The violent vibration interrupted Bai Rongfeng's words. He stood up nervously and began to look around, as if looking for something.

Song Beichuan was a smart man and often did things that could guess people's hearts. He immediately took the sword he carried with him from the wall beside him and handed it to him.

Bai Rongfeng did not seem very surprised. Why did Song Beichuan know what he wanted? Instead, his eyes were as gloomy and sharp as a cheetah. He held the scabbard with one hand and then held the hilt tightly at the other.

Song Beichuan said, "Don't worry, the sound of the cannon is far away from us. Everything is under control. Don't take it to heart and tell you what you are doing."

Bai Rongfeng sat down skeptically, but his hand still did not release the hilt of the sword, and still maintained a highly alert look, just like an instinctive reaction of an animal. For example, when a wolf encounters an enemy, it will bare its teeth, and when a cobra is free, it will spread its back. These are all instinctive reactions to danger.

Song Beichuan put his hand on his back and said, "It's okay, it's really okay."

This is not a fault for Bai Rongfeng's reaction so fiercely, because the explosion just now was too shocking. It was like the explosion sound of an ordinary shelling howitzer, which was not on the same level. Such an explosion may be the most violent one that this land has ever encountered.

The explosion gradually dissipated. At this time, the gunpowder mixed with mud and sand could be smelled in the base area two thousand meters away, and the smell of blood was mixed in between.

The tremor under his feet slowly disappeared, as if it had never happened before, so Bai Rongfeng gradually returned to normal.

Looking at Song Beichuan, he said, "This story is very long. Do you have patience?"

Song Beichuan shrugged and said, "Otherwise, I'm very curious. What did you choose to abandon us when you first chose to abandon us. When life in Anning Village was just getting better, you actually chose to leave."

Bai Rongfeng forced a smile and said, "You are really a revenge!"

"No, you can't say that to me. You should say that I am a person with clear grudges." Song Beichuan said with a smile.

"It's all right, do you still listen?"

"Let me listen, just say it quickly."

Bai Rongfeng put the sword aside, her eyes fell into deep memories, and said, "My affairs should start thirteen years ago."

Thirteen years ago, Bai Rongfeng had been studying opera in the Liyuan for several years. He had a very good figure. He learned a flower actress. He only memorized and practiced every day. His life was very hard. However, he was not afraid of this because his father was in this industry. He was influenced by him since childhood, so he naturally loved him and couldn't extricate himself.

How can a person drive away what he likes, and he works hard for a little bit of effort?

However, his father Bai Changgeng and Xiao Rongfeng always thought he was a Peking Opera singer. However, one night, his father handed him a sword while having supper. At that time, he was still very young, holding the sword in both hands and felt heavy, so he asked his father curiously: "Dad, what are you doing for me?"

Bai Changgeng and him stood in the yard, looking at the water tank in the yard, the lonely moon inside, and slowly spoke: "This is the family heirloom of our Bai family, Zhihong; it was made by skilled craftsmen taking meteorites from the sky during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty. The sword body was as cold as frost, and the killing of people was not seen in blood, and dust was not produced on the blade. It is also accompanied by the butterfly sword technique that we will never pass on, which can be said to be the best in the world."

Xiao Rongfeng's face was full of anticipation and said, "Will you learn this to be invincible in the world?"

Listening to his naive questions, Bai Changgeng smiled slightly and said, "If you practice well, then ordinary people will definitely not be your opponent. But times have changed, and there will never be anything like martial arts. Your grandfather once killed many Japanese devils on his back, but what's the use? When you reach your grandfather, you have to bury him under the ground to prevent the four olds from being broken. Those who put the satellites were thrown into the steel furnace. Only when you reach your grandfather's generation was digging it up again, but your kung fu is not bad, and you haven't lost it."

Xiao Rongfeng said with great sensation: "Dad, can you teach me?"

"I originally didn't plan to teach you, because this world is not a ridiculous backward product of measuring a person's value. What's the use of learning? Should I be the one who carries a sword and acts as a bodyguard on my back? Or do I do a heroic spirit with my sword on my back. Now people's hearts are not old. If you help an old lady, you will lose everything. The milk powder you drink for your children will turn into poison. These are not something that can be completely cut off by a sword."

Bai Rongfeng nodded in a vague way of hearing these words, but he knew in his heart that his father called him here and said so much to him, but he still wanted to teach him the butterfly sword technique.

As expected, Bai Changgeng continued: "These words may be too profound for you, but this sword and the Butterfly Sword Technique were passed down from the Ming Dynasty. In hundreds of years, you must not let it be cut off. So I hope you can learn it, but I don't want you to carry it forward, and it may be better to strengthen your body."

