As for the Ancestor, ultimately the Ancestor is just a Sixth Grade. If he can cultivate into Sixth Grade, he would not be lacking.
The fleeting reverence slowly eroded amidst the era’s turmoil, the surrounding peace, and the desire to grow stronger.
Yu Chaoyin looked scholarly, but so strange and gloomy thoughts began to grow in his heart.
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Splatter!
Splatter!
Splatter!!
Xiao Ping’an held the wooden blade, chopping diligently.
These days, his sister had been watching him practice sword skills, which made him feel very proud.
He was using actions to tell his sister that he...Li Ping’an, is not a crybaby!
Xiaozhao sat nearby, with her behind on a cold stone stool. Her little legs hung quietly, poised like a born maiden.
Her hair was exceptionally black, dark and shining, exhibiting a strange aura that could even cause a headache illusion if stared at too long.
It’s simple; she had suppressed the crows within her hair, like Aunt Feng’Er described. This thod of containing Yin Qi naturally made those with Yang Qi uncomfortable.
Two crows broke free from her long hair, perched on her shoulders, allowing her to see distant scenes clearly. Then she asked tenderly, "Little brother, what sword skill are you practicing?"
Xiao Ping’an raised his blade, swung it, and said proudly, "I am practicing the world’s strongest sword skill."
Xiaozhao asked, "What is the world’s strongest sword skill?"
Xiao Ping’an scratched his head and said, "Just the sword skill I am practicing."
After saying this, he exclaid "Hehe" and continued to swing his sword.
He swung his sword.
Xiaozhao watched him swing his sword.
She had been watching for several days, and the more she watched, the more boring it beca.
But father wanted her to be friends with her brother. Yet she always felt they couldn’t be friends; although they were close in blood, the aura on her brother...no...the aura on everyone made her feel foreign and uncomfortable.
Except for father and mother...
Except for Aunt Feng’Er, the sister selling rouge, and the big sister selling flowers outside the window.
Xiaozhao clenched her little fists and decided she would not give up easily; she would be a good friend with her brother.
Since watching was boring, let’s play together.
Tap...
The wooden tip of the crutch touched the ground.
Tap tap tap...
The girl, almost seven, walked steadily. Not only did she not wobble, she walked with poise, like a martial arts master.
"Ha, sister, do you want to duel ?"
Xiao Ping’an noticed his sister, who was a few days older than him, arriving. He raised his head, with a cocky look full of "asking for trouble."
"But I must warn you, I have been practicing the sword skill for quite so ti."
The little boy twisted his neck, showing a hint of dominance on his childish face.
Xiaozhao, with a crow squatting on her shoulder, raised the wooden crutch with one hand. She didn’t know why, but since she had suppressed the crows into her hair, her strength improved sowhat.
She shouted, "Co!"
Xiao Ping’an: ???
Then he realized that his sister ant "Co."
So, he pulled out the wooden blade and raised it high above his head...
Then...he didn’t lower the blade because the tip of the wooden crutch was already against his neck.
"The sword is raised too high." Xiaozhao kindly said.
Xiao Ping’an’s body froze, and the next mont, for so reason, his body twisted suddenly, like a willow leaf in the wind, slipping through beside the crutch’s tip incredibly.
It happened quickly and strangely, slipping away before Xiaozhao’s crutch even noticed.
After sliding past the crutch tip pointing at his throat, Xiao Ping’an floated and swayed forward nimbly, tripping over his own feet, stumbled, and fell flat on the stone-brick ground like he was eating dirt.
His body twitched a few tis, and then he began to cry.
Xiaozhao’s crutch hung mid-air. She tilted her head, stared with snow-white eyes, thought for a while, then squatted down and patted his head, saying, "Crybaby, stop crying."
Xiao Ping’an’s crying suddenly stopped, then resud as he wailed mournfully.
The little girl felt a bit unsure of what to do, while urgent footsteps sounded from afar.
Instinctively, the little girl wanted to run away.
As a kid, she understood little, but now...she only felt close to a few people, even the maid she saw daily was soone she didn’t want to encounter.
For so reason, she turned and ran.
When Xiaojie arrived, she only saw the little boy lying on the ground crying.
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...
"How’s it going with your brother?"
Deep within Ghost Street, in front of bright windows, a family of three gathered as usual.
"Pretty good."
Xiaozhao said.
After speaking, she snuggled against her father from the side, hugging his arm. This was her place.
Li Yuan said, "Still feeling lonely..."
"Not at all." The little girl tilted her face and smiled sweetly.
Li Yuan said, "Why don’t you go play with Sister Tang Nian? Your Sister Tang Nian is very lonely too."
"Okay." The little girl agreed.
While father and daughter were chatting, Lady Yan walked over from a short distance away, with her hands behind, and stood in front of Li Yuan. Then, "Whoosh" she revealed what was behind her back.
It was a wax-yellow leather bracelet.
Lady Yan sat beside Li Yuan and placed the bracelet in front of him with a smile.
Li Yuan took the bracelet, while the "Equipnt Bar" naturally showed a line of information: [Equipnt 6: Human Skin Handcuffs].
The young man’s expression shifted slightly.
Handcuffs?
He held the wax-yellow eerie leather bracelet, examining it repeatedly.
Aside from maintaining the usual cold, biting characteristics of Evil Ghost items, it was just a soft leather bracelet that didn’t appear to possess an arresting function.
"Sister Yan, is this a new rchandise?"
"Yes, sold for two cents."
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