The Legend of Futian

Chapter 1580 Xu Ping ‘an

    Chapter 1580 Xu Ping

    There’s an old house on the edge of Tin River City, small and some old.

    People around know that a couple and their daughter are living in this old house, that they’re old, that they’re hurt and that they haven’t recovered for years.

    The couple here is a person daughter, called Tsui Peace, some of whom are men’s names, and in terms of names, the couple wants nothing but daughter’s peace.

    At this point, however, there was a fighting outside the old house.

    the entire group was arrogant above the blank, looking at a woman who was shot in the front, who seemed to be 20 years old, and cultivation base King Horrealm, who was wearing Park, was still hard to hide.

    It’s hard to imagine that two old people in this old house can produce such a beautiful daughter.

    At this point, however, Xu Ping does not seem to be feeling well, and her lips are bleeding and shining on a beautiful face, but it is hard to imagine that such swords can be used to fight with a sword, a rusty sword, a bleak sword, no formidable power.

    “Seo Ping, can you lend us something or not?” The voice of a royal monarch, who is in the shape of his mid-life, for many years, is still king, but this realm may be good if it is in the Mortal World, but in the main city of the Tibetan River, it is definitely only marginal and cannot be on the floor.

    for many years now, he’s still in Wang’s home, breakthrough can’t be good, heart failure, innate talent, and now he’s forgotten that he can only live in the sky.

    He looked at Xu ‘an Peace, young, beautiful, innate talent, and he was well aware of each other’s detail, more than many people knew, and if, many years ago, he had no qualifications to look forward to.

    But now he’s holding it in his hand.

    “You plot against me?” Xu Ping ice-cold title.

    “What’s plot against, get something, don’t you have to pay it back?” Mid-year cold says that Tsui’s eyes are cold, but there are a few points of perseverance in his eyes.

    “If I can’t afford it, I’ll pay you back.” Medium-age calmness, footsteps forward, oppressing Tsui’s peace.

    “Roll.” Tsui’s eyes are cold, hearing her whispering in the middle of the year, then waving his hand, moving towards Tsui’s peace, and breathing on each other.

    “Peace, sword to them.” At this point, an old sound came out, Xu Ping turned his back, and two old men came out, talking to his father Xu Hao, with his hair full of wrinkles on his face, as if his eyes had been slight and less bright.

    However, looking at the contours on the face of the elderly, it is rare to see the handsome young, and even if it is so old, there is still the weather out of the ordinary.

    “Father.” Xu Ping looked back at his father.

    “Give them.” Xu Hao opened the mouth and said, Xu’s eyes were somewhat unstable.

    “The sword in her hand?” In the middle of the year, Tsui was swept with a rusty iron sword in his hand, blinking in his eyes.

    “Oldfellow, who are you bluffing?” Another man opened the mouth and said.

    “The sword I father left in the year, do you want, or not?” The old man said, “He heard his words in mid-year, a slight contraction of pupils, nodded and said,“ Yes. ”

    And his eyes also died staring at the sword, and there was a strong greed in his eyes.

    What can a beauty do compared to this sword?

    “Peace, give him.” The old man opened his mouth and Xu Ping’s arm was shaking, but when she saw father’s eyes, she threw the sword out, grabbed it for a second, and looked at the sword, although some of them were not clear, but turned it decisively, saying, “Go.” ”

    the entire group left quickly and even deliberately avoided people’s sight, but the sword in its hand was still in its hands and seemed to be trying to unravel the mystery of the sword.

    “Who?” When they walked into an alley, a dangerous breath came, and he looked up and asked, “tone barely fell, sword energy went straight through his throat, leaving a blood scar, not only for him, but also for others, that sword intent cut his throat directly, like a sword sword.

the

    entire group was open to fear and despair in its eyes, as if it were yet another feeling of grief, even death, without knowing how it died.

    A silhouette with a string clothing came this way, picking up rusty swords, holding hands tight, expression soldier, some red eyes, and a little shaky hands with swords.

    In the other direction, Xu ‘an and his parents returned to their old homes, Xu ‘an ‘an looked towards her parents, whispering: “daughter is powerless.”

    Xu Ho turned his back, and his old hands stretched out, shaking his pale cheeks, and said, “Dad was sorry for you, and wanted to drift down Bloodline for your grandfather, so he had you before your mother’s wounds had deteriorated completely, and it was a mistake to make you suffer, and father had killed you.”

    Old people have strong guilt in their eyes and tears in their eyes.

