Ye Xiaoxu was a little surprised when he heard that his father wanted him, who was always good at writing, to practice martial arts.

Ye Xiaoxu is the daughter of a general and should have some martial arts skills, but General Ye is busy with government affairs and has no time to teach her. And because she has never liked martial arts, General Ye does not force herself.

It was only this time that Ye Xiaoxu was kidnapped by thieves again, so General Ye had to let Ye Xiaoxu practice martial arts for self-defense.

Yan Yi frowned slightly, and there was a greenness in his eyes, as if he was hesitating. General Ye muttered: "If not, then I have to consider other talents."

Yan Yi hurriedly said: "General Ye is worrying too much. Yan Yi is determined to teach Miss Xi martial arts."

When Ye Xiaoxu heard this, although he was not interested, he knew his father's intentions and obeyed his wishes.

After General Ye left, Yan Yi and Ye Xiaoxu were left in the courtyard.

Yan Yi was a little cautious and looked at Ye Xiaoxu in front of him without knowing what to say.

"Uncle Yan," Ye Xiaoxu was the first to break the silence, "Dad asked you to teach me martial arts, but I have never practiced martial arts before, and I have no research on martial arts. Could you please show me, sir?"

"I wonder which category you want to see, Miss? How good is your swordsmanship?" Yan Yi looked at Ye Xiaoxu.

"Okay, let's do a sword dance." Ye Xiaoxu glanced at Yan Yi and smiled.

There was not enough open space in the courtyard, so Ye Xiaoxu led Yan Yi to a bamboo forest in the backyard.

The gaps between the bamboos are very dense, and the layers are like a natural barrier. There is only one path leading to the open space deep in the bamboo forest. Yan Yi, Ye Xiaoxu, stood a little far away, and then started to dance with his sword.

The sword in Yan Yi's hand was as powerful as a rainbow, and his moves were fierce. For a moment, he was like a horse walking up to the clouds, then he turned around and stabbed with a straight move, then he lunged forward and struck the sword, then jumped back and executed a retreating slash.

The cloud is sometimes like a dragonfly touching the water, the force is short and fast, and when turning around, it swings flat and collapses the sword with another move, like a mountain overwhelming the sea...

Ye Xiaoxu clapped his hands and smiled: "Uncle Yan, your swordsmanship is so powerful."

Yan Yi heard Ye Xiaoxu's laughter, turned his wrist, pointed the sword downward, and moved the sword sheath upward.

Walking into Ye Xiaoxu, I heard Ye Xiaoxu say: "Uncle Yan, it's really fun to watch you dance the sword. It doesn't look like an old man at all, but it looks like a young man's heroic appearance."

When Yan Yi heard this, he was heartbroken. He tightened his sword in his hand, looked at Ye Xiaoxu and said, "Young lady is making fun of you."

Ye Xiaoxu smiled brightly, but he just said it, without thinking about it in his heart, and said: "Uncle Yan, I will learn to dance with the sword!"

Yan Yi looked at Ye Xiaoxu and said: "Miss, I have a set of swordsmanship, which is quite compatible with this set of swordsmanship. It is only practiced by women, so it is suitable. Miss, do you want to learn it?"

Ye Xiaoxu didn't know much about swordsmanship. Hearing that it was a swordsmanship practiced by a woman, it must be suitable for him, so he agreed.

In fact, this sword technique is called Shuangfei on the Wings, and it has two swords, collectively called Biyi Sword. The sword used by men is called "Huifeng", and the sword used by women is called "Luoyan".

This set of swordsmanship was taught to Yan Yi by Master Yan Yi, and he gave the two swords to Yan Yi before he died. If Yan Yi found a woman he fell in love with, he would teach her this set of swordsmanship, and "Luoyan"

"Gift of swords.

Now, this sword technique was taught to Ye Xiaoxu.

Yan Yi looked at Ye Xiaoxu, thinking about the words "the woman he loves" in his mind, and became a little distracted.

The woman I love...

Yan Yi recalled the scene before his master died.

The master's name was Yan Meng, and he was married to a woman named Su Chenyi when he was young. The woman hated the master since then, and she studied hard.

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He studied martial arts and vowed to make his master die by his own hands.

Blood flowed out along the blade.

One drop of blood, two drops of blood, three drops of blood...

Su Chenyi could clearly hear the sound of his own blood dripping on the ground. Su Chenyi didn't believe that Yan Meng, who was already poisoned, could still deliver the final blow!

And this blow was enough to kill her!

Su Chenyi smiled sadly and murmured: "After all... you are... a heartless person. Let me ask you, have you ever... been in love with me?"

Yan Meng looked at Su Chenyi with reluctance and helplessness in his eyes. He did not answer her directly, but just said: "This mountain is called Mengchen Mountain."

"You are not ruthless to me, but you dare not... I, Su Chenyi, am not wishful thinking... Mengchen..." Su Chenyi smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

Yan Meng looked at the charming woman lying on the ground and said with a smile: "Slow down, this last time, just wait for me!"

Yan Meng's smile was a little bleak, but the woman on the ground could no longer be seen.

Yan Meng felt pathetic for his own cowardice and his so-called justice.

