There is an old house on the edge of Tianhe City. The house is not big and a bit dilapidated.

Everyone around you knows that a couple and their daughter live in this old house. The couple is very old and has injuries on their bodies and has not recovered for many years.

The couple had a daughter named Xu Ping'an, some of which looked like a man's name. Judging from the name, the couple must have nothing to ask for, just to be safe and sound.

However, at this moment, a battle broke out outside the old house.

The group stood proudly in the void, looking indifferently at a wounded woman ahead. This woman looked over 20 years old and had a kingly realm. Although she was dressed simply, she still couldn't hide her outstanding appearance.

It is hard to imagine that the two old men in this old house could give birth to such a beautiful daughter.

However, Xu Ping'an seemed not feeling well at this time. Her lips were stained with blood, and her beautiful face showed pale white luster, but she was still holding a sword firmly in her hand, a rusty iron sword, dull and without any power. It is hard to imagine that such a sword could be used to fight.

"Xu Ping'an, can you repay what you borrowed from us?" A burly prince and prince character voice was cold. He looked middle-aged and had been practicing for many years, but he was still a prince. This state might be good if it was in the mortal world, but in Tianhe City, the main city of Tianhe Realm, it could only be considered a marginal figure and could not be on the table at all.

After practicing for many years, he was still in the king and prince, and could not break through the hurdle of the wise realm. His state of mind and talent were not good. Now, he has forgotten it, and only hopes to be able to live well in a corner of the Tianhe Realm.

His eyes were staring at Xu Ping'an, young, beautiful, and talented. He knew the other party's background very well, and he knew better than many people. If a person like Xu Ping'an had been many years ago, he would not even have the qualification to look up to him.

But now, he is in his hands.

"[Bayi Chinese Network     www.x81zw.xyz] Are you planning to do something about me?" Xu Ping'an said coldly.

"What does it mean to calculate? Don't you need to pay it back after taking something?" said middle-aged coldly. Xu Ping'an's eyes were cold, but there was a bit of determination in his eyes.

"If you really can't afford it, you will repay it with someone, how about?" The middle-aged man spoke coldly and stepped forward, oppressing Xu Ping'an.

"Get out." Xu Ping'an's eyes were cold. When middle-aged people heard her words, they narrowed their eyes slightly, then waved their hands, and suddenly the group stepped forward and approached Xu Ping'an, and the aura on their bodies enveloped the other party.

"Ping'an, give them the sword." At this time, an old voice came out. Xu Ping'an turned around and saw the two old men walking out. The person who spoke was his father Xu Haoran, with white hair and wrinkles on his face, as if he was nearly 70 years old. Even his eyes were slightly cloudy and not so bright.

However, looking at the outline of the old man's face, you can vaguely see the handsomeness of his youth. Moreover, even though he is so old, he still has an extraordinary temperament.

"Father." Xu Ping'an turned around and looked at his father.

"Give it to them." Xu Haoran said, Xu Ping'an's eyes were a little unwilling.

"That broken sword in her hand?" The middle-aged man glanced at the rusty iron sword in Xu Ping'an's hand, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

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

"My father left the sword, do you want it or don't?" The old man said, and when middle-aged man heard his words, his pupils slightly contracted, nodded and said, "You want it."

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

Compared to this sword, what is the beauty?

"Ping'an, give it to him." The old man said, Xu Ping'an's arms trembled slightly, but when she saw her father's eyes, she finally threw the iron sword out. Middle-aged man grabbed it in an instant and glanced at the sword. Although he couldn't see through it, he still turned around decisively and said, "Let's go."

The group of people flickered away quickly, and even deliberately avoided the human sight, but the sword in their hands was reluctant to put it away, and was still in their hands, as if they wanted to unravel the secrets in the sword.

"Who?" As they walked into an alley, a dangerous aura suddenly came. He looked up and asked. As soon as he finished speaking, a sword energy penetrated his throat directly, leaving a blood mark. Not only him, but others were the same. The surrounding sword intent directly cut his throat, like a silk sword.

The group of people's eyes were wide open, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if they felt the sadness of the little man again. Even if they died, they didn't know how they died.

A figure in a cloth-clothed dress wearing a hat came here, picked up the rusty iron sword, held it firmly with both hands, with a solemn expression, a little red eyes, and the hands holding the sword were slightly trembling.

In another direction, Xu Ping'an and his parents returned to the old house in the village. Xu Ping'an looked at her parents and whispered: "My daughter is incompetent."

Xu Haoran turned around, his old hands stretched out, tremblingly stroked Xu Ping'an's cheeks, and said, "It was my father who was sorry for you. Back then, I wanted to shed a ray of blood for your grandfather, so I had you before your mother's injuries completely worsened. This was a mistake. It was my father who harmed you."

