Chapter 47 Goodbye
evening.

I love this riverside so much that I linger until the sun sets. I sleep on the yellow calf grass and sit on the white gull sand.

"grandfather!"

Widow Qing of Ba knew that the 10,000 taels of gold that she was going to give to Tianxuan had been snatched away by someone else. However, during this meeting, Tianxuan did not mention this matter, as if the 10,000 taels of gold that belonged to him had already fallen into his hands. Since Tianxuan did not mention it, Widow Qing would not make herself unhappy. After politely declining the requests of Widow Qing and Shopkeeper Li to stay, Tianxuan strolled under the deep night sky, step by step towards "home".

As we walked along, the streets of Xianyang were the same as before. Even though it was early summer, this city that seemed to be made of iron and blood was still filled with the chill brought by the war. It was no exaggeration to say that even a fat man who was most afraid of heat would still be terrified when he was here.

Walking along the familiar road, a sense of familiarity surged into Tianxuan's heart. Not long after, Tianxuan arrived at the gate of the courtyard, which had not changed at all. In an instant, deep longing emerged from Tianxuan's eyes, making him unable to help but call out.

"grandfather!"

"grandfather!"

……

Tianxuan had asked Shopkeeper Li about his grandfather, Old Cangtou, who was getting old but could still hold on for a while and had not moved away. But now he had not received a response, and a strong worry filled Tianxuan's heart, and he was afraid for the first time:

[Could it be that Grandpa has passed away? ]

"Little guy, you're back!"

He called out more than ten times, but still got no response from the old man. Just when Tianxuan was about to break the bolt with a palm, the old man's old but familiar voice finally came from inside.

creak!

Along with the sound, the door opened, and an old man with a lame right leg, who had not been seen for nearly two years and whose cheeks were covered with wrinkles that could kill a fly, appeared in front of Tianxuan.

"grandfather!"

Looking at the old man who seemed to have aged ten years despite having not seen him for only two years, Tianxuan felt a sense of bitterness in his heart and called out bitterly.

"I'm glad you're back!" Although the old man's eyes were blurry, he still recognized his adopted grandson who had returned in the dim night. A hint of relief emerged in the depths of his cloudy old eyes, and he spoke calmly.

Tianxuan stepped into the courtyard and looked around. As far as he could see, the furnishings in the yard had not changed. There was not even a layer of blue bricks covering the yellow soil, as if Tianxuan had not given hundreds of gold to the old Cangtou at all.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Tianxuan asked, puzzled.

The old man was leaning on a wooden cane and dragging his lame leg to a stone bench, where he sat down. "Are you wondering why I, an old man, am still living in such poverty when I have no money?"

"Yeah." Tianxuan nodded.

The old man's wrinkled face showed a carefree attitude of seeing through life and death: "Although I am not short of money, I am too old now. Even if I put good wine and good food in front of me, I can't taste them. Besides, you are running around all day. If I die one day and you are not around, it will be a trouble."

"So, I saved the money and told Old Li to send someone to see me every three days. If I die, the money will be my funeral expenses!" "Grandpa!" Tian Xuan's expression changed when he heard the old man's unlucky words. However, facing the old man's indifferent eyes that ignored life and death, he couldn't say the words of persuasion that were already on his lips.

"Alright." The old man waved his hand and passed over the incident. "Boy, you have been away from home for nearly two years after you became a disciple of a famous teacher. Now that you have finally returned home, don't you want to let me see your current abilities?"

Clang!
As he spoke, the old man took out the sword from a corner of the courtyard that he had intended to give to Tianxuan, but was rejected by Bei Mingzi, who said that the sword was too murderous and not conducive to Taoist practice.

The moment the three-foot-seven-inch precious sword left the scabbard, the melodious sound of the sword was agitated, and against the narrow environment of the courtyard, it continued and fell into Tianxuan's ears, like a dragon's roar. Immediately, the old man turned his skinny wrist, and the precious sword turned into a clear and flowing light, flying straight towards Tianxuan.

Looking at the precious sword coming towards him, Tianxuan stretched out his hand and caught it with his still tender hand.

With a knife in hand, murderous aura is condensed.

In an instant, Tianxuan, who was an indifferent and even fairy-like boy, turned into a demon boy who was indifferent to life and death and had murderous intent. Although the blade of the precious sword called "Crescent Moon" was almost as long as Tianxuan's height, he did not feel the slightest sense of disobedience when he held the handle of the sword.

"Two armies confront each other!"

“Show your brilliance!”

"Light cavalry out!"

……

Holding the hilt of the precious sword tightly, the fierce murderous aura created by the massacre of the village in the past seemed to finally find an outlet and gushed out from Tianxuan's body. Tianxuan used his tender body to perform the fierce sword technique taught to him by the old man, which was created by Wu'an Jun Baiqi - the Ten Styles of Bloody Battle.

Clang! Clang! Clang!
The blades whistled, and the blade shadows were numerous. Tianxuan had entered the state of separation and combination, and the fierce blade qi shot out, outlining overlapping blade shadows. The small body was hidden in the overlapping blade qi, appearing and disappearing from time to time. The clear and melodious blade chanting sounded endlessly in the courtyard, merging with the blade qi and blade shadows, as if a blade dragon formed by endless blade light appeared in this narrow place.

"Good, good, good!"

Although the old man was skilled in martial arts, what he had learned were only some battle formations and killing techniques. As his body aged, the martial arts honed on the battlefield inevitably went downhill. Therefore, even though Tian Xuan accidentally brought a wisp of innate energy while practicing martial arts, it still brought him a trace of pain when it fell on the old man's skin that had lost its luster and vitality.

However, facing the stinging pain on his skin, the old man was completely unaware of it and had no intention of dodging at all. He still sat on the stone bench, his cloudy old eyes wide open, his eyes never leaving Tianxuan's figure, and he kept saying the word "OK" three times.

"Evade the strong!"

"The king rules the world!"

……

Although Tianxuan had been in Mount Zhongnan for nearly two years, he majored in the cultivation of innate qi, as well as Tianzong's unique skills such as The Color of Heaven and Earth, Thousands of Rivers and Autumn Water, and Heart as Still Water. Under the guidance of Bei Mingzi and Chi Songzi, he combined the Misty Waves Palm taught by the Straw-Robed Guest with Tianzong's unique skills and comprehended the yet-to-be-completed Paiyun Palm.

However, Tianxuan had never given up the Bloody Battle Ten Styles, a set of battlefield swordsmanship. Thanks to his profound cultivation and broad vision, the power of the Bloody Battle Ten Styles in Tianxuan's hands far exceeded that of the founder, Old Cangtou. The last two styles came out together, and the overlapping sword energy first rotated to avoid, and then violently collided with one place, condensing into a lifelike pure sword shadow several feet long in the sky, which could fall at any time with the momentum of Pangu God creating the world, shattering the vast world. Several flying birds could not resist the leaking sword energy, and fell from the sky and smashed into meat sauce.

(End of this chapter)