Peach Blossom Island was in the middle of spring, and the flowers were all blooming.
The spring breeze of March carried a faint fragrance of flowers and danced slowly with the chirping of birds.
The small path between the rocks was filled with clear water and flowing springs. It was quiet and natural.
A strand of black hair fluttered in the wind, carrying a hint of coldness. The surroundings were silent.
The black thread was caught by a small hand that was as smooth as jade. It was gently stroked, and the black hair returned to its original position.
"Sigh! Tian 'er, don't fight with your father. After all, he is your father!"
His voice was a little desolate and sorrowful.
The black-haired man frowned slightly, and the silver-white flame between his brows seemed to be burning.
"Humph…" Royal Heaven snorted coldly and sneered,""Father, interesting. It was even more interesting to not fight. Mother, have you regretted it all these years?”
Beside him, the beautiful woman was stunned, and a trace of tears appeared in her eyes.
The stunning woman was Huang Rong. Huang Rong let out a long sigh, but she didn't know how to answer.
Huang Rong felt a little bitter in her heart and did not know how to answer.
Regret or not.
Royal turned around and looked at him coldly."With such an expression, there's no need to say it. Because I can see everything. The Song Dynasty was too conservative, and women were almost driven to their deaths. My mother endured for a few more years. He would wait for his son to be fully prepared before killing.”
His heart was cold and his eyes were filled with blood. A killing intent was already brewing.
With a wave of his sleeve, he swept up a three-foot-long peach blossom and strode forward.
Huang Rong let out a long sigh. Her beautiful eyes were filled with sadness as she followed Royal Heaven.
In a bamboo house, paintings and calligraphy floated in the air above the courtyard, and a huge aura erupted.
Three people. A burly man with thick eyebrows and dark skin looked like a farmer. An old man with pale silver hair, black beard, and gray skin looked very disgraceful. With his eyes closed, it was obvious that he was blind. A woman smiled and looked curious. She was only about ten years old.
Among the three of them, the girl was curious, the man was disgusted, and the blind man was cold.
As the two figures walked over, the three of them did not change their expressions as they looked at one person.
Royal! He had sharp eyebrows and black eyes. A cold light flashed in his eyes, like the cold wind in October. However, there was a hint of intelligence in his eyes. The corners of his mouth curled up, like a peerless man.
The burly man's eyes were filled with disgust, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a hint of reproach."Tian 'er, your mother is looking for you. Why are you so late!"
Yu Tian remained silent. His gaze was cold as he looked at the ethereal paintings in the hall.
"Hmph!" Blind snorted coldly and lowered the black staff in his hand."Your father is talking to you. Why aren't you answering?”
Royal glanced sideways and sneered. "I wonder why you called me here today. Could it be that you want to see me?" he asked coldly. I seem to understand that if you don't want to see me, I naturally don't want to see you.”
It was cold, mocking, and cold.
His words were like a cold and sharp sword light, piercing straight into the hearts of Guo Jing and Ke Zhen 'e.
Ke Zhen 'e swung his scepter again and shouted coldly,""Jing 'er, it's still up to you.”
Yu Tian was a little confused. He looked at Ke Zhenge with a puzzled look. Based on Royal's understanding of the original novel, Ke Zhenhe would definitely be furious and raise his black staff to hit him.
Little did he know that Ke Zhenge had let out a long sigh.
Guo Jing was deeply educated by the Confucians, and his Confucian etiquette was deeply rooted in his bones. He definitely didn't like or love a monster like Royal. Otherwise, he wouldn't have drowned Royal when he was born. During the Song Dynasty, it was considered unlucky for a baby to have a birthmark on his face. When Royal was born, his glabella had turned into a silver flame, and his lanugo was as cold as ice. Such a strange phenomenon must have disgusted Guo Jing from the bottom of his heart.
Ke Zhen evil, although stubborn. However, he was called a monster since he was young. His behavior was quite strange and he was not restricted by etiquette. For this reason, although he did not like Royal, he did not hate him to the point of killing him.
Royal seemed to have thought it through, and a hint of playfulness appeared in his cold eyes.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he looked at Guo Jing with disdain.
Guo Jing was the nominal father of Royal in this life. However, he had no connection to Royal. Back then, Royal had entered Huang Rong's body with his Bone Chilling Fire body and used Huang Rong's blood and Qi to transform into a human. In the end, Yu Tian was just Huang Rong's son and had nothing to do with Guo Jing.
At this moment, Royal's face was cold and his eyes were cold.
Guo Jing frowned in disgust. He waved his sleeve and shouted coldly,"Tian 'er, you are already ten years old. It was time to learn some martial arts. You can take this?"
As he spoke, Guo Jing casually threw out a book.
Royal caught it with his right hand and was furious.
He saw that the book was written with Taizu Changquan.
Taizu Long Fist had a long reputation. Although it was a simple fist technique, it was a fist technique created by Song Taizu. In the book << Heavenly Dragon Eight >>, this fist technique had reached perfection in Qiao Feng's hands. However, even with Qiao Feng's name, a simple fist was still a simple fist. In the Great Song, almost everyone knew a few moves. Such a fist technique was an insult to Royal.
"Humph!" Royal snorted coldly in his heart."Ancestral Founder's Long Fist, such a shallow fist technique. Although it was good to build a foundation, without the help of inner force cultivation methods, it was still the strength of the crops. Guo Jing, you deceived me like this. I will definitely repay you in the future.”
The corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile. As if mocking him, he waved his right hand and a red wind appeared. It turned into a breeze that carried traces of heat.
Fire Palm, a palm strike that produced wind pressure.
He rode to the sky and came out in anger. Heart fire, hand fire, fury. Killing intent, coldness, coldness. Even though the palm strike was like wind, it was like the wind of a volcano.
The wind blew and the book fell.
The book was burned and turned into ashes.
He flicked his sleeve, creating a strong wind. The flying ashes turned into a sword and stabbed at the burly man in front of him.
The Han Dynasty built a city called Jing.
Guo Jing's eyes were filled with disbelief. Who knew how many strands of his beard were broken. The corner of his mouth revealed anger.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the ashes slowly fell like peach blossoms in March.
Guo Jing had raised his right hand, but he slowly lowered it.
"Hmph!"
Royal harrumphed coldly, as if warning him. He turned around and left, releasing a long howl.
"The white wine has just ripened and returned to the mountains. The yellow chicken pecks the millet and is getting fat in autumn.
Call children to cook chicken and drink white wine, children sing and laugh, pull people's clothes.
Singing loudly to get drunk, I want to comfort myself, dancing to the setting sun to fight for glory.
It is not early to lobby thousands of chariots and horses, and to ride a horse and cross a long way.
The foolish woman of Kuaiji despises the minister, and I also leave my family and go west to Qin.
Looking up at the sky and laughing out of the door, how can we be people of Penghao?”
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