The daily life of Dali Siqing

Chapter 236 Zhi Ruo's Life Experience

"Young hero...cough cough..." When the middle-aged man got excited, his meridians were severed, and his injury became more serious. Another mouthful of blood gushed out from his throat, and he was at a loss for recovery.

"Daddy! Huh..." The little girl on the side was obviously panicked, kneeling beside the middle-aged man, at a loss.

The middle-aged man glanced at the little girl, "I was pregnant with such a treasure and suffered such a catastrophe, and my family was ruined. I don't ask the young hero to avenge me, but... only my daughter, don't worry, cough cough... ...I also hope that Shaoxia can take care of my little girl after my death! I am willing to thank you with this sword!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man struggled to take out an ancient dagger from his waist, and handed it to Yang Qingyuan.

It is said to be a short sword, but it is actually only as long as a dagger.

"it is good!"

Yang Qingyuan knew that refusal at this moment would only make the middle-aged man uneasy after death, so he immediately agreed and took over the ancient dagger.

It seems that the daughter has entrusted her, and the worries in her heart are gone. On the face of the middle-aged man, the expression of pain is mixed with relief. His left hand trembled, and with all his strength, he stroked the hair of the little girl who was kneeling and crying.

"Live well."

The look in the eyes of the middle-aged man disappeared, and he lost his breath.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Although the little girl was still young, she knew at this moment that Daddy would never wake up again.

Yang Qingyuan and Yang Qingyuan stood quietly by the side, allowing the little girl to vent her sadness.

The little girl's tears kept falling, and after a quarter of an hour, it seemed that she couldn't cry anymore, and her voice became a little hoarse.

"Don't be sad!"

Yang Qingyuan took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to the little girl.

"It's better to let your father go to the ground first!"

The little girl took the handkerchief, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and nodded silently.

Yang Qingyuan found a ginkgo tree by the river as a sign.

At this time, Yang Qingyuan's internal strength of penance came into play. It doesn't matter if he doesn't have tools, but two palms blasted a big hole in the ground.

After burying the little girl's father, Yang Qingyuan also chipped a piece of wood and made a simple tombstone.

The words on the tombstone were carved by the little girl herself with a dagger.

The letter - the tomb of the late father Zhou Gongwang.
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"Afterwards, I followed Brother Qingyuan and Daoist Xiaomeng to Wudang Mountain, and then I was sent to Emei."

Originally, there was no Kun Dao in the Zhenwu Temple. After Xiaomeng returned to Tianrenzong, Kun Dao, who followed her to take care of her, also left. It is not appropriate to leave Zhou Zhiruo as a little girl in the Zhenwu Temple.

A flash of memory flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes. The events of those years still appeared in her dreams from time to time in the past eight years. Only when Yang Qingyuan finally appeared, could she sleep peacefully.

"When Xiaomeng and I rescued you, your father was already suffering from internal injuries, and the medicine stone ignored it."

At that time, although Yang Qingyuan only achieved great success in unblocking the meridians, he had mastered the Innate Promise Divine Art jointly deduced by Zhang Sanfeng and Daotong. Every day he used a ray of innate yin and yang qi as a guide to cultivate innate true qi.

It is not a master in terms of the amount of true qi, but in terms of its quality, it is rare in the world, especially in the treatment of internal injuries, it is unique and miraculous.

Even so, it can't save the injury of Broken Pulse Palm.

"Brother Qingyuan, can you tell me how my father died?!"

Yang Qingyuan was silent for a moment, Zhou Zhiruo had her own background, so he and Zhang Sanfeng didn't tell her back then, they only hoped that she could grow up simple and happy.

But the hatred of killing one's father and the hatred of destroying one's family, how can one just forget it? !

But Yang Qingyuan didn't intend to lie to her, she had an extraordinary background, even if Yang Qingyuan didn't tell her, she might be found by her father's old department in the future.Instead of hiding it, it is better to take the initiative to tell her.

"Your father died with a severed vein palm!"

"Broken Pulse Palm?!" Zhou Zhiruo had never heard of this name, but he knew it should be a sinister martial art.

While the two were talking, Yang Qingyuan had already led him out of his room.

It is not convenient for others to know what Yang Qingyuan said next.

"This martial art is extremely difficult to cultivate, and it is also a bit tasteless after it is practiced. Although it can break people's hearts, the effect is very slow, so there are not many people in the world who practice it. On the contrary, there are some practitioners in the Jinyiwei of the imperial court! "

"Jinyiwei?!"

Zhou Zhiruo was stunned, Jin Yiwei was the emperor's bodyguard, why did they come to hunt down their father and daughter?

Jin Yiwei is not only responsible for protecting the safety of the emperor, but also handles some shady troubles for the emperor when necessary.

At this time, the Broken Pulse Palm will come into play.

If the person who interrupted the pulse palm is not treated, he will surely die, and after his death, the palm print at the center of the palm will disappear immediately as the palm force dissipates, and the death of the deceased will become as if the blood is not smooth. That is, coronary heart disease. In general, if the chest is not opened, it is difficult to find out the cause of death.

It is simply a must-have martial art for killing people.

"Brother Qingyuan, you are an important member of the court, why did Jin Yiwei chase us down?!"

At this time, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were misty.

Yang Qingyuan sighed softly, walked to the side cabinet, and took out a small wooden box from it.

Yang Qingyuan took out an ancient dagger wrapped in cowhide.

"This is?!"

Zhou Zhiruo looked familiar at the dagger.

"This is a relic left by your father back then, and it's left to you!"

This short sword is not only a relic, but also a symbol of Zhou Zhiruo's status.

Yang Qingyuan drew out the dagger, spit out his true energy, the dagger that was originally dull and dull emitted a bright yellow light, and a three-foot sword gang appeared out of thin air on the dagger.

This sword gang is different from the parallel sword gang like Zhuo Bufan in Tianlong. In terms of the power displayed, it is still better than ordinary magic weapons, and can easily cut off Wudang's standard saber.

"Brother Qingyuan is really powerful, he used the three-foot sword in such an understatement."

Immediately, Yang Qingyuan withdrew his internal energy, and the sword gang disappeared, and then handed the dagger in his hand to Zhou Zhiruo, "You try?"

"Ah? Me?" Zhou Zhiruo was a little embarrassed. With her internal strength, she wouldn't react at all. Even if she was lucky enough to unleash the sword, one inch would be the limit, right?
Zhou Zhiruo bit the bullet and took the dagger, and the true energy of her whole body was injected into it, and an extremely sharp bright yellow three-foot sword gang appeared in front of her eyes.

"Brother Qingyuan, is this...?"

Zhou Zhiruo was at a loss for words for a moment, her family knew her family affairs, how could she trigger such a sword with her martial arts.

"This is the legendary divine weapon—the Consonance Sword!"

"Consonance——sword?!"

There are not many people in the world who can fully explain this matter, and Yang Qingyuan happens to be one of them, because he has a senior who personally participated in this matter.

This happened decades ago. At that time, when the former Qin Dynasty was overthrown and the lords separatist regimes, Dagan in the north and Jiannu took the opportunity to invade the south.

Countless people with lofty ideals rose up against the Yuan Dynasty, among them was the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)