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

"Dad, why haven't you left for so many years? Will they always stare at us when they get it?" Xu Ping'an said to his parents.

"Peace, many things seem accidental, but they are inevitable. We cannot escape. Our family is just looking for survival, and the troubles are still going on, which shows that we cannot get rid of them."

Xu Ping'an bowed his head sadly. Indeed, their family had never escaped trouble in recent years.

"Why don't you beg him?" Xu Ping'an whispered.

"There are all people in the jar. If you go to see him, it will only be worse." The old man shook his head, his heart aches, and he watched his daughter feel powerless.

Xu Ping'an has outstanding talents in all his age. At this age, he should have enjoyed the best years, but they always think about how to survive.

He is sorry for his daughter.

Xu Ping'an also lowered her head. Her beautiful eyes were not as innocent as other people of her age. She was only sad and strong. She was sad that she could not change anything and could not protect her father and mother.

"Father, it doesn't matter. No matter what we face, we are all together." Xu Ping'an raised his head and smiled, which was particularly brilliant.

"Yeah." Xu Haoran focused heavily. He held his daughter and looked up at Cangqiong, with a smile in his eyes.

Although such a bleak life, if he asks him if he blames the things he did back then, he won't, that was his father's choice.

"who?"

At this moment, a cold light suddenly flashed in Xu Ping'an's beautiful eyes. She turned around and saw a figure that had already stepped into the courtyard. Xu Ping'an's face looked a little pale, and she actually walked in and found out.

She turned around, and the breath of the kingly realm bloomed, and a decisive look flashed in her eyes. It was like this, would she still refuse to let them go?

I saw him wearing a cloth clothes and a hat, looking extremely ordinary, holding a rusty iron sword in his hand, which was the sword given by Xu Ping'an before.

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

He took off the hat in the middle, and he looked at Xu Ping'an, with kindness and gentleness in his eyes, which made Xu Ping'an look strange. This person seemed to have no malice.

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

The person who came was Qi Xuangang.

His eyes moved away from Xu Ping'an, took one step forward and came directly to the old man. He looked at the extremely old face in front of him, full of wrinkles of the vicissitudes of time, and had a dead aura on his body.

Qi Xuangang's eyes were red, and he stretched out his hands to hold the old man's shoulder tightly, and shouted tremblingly and lowly: "Haoran."

The old man's body was trembling slightly, and tears flowed out of his muddy eyes. The old woman beside him was the same, lowering her head slightly to tears.

Xu Ping'an looked at this scene blankly.

who is he?

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

"Uncle Master." The old woman next to her also raised her tears and shouted.

Tears fell from Qi Xuangang's eyes, and he thought he would not cry anymore.

Looking back at the time, the two young men were full of energy and had a peerless couple, but now they are old and have been abandoned by others. How can they resist the erosion of time?

"I thought you were gone, uncle, I'm sorry for you." Qi Xuangang stepped forward and hugged the old man gently, feeling only heart-wrenching pain.

He is sorry for too many people, too many people fell because of his affairs back then.

Although it was not his wish, it arose because of him.

"Since Uncle Master is alive, why should he come back?" the old man said, Qi Xuangang looked at him and then looked at Xu Ping'an behind him.

"Some things are uneasy." He thought he would stay in Dali for the rest of his life, but because of Ye Futian's 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 my uncle." The old man said to Xu Ping'an. Xu Ping'an walked to Qi Xuangang. Qi Xuangang looked at her with loving eyes, but he was also extremely heartbroken.

He thought of Feixue. Feixue's life before was extremely dull, but he did not expect that Xu Ping'an was living a miserable and bleak life here, but she was still so young that she was under unbearable weight.

"Uncle Master." Xu Ping'an shouted.

Qi Xuangang focused his head heavily. He stretched out his hand and pulled Xu Ping'an's hand, put the iron sword in his hand back to her palm, and whispered: "This is your grandfather's sword. Your grandfather often says that only by washing all the dew can he be qualified to use the sword. Your grandfather is full of righteousness and is the gentleman in the sword, the first swordsman in the Tianhe Realm."

Putting the sword in Xu Ping'an's palm, Qi Xuangang turned around and faced the sky, knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, as if a figure of a peerless swordsman appeared on the sky.

"Senior Brother, I'm back to see you."

Qi Xuangang's voice was filled with sadness, and Xu Ping'an next to him also shed tears when he saw this scene.

Xu Ping'an was humble all her life, but her grandfather was a gentleman in the sword during his lifetime, a recognized gentleman in the Tianhe Realm, and the first sword cultivator.
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