Chapter 211 The God of War’s Son (1/2)

The sky still haven’t darkened, a shooting star suddenly fell down from the western sky. Chu CanMing stood up from a tree stump, knitted his brows as he looked at the west.

“You two, come over here.” He didn’t turn around, just shouted in a deep voice.

Chu JingTian and Leng Ya’s bodies were already drenched with sweat, hearing the shout, they simultaneously jumped out, then approached. While Chu JingTian was wiping off the sweat on his face, he was on his usual practice of reproaching Leng Ya in a low voice. Leng Ya did not say a word, just furrowed his brows and stared. He had arrived at the right place. For a short period of one and half months time, he felt a great progress. Although Chu CangMing was regarded as the God of Sword, yet he didn’t just teach sword skills. Chu JingTian’s cultivation was concentrated on the combination of sword light, sword spirit, sword patterns, and the “God of Sword Spells” with the boundless formidable power, and he…… Chu CangMing had told him that, he doesn’t need any style, as the style will greatly affect his innate skills. What he needed was merely the quick, accurate, fierce, and with one deadly hit, he would be able to hurt the part that he wanted to hurt, whoever it might be.

Although they were just three simple words, yet they had permitted him to fix his goal, and deeply understand the critical component of these three words.

The two of them stood side by side of the old man, looking at him with doubts. The old man shifted his gaze, stopping on Leng Ya’s face, then he said: “An old friend died, tired…… you may take your rest earlier.”

“Old friend?” Chu JingTian scratched his head, then he asked suspiciously: “Grandpa, did you also have an old friend? It’s strange, you’ve never leave this place, how did you come to know about the death of an old friend?”

The old man desolately sighed, almost blaming on the changeable affairs of life: “Feng ChaoYang, died.”

Leng Ya’s body went stiff.

“Oh! Feng ChaoYang? Ah? Feng ChaoYang!?” the insensitive Chu JingTian stared blankly for a while then ferociously responded, subconsciously he looked at Leng Ya beside him. Yet he saw his expression was as calm as ever, didn’t have any reaction that should have been there.

Chu JingTian touched his nose, then secretly said: “This man was indeed a lunatic, his father died yet he still didn’t have any decent reaction…… nevertheless his father was almost the same age as my own grandfather, also old friends, then that means I am one generation younger than him, this is not good…… not good!”

“You go ahead and take some rest, don’t disturb me.” The old man waved his hands weakly.

“That grandpa, Feng ChaoYang…… Ah no, Elder God of War, a person with such powerful might, who could be so powerful to be able to defeat him?” Chu JingTian couldn’t help but curiously asked.

Chu CangMing acted as if he didn’t hear what he had said, he sat down, closed his eyes, in a blink of an eye his breath was completely disappeared. This tree trump, was the place he used to sleep. And also a method to increase his cultivation. He was different from Feng ChaoYang who was protecting the Feng family, for more than ten years the God of Sword never exposed himself and he didn’t ever cease his cultivation process, currently no one had ever known the level of his own strength, even himself. Because it’s been a very long time since he had seriously took his fight.

Leng Ya turned around and left, returning to his own small hut…… That small hut, Ye Wuchen and Ning Xue had stayed there before, still having the moist ground surface, and the hard wooden bed.

Inviting a snub, Chu JingTian had no choice but to return to his own room, laid down on his solid bed, felt his own body almost wanted to fly upward because of the great comfort, closing his eyes for a brief moment, with “hoohoo” sound he had fallen into deep sleep, everyday he would leave this place very early under the pressure of his grandpa, gambling on his life as he practised sword skills, sleeping was his greatest pleasure.

During midnight, Chu JingTian was awakened by his urge to urinate as it disturbed his beautiful dream of making his way of success in the world outside, making friends with people of various regions, being highly respected for his chivalrous adventures, he half opened his eyes, mumbled some words indistinctly, then moving slowly as he stood up and headed outside.

Heading out of the hut, he proceeded a few steps ahead, a figure of a person emerged before his eyes, his mind immediately became wide-awake, opening wide his eyes as he looked at that person. By means of the vague moonlight, he saw that this person was clearly Leng Ya, this time, he was holding a long wooden tablet in his hands, his mouth was saying something in a low voice, his mind wandering, he didn’t notice the approach of an outsider.

Chu JingTian’s curiosity rise up, walking quietly on tiptoe he hid behind a huge tree, with rapt attention he listened cautiously to what he was saying.