Lu Island, unknown island, Ling Family Villa.

Ling Qingniu stopped when passing by the main entrance of the luxury mansion, and also stopped in the early morning behind him.

Ling Qingniu was just there, looking at the dilapidated door, with infinite pampering and nostalgia in his eyes: "This house was originally the place where your mother lived when she was young."

After hearing this in the early morning, I looked up and slowly glanced around the mansion

The night had already fallen early, and there were only a little light decorated with stars and moon on the trunk. As time passed, the grace and nobleness of the house also slowly passed. Just from the fineness of the outside, you can guess that the interior decoration must be more luxurious.

However, in the early morning, he really couldn't combine his mother with this luxurious house.

In his memory, his mother was a very simple person. She always had a kind smile and got along with her neighbors in a harmonious manner. Her tone was ordinary but very contagious.

No matter how noisy and chaotic the environment is, as long as the mother appears and opens her mouth, it will become the focus of everyone.

Lingchen was very confused. His dry lips were stuck together, and he finally separated them and spit out a few words: "Mom, she..."

"Your mother...ah...it's all my fault."

When Ling Qingniu heard his son mention his wife who had been dead for many years - the woman who had promised to be with him for the rest of her life but had long been separated from Yin and Yang - he couldn't help but breathe heavily, looking up at the waning moon in the sky with his hands behind his back, but slowly closing his eyes, as if recalling the sweet years they had been with them.

Many years ago, a winter before Lingyun Villa was established.

Ling Qingniu took her out for a few days in the early morning to travel. When she went back, there was only a pile of charcoal covered with snow in the place where she used to call her home.

I heard that a family next door was setting up a fire in the house to keep warm. I never thought that the house would be lit. The fires burned most of the village, and his mother... and his lively and lovely sister all died in the fire.

At that time, the early morning was already at a sensible age. He could feel Ling Qingniu was very sad, but he didn't look particularly surprised, as if his father had already known that he would have such a thing.

Later, the cause of the fire was attributed to revenge...

The Demon Sect’s revenge on the righteous path of the martial arts world!

...

It was already many years after recalling my mother who passed away. Those sad pasts were almost wiped out. When I mentioned them again, I felt sad in a trance, but Ling Qingniu suddenly said with a smile: "Your mother was the number one witch in the world back then!"

"That stunning beauty cannot be described in words. Even the old monk who has been practicing hard in the mountains for decades will be moved by the mortal heart when he sees your mother..."

"...Your mother's martial arts competition in the Demon Sect was a sensation. For her father, she heard some tricks when a young young man was chatting with her companion, and secretly hid a needle under her tongue. Unexpectedly, in the final competition, she really hugged the beauty with that needle..."

"...Your mother married me and retired from the world, but she had three female apprentices who inherited what she learned and continued to be a disaster in the world..."

"I didn't know who the three apprentices were offended, and they were all killed. Your mother planned to help them get revenge... Unexpectedly... there was nothing I could do if I was not as good as others, but it was a mess at that time, and I didn't know where to find someone to take revenge..."

Looking at Ling Qingniu talking endlessly in the early morning, I felt a lot of feelings in my heart. Maybe this family... no, he is even the only one in the entire Lingyun Villa who thought his family was the orthodox martial arts path?

Once, even just a moment ago, I thought my mother should be a lady from a famous family and a lady from a family. She was forced to leave the family just because she fell in love with her father and became an ordinary woman who took care of her husband and children.

Ling Qingniu wanted to leave the Demon Sect and become an ordinary martial arts man in order to give that ordinary woman a stable life.

"What about... what about Uncle San?" Ling Chen thought of the uncle who had never met on the giant ship, the third uncle Ling Qingniu mentioned.

Since my father and mother were once from the Demon Sect, there was no need to speculate on the several uncles in the villa. They must have been evil people, but they would be arranged outside. The origin of the uncle who was not allowed to show up should be even more terrifying, right?

"Your third uncle, he..." Ling Qingniu was about to speak when he suddenly sniffed twice, "Old Lei should have prepared the food, let's go over and have a chat."

"oh."

