." Feng Yuhan turned around, opened the secret passage beside the bed and walked down. Su Baiyi followed him, but was stopped by Feng Wan'er, who asked, "Did you know that I had another purpose for calling you here?"
"Of course. The third head of the Feng family has such good vision. Even if he mistook me for a coachman, he would never mistake my senior sister for a maid. How could there be such a beautiful maid with such good kung fu? But Aunt Feng, you didn't expose us and helped us successfully infiltrate the Feng family. So I guess you must be from Sect Master Feng's faction." Su Baiyi said with a smile.
"It turns out that you are quite thoughtful. Looking at your performance in the carriage, I thought you were really a fool." Feng Wan'er stretched out a hand and hooked Su Baiyi's chin.
Su Baiyi blushed slightly: "I didn't expect Aunt Feng to act so realistically..."
"I'm not acting." Feng Wan'er smiled, "I'm just expressing my true feelings."
"Goodbye!" Su Baiyi quickly turned around and followed Feng Yuhan into the secret passage.