Xiaolan knelt on the ground with a plop, his voice crying: "Master! Madam!"

I walked slowly over and said, "Dad, mom, I..." and my voice was choked.

My mother grabbed me and hugged me in her arms: "Silly child..."

Xiaolan also came over and hugged us in tears.

Dad stood aside, looked at the silent Huo Yang, and then looked at us: "What kind of morality is crying?"

I sniffed and looked at my father carefully. I was still the same as I was just a serious person. I looked at my mother again, and she was still as beautiful as before.

"It seems that the injury is so great?" Dad asked in a deep voice. Mother reacted and looked at me with concern.

"Okay." I lowered my hands and said respectfully.

Instead of being as good as others, he was seriously injured and dying. As the daughter of the Zhan family, this is a very shameful and humiliating. My father, who has always been arrogant, must have thought so?

Sure enough, my father's eyes swept towards Huo Yang who was standing like lightning, as if he was standing aside like a statue: "Did you hurt my daughter?"

Huo Yang nodded.

Dad said, "I'll just break my hand."

I was shocked: "Dad! No! He has been enrolled under my disciple now, and he is now my apprentice!"

My father looked at me and I shook.

Dad looked at Huo Yang again: "Do you want me to do it?"

Huo Yang said proudly: "If Master wants my life, you can take it at any time. Who are you? If you want my hand, take it yourself!"

Dad looked at Huo Yang seriously and said, "You little kid is tough. Forget it. When Qinghong is in this martial arts world, I will come to take you."

Huo Yang said indifferently.

My father, the former leader of the Zhan family, has always been a huge sum of money.

"Dad! You were wrong!" I shouted, "He is now my disciple, and he is from the Zhan family. How can you destroy your disciple's hands with your own hands?"

The father smiled and said, "So he was not worshipping Xiahou's disciple, but actually worshipping me Zhan's disciple?"

My heart skipped a beat. It was so bad. My father must have hated me for his love rival!

But Dad, who made your martial arts worse than others?

We have come out to live in the world, so of course we have to choose another Ryogi to live in!

"You scared Hong'er again!" Mother looked at her father unhappily, pulling me with one hand and Huo Yang with the other, "Don't pay attention to him. If he dares to touch any of you, I will never end up with him."

I was so happy that I knew in my heart that Huo Yang's hand was saved.

But Huo Yang's face turned a little stiff and red, as if he wanted to pull his hand back, but he was embarrassed.

"Teacher...sister?"

A hesitant call contains many complex moods that are filled with desire to speak and tears flowing first, and the interweaving of surprise and melancholy?

My mother stiffened, she slowly turned around and looked at the person who came: "Ying...brother?"

"Are you okay in the past years?"

"I'm very good. Brother Ying, how are you?"

"Senior sister, I'll be relieved if you hello."

"Why don't Brother Ying come to Jingzhou to see me?"

"……too busy."

Looking at my mother's joy and reunion after a long separation, and looking at her master's forbearing affection, I felt so sad. I knew that when my 18-year-old mother was abducted by her father, my master was only sixteen years old.

What exactly is it that makes a young genius martial arts world who is full of energy so deeply rooted in love?

It's been a lifelong mistake.

And now, they stood in front of me, the man was still strong and powerful, the woman was still petite and beautiful, and her expression was touched, like a melancholy and beautiful hero and lady picture...

"If Brother Ying is free, you might as well come to Jingzhou to sit often." A quiet and pleasant voice as clear as water suddenly inserted into it.

Dad smiled slowly, Shi Shi took a step forward and stood still.

The long hair tied with golden crown is like ink, and his face is as handsome as before, but it is even deeper. His figure is heroic and elegant with a beautiful and bookish spirit.

The robe is fluttering and the figure is elegant.

In an instant, the light shone brightly.

Xiaolan murmured behind me: "Oh my God! Master is so dazzling!"

I nodded violently, when my father came out, who would compete with me?

Although Master is the best in the martial arts world, he has lived a life of hardship and wandering for his martial arts career throughout his life.

On the other hand, although my father lacks interest in martial arts justice, his martial arts are at least among the top five martial arts. He is handsome, not to mention that he is good at doing business and has a wealth of wealth...

