Chapter 495
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"If that's all, it's fine …"
Hearing Zhen Xiaoxiao's words, Cen Yuanqing's eyes dimmed.
What?
What could be worse?
"Before I came to the Elixir Beast Competition, my father said that a loving mother would spoil her son. He sent my mother out of the Divine Eagle Stream and said that I could not see her again before I became a famous swordsman in Dongling."
What … kind of crazy father was this?
Hearing Cen Yuanqing's words, Zhen Xiaoxiao's mouth opened into an 'O' shape.
This was definitely the last straw that broke the camel's back.
From Yuanqing's description of his life, it could be seen that he had deep feelings for his mother. She was the only warmth worth remembering in his boring life. Cen Yuanqing's father actually did such a cruel thing to force him to the peak of swordsmanship!
Cen Yuanqing had a mental breakdown.
"That's why I don't want to be manipulated by others anymore … Every time I want to pick up a sword, I will think of my father's hateful face. Damn it, damn it! I don't want to use a sword anymore! "
He looked at his trembling hands.
Cen Yuanqing's face was livid.
His many years of obedience and obedience had all transformed into his current rebellious madness.
Just as his pupils constricted, Zhen Xiaoxiao's slender and soft hand suddenly covered his palm.
"It's necessary to be filial to your parents. It's also necessary to be loyal to your heart. If you don't want to pick up a sword anymore, then don't. There are many weapons in the world that look good but are useless. If … you don't want to, you don't have to associate your precious heart with something bad. "
Cen Yuanqing was stunned and looked up.
Zhen Xiaoxiao was still talking.
"For many years, you have been repeating the same thing. It's very boring and boring. If you are forced to complete this boring practice, you will never be able to complete it."
"You must have had fun in the process and looked forward to the results."
He thought of Mo waving his sword in the bamboo forest.
Day after day.
His eyes, which were filled with determination, always flashed with a sparkling light.
Zhen Xiaoxiao sighed softly as she sensed this. "After eliminating all distractions, the only thing that can support us through this pain is none other than ourselves … the joy of being infatuated with the art."
A crack suddenly appeared in the darkness of his heart.
That was where the light came in.
Cen Yuanqing's Adam's apple bobbed, unable to express his current feelings.
His inner demons originated from his hatred towards his father.
However, his good friends from the same sect would at most sympathize with him and condemn his father's atrocities with him.
Only Zhen Xiaoxiao.
With a single glance, she could see through the deepest fear in his heart.
He actually lost the courage to hold his sword because of his cowardice!?
No!
Every time he wanted to pick up a weapon, the Nightmares that haunted him every night would turn into real demons and let out a stern and heartless roar like a father. He forced himself to flee far away.
"You are weak."
There was always a voice in his head.
It made him unwilling and afraid to face the truth. He indulged himself with every breath he took.
"You can walk out of it."
Now, Zhen Xiaoxiao's confident eyes suppressed the voice echoing in his head.
"I can?"
"Of course!"
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