Bai Rongfeng was no different from an ordinary boy at that time. She liked to be a strong man, liked to fight and kill, and longed for invincibility in the world.

Bai Changgeng continued: "Learning swords is very hard. As long as you learn it, you can never give up again. I can't allow it. You must remember every move and every move in your heart. I hope you can still teach it to him if you have children in the future."

Xiao Rongfeng wanted to learn sword immediately, of course, he nodded fiercely like a chicken pecking at rice.

From tonight, Bai Changgeng began to hand over Xiao Rongfeng to practice swordsmanship, but this learning process was not as fun as Xiao Rongfeng imagined. It would be more appropriate to describe it as boring and heavy.

At the beginning, in order to train his endurance, he had to run every day, and it would be fine if he just ran. He tied a sandbag of 20 kilograms to his ankle, one of them at each foot, which added up to 40 kilograms of heavier than the original body.

Carrying such a 40-pound sandbag, you have to sprint to run ten or one hundred meters every day. The most important thing is that the time is not allowed to exceed fifteen seconds. If you exceed it, you will be punished to do inverted push-ups, and do ten in one second.

Of course, when he first started sprinting, Bai Rongfeng performed well and could run for eighteen seconds, but at the end, he did not succeed once, and he ran slower and slower. At the end, it was almost a minute. In this way, the handstand push-ups turned into hundreds in a blink of an eye.

Of course, Xiao Rongfeng chose to protest, protesting in a tender voice: "Don't you teach me sword skills? Why do you want to practice me as a sprinter!"

Bai Changgeng said: "You are still young and don't understand my cleverness. You only practice swordsmanship routines for those few moves. You just want to kill the enemy as fast as possible under what circumstances, but everything is based on a strong body. If you don't have a strong body, then everything is empty talk. Just like boxing is fighting on the ring now, there is even more MMA, so called free fighting and unlimited fighting. These seem to have become mainstream. Like the martial arts that our Huaqing Kingdom talks about, there is no improvement, and they are criticized as performances and empty airs.

The reason behind this is that behind traditional martial arts, such as Wing Chun, Bajiquan, Xingyiquan, Tai Chi, Tongbingquan, etc., they still use the so-called traditional training methods. The facts just prove that hitting a wooden stake and a air will not make you stronger. Your speed is not as fast as others, and your strength is not as great as others. Even the most basic reaction ability is not as good as others. Why do you beat others?

So it is necessary for me to change my training methods, constantly pursue practical combat, pursue modern training methods, and make myself stronger. Although learning swordsmanship cannot make you a world champion, you know in your heart that the sweat you have shed will allow you to surpass every ancestor of the Ming Dynasty to this day!”

Xiao Rongfeng naturally didn't understand it very much, but Bai Changgeng's words were still effective, just to make him stop complaining and start training with concentration.

Just like this, practicing sword during the day and at night, he became stronger and stronger. At that time, he was only twelve years old, but he was already over 1.7 meters tall. When he was in school, he often encountered campus bullying.

Four or five or more people bully one person together. When school comes, they are waiting for that person at the school gate. Of course, there will be no one who can't help but go to Bai Rongfeng to trouble him. After all, he is very tall and can be considered a good sportsman in the school. Every time he runs, he is a champion, but no one knows that every time he runs, he always runs with a sandbag.

So I always wear trousers. No matter how the teacher advises me, even if the competition is just that pair of trousers, it is unexpected that they will be the champion every time, so no one is worried about his trousers.

Bai Rongfeng had been practicing for three months, and then he happened to encounter the situation of bullying the few with the more. Because he was cleaning today, he left late. However, when he was taking out the garbage, he happened to see the hill behind the garbage station.

At this time, four or five people were standing, beating a fool with glasses. The reason was very simple, that was, they wanted money, and they specially picked soft persimmons. They had a soft temper and gave a lot of pocket money at home, which would become their first choice target.

In fact, it is easy to deal with these people. Instead of being beaten, it is better to resist angrily and fight back at all costs. No matter what method is used, it doesn’t matter if you use a stone to drive them.

What’s important is that you can stand up and defend your dignity at all costs.

Of course, not everyone can understand this principle. Perhaps many years later, they will hate the cowardly and dare not resist.

But Bai Rongfeng looked at everything that was happening in front of her and couldn't help but feel excited. I am naturally a martial arts person now. As a martial arts person, of course, I must have a heart to help the strong and help the weak. Not only should I defend my own dignity, but also help others to defend their dignity.
Chapter completed!