Time flows slowly, like the gurgling of water. Before you know it, half a month has slipped by. One day, sunlight filters through the mottled leaves, casting a golden glow across the ground. While spending time with her grandfather, Su Jinli stumbles upon something unusual: his tea cellar seems to be hiding a dark secret.
As the afternoon sun shone brightly, Grandfather led Su Jinli, Siyan, Nianli, and Young Marquis Su slowly toward the seemingly ordinary tea cellar. Curious, everyone followed closely behind the old man. Grandfather reached out and gently pushed, and the secret door hidden deep within the tea cellar creaked open, as if unveiling a long-forgotten mystery.
"Wow! So many swords!" Si Yan was the first to exclaim, his eyes wide as bells, filled with surprise and excitement. Inside the cellar, a forest of swords and knives lined the weapon racks, their cold gleams gleaming, as if each spoke of past glory and passion. On the cellar wall hung a faded portrait. The woman in the painting was slender, holding a longsword, her eyes radiating a heroic spirit. Upon closer inspection, she bore a striking resemblance to Su Jinli.
"This is your grandmother." The old man's gaze fell softly on the portrait. He slowly reached out and gently stroked it, his eyes filled with affection and nostalgia, as if he could see through the portrait the chivalrous woman who once dominated the martial arts world. "She was a renowned heroine in the martial arts world, fighting for justice and saving countless lives." The old man's voice was low and soothing, as if he was transporting everyone back in time, back to the days of swordsmanship and violence.
Nianli's eyes sparkled with admiration after hearing this. She couldn't wait to grab a wooden sword and started waving it around, muttering to herself, "Grandma is so amazing! I want to be like her in the future!" However, she was still young after all, and she stumbled and was about to fall. At this critical moment, the old man flashed like a black lightning, and instantly came to Nianli's side and caught her in mid-air. Nianli raised her head and looked at her grandfather, her eyes full of curiosity and expectation: "Grandpa, are you also amazing?"
The old man couldn't help but smile at Nian Li's adorable appearance, but he didn't answer. Suddenly, he spun around, and with ghostly swiftness, he drew his flexible sword from the wall. With a flick of his wrist, the flexible sword instantly danced like a spirited snake, creating a beautiful sword flower. As the sword flower blossomed, a sharp sword energy roared out, sweeping across the entire tea cellar. Amazingly, the previously scattered candlelight, as if drawn by some mysterious force, instantly aligned. Fuelled by the sword energy, the flames flickered, yet never extinguished.
This scene left Young Marquis Su stunned, his mouth gaping as if it could fit an egg. After a long moment, he finally came to his senses and excitedly called out, "Grandfather! Could you be the leader of the martial arts world?" His voice was filled with surprise and reverence, as if standing before him was an unattainable legend.
"Nonsense." The old man shook his head gently and put away his sword. The smile on his face was filled with helplessness and self-mockery. "I'm just an old man who has retired from the martial arts world for many years. How can I be the leader of the martial arts world?" He turned his gaze to Su Jinli, his eyes full of kindness and apology. "Back then, your mother was afraid that you would be involved in the feuds of the martial arts world and suffer unnecessary danger, so she never let me teach you martial arts. She only hoped that you could live a peaceful life, away from the disputes and dangers of the martial arts world."
At this time, Jiang Yan, who had been standing aside and observing quietly, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes behind the lenses sparkled with wisdom. He looked at the old man thoughtfully, and slowly took out a jade pendant from his sleeve. The jade pendant has a warm texture, and emits a soft luster in the dim light of the cellar. The jade pendant is engraved with an exquisite lotus pattern, which is lifelike and seems to be about to bloom at any time. "So my father-in-law is the famous 'Jade-faced Swordsman' in the world?" Jiang Yan's voice was steady and calm, but with a hint of imperceptible excitement. "Before my mother died, she specifically asked me to give this jade pendant to the 'old friend's daughter', and said that seeing the jade pendant is like seeing the person."
The old man looked at the lotus on the jade pendant, his eyes frozen instantly, as if something had struck the softest part of his heart. His eyes gradually turned red, tears welling up in them. After a long time, he slowly spoke, his voice trembling slightly with emotion: "Your mother... is your grandmother's and my savior. Back then, we encountered powerful enemies in the martial arts world and were trapped in a desperate situation. It was your mother who, regardless of her own safety, came to our aid and helped us escape. Your grandmother and I have always remembered this kindness, but later on, things changed and we gradually lost contact. I never thought that we would be able to renew this fate through you."
Su Jinli was overwhelmed with emotion after hearing the old man's words. She finally understood that her connection with Jiang Yan was no accident. The grudges and hatreds of the previous generation had already, in some mysterious way, laid the groundwork for their encounter and understanding. Those seemingly unrelated past events now gradually came together like a puzzle, revealing a deep bond that transcended time and space.
Jiang Yan looked at Su Jinli, his eyes filled with tenderness and emotion. He gently held Su Jinli's hand, as if conveying a sense of strength to her, a cherishment and commitment to this fate. "Jinli, perhaps this is fate. Our meeting is not only a fate for the two of us, but also a continuation of the friendship of previous generations." Jiang Yan's voice was low and firm, like a spring breeze, gently caressing Su Jinli's heart.
Su Jinli nodded slightly, tears of emotion gleaming in her eyes. She knew very well that this fate was hard-won, carrying the life and death of the previous generation and their expectations for the next generation.
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