Manager Lin raised his eyebrows gently and said in disbelief: "Great opportunity?"

Old Huang shook his head: "You don't understand spiritual practice. Although I can't do sword skills, for those who practice martial arts, many things are understood. Not to mention anything else, Xia Hong's starting move just now has already had some master style!"

Lao Huang's words undoubtedly brought some prejudice against spiritual cultivation. Although he was unintentional, it made Manager Lin's eyes flash.

For practitioners in this world, especially human practitioners, practicing martial arts or spiritual cultivation is a question that has been debated for tens of thousands of years, and it is also the key to the dispute between the north and south of the Dajin Dynasty today.

However, it was not the time to argue about this. Manager Lin sighed and retorted: "But this is impossible. You and I know very well that Lao Xia was destroyed sixteen years ago, his meridians were broken, and his inner palace was completely destroyed. Although he could still catch a knife and his momentum, in a strict sense, he could no longer be considered a true general!"

Since you are not even a martial artist, how can you become a master of swordsmanship?

Faced with Manager Lin’s refutation, Lao Huang was also a little confused and murmured: “Yes, can it be that Lao Xia has recovered his cultivation level? And he has gone to a higher level?”

In response to this, Manager Lin shook his head firmly: "This is even more ridiculous. If you want to cure his injuries, at least a spiritual master needs to take action personally. Do you think Lao Xia can know that kind of big man?"

"Okay, take a step back and say that even if Lao Xia really knows such a spiritual master, will the other party dare to treat him? Are you not afraid of offending that person?"

However, Lao Huang did not shake his judgment because of this, but instead said firmly: "That's why I said that he probably got a great opportunity!"

Since no one can convince anyone, the only way is to continue to observe Xia Hong’s next actions.

Or, continue to peek at Xia Hong’s sword training.

However, what disappointed them was that from beginning to end, Xia Hong only used that knife, then put away the food in his hand, and carefully hid the knife in his hand in his arms. He called Xia Sheng and hurried back to the house.

Because only one move to see the sun, Xia Hong had already felt the changes in the meridians in his body!

Manager Lin is right. The meridians in his body were shattered sixteen years ago, so now he is not considered a martial arts practitioner at all.

But at the same time, Lao Huang was not wrong, he did get a great opportunity!

It is this Duanyue Dao Book!

Xia Hong was just responding to the intention of the knife, and then he was surprised to find that the meridians, which had been silent for many years, were as stagnant as a pool of stagnant water, had faint signs of recovery!

Those true energy that had long been destroyed in his inner mansion rekindled!

What originally needed a spiritual master to take action personally, Xia Hong has done the same with just a knife book.

This is not just a surprise, but a shocking world!

Even Xia Hong believed that he had experienced strong winds and waves and had experienced ups and downs. At this moment, he still felt that his heartbeat accelerated countless times in an instant.

Because he finally saw a glimmer of hope.

Hope for a comeback!

Perhaps he noticed someone was spying not far away, or perhaps he was just simply trying to keep his money out, so Xia Hong forced himself to suppress his desire to continue studying the knife stick. Instead, he returned to the house calmly, then raised his neck and laughed silently.

When Xia Sheng walked into the house, he saw this scene.

So he laughed happily.

For Xia Sheng, since he could see that his father was once a military general-level strongman, how could he not see that he is now just empty and has the power, but his sword intention is still there, but his sword energy is lost?

This is also the reason why he finally chose Duanyue’s sword technique after carefully selecting it.

It’s not because this sword technique is really so exquisite that you can become a master of swordsmanship by practicing it casually. After all, from Xia Sheng’s perspective, the so-called art of splitting mountains and cutting mountains is simply invisible.

However, there is a very special aspect of the Duanyue Sword Technique, or in other words, there is a very special restriction for those who practice it.

Only those who need to have all the meridians and completely destroyed the inner palace can practice!

As the sword practitioner gradually understands, when he masters all these twelve sword techniques, he can reshape the meridians and gather in the inner palace!

Xia Sheng got this knife book in the fifth generation. At that time, he was called the Living God of Wealth by the world. The wealth he had probably exceeded the total assets of all countries, and he was truly rich enough to compete with the world!

At that time, Xia Sheng was already a martial saint-level powerhouse. Of course, he would not have lost his meridians and the inner palace because of this sword book. Everything started from scratch.

He couldn't guarantee whether he could still keep the amazing wealth in his hands after losing his strong strength.

