How many moments in life are so touching and even unforgettable?
After thinking about it carefully, Xiao Nanhui felt that it was actually not much.
She often hoped that there would be more beautiful and profound moments in these memories, but contrary to her wishes, what people can remember in their lifetime are usually embarrassing, painful and even tragic memories.
At this point, she placed her hope on the passage of time to wear away her love, hate, infatuation and anger, and to make her emotions seem insignificant or even non-existent.
However, she was so young, and some things would be engraved on her face once they happened, and they could not be erased without severe injury.
Legend has it that top warriors only own one weapon throughout their lives. Their souls will seep into the weapon in their hands, and their every move and every breath will be connected to it until one of them dies or the metal rusts and breaks.
Xiao Nanhui once dreamed of owning such a weapon, until one ordinary evening when she was fourteen years old, Xiao Zhun came to her with Pingxian.
At that moment, the weight, temperature, and hard texture of the steel she felt were imprinted deep in her memory like an engraved inscription. Years later, it became part of her blood and became as familiar as a part of her body.
"This spear is called Pingxian. It weighs seventeen pounds and four ounces, is ten feet and two feet long, and is made of fine iron, decorated with gold and silver inlays, and contains a mechanism."
After saying that, he brushed the pattern on the gun barrel, and the gun barrel, which was less than three feet long, suddenly expanded three times in size, turning from a short stick into a deadly weapon.
The silver light reflected in Xiao Nanhui's eyes, and a corner of his heart lit up.
"In this world, the husband is the harp, and the wife the strings. This spear is for women. The name Pingxian is a metaphor, proclaiming that women can fight in battle, equal to men. It is also a message of hope for you."
He placed the Pingxian solemnly in the palms of her raised hands, as if he was not putting down a copper or iron weapon, but a ruyi made of gold and jade.
"I give you this spear. I hope that from now on you will be upright and know how to bend and stretch. With such a spear."
She gripped the gun barrel tightly for a long time in excitement, her voice trembling.
"Xiao Nanhui, thank you, foster father!"
Xiao Zhun did not respond for a long time. Xiao Nanhui looked up nervously and found that the other party was looking at him with a complicated expression.
"From now on, whether you're on the battlefield or wandering the martial arts world, never reveal the name of your weapon."
She thought that she was not skilled enough and perhaps not qualified enough to use the flat string, so she stood up anxiously and said, "If my godfather thinks that I have disgraced it, Nan Hui can stop using it for now and wait until my spear skills improve..."
"This gun was entrusted to me by an old friend. He doesn't want others to know about it. It has nothing to do with you."
"I see. Rest assured, foster-father, I will never mention this matter to anyone else again."
That childish face relaxed again at his few words, carrying the sharpness of a martial artist, but more so, a natural sincerity. Hardness and sharpness, yet softness and dullness, had always coexisted in her, without a single quirk.
Xiao Zhun collected his thoughts and turned around with his hands behind his back.
"From today on, you are considered a disciple, and Pingxian will be considered your departure ceremony. I have nothing more to teach you."
She was a little surprised by this sudden "apprenticeship": "But my adoptive father just taught me a set of shooting skills..."
"Spearmanship is about precision, not breadth. The Xiao family's spearmanship only has nineteen moves."
She stretched out ten tender fingers, counting each move in her mind, and finally raised her head: "But I have only learned eighteen moves, and there is still one to go."
Xiao Zhun said nothing, but suddenly he raised the white wax red tassel spear he had been using to counter attacks and attacked her. The attack was fierce and she quickly blocked it. The sharp blade of the flat string turned into silver stars in her hand, which made her extremely excited.
However, Xiao Nanhui's spear skills were all taught by the people in front of him, and his body movements and strength were not as good as his, so he was quickly defeated.
Her defense was broken, and the string in her hand shook, and in an instant it slipped out of her hand uncontrollably and fell to the ground.
Xiao Zhun had been teaching her spearmanship for years, and the first lesson was how to hold a gun. But now she couldn't even execute a single move, even dropping the weapon from her hand. She was shocked and overwhelmed with shame.
"Nan Hui is not good at martial arts, please punish me, foster father."
Xiao Zhun was not surprised to see her reaction like this, and his expression gradually softened.
"You are still some time away from reaching the highest realm, but it would be the same if someone else had done the same thing."
She didn't feel any more relieved by this comfort, but instead felt a little more stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat: "What's this move called? I've never seen it before."
"This move is called interception." Xiao Zhun put away the gun head neatly, "I only used 50% of my strength, and the gun in your hand is not an ordinary weapon. Otherwise..."
"What would happen otherwise?"
"Otherwise, the gun in your hand will be broken by this move."
She stared at the straight gun barrel intently, and her previous frustration was swept away. She was so excited that she didn't want to blink. All she could think about was how she could use this powerful move to beat that bastard Xu Shu to a pulp.
"Godfather, please teach me quickly. I want to learn this move."
"I have taught you everything I have learned in my life. This last move is the only one I cannot teach you now."
"Why?" She couldn't hide her disappointment, and her voice was full of confusion.
"Because this is the rule left by our master." Xiao Zhun pulled her closer, his eyes level with hers, the light in his eyes intimidating. "If one day, the person who inherited the spear technique does something unworthy of the Xiao family spear technique, I will use this final move to destroy the spear in his hand, so that he can never use it to commit evil again."
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