My wife is a reborn big boss

Chapter 413 My son, please bear with him.

The future Ximen Xue, now Ximen Chui, knelt down and respectfully kowtowed: "Teacher, I want to learn swordsmanship!"

She already knew from their previous conversation that the teacher in front of her was the world's number one expert, "Sword Master" Qu Wuming, who single-handedly destroyed the Demonic Sect!

To revitalize her school, relying solely on her family's martial arts techniques is insufficient.

"Alright, since I've already promised your father, I won't go back on my word." Wu Qiong stroked his chin. "However, although you have good talent, in my opinion you're still just average. You can only learn my 'sword technique' up to the third level at most."

Ximen Chui asked, "Teacher, how many moves are there in that 'sword technique'?"

"The Six Forms." Wu Qiong gestured with his fingers to form six. "They are Shave, Iron Block, No. They are Life and Death Tribulation, Reincarnation, Rebirth, Nirvana, Return to Oneness, and No Thought."

To be honest, even if you only learn the first three moves, you'll be able to dominate the "Daoist Natural Realm".

Moreover, you can combine these three techniques with your Cloud Soaring Sect's swordsmanship and lightning-based internal energy to create your own unique sword style.

While it may not necessarily be better than the original, the best product is the one that suits you best.

Most importantly, twenty years later, the Ximen Xue he met did indeed combine the three "sword techniques" to create a sword style with lightning attributes, and even broke his own three "sword techniques" at that time.

"Hmm." Simon stood up. "Teacher, when is it time to study again?"

"No rush." ​​Wu Qiong patted her head. "Let's go avenge your parents first."

"No," Simon said calmly, "Teacher, there's no need."

Wu Qiong raised an eyebrow: "No need to be polite. Since you call me teacher, it is a teacher's duty to avenge his students."

"Teacher, I'm not just being polite, but this grudge needs to be avenged by me personally, and the Cloud Cloud Sect needs to be reclaimed by me personally." Ximen Chui's eyes were as calm as still water.

“Hatred can indeed provide good motivation, but…” Wu Qiong frowned deeply, “If you rely solely on hatred as motivation, you will be unable to move forward once you have avenged your great grudge.”

"No, teacher, you're mistaken." Ximen Chui revealed a handsome smile, her eyes resolute: "They are my whetstones, tools I use to hone myself; these are merely short- to medium-term goals. My medium-term goal is to reclaim Yunxiao Sect and recreate its former glory. And my ultimate goal is to continue developing Yunxiao Sect, while also reaching the pinnacle of swordsmanship myself."

She looked at Wu Qiong, making no attempt to hide the eagerness for challenge in her eyes: "Teacher, I also want to see what the view is like at the top."

"That's ambitious," Wu Qiong laughed. "However, I can't stay long. If you really don't need my help to deal with your enemies, then you'll have to rely on yourself from now on."

"Everyone has their own path to walk, teacher, there's no need to worry." Simon bowed respectfully. "Thank you for your trouble, teacher."

Six months later.

Inside the valley, in front of the thatched hut.

Wu Qiong opened his hand, and a snowflake fell onto his palm before melting.

He raised his head slightly and sighed, "It's snowing."

It's time to leave.

Behind her, Ximen Chui had grown taller. Her long hair was now simply tied in a ponytail. She placed a cup of tea in front of Wu Qiong's table and said, "Teacher, please have some tea."

Wu Qiong picked up the glass, took a sip, and smiled, "Not bad, much better than before."

"It's all thanks to your guidance, teacher." Ximen Chui bowed slightly.

"Well, you have mastered all three forms of the 'Sword Technique'. However, you are still young and can only use 'Sword One' for now. But the sword technique you have broken down from 'Sword One' is enough."

Wu Qiong had no idea that Ximen Xue was also a super genius. She had already touched the threshold of the Innate Realm when she was only about ten years old. Now she has reached the "Unity of Heaven and Man" Realm, which is not much different from his own when he was ten years old.

Looking at the increasingly beautiful Ximen Xue, he had a sudden thought. He took out the necklace from the divine palace and handed it to her: "This is a treasure that I obtained by chance in the past. After wearing it, you can travel the world as a man without being discovered. I believe this will be beneficial to you."

This chain is the one that Ximen Xue gave to him back then, so it can be considered that it has been returned to its rightful owner.

But here's the question: if this is a cycle, where did this chain originally come from?

Shaking his head to stop thinking about it, Wu Qiong smiled and said, "From now on, you'll have to rely on yourself."