Later, when Xia Sheng was reborn in the sixth generation, he unexpectedly became a barbarian, so this knife book lost its meaning even more. The pearls were covered with dust and accumulated in the small corner of Xia Sheng's huge memory.

Until this life, until today, he finally took it out and gave it to his father.

For Xia Hong, this knife score was completely tailor-made for him!

I'm afraid there is no other person as suitable as him in the world today!

This is a blessing in disguise.

This is a great opportunity.

Even if it was late for sixteen years.

At this moment, Xia Hong suddenly wanted to cry, but his son was behind him. As a father, he didn't want his son to see his weakness and tears, so he changed his way.

He turned around and suddenly smiled at Xia Sheng and said, "Dad is happy today, so I'll have two drinks with him."

Xia Sheng said nothing, just smiled and nodded, then ran to the kitchen of Wanfulou and stole two bottles of inferior osmanthus wine.

Seeing that this bastard son was so skillful, Xia Hong couldn't help but laugh and scold: "You stinky brat..."

Xia Sheng curled his lips and said aggrievedly: "You obviously hid this wine yourself, why did you blame your son for your head!"

He complained, but his hands were not idle either. Xia Sheng turned his wrist and took out two porcelain bowls from his arms, poured two large bowls of wine firmly, and then raised them high.

Xia Hong took the wine bowl and suddenly sighed, saying, "This is the first time we both have a drink? I didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, you have grown up so old, come on, do it!"

After saying that, Xia Hong raised his hand and raised his neck, and a bowl of wine rumbled and rumbling down. Looking at the look of being so bold, he was completely in a state of not being drunk and returning.

Since you can't cry, then get drunk.

Xia Sheng was not vague. Although this bowl of osmanthus wine may be the cheapest wine he had ever drunk in his ninth life, for some reason, after drinking, the burning burning from his throat to his stomach gave Xia Sheng a feeling of great pleasure.

"Boy is so good! Come on, let's do it!"

Xia Hong took the lead and drank another bowl of wine. Then he slapped his lips and said, "Let's do this, I'll go fry two more side dishes. Let's have a good time today!"

Xia Sheng waved his hand, pressed Xia Hong's shoulders with both hands and stood up, and smiled and said, "I'll go, I'm so old, haven't you tried my skills for my father yet?"

There was a red light on Xia Hong's face, and he laughed: "You guys are so skilled. Even if you can blow up peanuts today, I'll be able to do it!"

"You, just sit here with peace of mind, and I'll go back."

After saying that, Xia Sheng went straight to the kitchen.

But I never thought that when Xia Sheng came back, my father was already drunk and unconscious.

He was holding a plate of peanuts and a plate of beef sauce in his hand, and could only stand at the door and smile bitterly.

In a blink of an eye, the two bottles of osmanthus wine were empty and piled up under Xia Hong's feet, while Xia Hong fell to the ground, muttering something in his mouth.

It sounds like she is calling Xia Sheng's name.

"Asheng...Asheng..."

So Xia Sheng had no choice but to put two plates of food on the table, then hurriedly ran back to his father and responded softly: "Hey, dad, I'm here! I'm here!"

Hearing Xia Sheng's voice, Xia Hong seemed to be awake a little more. He tried hard to open his eyes and a silly smile appeared on his face.

"Asheng... Your father, I have never read any books, nor have I... I have no great skills. I have never done it in my life... I will say that I name you... because you are born by Xia Tian, ​​so I gave you the name Xia Sheng. I don't know, I don't know if you have been joked about it... You don't know, you won't blame your father..."

When Xia Sheng heard this, he felt a little amused. It turned out that his name was not taken from Sheng like Xia Hua, but simply because he was born in Xia Tian.

Thinking of this, Xia Sheng felt that he was a little self-indulgent.

Yes, how can a rash man like Dad refer to these elegant words and sentences when he named a name?

But this is not what Xia Sheng is most concerned about at this time. He wants to try it out. Can he make some words out of his father while he is drunk?

"Dad, you used to be a job in the palace, so you should be quite glorious, right?"

Xia Hong waved his hand and said, "The wind... is so beautiful! Don't give it to me, just tell me about the palace. Just listen, just be annoying!"

Xia Sheng frowned slightly, and he was a little unexpected about such an answer, because judging from the relationship between his father, Manager Lin and Prince Chen, this should not be the answer.

But since Xia Hong didn't want to say more, Xia Sheng did not force himself, but asked a more important question in a deep voice.

"Dad, tell me honestly, who is the one who is using your old wound to kill you?"
Chapter completed!