The Legend of Futian

There is an old house on the edge of Tianhe City.

People around knew that a couple and their daughter lived in this old house. The couple is very old, with injuries, and has not recovered for many years.

The couple had a daughter named Xu Ping'an, some of which resemble the name of a man, and judging from the name, the couple presumably had nothing to ask for, but only asked her daughter to be safe and sound.

At this moment, however, a battle took place outside the old house.

The group stood proudly above the void, looking indifferently towards a wounded woman. This woman looked more than twenty years old and was a princely realm. Although she was dressed plainly, she still couldn't hide her beauty. .

It's hard to imagine that the two old men in this old house could have such a beautiful daughter.

But at this time Xu Ping'an didn't seem to feel well. Her lips were stained with blood and her beautiful face was pale, but she still firmly held a sword and a rusty iron sword in her hand. Without a hint of power, it is hard to imagine that such a sword could be used for combat.

"Xu Ping'an, can you borrow what we have?" A burly prince figure has a cold voice. He is middle-aged and has practiced for many years, but he is still a prince. This state may be good if it is in the mortal world. But in Tianhe City, the main city of Tianhejie, it can only be regarded as a marginal figure, and it can't be a countertop at all.

After practicing for many years, he was still in the princehood, and he could not break through the threshold of the sage's realm. His state of mind and talent did not work. Now, he has forgotten all that he can live in Tianhejie.

He stared at Xu Ping'an, young, beautiful, and talented. He knew the details of each other, more clearly than many people. If many years ago, a person like Xu Ping'an had no qualifications to look up.

But now, he is in his hands.

"Do you count me?" Xu Ping'an said coldly.

"What is a calculation? Don't you have to return it when you take something?" Said Leng Yan, a middle-aged man. Xu Ping'an's eyes were cold, but his eyes were somewhat fortitude.

"If you ca n’t afford it, how about using yours to pay it back?" The middle-aged man said coldly, stepping forward, oppressing Xu Ping'an.

"Get out." Xu Ping'an's eyes were cold, and the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes when he heard her words. Then he waved his hand, and the group stepped forward, approaching Xu Ping An, his body covering the other side.

"Peace, give them the sword." At this moment, an old voice came out. Xu Ping An turned back and saw the two old men come out. The person who spoke was his father Xu Haoran, with gray hair, and his face was full of The wrinkles seemed to be almost a rarity, and even his eyes were slightly cloudy and not so bright.

However, by looking at the contours of the old man's face, I can still see the young and handsome, and even if he is so old, he still has an extraordinary temperament.

"Father." Xu Ping'an looked back at his father.

"Give them." Xu Haoran started, Xu Ping'an looked a little unwilling.

"The broken sword in her hand?" The middle-aged glanced at the rusty iron sword held by Xu Ping'an, a flash of strange color flashed in his eyes.

"Old man, who are you bluffing?" Another said coldly.

"The sword left by my father back then, yes, no?" The old man said, his middle-aged pupil contracted slightly when he heard him, and nodded, "Yes."

Moreover, his eyes stared at the sword with a strong sense of greed in his eyes.

Compared to this sword, the beauty is nothing.

"Peace, give it to him." The old man said, Xu Ping'an arm trembled slightly, but after seeing his father's eyes, she threw out the iron sword after all, holding it in the middle of an instant and glancing at the sword, although some Can't see through, but still turned decisively, and said, "Go."

A group of people flickered away quickly, and even deliberately avoided people's sight, but the sword in their hands was not willing to put away, and still held it in their hands, as if they wanted to unlock the mystery of the sword.

"Who?" When they entered the alley, a dangerous breath suddenly came down. He looked up and asked. The voice had just fallen, and the sword gas passed through his throat, leaving a bloodstain, not only him, but also others. Similarly, the encircling sword intended to cut the throat directly, like a silk sword.

Their eyes were wide open, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if they felt the sorrow of the little man again, even when they died, they did not know how they died.

A cloth-clothed figure with a bucket hat came over here, took up the rusty iron sword, held it firmly with both hands, his face was somber, his eyes were red, and the hands holding the sword were trembling slightly.

In the other direction, Xu Ping'an and his parents returned to the old house, Xu Ping looked at her parents and whispered, "Daughter is incompetent."

Xu Haoran turned around, his old hands stretched out, and he trembled and touched Xu Ping's cheeks, and said, "It's my father, I'm sorry, you wanted to shed a bloodline for your grandpa, so before your mother's injury had completely deteriorated With you, this is a mistake. It makes you come to suffer, and it is your father who has harmed you. "

The old man had a strong sense of guilt, and there was a trace of tears in his eyes.

