C4 Eighteen years later

He looked up and saw the two children held in the arms of the unrestrained child. Was this his grandson? The carefree child brought the two children to Nangong Jue.

Nangong Jue's hands trembled as he took the two crying grandsons. This was the continuation of his daughter's life. He wanted to raise these two children into adults and teach them the best martial arts.

After all, they were Chen Qingfeng's flesh and blood, and Wudang had the qualifications to raise them into adults.

Furthermore, before their deaths, Chen Qingfeng and his wife had asked their carefree children to take care of them. In the end, the unfettered child and Nangong Jue agreed that Wu Dang and the Devil Sect would raise one on each side.

They also noticed that each of the two brothers had a longevity lock around their necks. The craftsmanship was very exquisite. It should have been personally made by Chen Qingfeng. Xiao Yunzi hugged his older brother as if he was seeing Chen Qingfeng's shadow.

Nangong Jue hugged his little brother. From his face, he actually saw Chen Qingfeng's figure frown. No matter what, this was his grandson. He carried his grandson and prepared to leave.

He had his men bring Nangong Beidou's corpse back, but he was stopped by the free and unrestrained child. The Devil Sect wanted to bury Nangong Bi Ru's corpse. She had left the Devil Sect because of Wu Dang's men, and now she had lost her life because of Wu Dang's men. Therefore, everyone's emotions were a little out of control.

"The young lady of your sect died because of my disciple, Qingfeng," said the man. "Let them be buried together." Nangong Jue knew that his daughter loved Chen Qingfeng. She didn't even want him as her father anymore.

Since his daughter and Chen Qingfeng were already dead, he could let them go. It would be good if they could be companions on the Road to River Styx. At least Bi Ru wouldn't be too lonely.

Nangong Jue handed the child to his subordinates and adjusted his mood. He was the leader of a sect, so he couldn't be too emotional. He bid his farewells to the Free and Unrestrained Child, then waved his hand and left with his Devil Sect people.

Xiao Yunzi held the child in his arms. The child no longer cried. He stared at Xiao Yunzi with tears in his eyes, and even smiled. The free and unfettered child saw that the child was very clever, and he liked him from the bottom of his heart.

The unfettered son ordered people to bury Chen Qingfeng and his wife in a beautiful place on Mount Wudang. He also gave the elder brother of the two their name, Chen Wuyou. He did not want this child to grow up and seek revenge from the various sects. I also hope that he will live a carefree life in the future.

Didn't these two brothers lose their parents when they were born, becoming orphans? They couldn't even remember their parents' looks, nor did they personally call them parents. Free and Unrestrained Child hoped that the lives of these two brothers would be smooth sailing in the future, and that there would be no more twists and turns.

As for Nangong Jue, he brought his younger brother back to the Devil Sect. He did not want his grandson to have his father's surname. Thus, he named him Nangong Tianwen. He wanted to raise this grandson into an adult so that he could learn all of his kung fu skills and one day avenge his mother.

Time passed by in a flash. Eight years had passed just like this. The early morning mist was drifting around Mount Wudang. At this time, almost no one had woken up yet. However, at this time, there was a tiny figure busily working on something on the mountaintop.

This was the eight year old Chen Wuyou. He was currently in front of his father and mother's tombs, and today was the day of their death. A few years ago, his master had brought him to pay respects to his parents, but this year, he wanted to come by himself.

Thus, he woke up early in the morning and ran up the mountain to his parents' grave. There were no memories of his parents in his memories. He didn't know what his parents looked like.

He had asked his Grand Master more than once why his parents were dead, but his Grand Master wouldn't tell him. Furthermore, he was not allowed to ask about this matter in the future.

With a tiny hand, Wuyou plucked the grass on his parents' graves one by one. As he pulled, he chatted with his parents, saying that he had to learn a lot from his esteemed master every day.

Not only did he have to learn how to read and write, he also had to learn swordsmanship. The Grand Master had to check his lessons every day, just like how his parents would always be able to hear him when he spoke.

