This was a room with a red wall on the outside and a three-inch-thick stainless steel alloy on the inside, which looked quite sci-fi. p
The room was full of modern atmosphere. It was not luxurious but elegant and pleasant, with mahogany cabinets, fabric sofas, and shiny marble on the floor. p
There were dozens of framed calligraphy works hanging around the wall. Looking closely, the handwriting was magnificent and magnificent. Looking at the title, it turned out that they were all the works of the Great Ancestor. p
Some of them were incomplete, but they were also seriously framed. It could be seen that the paper was very uneven and had many wrinkles. Obviously, they were practice works made by Taizu on a whim. He crumpled them into a ball and threw them away, but someone picked them up and framed them here. It was obvious who this person was. p
Ding Ning looked at the damaged pieces with only a dozen or even a few words, but he was fascinated. It was as if he could see Taizu laughing at the heroes of the world under the protection of the Thirteen Iron Guards, strategizing, and winning the battle from thousands of miles away. p
A great man of a generation had created a world of peace with the body of a mere mortal. Even the talented Thirteen Guardians were loyal to him, using their own bodies to protect his safety at all times. p
Even the waste paper he used to practice calligraphy was collected like a treasure and hung here after careful framing. His respect and love could be seen by the sun and the moon. p
In the center of the central room hung Taizu's famous work, "Spring in Qin Garden, Snow". Carefully appreciating the famous sentence, "Unfortunately, the Qin Emperor and the Han Emperor are not as talented as the Tang Sect and the Song Emperor are not as talented as the Song Emperor, they are all in the past. Today is the time to count the great men!", Ding Ning felt Taizu's heroic spirit when he looked down on the world and pointed out the world. p
Ding Ning felt that his blood was surging, and he suddenly had the feeling of admiration that a man should have. He clenched his fists hard, only regretting that he was not born in that era of war, so that he could accompany Taizu to conquer the world and create a great cause of creation. p
"Young man, do you like this piece of calligraphy?" p
A slightly hoarse voice interrupted Ding Ning's reverie, and he could not help but nod. p
Then, he came to his senses and looked at the stalwart man who had appeared behind him out of nowhere. p
The man was dressed in an old black Chinese tunic suit, looking like a hot-blooded youth from the old days. His body was as straight as a sword, and he had a square face with sword-like eyebrows and tiger-like eyes, a straight nose, and a square mouth. p
He looked like he was only in his twenties or thirties, but his deep gaze made people feel that he was an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life. He had a sense of clarity that seemed to have seen through the world of mortals, making his age extremely vague. p
Ding Ning looked dazedly at him and suddenly bowed with folded fists: "This junior greets Elder Wu Hou!" p
"Oh, you know me?" p
The corners of Xiahou Weiyang's mouth curled up in a smile like a spring breeze, but his face was a little too pale. p
"I don't know him, but I have a good friend who uses his surname as his name and calls himself Xiahou. He looks somewhat similar to you, so I made a bold conjecture!" p
Ding Ning said expressionlessly. His tone was full of sarcasm. p
"You … What did you say? Where … where … where is he now? " p
Hearing this, Xiahou Weiyang's pale face suddenly turned abnormally red. His hands firmly grasped Ding Ning's wrist like iron pincers. His eyes were red and his voice trembled strongly. It could be seen how much impact Ding Ning's words had on him. p
Ding Ning was shocked. Although he had been on guard, he did not expect Xiahou Weiyang's speed to be so amazing. He just stretched out his hand and he had no room to dodge. His wrist was firmly grasped by Xiahou Weiyang and he could not break free even if he wanted to. p
"Quick, tell me, where … where is he now? How has he been all these years? " p
Xiahou Weiyang obviously knew about Xiahou's existence. This was related to the only bloodline of the Xiahou Family, so how could he not be emotional? p
"Ouch … It hurts. Be gentle. Let go of me." p
Ding Ning felt that his wrist was about to be broken by him. The muscles on his face twitched in pain and he shouted with a grimace. p
"Oh, sorry, sorry. I was too excited. I'm sorry." p
Xiahou Weiyang loosened his hands as if he had been electrocuted and apologized repeatedly. He did not have any majestic appearance of the Country Guarding Martial Marquis. p
Ding Ning sighed inwardly. "Brother Xiahou, I'm really sorry. I did it to save him. I think you won't blame me if you know." p
Immediately, he rubbed his numb wrist and said with a cold face, "Senior Wuhou, does it have anything to do with you whether he is well or not?" p
"Of course it has something to do with me. He is the only bloodline of the Xiahou Family … Does he still blame me?" p
The corner of Xiahou Weiyang's mouth twitched fiercely. He showed a painful expression and lowered his head dispiritedly. "I'm sorry for the Xiahou Family and him. It's reasonable for him to blame me." p
He knew Xiahou's resentment towards him. Ding Ning's performance largely represented Xiahou's attitude towards him. How could he not feel uncomfortable? p
Seeing that Xiahou Weiyang seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, Ding Ning had a trace of pity in his heart. But a serious illness needed strong medicine to cure. He had seen that Xiahou Weiyang's injury was extremely serious and even threatened his life. p
But his injury was not incurable. It was just that he had an inner demon. If he could not overcome the inner demon and get through this hurdle, even if Shennong came back to life, he could not be saved. p
There was no doubt that this inner demon was the disaster of the Xiahou Family. Especially, this disaster was caused by him. Even if he did it for the sake of the country, it was impossible to say that he had no guilt in his heart. p
However, he usually buried this sense of guilt in his heart and never showed it. As the Country Guarding Martial Marquis of Shenzhou Country and the Mansion Master of the National Warrior's Mansion, he had to suppress the invading Western martial artists. Internally, he had to fight with the restless Ancient Martial World and make them abide by the Peace Agreement. He also had to coordinate the disputes and fights between martial artists to maintain the peaceful environment in the country. p
