The sky hadn't darkened yet when a shooting star suddenly fell from the west. Chu Cang Ming stood up from the tree stump and looked towards the west with a frown.
"You guys, come here." He didn't turn his head as he shouted in a low voice.
Chu Cang Ming and Cold Cliffs were already drenched in sweat. When they heard the shout, they both jumped away and walked over. Chu Jingtian wiped the sweat off his face as he grumbled to Cold Cliffs in a low voice as usual. Cold Cliffs didn't say a word, his brows furrowed. He had come to the right place. In the short span of one and a half months, he felt that he had made great progress. Although Chu Cang Ming was the Sword God, he didn't only teach swordsmanship. Chu Jingtian cultivated the Sword God Technique that combined sword rays, sword aura, and sword formations with boundless power. As for him … Chu Cang Ming told him that he didn't need moves, as they would kill his talent. What he needed was speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. He needed to be able to kill with a single strike. He needed to be able to injure whoever he wanted.
Although it was only three simple words, they allowed him to find the right direction. He also knew the weight of these three words.
The two stood beside the old man and looked at him questioningly. The old man turned his gaze and paused on Cold Cliffs's face. "An old friend has passed away, I'm tired … you guys should rest early."
"Old friend?" Chu Jingtian scratched his head and asked in confusion, "Grandpa has an old friend too? That's strange, grandpa, you've never left this place, how do you know that old friend has passed away? "
The old man sighed desolately, as if lamenting the impermanence of the world. "Feng Zhaoyang has passed away."
Cold Cliffs's body stiffened.
"Oh! Feng Zhaoyang? Ah? Feng Zhaoyang?! " The insensitive Chu Jingtian only reacted after a moment of daze. He subconsciously looked at Cold Cliffs beside him. However, she saw that his expression was normal, and there was no reaction that he should have.
Chu Jingtian touched his nose and thought to himself, "A lunatic is a lunatic. He didn't even have a proper reaction when his father died … Speaking of which, his father is about the same age as my grandfather and is an old friend. Doesn't that mean I'm one generation younger than him? Not good … not good!"
"Go and rest. Don't disturb me." The old man waved his hand weakly.
"That grandpa, Feng Zhaoyang … Ah no, it's Senior Battle God. Who is so powerful that he can defeat him?" Chu Jingtian couldn't help but ask curiously.
Chu Cang Ming didn't seem to hear him. He sat down, closed his eyes, and stopped breathing in the blink of an eye. This tree stump was where he slept every day. This was also one of his methods of cultivation. Different from Feng Zhaoyang, who wholeheartedly protected the Feng Clan, the Sword God, who had not shown himself for more than ten years, had never stopped cultivating. No one knew how high his current strength was, not even he himself. This was because he hadn't fought seriously for too long.
Cold Cliffs also turned around and left, returning to his little grass hut … This grass hut was where Ye Wuchen and Ningxue used to live. It was still the same damp floor and hard wooden bed.
Chu Jingtian, who was asking for a snub, could only bitterly walk back to his room and lie down on the hard bed. His entire body felt so comfortable that he could almost fly. Not long after closing his eyes, he fell asleep with a "hu hu" sound. Every day, under the pressure of his grandfather and the motivation to leave this place as soon as possible, he practiced his sword with all his might every day. Sleeping was his greatest enjoyment.
In the middle of the night, Chu Jingtian, who was dreaming of roaming the outside world, making friends from all over the world, and serving justice and being respected by others, was woken up by the urge to pee. He half-opened his eyes and vaguely mumbled a few words, then slowly stood up and walked outside.
After walking out of the grass hut and taking a few steps forward, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. His mind immediately became clear, and he opened his eyes wide to look at the person. With the help of the hazy moonlight, he could clearly see that the person was Cold Cliffs. At this moment, he was holding a long wooden tablet in his hand and was softly muttering something. In his daze, he actually didn't notice that someone was approaching.
Chu Jingtian's curiosity was piqued. He tiptoed behind a large tree and concentrated on listening to what he was saying.
"… You are called the God of War, and everyone also calls you a god. But in the end, you are only one person, and there will come a day when you die. When you were three years old, your parents were killed, and you knelt on the street, almost starving to death. At that time, the Emperor of Dafeng Country happened to pass by, and out of compassion, he sent people to help you bury your parents — my grandparents, and gave you a full meal. So, when you were three years old, you swore to the heavens that you would repay the kindness with your life, and become the most powerful person in the world to protect your benefactor. "
"At that time, the Emperor of Dafeng Country only laughed it off. But later, when you became the God of War and became the most powerful person in the world, you took the initiative to find the Feng Family and swore to protect them for life. You did it. You are a man of your word, and you are loyal and affectionate … But among these affections, only familial affection is lacking. "
Chu Jingtian had never heard Cold Cliffs speak so much at one time, and it was also his first time hearing that Feng Zhaoyang actually had such a past. He was momentarily stunned. Cold Cliffs also continued to pour his heart out, and didn't notice his existence.
