Introduction

For two thousand years, the top of Kunlun Mountain has been rare and no one cares about it!

Someone once described the danger on the top of Kunlun Mountain, and found a poem saying: Whispers shocked the sky, and elegy made the song of the moon.

Sitting beside the floating clouds, running away beside the horse boots.

However, it was this deserted and misty mountain top that suddenly stood up a simple wooden house, breaking the peace that has been there for two thousand years.

At a quiet dusk, a quiet wooden house, a quiet family of three, silently gazing at the palace under the sky that let them taste all the joys and sorrows.

I am hiding my son, are you lazy in your training tasks today?

Junwei and bright husband, his eyes are dark and deep, as if he is indelible and sad.

On his face, which still looks young, there seems to be countless grief suppressing.

The black hair was originally covered with vicissitudes of life on both temples... What exactly is the reason why this blue-shaped man, who is only 30 years old, looks so old?

The wife next to her is as gentle and elegant as ever, with her unparalleled and beautiful face with a drifting and outspoken taste. Her mature and moving charm contains the holiness and youth that should not belong to a woman.

She seems to be only in her twenties, but she has the charm that a woman in her thirties or forties cannot hide... She sits gently beside her husband, staring at the young man who is more than ten years younger than her without any pretentiousness, her heart full of joy and tenderness of survival after the disaster.

In front of them, a 10-year-old boy was having fun, and his innocence in ignorance reflected the rare happiness of the couple.

Hearing his father's majestic question, the little boy looked serious and shook his head like an old master and said: After memorizing the thirty-two chapters of "Taixue Sutra", the first three styles of "Jiandao" were basically proficient in the last three styles, and I practiced ninety-nine or eighty-one times... Daddy, don't scold He'er, He'er has been practicing very carefully, but unfortunately, I can't practice this last style well...

The little boy's words made the young man confused.

Once upon a time, I was under the supervision of my master... I don’t know how many days and nights I practiced this last move... Things change, people die, and those who die will always sleep in someone’s heart; while those who are alive still have to endure the heart-wrenching torture...

Without receiving the father's forgiveness, the little boy's beautiful and eccentric little face immediately stepped down, with innocent and tender eyes, but he looked at his extremely loving mother with pleading in his eyes.

The gentle woman shook her head gently, without making a sound, but instead used her eyes to signal the child not to disturb her father's contemplation...

Too much is too little... That's right, too much is too little too little!

The man seemed to have figured out something, muttering to himself, his expression suddenly became excited, and murmured, Why haven’t I thought about this problem thoroughly?In this world, whether it is literary attack or martial arts reading... or love or hatred... too much is as bad as Ah!

The gentle woman seemed to understand the man's thoughts, sighed softly with relief, staring at her beloved man with joy and appreciation. It is almost certain that from this moment on, the life of the family will be more fulfilling and happy; only the young child kept scratching his little head, but he couldn't figure out what his father was saying?

hehe!

The man smiled like a sunny smile, looked at his beloved only son and said softly, "My son has worked very hard, and I won't blame you for your father."Come on, let Dad tell you a story, a double-edged sword!

The little boy was extremely excited, and he screamed, and his eyes naturally fell on the scabbard of the ancient sword that his father regarded as a treasure.

How many times did I want to get this sword, but my father refused on the grounds that he was young and said that when he was eighteen, he would pass it on to him.

Now, I finally have the chance to hear the story of this sword.

Very good!Daddy.Talk quickly, He’er likes to listen to his father’s stories the most...especially the story of this sword!

The man smiled bitterly and shook his head without explaining too much. The child was still young and still couldn't understand what he meant.

Sometimes, love between men and women is also a double-edged sword!