40. Before a Sword, After a Sword

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The evening breeze blew through the night forest, bringing a bit of coolness.

The night and day of Wanyu Kingdom are like a young girl. The passion of the day and the softness of the night are both fascinating.

At night when everyone was busy, the fourth young master of the Luo family just sat silently next to a carriage.

This wasn't the first night like this. Since the emperor summoned him, Luo Siming has been guarding the carriage where Luo Ming is sitting every night.

But he just stood there and said nothing. The two father and son remained speechless until dawn.

Speaking of which, Luo Siming was originally responsible for commanding the team, but now he is doing nothing.

I just stay by the carriage every day, and from time to time I deliver meals to Tang Ye, who is riding in the carriage with his father, and occasionally chat. Otherwise, he would just sit beside the carriage, find some random pieces of wood and carve them into sculptures with a knife, talking to himself while carving, or he could just hum a few songs to relieve boredom, which was quite enjoyable. Wood carving is a task for children in Luojian Villa to practice holding a sword steadily, and every disciple in the sword room has done it. Luo Siming has not touched him for more than ten years. Now his swordsmanship and martial arts are getting better and better, and his wood carvings are more exquisite than before, but they are not as simple and cute as before.

Next to him, Long Zaitian rubbed his palms in a pretentious manner, eagerly waiting for the sweet potatoes roasted for the emperor to be heated. The emperor on the other side was sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Ever since Bodhi Abulus was injured one day, the emperor has been staying here every night. It seems that he is worried about the future trend.

Luo Siming smiled and shook his head, continuing to add firewood to the bonfire. The night is still long, and this little firewood is not enough to burn it.

Staring at the flaming bonfire, Luo Siming touched a long piece of wood and wondered what he should carve now, thinking about it in silence.

In the past few days, he was gradually able to recall his childhood. Mouth F Mu Xiaoguang

Having been the young head of the Luo family for ten years, the burdens on his shoulders are getting heavier day by day. He rarely has the opportunity to indulge himself in this way and not think about anything. Don't think about the Luojian Villa that has been passed down by our ancestors for thousands of years, or the father who has never recovered from the pain.

It was a rare opportunity for him to be himself.

This brings back many memories from my youth. The fourth young master of the Luo family was not born to be a gentle and handsome young man. When he was young, he was also naughty and mischievous. He climbed on the roof and went into the well, and dug out the excrement to make sesame cakes. He was also a naughty boy in the Luo family who could not stop.

Yao remembers that at that time, she was most afraid of her father being angry. When she was afraid, she would hide behind her mother. The proud and confident Heavenly Sword in the arena is a paper tiger who cannot bear evil in front of his beloved wife. There was never a time when he was not defeated by his mother's charming glare.

Later, one time, Xiao Siming got into trouble again. Luo Ming, who lives alone in the same house, is not even seen. He cried at the door of the room until his throat became hoarse, but he didn't even come out.

But no one had the heart to blame his father, including his second uncle, who had always been upright and fierce. At that time, he just patted little Siming on the head and said silently: "I can't blame him.

After my mother died, my father seemed to be a different person. He no longer cares about justice in the world, nor does he care about the swords he forged, as if everything he valued in the past is no longer important. The most famous swordsmith and swordsman who was born in the world can be said to be unparalleled. The genius swordsman may have given up on his swordsmanship at that time.

All he was doing was trying to make arrangements to leave a future that seemed as bright as possible to his children.

There are always people who hope that he can crawl out of the mud and firmly believe that he can do it. The process may be difficult, and it may take five or ten years, but he can always get through it. He was the hope and salvation of so many people.

But this return period is far beyond everyone’s imagination and patience. The southern expedition that many people regarded as symbolizing the return of the Heavenly Sword failed to bring back an unparalleled edge. On the contrary, it made him lose more and became the beginning of his complete degeneration.

Others always think that Sky Sword Luo Ming is a swordsman who is dedicated to swordsmanship, and his commensurate swordsmanship is the best proof. But when Luo Siming thought about it carefully, he felt that this was not the case.

He may be very talented in swordsmanship, and he has higher and stricter requirements for swords than others, because he shoulders the mission of the entire family.

But Luo Siming believed that his swordsmanship was definitely not as aloof and aloof as the world thought, nor was it even the exquisite swordsmanship that penetrated the principles of heaven and earth that he himself pursued.

He felt that his sword was extremely emotional.

In his mind, he remembered how his father taught him step by step how to make his first sword. When his mother was making trouble around him, he seemed to be angry but couldn't help laughing.

My hands moved unconsciously and I started today's carving. He was so focused that he didn't even notice that the emperor and the others had left.

The shape of the long wood in his hand gradually changed, and bit by bit it became what he remembered.

That's a sword.

It was very similar to the first sword that his father taught him to forge. It was nothing special, but he had never forgotten it.

"father.

Somehow, Luo Siming spoke unknowingly. He whispered to the sky.

"I miss my mother.

Before the words stopped, the crowd retreated back like a tide. The gesture of escaping is close to panic, which should not happen to them. The way they ran away seemed to be struggling to escape some kind of despair.

Soon, ‘Despair’ revealed its true identity.

It was a huge and ferocious python that had never been seen before and had never even been thought of. It's cruising along the road, and it seems that for it, it's still

A fairly slow walk. But it has left a messy pit on the road, driving everyone to escape desperately.

But the most eye-catching thing is still the unchanging smile under its huge yellow eyes. Just by looking at it, it seems that it has lost the strength to escape.

"Leave quickly! This is a vicious beast!"

Sima Huai's voice reached his ears from a distance. He couldn't maintain the calmness he should have. In other words, at this time, being unable to calm down is the most appropriate situation.

It wasn't that Luo Siming didn't want to leave.

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But he couldn't leave.

Behind this, there is someone he can't let go of

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But the smiling ferocious beast showed no mercy at all. It maintained its momentum as if it were driving away all things. No one doubted that Luo Siming, who was hit by it, would end up with the same fate as the mud at his feet.

Until a sword energy exploded in the snake's head!

The collision of the two forces shattered the air layer, causing ripples in the surrounding atmosphere. Wherever the 'ripples' hit, trees were broken and rocks were broken, and the impact was so powerful that it was unimaginable.

But what was even more difficult to imagine was that the ferocious beast actually stopped.

Many people don't know it now.

Ten years ago, there was a sword like this that forced back the most ferocious beast in the world.

Ten years later, it was still the same person who faced him with one sword.

The difference is that this time he is holding a wooden sword.

The man who was silently facing the ferocious beast turned his back to his son and whispered.

"Idiot."

Luo Siming's eyes overflowed with tears.

The man holding the sword was exactly the same as his son, with tears streaming down his face.

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