Especially during the period when Xiang Tiange and Qu Wuyou were cultivating as Spiritual Masters, he could not count on anyone and could only support himself. At this time, the Xiahou Family was destroyed, which made him crazy with hatred. But he had to guard the National Warrior's Mansion for the sake of the overall situation. He could not even attend the funeral for his family and avenge them. Many people laughed at him for being heartless and heartless. They even said that he deserved to be a jinx. In this case, one could imagine the huge pressure in his heart. p
It was not until 23 years ago that Xiang Tiange and Qu Wuyou successfully came out of the closed-door training that he breathed a sigh of relief and was finally free to track down the murderer of the Xiahou Family. As a result, he did not find the murderer, but unexpectedly learned that one of the Xiahou Family's descendants was lucky to escape, which made him feel guilty and overjoyed. p
But just when he decided to find his lost great-grandson and protect him at all costs, Xiahou joined the Death Hunter Camp in order to become stronger and avenge his family. He had to fight for life and death, which made him unable to find him. p
Just when he finally found out that Xia Hou had become a mercenary abroad and was about to drop everything to look for him, he was unlucky enough to encounter an extremely strong enemy and was severely injured in just one move. p
People were always the most vulnerable when they were weak. The enemy's strength made Xiahou Weiyang's confidence suffer an unprecedented strong blow, which made him doubt his original choice for the first time in his life. p
If he died, Xiahou would have no one to protect him. Would he be hunted down by his enemies? If Xiahou also died, the Xiahou Family would really have no descendants, and he, Xiahou Weiyang, would be the sinner of the Xiahou Family. How could he face the ancestors of the Xiahou Family? p
Tortured by the injury, Xiahou Weiyang was thinking about all kinds of things. The guilt that he had forcibly suppressed in his heart finally broke out and turned into a demon in his heart, which he could not get rid of. p
As a result, the injury that he had tried so hard to suppress also worsened again and again. After more than 20 years, he still could not recover. In fact, the injury was not difficult to treat, but it was extremely difficult to deal with. p
Because the injury was not an ordinary injury, but the Broadsword Intent of a top sabersman who had understood the broadsword to the extreme. Because of his demon in his heart, he could not calm down to dissolve the Broadsword Intent or expel it from his body at the beginning. p
When he pulled himself together, it was already too late. The immortal Broadsword Intent actually used his Gang Qi as nourishment to constantly strengthen itself. In desperation, he could only drink poison to quench his thirst. He kept forcibly operating his Qi to suppress it, but he could not completely solve it. He had already expected his fate. Once the Broadsword Intent grew to a certain extent, it would definitely break out of his body, and that would be the time of his death. p
"He will definitely blame you. Put yourself in his shoes and think about it. Back then, Xia Hou was only three years old, but he saw the people closest to him being exterminated. To be honest, I'm secretly glad that he can live until now without any psychological problems." p
With a straight face, Ding Ning used strong medicine as if he were lecturing a child. He righteously reprimanded, "It sounds very noble to serve the country and the people, but how can the world be peaceful without sweeping a house? You are a dignified country Martial Marquis, but you can't even protect your own family. What qualifications do you have to talk about protecting the world? Is it fair to your family? Is it fair to Xiahou? Isn't Xiahou a citizen of Shenzhou Country? It is said that when a man achieves the Tao, his fowls and dogs will ascend to heaven. But how did the Xiahou family benefit from you? Not only did they not, but you also brought a great disaster to the Xiahou family. " p
"Yeah, what qualifications do I have to protect the common people? I can't even protect my own family. Xiahou Weiyang, oh Xiahou Weiyang, you think too highly of yourself and take it upon yourself to protect the common people, but you don't even understand such a simple truth. You're really a son, a husband, a relative. Dad, Mom, Big Brother, Third Brother, Xiu Er … I've implicated you all, boohoo …"
Xiahou Weiyang felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His eyes were dull and lifeless, and he muttered the names of his parents and family. Deep guilt and self-blame wrapped around him, and in the end, his face was already covered in tears, and he was in pain. p
"Brother Xiahou has been homeless since he was three years old. How did an orphan grow up in a cruel society? I don't think you can imagine it. For revenge, he would rather walk between life and death than ask for help from you, the country Martial Marquis. How much do you think he hates you?" p
Seeing that the strong medicine was not enough, Ding Ning immediately gave her another strong medicine. Although he did not want to do this, Xiahou Weiyang's injury had reached a point where it could not be delayed. He could only fight poison with poison and let the injury break out completely. Only then could he take the right medicine. p
No one knew how shocked he was at this moment, because the knife intent, the culprit who caused Xiahou Weiyang's injury to be slow to heal, gave him an extremely familiar feeling. p
He was sure that it was not an illusion. It was definitely the Broadsword Intent that was born after practicing the Cattle-butchering Skill to the extreme. This Broadsword Intent was extremely powerful, far beyond his realm. Even his father could not comprehend this kind of extreme Broadsword Intent at present. p
It was precisely because they were from the same origin that he had the idea of absorbing the broadsword intent into his body. If he could successfully absorb and comprehend it, this broadsword intent could help him push the cultivation of Cattle-butchering Skill to a new level. He could also use it as a life-saving trump card. p
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