Ling Tian woke up from the shock of the knife and suddenly looked at his father, but saw the latter standing there as if frozen, and his eyes lost their charm again.

The bud knife in his hand was still slightly erected in the direction of the knife.

But the empty eyes were directed towards him.

If you have no eyes, you will have divine eyes.

Ling Tian felt a restrained expectation in his eyes and a deep emotion condensed in thousands of words.

I vaguely understood the deep intention of my father's knife.

At this time, a faint red flame suddenly grew from the inner bones under Ling Xiao's clothes, instantly wrapping his whole body in the raging fire.

But the bud knife in his hand was still tightly clenched, without any slack.

Ling Tian looked at this scene with mixed feelings, feeling so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak.

After he learned about his life experience and his father's identity, he had expected countless times to fantasize about meeting scenes, the scenes he would get along with in the future, etc., but he never expected that in just a short while, he had not even had time to say a few words, the father he had only had burned into ashes in front of himself.

The joy of losing and gaining again, the sorrow of losing again, and the two extreme emotions fill Ling Tian's heart in a very short time.

This made him feel a little dazed for a moment.

Even the sadness has forgotten what it feels like, and the whole person falls into a state of numbness.

Long time.

Only then did I accept this cruel reality.

The white horse picked up the bud knife from the bone slag that turned into ashes, with a little sadness in his eyes and said to Ling Tian: "Your father's tone has been with you for many years. If you hadn't been able to let go of you, I'm afraid it would have been..."

At the end of the conversation, I felt sad.

The father and son who have never met and old friends for many years are actually not much different in their relationship.

Although Bai Ju's arm was broken by Ling Xiao, this broken arm is not absolutely a grudge, and sometimes it is a kind of "honor".

If Meng Lingxiao had not taken action in danger, he would have been devastated;

If Meng Lingxiao had not been enlightened in the future, he would never have achieved what he had today in the sword art.

The two were silent for a long time.

"Tell me about him," Ling Tian's voice was a little hoarse. He took the bud knife from Bai Ju's hand and gently wiped the dust on it, as if he was holding his closest relative.

In the grip, you can feel the warm emotions from my father.

Bai Ju breathed a deep breath, adjusted his sadness, and said, "What have you said to you, Uncle Zhuge?"

"Uncle Zhuge?" Ling Tian was stunned. Seeing Bai Ju looking at the hilt of the sword with some point, he was shocked and realized: "The remnant soul inside is the person you said?"

Thinking of the remnant soul's guidance on his cultivation and swords along the way, and the affection that he could burn out the last trace of soul power a few days ago to help him escape.

Ling Tian couldn't help but be shocked.

Judging from Bai Ju's words, the remnant soul is definitely not a general relationship with him!

No wonder I have helped myself without paying any rewards along the way.

Ling Tian was filled with mixed feelings for a moment.

Seeing Ling Tian’s in a daze, Bai Ju couldn’t help but sighed with emotion: “It seems that he didn’t explain anything to you.”

Finally, I looked at Ling Tian carefully, taking into account Ling Tian’s current strength

and the complex environment in which you live.

Bai Ju said hesitantly: "Well, you will know what you should know after all. Keep hiding it. You won't know the enemy when you come to me. Instead, it's not good. Let's just say to you."

"The remnant soul you mentioned, its name is Zhuge Yi, which is your father's brother and brother, and there is also a fat man who died in the early years, named Hong Yueban. The three of them were known as the iron triangle among the younger generation in that era."

"But in my opinion, apart from the name of the Iron Triangle, the relationship between the three of them is more like a knife."

"Your father is the leader of the Iron Triangle, with extraordinary talent and extraordinary strength, and is like a blade, responsible for killing all the little hostile enemies;"

"Your second uncle Hong Yueban is a second-class person, honest and honest, with thick skin and flesh. He is very good at self-defense. He exists like a blade, providing your father with a solid back."

"And your third uncle Zhuge Yi is a knife handle. He is calm and talks less, but he is extremely smart. Every time he speaks, it is bound to be a crucial matter. Your father and Fatty Hong are basically obeying his words."

"Your third uncle is also the seemingly harmless and kindest among the three;"

"But????????????????????? These are all his appearances. Once your father and your second uncle suffer a change and encounter trouble, he will become extremely fierce. In that state, he will no longer be a knife handle, but a hand holding the knife."

Ling Tian nodded in agreement, recalling the series of guidance that Zhuge Yi hid in the hilt of the knife over the years, all of which were elegant and gentle, like a famous teacher.

But a few days ago, he was besieged and left the line of life and death. The latter's fierce attitude really subverted his cognition.