He doesn't even dare to hold the woman he loves in his arms.

Now, even Yan Meng himself doesn't quite understand why he is so decisive and why he has to be bound by the world, which has harmed her and himself.

After a long time, Yan Meng turned to Yan Yi, who was supporting him, and said, "Are you sad?"

Yan Yi swallowed harder and nodded.

Yan Meng smiled softly, and a stream of black blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth and sprinkled on his collar.

The master is laughing, but Yan Yi doesn't understand.

Yan Yi's right hand covered Yan Meng's lips. However, Yan Meng tried his best to push Yan Yi's hand away and said:

"No need, Yan Yi, it's useless, this is extremely poisonous. Don't be sad. Do you know why I want to accept you as my apprentice?"

Yan Yi shook his head, he had never thought about it.

Yan Mengdao: "The tear mole at the corner of your eye is the same as Su Chenyi."

No wonder the master named himself Yan Yi.

Yan Meng was already so angry that he couldn't restrain the chicken with his hands, and said: "Do you know who she is?"

Yan Yi shook his head.

Yan Meng said: "Su Chenyi is the head of Xiaoyao Palace Maid."

I have heard people talk about Xiaoyao Palace before. Twenty years ago, Xiaoyao Palace used poisons like no other in the world. Xiaoyao Palace manufactured hidden weapons, prepared poisons, and openly sold them to people in the martial arts world. The poisons prepared by Xiaoyao Palace were colorless and odorless.

People lose their lives invisibly, and poisons are prevalent in the martial arts world. Hundreds of people in the martial arts world die from Xiaoyao Palace poison every year.

And Xiaoyao Palace benefited a lot from it. But later, for some unknown reason, Xiaoyao Palace disappeared from the world.

Yan Meng was already very weak, but he still held on and said: "There are some things I want to tell you. If I don't say them now, I will never have the chance to say them again."

Yan Yi's voice trembled a little as he said, "No, you won't die! Master."

"Listen to me..." Yan Meng's voice became lower and lower, and his face became paler and paler.

"Master!" Yan Yi hugged the dying Yan Meng, his eyes red.

Yan Yi is an orphan who has been wandering the streets since he was a child. He has only had a so-called home since he was picked up by Yan Meng. Now that he sees his master's life hanging in the balance, his heart is as sharp as a knife.

"Why are you crying?" Yan continued, "Master can't be by your side in the future... You have to know how to take care of yourself... I have learned the sword skills of flying on two wings.

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I teach you the Biyi Sword... in the master's bedroom, you take it. If you find a woman you fall in love with someday... you will teach this set of swordsmanship to that woman and give her the "Luoyan" sword as a gift."

"Master, I know, I know." Yan Yi sobbed.

"Bury me...and Su Chenyi...together..." Yan Meng said with her last breath. Her last request was to be buried together with Su Chenyi.

Yan Yi hugged the master for a long time, until Yan Meng's backbone was like water, like ice... The cold backbone accompanied the stiff body, lifeless.

Yan Yi knew that his master was dead. He died in his arms. Yan Meng was his only relative in the world! But this relative died in his arms.

After burying Yan Meng and Su Chenyi who had been dead for a long time, they slowly put the bodies into the coffin. They also found a few clean cloths and wiped away all the blood on Yan Meng's body.

He understood that he could not let Yan Meng walk on the road to hell covered in blood, and he wanted Yan Meng to be reincarnated with dignity.

Once, twice, three times... Yan Yi couldn't remember how many times he scrubbed. It was just like learning the sword in the past. At the beginning, he memorized the sword technique carefully, but later he couldn't remember it. Later, he used

The sword has become a conditioned reflex, and the sword can be wielded freely as long as it is in the hand.

After Yan Meng and Su Chenyi were buried, Yan Yi stood in front of the tomb with empty eyes.

I don't know how much time passed, but Yan Yi felt the sound of wind blowing in his ears.

The sky has turned cloudy and the wind has picked up. The wind brings the temptation of rain, like the sound of a piano playing soothingly and slowly, and the falling leaves are spinning in the air like butterflies.

The leaves drew a graceful arc from the sky and fell quietly with the sound of rain.

The falling rain fell on Yan Yi. Yan Yi sighed in the autumn rain. His only relative had gone far away.

The rain has wet the blue shirt, and the journey home has faded. Without the master, there is no home.

The rain is pouring all around. I wonder when it will blow away my sadness?

Yan Yi was in front of the tomb, lonely in the rain.

Standing in the rain without an umbrella, the rain soaked his hair and his mood.

The rain beat Yan Yi's lonely heart over and over again, and the long rain strands gently wrapped around Yan Yi's shoulders and arms.

Yan Yi heard the rain hitting his body, and no one held an umbrella for him. He pulled out his sword, and the rain dripped on the sword. On Yan Yi's black sword, the rain slowly slid down, dripping drop by drop on the ground.

Listening to the sound of wind and rain in his ears, cold sweat dripped from his palms, and Yan Yi just wanted to dance with his sword at this moment.

In front of Yan Meng's grave, Yan Yi slowly raised his sword.
To be continued...