Ximen Chui took the necklace and looked up at the question: "Teacher, are you leaving?"

"Hmm, it's about time. Oh, right." Wu Qiong suddenly remembered something and took out a small piece of wood to carefully carve it.

After a while, he looked at the "Master Sword" that had taken shape in his hand and smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that his original skills were still intact.

He handed the small wooden sword to Ximen Chui: "I'm giving you this sword as a gift. If you ever see my son again, please be kind to him."

At the very least, if he sees you without a necklace, don't stab him to death immediately.

Ximen Chui took the small wooden sword, and saw that the sword intent within it was so strong that it was impossible to look directly at it.

She quickly put away her little wooden sword and asked, "Where is Teacher going?"

Wu Qiong stood up, shook off the snow from his clothes, and waved his sleeves, leaving without a trace: "The world is so vast, I want to go and see it."

Ximen Chui stared blankly at the figure gradually being swallowed by the wind and snow.

After the figure disappeared into the snowstorm, she knelt down and respectfully kowtowed three times:

"Don't worry, teacher. If my junior brother ever comes to visit, I will treat him well."

Another month has passed.

On this day, a cold wind howled and heavy snow fell.

In a restaurant called "Inn" in Anzhou City, Wu Qiong was having a drink with the innkeeper.

"Young master, do you know that the Cloud Soaring Sect has been reclaimed by Ximen Chui, the son of the former sect leader Ximen Tian?" The young shopkeeper's chubby face flushed slightly, his expression excited. "He's only ten years old! Ten years old and he can defeat seven or eight innate masters! Unbelievable!"

He couldn't help but clink glasses with Wu Qiong: "Heroes have always emerged from among the young! The ancients were right!"

"Ha, there have been countless heroes in the martial world over the past thousand years. Could it be that you, shopkeeper, are also interested in the fighting and killing in this world?" Wu Qiong teased. "But your physique... forgive my bluntness, you still need to work on it more."

"You must be joking." The shopkeeper smiled wryly, offered him another cup of wine, and downed it in one gulp. "Who hasn't dreamed of roaming the world in a green robe and sword when they were young?"

But a simple life is a blessing. My dream of a warm home with my wife and kids has come true, and running this inn is quite nice. I have no worries about food or drink, and my family doesn't have to worry about me every day.

Seeing Wu Qiong smiling without saying a word, he slapped his forehead: "Hey! I talked too much! I'll punish myself with three drinks!"

Wu Qiong shook his head and drank three cups in a row: "What the shopkeeper said is right, I envy you."

"You envy me, and I envy your ability to roam the world. In short, we each have our own strengths and weaknesses, and neither of us needs to envy the other." The shopkeeper patted him on the shoulder.

"That makes sense." Wu Qiong nodded, raising his glass: "Cheers!"

"Dry!"

After a few rounds of drinks, the innkeeper was already slightly tipsy.

Wu Qiong took out a hundred-tael silver note, placed it on the table, and got up to leave.

"Young hero, with such heavy snow outside, how about we stay until tonight?" The innkeeper had already sobered up.

"No need, it's perfect when it's snowing heavily."

"Well," the shopkeeper scratched his head, "it's just that you gave too much silver."

"Hmm," Wu Qiong rubbed his chin and smiled nonchalantly, "Consider it advance payment."

Pay the price for dining and dashing twenty years later.

"The journey through the world is long, shopkeeper, we'll meet again someday."

The innkeeper stared blankly at the empty gate and sighed, "This is the life of a true hero."

"Why aren't you closing the door this late?! Our son has wet the bed again!"

A delicate shout came from the backyard.

"Coming, coming!" The shopkeeper got up, closed the door, and said smugly, "I'm not bad either."

Amidst the swirling snow, a figure wandered aimlessly, occasionally stopping to look at the houses along the roadside and listen to the casual conversations inside.

When he hears sounds that are inappropriate for children, he smiles and moves on to another target.

His relaxed demeanor made it seem as if he were not a traveler braving the snow and wind, but rather a visitor enjoying the spring scenery.

Suddenly, he smiled.

"I finally found it."

A little further away, he saw a small figure stumbling forward.

He was a little beggar.

There's a bug: at this point, Ximen Ji should actually be 8 or 9 years old, and Ximen Xue should be about 8 or 9 years older than him.

But that would make it difficult to write, so we'll use this as the standard: Ximen Ji was just born at this time, and Ximen Xue was around 9 or 10 years old.

(End of this chapter)