C107 Goodbye to Jian Hun (2/2)
”As long as you're safe, all is well …” He was so excited that all that remained of his broken sword was the muttering from his mouth. Suddenly, he sensed that something was amiss, ”Where is your brother Li Gute?”
Chang Jing took a deep breath and recounted the whole story as if risking everything she had. He didn't want to hide anything from her grandfather.
The broken sword almost couldn't stand still and fell to the ground after receiving the news of Li Gute's death. The sadness in its heart spread and turned into scalding tears.
Although he himself had wanted to kill the evil Li Gute more than once, he was still his own biological grandson. To suddenly receive such grievous news, how could this not make an old man's heart ache? A white-haired man giving away a black-haired man is always heartbreaking!
forced out a smile and said, ”You are tired too, go back and rest.”
”What about you?”
”Go, I'm fine …” All of you can go back now. ” The broken sword weakly waved its hand, lowering its head.
Chang Jing had no choice but to return to microsporium with a group of servants surrounding him.
As for the broken sword, after Chang Jing and the others left, a person walked into Jian Hun's Heavenly Palace, the place which had once buried his previous ancestors and killed his own grandson today …
In the next few days, Chang Jing would practice the mental cultivation method recorded in the [Demon God Seal] twice. Although his progress was minuscule, practicing martial arts was not something that could be accomplished overnight, so he felt relieved. As the Broken Sword had locked himself in his room ever since he returned from the Heaven Palace, Chang Jing, who had nothing to do, temporarily stopped her training and forging. She focused all her time on meditating and communicating with You Ying. Old Mistress also came here a few times, but she always left after saying a few words. After returning on the fourth day, he was obsessed with casting. When he heard the news of her son's death, he even laughed a few times. However, from then on, many of the servants near his residence could hear the heart-wrenching cries.
In a blink of an eye, Chang Jing had already stayed in the Jian Hun Family for more than a month.
On this day, the broken sword called him to his room for the first time ever.
The broken sword obviously looked a lot older than before, although he tried his best to keep a smile on his face when he saw Chang Jing, but that sadness in his heart would always unknowingly surface, causing Chang Jing's heart to ache.
”Your father sent a letter, telling you to meet your grandfather in Rose Family.”
”I... When do I leave? ”
”Let's set off tomorrow. Even though we're both at Wind Moon City, there's still a day's journey between the north and south. I also heard that a group of martial arts experts from outside the city are rushing to the north. You have to be careful on the way. ” The broken sword took out an ancient jade pendant from his waist and handed it over to Chang Jing, ”This jade pendant was given to me by my father, I can guarantee your safety. Today, I'll pass it on to you, hoping that you'll be safe and sound! ”
This was a piece of warm jade. When Chang Jing held it in her hand, she felt as if there was a warm current flowing into her body.
”Grandfather, you have to take care of your body as well.”
There was no awkwardness between the grandfather and grandson. If there was, embarrassment should be called pain.
The next day, after Chang Jing bid farewell to her grandmother and uncles, she got on the horse carriage and set off in the direction of Rose Family, because yesterday the broken sword told him that she was going to go into closed door cultivation for a month.
Chang Jing touched the jade pendant around her neck and sighed.
”I hope that Grandpa has already forgiven me the next time we meet. Will my parents in Rose Family blame me too? ”
”Young Master, should we buy something here?” the coachman in the front seat asked from outside.
”No, keep heading north. We need to hurry to Rose Family!”