Seeing the person coming, Situ Ye only responded, but did not stop the sword in his hand. Instead, he continued to practice the whole set of sword techniques.
"Big Brother..."
Tian Zheyi looked at Situ Ye in shock.
"Are you Tianzheyi?!"
Seeing the little girl looking up at him, Situ Ye couldn't help but smile, then he leaned over and squatted in front of her, looking at her at eye level.
Last night the sky was gloomy and Tian Zheyi was covered in dirt. Now seeing her clean and more handsome face, Situ Ye inexplicably felt that the kind of intimacy emanating from Tian Zheyi seemed to be even stronger?
"Yes, big brother, I am Tianzheyi." The little girl nodded vigorously at Situ Ye.
"Big brother, I didn't expect that you are not only as tall and strong as my father, but also can dance with a sword like my father. Your sword-dancing techniques are exactly the same!" Tian Zheyi looked at Situ Ye with even more admiration.
“Exactly the same?”
"hehe……"
"Yeah?"
Situ Ye's face darkened slightly. After hearing Tian Zheyi's words, the light in his bright eyes dimmed a little. He turned his head to the east, his eyes gazing leisurely in the direction of Zhaoyang State.
Eighteen years ago, Tianlang's grandparents, parents, brother and sister-in-law, nephew, uncle, and cousins—all forty-two members of his family—were sentenced to beheading. Nine generations of the clan were exiled! Even the servants in the mansion were not spared: male servants were exiled, and female servants were made camp prostitutes...
The Tian family sword technique had long been lost, so how could there be an identical sword technique? Situ Ye just thought that this little girl couldn't tell the difference between sword techniques and didn't take it seriously.
"Of course it's true. Zheyi never lies. Zheyi secretly watched Dad practice the same sword techniques as big brother in the yard at night, like this, like this... and like this, like that..."
As if she was afraid that Situ Ye wouldn't believe her, Tian Zheyi continued to speak while gesturing with her hands and feet. Although the little girl's movements were very childish, Situ Ye could still vaguely see the shadow of the Tian family sword techniques from her gestures.
"Tianzheyi!"
Looking at Tian Zheyi gesturing with her hands and feet, Situ Ye's eyes suddenly widened, and then he saw him pull the little girl over.
"Tell me, big brother, what's your father's name?"
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