In the early morning, he knelt down in front of the luxurious mansion and kowtowed three times. He didn't know what to say to his mother, so he got up and followed Ling Qingniu and walked into the woods on the side of the martial arts platform.

There are only two small wooden houses in the forest. You can see at a glance that the larger one is lived by Ling Qingniu. As for the other house... let's call it the house... it should be lived by two big yellow dogs following them.

After all, no matter how hunched Lao Lei's back is, it is difficult to bend into the three-foot-high hut.

After entering the larger room, I saw three vegetables on the table, scrambled eggs and a large pot of stewed pork ribs. It seemed that the ribs without any seasoning or coloring were steaming.

I didn't see my father's favorite sword in the early morning.

Apart from the table where food is placed and the wooden piers next to it, there are only beds and some farm tools piled up in the corners. Nothing can be seen or hidden.

Ling Qingniu's sword of fame - Hanshuang.

The sword was the most precious thing Ling Qingniu only had to love, and it started to use it since he entered the world. He even secretly pulled out the Hanshuang sword when he was a child in the early morning and took a look, and was punished to kneel for three days and three nights. No matter how his mother pleaded for mercy, it was useless.

Only once, I still remember it fresh.

"Father, where is your frost sword?"

"It's thrown into the sea." Ling Qingniu sat on the wooden pier and rubbed his hands excitedly.

Today, because his son had added a lot of dishes, he was in a good mood. He reached out and grabbed the stewed pork ribs and picked the boiled meat on his head into an empty basin with his hands.

Just as I was about to sit down in the early morning, I heard my father's understatement and immediately stood up again: "Don't throw it away?! Why is this?"

"You sit down first." Ling Qingniu quickly picked up a piece of ribs, and then picked up another piece of ribs to continue picking the meat. "Is it because he holds the Luoxing Sword in his hand? Is it because I hold Hanshuang in my hand? Of course not. It is not good to pay too much attention to external objects."

"I heard that a senior held a 64 kilogram of black iron heavy sword when he was young. He was invincible before he was forty. Later, he switched to a wooden sword. In the end, he didn't even need to use a sword. Just by pointing his hand, he made people feel that he held a black iron heavy sword..."

As Ling Qingniu spoke, he gathered his fingers into a sword and cut the large piece of ribs in his hand, scraping the bone marrow inside into the wooden basin.

What he said seems to be simple, but to be able to have no sword in your hand, no sword in your heart, no murderous intention, and killer moves, it is not just a training of your state of mind, but also a stricter requirement for strength.

If you cannot be invincible to the world, how can you have such arrogant words? If you can be invincible to the world, how can you care whether you are holding a sword?

I sat upright in the early morning, with a serious expression, carefully studying every word my father said.

In a blink of an eye, Ling Qingniu cleaned all the ribs, picked up a large wooden basin filled with meat and put it on the ground and knocked it. Two big yellow dogs rushed in from outside the door, shook their tails and pointed at Ling Qingniu with his tongue.

"He is here today, you only have meat to eat, are you happy?"

The two big yellow dogs looked at the early morning together, and their tails were shaken even more cheerfully.

In the early morning, I touched the heads of two big yellow dogs and whispered: "Eat."

With the permission of the owner, the two big yellow dogs immediately ran to the edge of the wooden basin and nibbled the white meat in the basin.

"Ahua and Acai are old, their teeth are not very good, and they can't eat too much meat on weekdays. Lao Lei is also old, and his old teeth are almost gone. If they die one day, I will take your mother around and see the scenery they have never seen together."

Ling Qingniu wiped his hands directly with his clothes, picked up a piece of fried egg with chopsticks: "When it comes to your third uncle, Xiaoshu has been learning the art of worms from him, and it has been about ten years now."

"Xiaoshu! Sister...she is still alive?"

"There is no way. In order to make them believe that I will not abandon the people who defected to me at will. Moreover, your third uncle's family's insect technique is passed on to women and not men, so I can only put Xiaoshu on their side. Now it is not easy for me to see her."

It is now certain that he is the only one in the family who has made it his lifelong goal to save the country and the people...

There is true love in the world! Thanks to book friends 16764576oo and Qi Taotao for their recommendation votes.

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