"Why, why, why do I have to practice martial arts? I clearly don't have the qualifications."
The child was angrily hitting a tree.
At the age of four or five, he didn't understand anything about national affairs.
I don't understand what it means to respect martial arts and give priority to martial arts.
He just knew.
His father, whom he respected the most, was hindering his dreams.
Trampling his dreams underfoot.
People all think they are right.
What is the overall environment like and what are your personal thoughts and ideas?
This has led to the current situation of the child and his father.
Be it stubbornness or unfilialness.
Both sides look at each other from their own perspective.
The limitations are too great.
"He's a good talent. Painting is indeed a field that needs people to develop."
"But if you keep following the old Taoist, you won't be able to paint any pictures of the beautiful mountains."
“To paint, you still need to have seen something.”
"I will grant you a dream."
Laojun rode on a green ox and looked at him from afar, with his hands clasped together, but he didn't recite any mantras.
Just a spot of light hit the child's forehead.
The child fell into a deep sleep.
......
"Fei'er, why are you still here? Your father has a sharp tongue. Alas, I can understand that you like painting."
The child's mother came over and gently comforted the child.
"When your father was little, he wanted to learn martial arts and follow the prince on his expeditions. But our family was poor, so how could we afford to support him in martial arts training? This was his lifelong regret."
The mother comforted her child with a gentle voice and bandaged the injured hand of her child.
She loves her own children.
I can also understand my husband.
Being caught in the middle, it was indeed difficult for her to appease both sides.
“.......”
The child remained silent. At his age, he could not understand the pressure of family and the environment.
He only knew that his mother also wanted him to practice martial arts.
"Okay, you can draw for Mom in the future. We won't show it to your dad."
The mother sighed and said to her child.
The child nodded.
The mother smiled gently, wiped away the tears from the corners of the child's eyes, took the child's hand, and walked towards the courtyard.
In the distance, the father looked at them, holding a few scrolls in his hands, wondering what he was thinking.
......
From that day on, the child continued to practice martial arts under his father's supervision.
He could only share his painting journey with his mother after practicing martial arts.
His father was still a strict father and refused to let him learn more.
However, in the deepest part of the house there was a wooden box, which contained several newly smoothed scrolls.
Perhaps, this father is not as strict as he appears to be.
With the company of his mother, the child's painting skills did not reach great heights.
As a pastime after practicing martial arts, it is still good.
Spring goes and autumn comes, the stars move and the constellations change.
In the blink of an eye, the child grew into a young man.
My parents also have white hair on their temples.
The young man inherited his father's qualifications.
Over the years, I have only barely stepped into the threshold of refining essence into qi.
Obviously, his aptitude in martial arts was not that good.
"You, the world is treacherous. Your parents don't ask you to fight and make a name for yourself. As long as you are safe and sound, that's all that matters."
The elderly mother spoke earnestly in front of the young man.
"Don't worry, mother. The world is peaceful now. I will be fine."
The young man said this with a longing for the martial arts world in his eyes.
Back then, Deng Erma invaded the martial arts world and uprooted all the martial arts sects.
But, all the martial arts sects can kill them all.
In the world of martial arts, you can never kill everyone.
After the common people learned martial arts, they spontaneously formed a new martial arts world.
But this world of martial arts is not as domineering as it used to be.
No matter how outstanding your martial arts are, how unparalleled your swordsmanship is, or how terrifying your knife skills are.
If anyone breaks the law, the court can easily arrest him.
The backbone and essence of the people in the martial arts world have long been broken.
Some of those who escaped the net back then called it the post-jianghu era.
In the post-jianghu era, there is no freedom.
However, young people born in this post-jianghu era do not understand these things.
He still yearns for the ups and downs of life in the martial arts world.
"This sword, you take with you. When you travel the world, you need a decent weapon."
The father with slightly gray hair handed the young man a sword that reflected a cold light.
One look and you know it's a quality product.
At least, it is at the upper level among ordinary products.
Anything above that is beyond the father's reach.
"Well, Dad, don't worry, I will definitely make a name for myself."
The young man took the sword from his father and nodded with a firm look in his eyes.
"Um."
My father nodded majestically.
The two looked at the young man's receding back, with some reluctance in their eyes.
But no matter what, the young man grew up safely.
Have your own recreational career.
Martial Arts...
Limited by talent.
But, even if I can't survive in the underworld.
To be a constable like his father.
It's not difficult.
........
Another cycle of spring goes and autumn comes, winter comes and summer goes.
The young man spent several years out there.
He has seen many landscapes.
But he still achieved nothing.
There is no other way. In this world where martial arts is respected, the strength of refining essence and transforming energy cannot make a name for oneself.
That sword was also cut off at the annual martial arts conference.
The young masters and young ladies all laughed at him.
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