Chapter 1444 - 348: Good!_3

Chapter 1444: Chapter 348: Good!_3

Is there anything more blissful than a life both leisurely and safe, which also aids in cultivation?

At this moment,

the Sword Saint walked in from outside.

Tian Tian recognized the Sword Saint, as he would occasionally come to see him.

Tian Tian stood up, patted his own backside, and raised his chubby little hand:

"Hug..."

The Sword Saint bent down and picked Tian Tian up.

To be honest,

Liu Dahu was my stepson, and by the time I was with his mother, Liu Dahu was old enough to remember things.

But Tian Tian, I had held him ever since he was just born and carried him while traveling eastward.

By that measure, this child should be even closer to me.

"Tian Wujing is such a distant person, yet his son is lively and adorable."

The Sword Saint tossed Tian Tian into the air, Longyuan flew out with its scabbard, holding Tian Tian up.

Tian Tian was not scared at all; on the contrary, he shouted with excitement.

The two monsters nearby shivered at this sight; they recognized the sword’s prowess.

Longyuan possessed a spirit. In fact, a famed sword inherently carries a spiritual aura capable of expressing simple likes and dislikes; at this moment, Longyuan emitted a joyful vibration.

This indicated that it felt an extreme kinship with the child.

The Sword Saint suddenly recalled what Zheng Fan had once told him, asking if he wanted to take Tian Tian as a disciple.

He did not agree then.

After all, this was Tian Wujing’s son; why should he take him as a disciple simply because someone else suggested it?

At a minimum, Tian Wujing should personally bring it up, then he, Yu Huaping, would decide based on his mood whether to agree.

But this scene before him,

moved the Sword Saint’s heart.

After reaching a certain age, people think more about their legacy.

Ordinary people think about passing on their bloodline, as 99% have nothing else to pass down.

But those in special trades think about passing on their skills or perhaps their way.

Finding a talented successor can be more thrilling than having one’s own child.

The sword maid is a natural Sword Embryo.

Such people were born for the sword.

The second sword in Qian State was unreliable in his actions all his life but was particularly attentive to this disciple, always keeping her close by.

However, there is another type of person,

who relies on acute perception acquired later in life to forcibly carve a path.

This type is not dull but is like jade wrapped in stone that needs chiseling to reveal the beauty.

The Sword Saint,

is this type of person.

The child before him,

is not this type,

because he seems sensitive not just to swords; likely, anything spiritual resonates with him.

Tian Wujing was already at the pinnacle of Third Rank Martial Cultivator years ago;

This is not the most terrifying; what’s most terrifying is that Tian Wujing also trained in Taoism, and his greatest skill was leading troops into battle!

The public first recognizes this Yan Prince Jingnan for his godlike military prowess before mentioning his personal strength.

This means his mind wasn’t primarily on cultivation.

Yet he still...

Is this the talent of Tian Wujing, and his son’s...talent?

The Sword Saint retracted his palm,

Longyuan flew back,

and Tian Tian landed on the ground.

"Hmm..."

Tian Tian squatted down and reached out to touch Longyuan.

"Fly, fly, fly again, um, tired?"

Tian Tian thought that Longyuan must be tired.

Then, he took a small handful of dried fruits from his pocket and placed them on Longyuan’s blade.

"Eat, eat to your fill."

The Sword Saint stood there,

looking down at him,

and asked:

"Son of the Tian Clan, are you willing to take me as your master and learn the sword?"

Tian Tian was taken aback,

he spent a lot of time alone and was still young, so he was a bit slow in speech and expression.

But it was clear that he was thinking about it seriously.

He pointed to Longyuan on the ground holding the dried fruit and said:

"Sword?"

Longyuan trembled, and the dried fruit fell off, seemingly in response.

The Sword Saint nodded.

Tian Tian shook his head,

raised his hands above his head and waved them down clumsily, then stumbled backward several steps, saying:

"Tian Tian...godfather...learn...saber."

...

Upstairs,

the Sword Saint was asking the child about apprenticeship;

downstairs,

Siniang stepped onto the secret chamber stairs.

The coffin,

was quietly placed there.

From Mei Village, to Hutou City, then to Green Willow Fortress, Shengle City, and finally here to Snow Sea Pass.

Lord Zheng had always been renowned in the army for carrying a coffin into battle,

little did anyone know,

what he was carrying was his first real bond in this world...

Before old Tian,

there was a person, the first to genuinely be kind to him.

He,

had been sleeping for a very long time.

Siniang held the Jade Order, emitting clear brilliance like a lampshade.

Kneeling before the coffin,

Siniang bowed her head.

Strictly speaking,

she was a demon king, a subordinate of Zheng Fan.

From another perspective, she was also Zheng Fan’s woman.

By both emotion and reason,

kneeling to this "godfather,"

was not in any way inappropriate.

"The great battle is about to begin, my lord has left, they are leaving too, and I must go, as does the one adept with swords.

Inside the pass, there are enough soldiers, the wild people on the snowy plains dare not cause trouble now.

But I still worry, if someone wants to harm this child while none of us are here, what should we do?

I do not know,

how much longer you will need to sleep,

but if possible,

I hope you can awaken at this time,

to help watch over this child while we are not here.

After all,

you watched over this child as he grew; since he was a few months old, he has eaten, played, and slept above you, you should be able to feel his presence, and I also believe he has always been able to feel your companionship."

Siniang bowed repeatedly, three times.

"Buzz!"

The coffin,

began to tremble.

"Clang!"

The coffin lid slowly moved open on its own, a black mist emanating from within.

Vaguely,

a figure could be seen sitting up slowly from the black mist,

his eyes,

emitting a dark green light,

yet it did not seem eerie,

rather,

there was an aura of primal might overflowing.

There were no wild utterances of dominance after waking,

nor the arrogant stance of a returning hero,

only,

simply a

single word:

"Yes..."