If I were my mother, I would choose my father too!

Dad glanced at us indifferently and grabbed my mother's hand with a smile on his face.

My mother held my father's arm heartlessly and said with a smile: "By the way, Brother Ying, I forgot to introduce it. This is your brother-in-law, fight to defeat the enemy!"

The master's eyes seemed to be dark, but his face was filled with a sincere smile: "War the hero, I have long admired you!"

Dad smiled slightly: "I have long admired the hero Xiahou."

The master said again: "You have taken good care of your senior sister over the years. I am really happy for you."

My father's face was obviously much more comfortable, and he patted his master's shoulder: "Hong'er first entered the martial arts world, and you have more care. Zhan is very grateful."

The undercurrent faded. Dad won completely.

So they gave in to each other and entered the main hall.

From a distance, Lin Fang and Wen You came out. Lin Fang's face was calm and obvious joy: "War the hero! Mrs. Zhan! Junior Lin Wenxuan, if you have lost the opportunity, I hope you won't be surprised!"

Wen You also bowed and said, "War the hero, younger generation Wen Zisu, I have heard of the famous name for a long time, and I will see you today! Please sit down!"

The father nodded with satisfaction and said, "Two young men, don't be polite! Thank you for taking care of my girl these days."

Lin Fangwen smiled softly: "Where is the one who fights? Qinghong helped me a lot, and saved my life a few days ago!"

Wen You also said: "The War Hero is joking. Qinghong is now a true role model for martial arts women to follow."

"Oh?" Dad looked at me and said again, "Don't praise the child, she doesn't praise her." There was a smile on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

I gritted my teeth, Dad, can you not call me a child? I am the same generation as them, okay? You are not with them!

After dinner together, I sat in front of the bed in the room, but heard my father and mother say to my mother in the next room: "These two are good children. It's a pity that one does not know martial arts, and the other is the son of the gentry."

I could hear it clearly, but I felt a little unhappy. What happened to the son of the gentry?

I heard from my mother again: "I don't know which one Hong'er likes?"

My heart tightened.

But I heard from my father: "It's better for anyone to like, as long as I don't like Huo Yang, that child's eyes are too cold."

I burst into laughter and said, "Dad, I will not ignore human ethics. He is my apprentice."

There was no sound there.

After a while, I heard my father’s majestic voice: “Don’t sleep quickly!”

I obediently covered my head and covered it with a quilt.

A warm feeling in my heart.

This year's New Year became extremely comfortable because my parents came with a group of well-trained slaves.

The master and the others looked at the butler, chef and maid of the Zhan family in amazement, and cleaned up the entire mansion. Then, they looked at the various delicacies that were comparable to imperial meals that were held up like flowing water, and the maid replaced their bedroom with all the same colored Tianzi Ice Bing quilts, and couldn't help but feel speechless.

Even Wen You, who was born in a gentry, shook his head and said, "The Zhan family is worthy of being the number one sect in Jingzhou, so luxurious."

I smiled and said, "Just get used to it."

It attracted countless senior brothers' angrily eyes.

New Year's Eve.

It was already snowing outside the window as expected. Today, the banquet was held for several tables. Master, Lin Fang, Wen You, our family, and two older brothers were sitting in the side hall at a table.

But someone came in the snow, shook off all the snowflakes, and stood in front of us freshly.

It turned out to be Qiu An, and it was not difficult to follow his grandfather Qiu behind him.

So several martial arts seniors expressed their respect to each other, making it difficult for Qiu to sit in the main seat. Qiu An sat down between me and a senior brother.

"Is Young Master Qiu the current leader of the Guangzhou Wulin Branch?" Dad smiled, "It's true that he is a talent!"

Qiu Anlian claimed to be awarded the award. Could it be that Qiu: "Ling Ai is the real martial arts hero. Qiu An's life was also saved by her."

Dad looked at me: "Oh? You have saved a lot of lives these days? Then why are you seriously injured?"

I had to honestly say, "Actually, I have been saved many times. Master has saved me, and Zi Su has saved me. It's really normal for the children of the world to save each other."
To be continued...