After Qianyu released Fengxing's ears.
I once again sent my second birthday wishes to the wind chimes.
When she gave birthday wishes, the smile on her face was like that of the gentlest mother in the world.
When she finished speaking, her smile was full of threat as she looked at her husband:
"Try it again, teach me properly. Stop just showing off!"
Although Feng Xing had just been lectured by his wife, he still smiled gently and said:
"I understand! My wife is right."
Then, Fengxing changed direction and raised his knife once more.
He raised his knife in exactly the same way as before, and then swung it down in a completely unremarkable manner.
Boom—
The projected image shook violently, while smoke swirled continuously.
His strike was like Pangu's giant axe that split the heavens and earth, cleaving the sky in two.
The endless ravines stretching for miles ahead left Fengling and Ruoqingyan speechless.
No matter how many times I watch it, I can't help but marvel at how ridiculously strong this man is.
A despair-inducing power, like a raven.
After wielding his sword, Feng Xing stood silently in the air, and amidst the thunderous roar, said in a deep voice:
"This strike is my first impression of this world..."
As he spoke, he turned to look at the camera:
"So, what was your first impression of this world?"
Looking into his gaze, Fengling felt as if he were being looked at, even though it was just a projection!
So they met each other's eyes, the two of them not far apart, yet very far apart, spanning more than a decade.
Looking into his eyes, Fengling blurted out:
"A cage of despair."
Besides this word, he didn't know what other words could describe his first impression of the world.
Every day, I live in despair, like a caged dog.
Ruo Qingyan looked at Feng Ling, opened her mouth as if to comfort him, but she knew that Feng Ling wasn't talking to her.
So he didn't say it aloud, but silently swore an oath in his heart.
Never again should the wind chimes experience that kind of despair.
At this moment, Feng Xing said in a deep voice:
"The sword technique consists of eighteen strikes in total. Each strike is something I have come to understand from my different perceptions of the world at different times."
"That's all I can tell you. The rest you'll have to watch it repeatedly and figure out for yourself."
"When you guess what my first impression is, you've already won half the battle, but soon you'll have your own answer."
"Then you will understand what your swordsmanship should look like and what you want to achieve with it."
"This swordsmanship can only be fully utilized with this 'Prosperous Era' sword. If it's the day after tomorrow... if nothing unexpected happens, this film probably won't be needed anymore, hahaha..."
Having said that, he sheathed his Wind Blade and lightly flicked the hair from his forehead:
"Honey, didn't I look handsome just now?"
...
Wind Chime rolled her eyes:
"How narcissistic."
Ruo Qingyan pursed her lips and looked at the wind chimes beside her.
You yourself always ask me if I'm handsome... Have you forgotten?
Qianyu cooperated perfectly, saying:
"Wow! There's a second cut! This is already Lingling's second birthday!"
"Oh, right, right."
Feng Xing picked up his knife again, his smile vanished, and his aura instantly changed.
They can change their minds faster than turning the pages of a book.
He said in a deep voice:
"As I've mentioned before, each strike was a realization I had at different times. This second strike, naturally, is my second impression of this world..."
As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, those sharp eyes had changed.
Like a stray dog, its eyes were filled with helplessness and humility.
That slash was also very calm.
But it's also incredibly crazy!
It was a madness akin to wanting to destroy the world.
It was just a single slash, yet it tore everything in front of it into pieces, which bloomed and fell like fireworks.
Feng Ling and Ruo Qingyan were too shocked to speak.
Feng Xing then said softly:
"However, I don't really like this cut. It's a bit too extreme."
The sadness in his eyes flickered and then vanished, and he suddenly smiled and said:
"How about I show you the third cut?"
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! That should be saved for the third present! Have you forgotten that you didn't prepare a birthday present?!"
Qianyu quickly interrupted him.
"Oh... okay, Ray, next one!"
"Old Lei?"
Lei Jing did not appear to respond.
After a while, Lei Jing seemed to come to his senses and said:
"Since you don't like this knife so much, why don't you teach me how to use it? I really like it."
Feng Xing grinned.
"Then call me 'Dad' and let me hear it?"
"roll."
As soon as he finished speaking, the holographic image went out.
Wind Chime snapped out of her daze and looked into the gift box.
Inside was a photo album.
When the wind chime was opened, it was filled with photos of her mother and father.
From the beginning of their relationship, the initial dynamic was that Fengxing took Qianyu everywhere to play.
However, later on, some photos began to appear that had a sense of chaos and disorder.
Feng Xing stood atop the ruins, covered in blood, holding a knife, proclaiming his victory.
Those photos were naturally taken by Qianyu.
Then, the art style changed again.
These are photos of various parties the Feng family is involved in. In order to cooperate with the photo shoot, Tianya and the others were also required to materialize their demonic energy and reveal their forms.
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