People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 931 Asking the Sword

Qiu Bai held the sword, motionless as he was about to draw it.

She should have already ingrained this action into her bones. This should not be an action that can be completed by thinking.

But this time, she couldn't find a reason to draw her sword.

"The Grand Master is about to step down and leave Yumen."

Qiu Bai's hands trembled slightly.

"He killed my father. I went through so many hardships to find Yumen just to avenge my father."

Qiu Bai closed his eyes in pain.

"Now is my last chance for revenge."

Qiu Bai clenched his teeth, his muscles tensed, and even a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But she just couldn't draw the sword.

A soft sigh, like a sob, came from Qiu Bai's lips.

"Father……"

She opened her eyes again and looked at the familiar training ground. Every blade of grass and every tree here had already been deeply engraved in her memory.

But another memory that had been buried for a long time gradually came back to his mind. Those memories had even faded away long ago. Only some vague feelings and emotions that were always so clear were intertwined and echoed in Qiu Bai's mind.

When I was a child, my father always went out to work with a group of uncles, and when he came back, he would buy me lots of toys.

It’s just that those toys are sometimes a bit strange and not the type I want.

But Qiu Bai can still clearly recall the feeling of joy.

Later, my father seemed to be in some trouble and always quarreled with my mother behind his back.

There seemed to be some disagreement between my father and mother, but in the end my mother failed to convince my father.

Qiu Bai still remembers the panic she felt during that time when she overheard her parents arguing.

Until that day, Qiu Bai never saw his father come back.

She only remembered that a figure with a large number of people in armor came by boat and blocked her door, taking her father and uncles away from her life forever.

Only she was sent out by her mother and escaped from her home.

"No...no..."

Qiu Bai took a deep breath and said, "I actually already knew it. I have understood what it is over the years."

In the faded memories, the mottled colors return.

When my father came back from outside, his clothes were glaringly red, but he was rarely injured, so the blood was not his.

There was always some unpleasant smell on the uncles' bodies. Later she found out that it was the smell of blood.

The toys she received often showed obvious signs of use, and not all of them were bought by her father.

"Water bandits..."

Qiu Bai gave a miserable smile that was uglier than crying.

"But he is my father..."

The shouts and screams of Chongyue crossing the river to wipe out the bandits are still echoing in Qiu Bai's ears.

With a heart full of hatred, she insisted on chasing from the east of Yan Country to the west, and finally saw the figure who made her lose her home again in Yumen.

But she knew that she could not defeat that figure with her strength alone, but she still stood in front of Zhongyue.

But she didn't understand why that figure had such a gentle attitude and such sad eyes, and after guessing her life experience, he kept her by his side and taught her martial arts without reservation.

Is it because the other party knows that she is just an ordinary woman and no matter how much she practices, she will never be able to defeat herself?

This is true, but Qiu Bai knows that the other party has never considered this.

Why would Zhongyue keep a malicious person like her by his side?

"Sister."

A gentle young boy's voice interrupted Qiu Bai's thoughts.

Qiu Bai turned around and found that a handsome young man with white hair appeared behind him, holding a notebook in his hand, as if he was about to write something down.

"Why are you here?" Qiu Bai put away his stance.

The young man smiled gently: "Originally, I wanted to record Senior Sister's daily practice. This is my duty as a military recorder, but Senior Sister seems to be worried today?"

Qiu Bai responded softly, not planning to talk more about this.

The boy did not argue and said, "The teacher is back."

"Well... where is he?" Qiu Bai asked absentmindedly.

"He went to change his clothes. He said he wanted to change into training clothes and then come back to see you."

Qiu Bai was stunned.

Before she could react, Zhong Yue, dressed in training clothes, appeared in her sight and walked towards her step by step from the gate of the martial arts arena.

The young man stepped aside silently, then put away the notebook he was carrying, took a deep look at the master and disciple on the martial arts field, turned around and left the scene.

In the martial arts arena, both the master and the disciple were silent.

