City: Cultivating Immortals for a Thousand Years, Returning to Be a Dad

The boy was dressed in blue, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and exuded a sharp sword spirit.

On the boy's back was a broken sword.

Although the boy was only five or six years old, he gave people a sense of vicissitudes.

He was like a young hero who had experienced thousands of sails.

"Xingchen, the sword you are carrying is broken, why are you still obsessed with it?" The old Taoist opened his eyes and looked at the blue-shirted boy in front of him and said.

"Grandpa, you don't understand." The blue-shirted boy shook his head and said lightly.

"Xingchen, why are you unwilling to learn my swordsmanship? You should know that there are only a handful of people in this world who can compare with the swordsmanship of my Xishu Xuanyang Sect. You are born with a sword heart, and you are a rare genius. If you are willing to study the swordsmanship of my Xuanyang Sect, you will be able to travel all over the nine provinces in the future." The old Taoist sighed and said.

"It's not that I don't want to, but this swordsmanship is really not in my eyes. I have my own swordsmanship." The blue-shirted boy said slowly.

His tone was very calm, but there was a hint of sadness.

"You always say that your swordsmanship is very good, but you have never been willing to show it to me. I wonder if you can show it to me when I am dying?" The old Taoist asked very weakly, his eyes dim.

Half a year ago, he picked up the little boy in front of him in a valley.

The little boy was covered in blood and scars, holding a broken sword in his arms.

He was dying and could die at any time. But even if he was about to die, he still did not forget to protect the sword in his arms.

So the old Taoist took the little boy in.

After waking up the little boy, the little boy told the old Taoist that his name was Xingchen.

And the old Taoist found that this little boy named Xingchen was born with a sword heart.

The old Taoist decided to teach him the Xuanyang Sect's unique skill "Xuanyang Sword Art" and accept him as a disciple.

However, Xingchen refused to become his disciple. He said that his master's swordsmanship was the strongest and he disdained to coexist with other sword-fighting fellows.

The old Taoist always regarded this as a joke.

How could a five or six-year-old child know what a powerful swordsmanship is?

And every time he wanted to see Xingchen's swordsmanship, Xingchen would always refuse.

Over time, the old Taoist was too lazy to persuade him. Anyway, this kid is gifted and will understand sooner or later.

But what he didn't expect was that when he went out this time, he actually encountered a powerful enemy and almost died.

In the end, he still tried to escape from the enemy by burning the secret method of life and exhausting all means.

But he paid a huge price for it and died soon.

He came back here, hoping that Xingchen could inherit the inheritance of Xuanyang Sect, otherwise, the inheritance of Xuanyang Sect for hundreds of years would be cut off in his hands.

Unfortunately, he was still ruthlessly rejected by Xingchen.

That's why he made this request. He wanted to see what kind of swordsmanship made Xingchen reject him again and again, otherwise he would not be willing to die.

Xingchen sighed softly.

Then he pulled out the broken sword from his back, pointed the tip of the sword at the old Taoist, and said two words in a cold tone: "Zhan Tian."

As soon as the blue-shirted boy finished speaking.

Buzz~~

The broken sword in the boy's hand shook violently, and a sharp buzzing sound burst out.

Then a supreme sword intent rose up and enveloped the entire Taoist temple.

The old Taoist felt a strong pressure descending on him, and he felt his breathing become rapid.

Then he saw a dazzling sword light rising into the sky!

Boom~~

A terrifying thunder roared!

A dazzling sword light cut through the sky and flew towards a mountain in the distance.

"So strong! Such a strong sword force!" The old Taoist muttered to himself in horror.

He had lived for nearly two hundred years, but this was the first time he saw a sword energy as powerful as a rainbow, like a meteor falling to the ground.

The power of this sword was so terrifying that it was enough to split mountains and overturn seas.

Boom~~

The towering mountain collapsed into powder in an instant!

Is this the sword formula of the master of Xingchen? No wonder Xingchen said that the world is so big that there are so many extraordinary swordsmen, but only his master's swordsmanship is the true essence of swordsmanship.

The old Taoist was deeply shocked!

When he saw the sword light, he suddenly understood many things.

But unfortunately, he is now dying, otherwise, his swordsmanship can be improved a lot.

Xingchen put away the broken sword and shook his head, seeming to be very dissatisfied with the sword he just used.

The old Taoist smiled bitterly when he saw this.

Just a casual swing had such a failure, and this little guy was still not satisfied. I really don't know how his master could defy the heaven!

"Ahem..."

The old Taoist coughed twice, and a streak of bright red flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Xingchen, I know you have an extraordinary background, and my Xuanyang Sect's swordsmanship is indeed not qualified to be in your eyes."

The old Taoist said with a wry smile. After seeing Xingchen's swordsmanship, he knew that his swordsmanship was indeed not in his eyes.

"I am now exhausted. Considering that I have taken care of you for half a year, can you help me find a successor?"

As he said, the old Taoist took out a yellowed ancient book and handed it to Xingchen.

"Don't worry, Grandpa, I will help you choose an excellent successor."

Xingchen took the yellowed ancient book handed over by the old Taoist.

"And I will help you get revenge, just wait." Xingchen promised solemnly.

Hearing this, the old Taoist laughed out loud, revealing a hint of relief, satisfaction, and relief in his laughter.

"Very good! I believe you! My Xuanyang Sect has a successor!" The old Taoist said excitedly with a flushed face.

"I have no regrets to see such a swordsmanship!" The old Taoist closed his eyes and said with a peaceful smile.

Then, the old Taoist's breath became weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.

After a moment of silence, Xingchen knelt on the ground and solemnly saluted: "Xingchen thanks Grandpa for taking care of you! Please rest in peace."

Xingchen buried the old Taoist directly under the welcoming pine. Because he didn't know the old Taoist's name, Xingchen directly found a piece of wood as a tombstone, and then engraved the four words Xuanyang Taoist.

After doing all this, Xingchen looked up at the moon sky and whispered: "Master, where are you?"

.......

In Baiyun Villa, An Ziping looked at the four pills floating in front of him and showed a satisfied smile.

Not long after the little girl killed the black-robed man and the mother and son, Li Ming and the police arrived.

Because Li Ming was there, the police were sent away directly.

After An Ziping asked Li Ming to arrange for someone to send the two little girls back to the kindergarten, he flew back home and continued to refine the pills.

After two hours of hard work, An Ziping finally refined two body-building pills and two marrow-cleansing pills.

Now, it is time to tell the parents about the matter and take them on the path of cultivation.