At that moment, Zhuge Yi made Ling Tian even feel like a demon god at one point. He possessed himself directly, controlled his hand, and held the bud knife and slashed a way out.

Bai Ju continued: "The reason why he doesn't tell you his true identity is that he wants to better protect you. He feels that with your current strength, he is not enough to deal with the causal and effect hatred left by your father."

"If it weren't for chance that you would have practiced the Three Blood Slaughter of Blood while he was silent, and with his value on you, I'm afraid that you would never get involved in this storm in this life."

...

Ling Tian listened to Bai Ju's words and couldn't help but feel extremely heavy inside, and asked in a choked voice: "What about my mother? Who is she?"

"She~" Bai Ju said in surprise: "She is also a splendid existence. To your father and others, she can be said to be a 'scattered' existence. After your father and others became famous, they were somewhat arrogant and young and frivolous. Of course, with their talents and strength, they did have the capital of arrogance, but they also invisibly offended many people."

"The appearance of your mother seemed to have put a scabbard on their sharp blade, restraining their sharpness, restraining them a lot, and avoiding many disasters."

"But because of this, a greater disaster has come."

"It all starts with your mother's background and the scene when she approached your father..."

Bai Ju picked the key points and introduced her parents' past to Lingtian concisely.

Ling Tian heard of Zou Chuxi's name and his revenge out of jealousy since then, and his whole body became fierce. The depressed demonic nature in his body seemed to have a faint tendency to break out of his body.

Finally, I understood why my third uncle only had a wisp of residual soul remaining in the hilt of the knife. It turned out that it was all thanks to Zou Chuxi.

Bai Ju stated that Hong Yueban's death, Zhuge Yi burned his soul and walked straight towards the mountain wall and took the black and golden scabbard that had been standing there for many years.

He sighed heavily, as if he had made a difficult decision.

Finally, the scabbard was sent into Ling Tian's hands.

"Later, your father made great progress with the extraordinary evil skill contained in this scabbard - the Demon Sword Technique. He has achieved the ability to sweep away major forces in half a year."

"What you saw before was devouring the essence of the corpse is a means to extend your lifespan contained in this set of magic skills."

Ling Tian looked at the scabbard in shock when he heard this. After shaking away the dust on it, he saw seven ridge rings cast on the scabbard. Each ring was exactly the same distance, and a faint fluctuation of energy was faintly revealed.

Bai Ju introduced: "There are independent spaces in these seven ridges, and each space records the corresponding practice methods. Only by practicing successfully can you enter the next space;"

"In the specific space of this scabbard, practicing this magic skill is much faster than the outside world. The murderous intent that your father left in each space can also help you better master this skill."

Ling Tian was not surprised by the news, but hesitated to look at Bai Ju and asked: "Since you know this, why don't you practice yourself?"

Bai Ju chuckled helplessly: "I think too, but this sword technique has limitations, and it is only for soul masters who are under the first century. Only young bloodlines and meridians can match the principles of this sword technique and burst out with the most powerful and extreme power."

As he said that, he still praised Ling Tian, ​​"You are much younger than your father back then, but your strength and talent are much higher than him. If you practice this sword technique, you may not be able to practice until the last level and take the last step your father did not take back then."

Ling Tian still hesitated: "Since it is a magic sword technique, it must be risky of being possessed by others. Why do you insist on persuading me to practice?"

Bai Ju was speechless: "Aren't you already practicing? Zhuge Yi has been giving you this set of sword techniques over the years, right? Besides, do you really think that the sword your father tried hard to do before was just to let us feel the sword realm of higher attainments?"

"You mean..." Ling Tian's pupils were stunned, recalling the scene of the sword frozen in his mind, feeling the courageous and fearlessness of the sword, the domineering aura of no scruples, and the purity without any trace of magicality...

Ling Tian couldn't help but guess something.

Bai Ju nodded and said, "The reason why Zhuge Yi dared to give you this sword technique is not only the plan to prevent problems, but also because he believed that your father could eventually find a way to successfully cultivate the magical nature."

"And this method is hidden in that shocking knife, and you need to understand it yourself while practicing."

Ling Tian stood there in a state of emotion, holding the bud knife and scabbard in his hand tightly, and finally calmed down to completely practice this set of magic sword techniques.

But it was not because of Bai Ju's words.

Instead, he had a premonition that Bai Ju persuaded him to practice.

Silence for a moment.

Ling Tian asked heavily: "Why is my father here?"

"Who caused my father to end up in such a situation?"

"You want me to practice this sword technique because I am afraid that the people behind me will come to me. With my ability, I will be unmatched, right?"

"Who is that person?"

Ling Tian's hand holding the bud knife trembled slightly, and his murderous intent was awe-inspiring in his heart.
Chapter completed!