    “Mom and Dad, why don’t you go over all these years and they’ll keep an eye on us forever?” Xu Ping looks at the parents’ path.

    “Peace, many things seem to be accidental and inevitable, and our family has only sought to survive, and problems continue to persist and cannot be lost.”

    Xu Ping’s head is so low that, indeed, their families have never been out of trouble in these years.

    “Why don’t you go begging his old man?” Xu Ping, lower your voice.

    “It’s useless, it’s all Chinese, it’s worse if you go to his old man’s house.” The old man shakes his head, his heart hurts, watching his daughter grow powerless.

    Xu Ping and innate talent are well known. Such an age would have been the best years, and they would have stopped thinking about how to live.

    He’s sorry for his daughter.

    Tsui’s peace is also on the verge, and beautiful eyes have no other older person’s innocence, only pain, and strength, and sorrow herself that she can’t change anything and protect Father Mother.

    “Father, it’s okay, whatever it is, we’re all together.” Tsui Ping lifted his head and smiled, particularly bright.

    “Well.” Xu Ho weighed nodded, he held his daughter, looked towards the dome, and he showed a smile in his eyes.

    But if he’s gonna complain about what happened that year, he won’t, that’s father’s choice.

    “Who?”

    It was at this point that Tsui’s peace beautiful eyes blinked by a cold flash, and she turned around and saw a silhouette walk into the mansion, and Tsui’s face was slightly pale and came in and found out.

She

    turned her back, she was breathing on the throne of the King, and she blinked in her eyes, so she wouldn’t let them go?

    It was only in the clothing that it appeared very ordinary, with a rusty iron sword in its hand, a sword from Tsui Ping.

    “Who are you?” Xu Ping asked.

    And he was taken from the midst, and he watched Shu ‘an’s peace, with mercy and moderation in his eyes, and made Xu ‘an clear his color, and he did not seem to be malicious.

    Old man Xu Ho looked at that middle year silhouette, and his body was trembling and wiped his eyes, like I couldn’t believe it.

    And (O Muhammad SAW), there is no human being but Himself.

    He moved away from Shu ‘an’s sight and came straight to the old man, looking at the old, extremely tall color, full of wrinkles and dead on his body.

    The eyes are red, and hands stretch out tightly on the shoulders of the old man, trembling and lowly shouting: “Holy.” ”

    The old man is also trembling, with tears flowing out of his eyes, and so is the old man with little head tears.

    Xu Ping is looking at this scene.

    Who is he?

    “Martial Uncle…” The old man trembled and shouted.

    “Martial Uncle.” And the old man, next to him, raised his tears and shouted.

    And the eyes of the unseen fell down with tears, and he thought that he would not be able to cry.

    Remote thinking, how can two young people be able to withstand the erosion of their years of age, who are now old and abandoned?

    “I thought you all passed away, Martial Uncle. I’m sorry.” Chi Hyun hug the old man gently, only feeling the pain of the cone.

    He’s sorry for too many people, too many of them at that time because of what happened to him.

    He did not want to, but he did.

    “Martial Uncle is alive and why come back.” The old man said, “He looked at him, and he looked behind him.”

    “Some things don’t go wrong.” He thought he’d stay away all his life, but because Ye Futian had changed his life track, he went to Paragon.

    Now, it’s time to let go.

    There are things that have to be done.

    “Peace, come and see Martial Uncle.” The old man’s eyes on Xu ‘an ‘an ‘an, before he reached Tsui ‘an, were full of compassion, but it was very painful.

    He thought of Fischer, whose life before Fischer was extremely bleak, but he did not think that Su’s peace was here, and that she was still such a young man, bearing the burden of being unbearable.

    “Martial Uncle.” Xu Ping shouted.

    He stretched the hand of Xu Ping, put the sword back in her hand, whispering: “This is your grandfather’s sword, and you granddad used to say,” Wash the lead to be eligible to use the sword, and you granddad was a good man, a sword, a gentleman of the sword, first sword guest. ”

    Put the sword in Xu ‘an’s palm, and Tsui Tsui Tsui turned around to the dome, kneeling on the ground, three times prostrating, as if there was a swordsman silhouette on the dome.

    “Big Senior Brother, Junior Brother came back to see you.”

The

    sound of Tsui Tsui is filled with sadness, and the sight of Tsui ‘an in the vicinity has also shed tears.

She

    was humble throughout her life, but she granddad, born a swordsman, a well-recognized Sword Monarch, first sword.

    Although, she never looked at her granddad!

    (This chapter is over)