"When you were forty, because of a bet that you would definitely have descendants, you were hit by the Snow Lady's' Bewitching Jade '. Unable to break the spell, you could only rape my poor mother, who was completely unaware of it. Because of this, I was born. But also because of me, you lost the bet, because you had descendants … "
"You're ashamed, but you've never looked at my mother in the eye, and you've never looked at me in the eye. When I was ten, because my mother accidentally 'saw something she shouldn't have seen', you mercilessly blinded her eyes and forced her to leave. From then on, my resentment towards you grew stronger day by day. No one knew that I cultivated with all my might just to defeat you and fight for my mother's honor. But my foolish mother never hated you. She even ignored you and struggled to stay by your side without a title, hoping that you would change your mind … "
Cold Cliffs let out a long sigh and looked at the wooden tablet he had carved himself. "I hate you, I have always hated you. What I hate is not your coldness towards me, but the way you treated my mother. I always knew that the reason you acted like this was not because you lost your humanity, but because you were too loyal to your promises. You only wanted to protect Dafeng Country, and didn't want to have any other concerns. When I scolded you, you only knew how to avoid it. When I hit you, or cut you with a knife, you never fought back. When I stole your Wind-Breaking Blade, you obviously knew, but you pretended not to know. Although you hid it well, I could feel the pain and guilt in your eyes … I knew, I always knew, that you didn't treat my mother as your wife, but you treated me as your son. "
Cold Cliffs knelt down so hard that his knees sank deep into the soil. He stretched out his hands and pushed away the cold ground. He buried the wooden tablet with the words "Father: Feng Zhaoyang" carved on it. "… Even if you don't treat me as your son, you … are still my father. Actually … you must not know, although I hate you and how you treated my mother, I am also proud to have a father like you. Now that you are dead, dead forever, you have no enemies in your life. Even if you die, you will die for Dafeng Country. You died for the promise you made, so you should have no regrets. So … as your son, I will not avenge you. No matter who killed you, I will not avenge you, because that would only trample on your pride as a God of War. The last thing I can do for you is to send you off, because … I am your only son, your only family … "
He was the God of War's only family, the only person who could send him off … but his mother was not his father's wife.
"Mother's eyes have recovered. She is now in Celestial Dragon City, and she does not have to worry about food or clothing. She no longer has to live a life of hardship with me. I also know where I should go and what I should do in the future. You … can go in peace. Your life is destined to be lonely because of a promise. I hope that in your next life, you can live for yourself, for your family, and for the people around you. "
Cold Cliffs used his hands to push away the soil and buried the wooden tablet. He lowered his head and said, "I am the God of War's son, I will not bring shame to the God of War. My goal is to surpass you … surpass you at all costs."
Chu Jingtian had been listening quietly. At this moment, he started to understand Leng Ya. Leng Ya's face was always cold and he rarely spoke. It was as if he had no emotions and everyone in the world was his enemy. Only now did he know that his character was formed in the indifference of family and complicated hatred. It was not that he was heartless, but that he had long sealed off the other side of himself and treated the world with indifference. He wanted to become a wolf, but he was destined not to be a real wolf, but a living person with feelings.
He hated his father, but in the deepest part of his heart, he admired his god-like father and longed for his father's love. When the longing turned into disappointment, it gradually turned into despair. He sealed off his feelings, and with hatred, he left with his mother far away. Today, his father had died, and he had finally spoken his heart to his dead father. Today was the last time he would call his father "father". From now on, his father would only appear in his memory, becoming his goal and the reason for him to become stronger.
Cold Cliffs kowtowed three times on the ground. This was the first time he kowtowed to his father, and it would also be the last time. When he stood up from the ground, his gloomy eyes instantly became as cold and awake as usual. Suddenly, his ears moved, and he turned sideways. His feet staggered, and his hands were like eagle claws, grabbing the place where Chu Jingtian was hiding.
His mind was wandering before, so he didn't notice Chu Jingtian. When he became the usual Cold Cliffs, he immediately noticed the slight breathing sound behind the tree.
Chu Jingtian knew that he was discovered, so he quickly jumped out and waved his hands in panic, "It's me, it's me …"
Cold Cliffs's hands didn't stop. He didn't care who he was, and directly grabbed his throat. Chu Jingtian used his fingers as a sword, and pushed his hand away with the "entangle" formula. His other hand grasped his wrist tightly, and he explained as fast as he could, "Don't, don't do it. It's not good to disturb grandpa's sleep. I know it's my fault to eavesdrop, but I didn't mean to. Besides, we're all friends. It's okay to accidentally hear a little. "
During this period of time, he certainly knew how terrible it was when Cold Cliffs went crazy. The most important thing to do was to stabilize his emotions first.
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