"Daddy and mother, why haven't you left for so many years, will they always stare at us when they get it?" Xu Ping'an looked at his parents.

"Peace, many things seem to be accidental, but they are also inevitable. Our family has only wanted to live, and the trouble is still constant, so we can't get away."

Xu Ping'an bowed his head sadly, indeed, their family has never been out of trouble these years.

"Why not ask him for the elderly?" Xu Pingan whispered.

"It's useless, all of them are middle-aged people. If you go to see his old man, it will only be worse." The old man shook his head, his heart hurt a little, watching his daughter develop weakness.

Xu Ping'an 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 is sorry for his daughter.

Xu Ping'an also bowed her head. There was no other innocent innocence of her peers in the beautiful eyes, 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 is together." Xu Ping'an raised his head and smiled, especially brilliant.

"Well." Xu Haoran focused his head. He hugged his daughter, looked up at the sky, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Although such a bleak life, if asked if he would blame those things that year, he would not, it was the choice of his father.

"Who?"

At this moment, Xu Pingmei's eyes flashed a cold man, her figure turned, and she saw that a figure had stepped into the courtyard. Xu Pinghua's face was slightly pale, and she came in. Just discovered.

She turned around, her princely atmosphere bloomed, and there was a sense of determination in her eyes. It was all this way, still refuse to let them go?

I saw him wearing a commoner with a bucket bucket, looking extremely ordinary, holding a rusty iron sword in his hand, exactly the sword sent by Xu Ping'an before.

"Who are you?" Xu Ping'an asked.

He removed Douyi in the middle, and he looked at Xu Ping'an, with kindness and gentleness in his eyes, so that Xu Ping'an showed a strange color. This person seemed not malicious.

The old man Xu Haoran looked at the middle-aged figure. His body was shaking slightly, and he wiped his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it.

Come, Qi Xuanzhang is impressive.

He looked away from Xu Ping'an, stepped forward and came directly to the old man, looking at the extremely old face in front of him, full of vicissitudes of years, his body was dead.

Qi Xuanzhen's eyes were red, his hands stretched out tightly and held the old man's shoulder, and shouted and shouted, "Hao Ran."

The old man was also trembling slightly, and tears flowed out of those turbid eyes, as did the old man next to him, with his head slightly lowered to tears.

Xu Ping'an looked at this scene murmuringly.

Who is he?

"Uncle ..." the old man shouted in a trembling voice.

"Uncle." The old lady next to her also raised tearful eyes and shouted.

Tears dripped from the corner of Qi Xuanyuan's eyes, and he thought he would not cry.

Imagine the days when the two youths were full of spirits and exquisite relatives, but now they have grown up like this and were abandoned to repair. How can they stop the erosion of time.

"I thought you were gone, Uncle Sorry for you." Qi Xuanzhang stepped forward and hugged the old man gently, only feeling the pain in the heart.

He was sorry for too many people, and too many people fell off because of his affairs.

Although he did not wish, but because of him.

"Since the uncle is alive, why should he come back?" Said the old man. Qi Xuanzhen looked at him and looked at Xu Ping'an behind him.

"Some things are not upright." He thought he would stay in Da Li for the rest of his life, but because Ye Futian changed his life trajectory, he went to the Supreme Realm.

Now it's time to let go.

Some things must be done.

"Ping'an, come here and see Uncle Shi." The old man said to Xu Ping'an, Xu Ping'an walked to Qi Xuanzhang, Qi Xuanzhang looked at her eyes full of love, but also very heartache.

He thought of Fei Xue, the life before Fei Xue was extremely bleak, but he did not expect that Xu Ping'an was here and also lived a miserable and bleak life, she was still so young, and she suffered an unbearable weight.

"Uncle Shi." Xu Ping'an shouted.

Qi Xuanyuan focused his head ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He stretched out and pulled Xu Ping'an's hand, put the iron sword in her hand, and whispered: "This is your grandpa's sword, your grandpa often says, wash it up Only when you have a good lead, you are qualified to use a sword. Your grandfather is righteous, but he is the gentleman in the sword, Tianhejie, and the first swordsman. "

Putting the sword on the palm of Xu Ping'an, Qi Xuanzhang turned to face the sky, knelt down on the ground, and bowed his head three times, as if a peerless swordsman figure appeared on the sky.

"Brother, brother came back to see you."

Qi Xuanyu's voice was full of sadness, and Xu Ping'an next to him also shed tears when he saw this scene.

She Xu Ping was humble in her life, but her grandfather was a gentleman in the sword, a gentleman sword king recognized in Tianhe World, and the first sword repairer.

Although, she never looked at her grandpa!

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