In the end, it was Zhongyue who took the initiative to break the silence and said softly:

"There seems to be something wrong with your sword."

"…The problem is mine." Qiu Bai shook his head.

"Can you still draw your sword?"

"to you?"

"It will be all right."

Zhongyue's expression was still gentle, without any harshness or coercion.

But Qiu Bai felt an inexplicable pressure.

Not from Zhongyue, but from herself.

The more forthright Zhongyue behaved, the more difficult it was for her to overcome the hurdle in her heart.

The hatred for her father's murder was like a thorn in her throat, but what if her father was a notorious pirate, a villain that even she could not accept after she grew up?

Qiu Bai learned swordsmanship in order to seek revenge.

But now she couldn't even draw her sword.

"Qiu Bai, I'm not good at speaking." Zhong Yue said regretfully, "In this situation, I can't think of a way to help you like Lao Liyi or Qi Yan, and I can't even solve the problem with absolute rationality like Taifu or Duke Wei.

But I’m here, at least I’m here now.”

Qiu Bai was silent.

She looked down at the sword in her hand, her expression a little dazed, and memories emerged in her mind again.

This time, the scene in her memory was the past when Zhongyue concealed his identity from others, kept her by his side, and taught her swordsmanship.

Qiu Bai suddenly smiled: "Actually, when I think back, apart from teaching me how to get started and laying the foundation, you didn't teach me much afterwards."

"But you've made rapid progress. Not only do you have talent, you also have a tenacity that ordinary people can't match." Zhongyue praised earnestly, "You've learned more on your own than I've taught you."

"You know who I am, and you know why I came to you."

"know."

"...I mean, you know I want to avenge my father, I want to kill you."

"……Know."

The master and disciple fell silent again.

The next second, the sound of a sword being slowly pulled out of its scabbard was heard in the training ground.

Qiu Bai moved slowly but firmly, drawing his sword, getting into position, and pointing the tip of the sword at the man in front of him.

Zhong Yue put one hand behind his back and stretched out the other hand slightly, indicating that Qiu Bai could draw his sword at any time.

The wind blew from afar, and a small animal in the sky above the martial arts field spread its wings and landed on the courtyard wall to tidy up its feathers.

After resting for a while, the little beast flapped its wings and flew into the sky again without hesitation.

The sword flashed, and the sharp sword flashed with a cold light and pierced towards Zhongyue.

Before the sword arrived, the sword energy came first, causing the hair on Zhongyue's forehead to flutter. Zhongyue did not dodge, but silently watched as the sword that stabbed in front of his eyes suddenly changed direction, was thrown high into the air, and landed in the canal outside the martial arts field.

Qiu Bai was almost injured because of the inertia of forcibly restraining his strength. His breath became disordered, not as carefree as usual, and even a little embarrassed.

But her expression was relieved.

"This sword can't kill you."

"……Um."

Qiu Bai raised her head slightly, looking at the person in front of her whose posture was still upright and whose expression was no different from usual. She felt no joy in her heart... but no hatred either.

"My sword knows me better than I know myself." Qiu Bai whispered, "It knows why I should draw my sword."

Zhongyue asked, "Do you know it yourself?"

"It's not clear yet, but I know one other thing."

"what?"

Qiu Bai calmed his disordered breath, turned around to pick up his sword, and said without looking back:

"Hatred is not worth drawing my sword."

When Qiu Bai picked up her sword from the canal, she looked back and found that Zhong Yue was still standing there, with a look of ease that she could not understand.

"You seem to have something else to say." Qiu Bai took the initiative to speak.

"I haven't really taught you much over the years. Your progress to where you are today is largely due to your own understanding."

The smile on Zhongyue's face was a little sad: "In fact, in terms of comprehension, I am not as good as you, or even many people. You are going through a bottleneck now. I can accompany you, but I can't help you.

Do you want to really know why you should draw your sword?"

"What do you want to say?"

"Go find Qi Yan. He always gives unexpected but effective answers."