Saying everything he wanted to say, he was not alone every day because he had many senior brothers who trained together every day. However, he didn't like studying. His master would guard him with a small note every day.

As long as he was not serious, his Grand Master's notes would whip his butt. Seeing that his Grand Master's eyes were closed every time he fell asleep, he would start to become less serious, wanting to slip away secretly.

However, before he could even take a step forward, his Grand Master slapped his butt. Wuyou rubbed his butt, pouted his lips, then returned to his seat and started reading.

He often wondered why his master knew what he wanted to do. Did the Grand Master also have an eye? Under the protection of a free and unrestrained child, Wuyou grew up happily.

Sometimes, he would suddenly ask about his parents, but Xiao Yunzi wouldn't talk about it. After a while, Wu You stopped asking questions.

The carefree son didn't teach Wuyou any powerful martial arts. He only taught him some mental cultivation methods and some simple techniques that could help him defend himself.

If this was the case, even if he grew up, he wouldn't go find the large sects to seek revenge. When would he be able to repay the grievances? It would be better to let this child live a carefree and peaceful life for the rest of his life.

What surprised the unfettered child was that Wuyou had inherited his father's astonishing bones. It was a piece of good material for cultivating martial arts. If he were to teach him martial arts, he would be able to master it very quickly.

Perhaps he was even more powerful than his father Chen Qingfeng. The unrestrained child did not need his martial arts to be powerful, nor did he need him to do anything for Wu Dang. As long as he could be happy, that was enough.

Compared to Chen Wuyou, Nangong Tianwen was harder to cultivate. Not only did he have to practice martial arts with his grandfather every day, he also had to increase his own strength every day.

Every morning, he had to wake up early to cultivate, because in his little heart, there was a year where he had to avenge his mother. His grandfather had told him since he was young that his mother was killed by the conspiracy of several large sects in the martial arts world.

Thus, ever since he was young, Nangong Tianwen had always wanted to take revenge for his mother. Nangong was definitely very strict with his grandson and had very high requirements for cultivation every day. Sometimes, he would look at Nangong Tianwen's tiny back and try very hard to cultivate. Even he could not bear to watch Nangong Tianwen's hard work.

However, this trace of unwillingness was quickly suppressed by the flames of hatred in his heart. Only when Nangong Tianwen mastered his martial arts as soon as possible would he be able to avenge his mother.

In this sort of environment, Nangong Tian had developed a taciturn nature. Other than his grandfather who had asked and answered him once, he would rarely take the initiative to speak.

Moreover, ever since he became sensible, he hadn't cried again. Even when he was injured, he didn't shed a single tear. This made Nangong Jue feel both gratified and distressed.

He was gratified because he was so sensible at such a young age. What he felt pained about was losing his parents at such a young age. Thinking about how his mother was still acting coquettishly in his arms when she was his age.

However, Nangong Jue knew that if he wanted to learn powerful martial arts, he had to work hard. Only by doing this would he feel better. He had always felt that he owed Nangong Beidou.

Ever since Nangong Baihe had died, he had felt that it was because he, his father, had failed to protect her and failed to live up to the trust that his mother, Nangong Tianwen's grandmother, had given him back then.

Thus, he placed all of this onto Nangong Tianwen. He planned to first teach Heaven's Inquisition some basic martial arts so that he could lay a good foundation. When he matured a bit more, he would be able to accept his martial arts.

As he looked at Nangong Tian who had woken up early to cultivate, Nangong Jue suddenly remembered that today was the day of his parents' death. Thus, he went alone to the room that Nangong had used to be.

Ever since Nangong had died, on the day of the anniversary, he would come to her room and do nothing. He just sat there like this for the entire day, not allowing anyone to disturb him.

She looked at the bed where she used to lie, looked at the mirror where she used to use a comb, and thought back to the scenes from the past. Unknowingly, Nangong Jue's tears started to flow.

After eight years, there were no longer any rumors in the martial arts world about Great Hero Qingfeng or the Damocles' Heart Sutra. It was as if none of this had ever happened.

Although peace and tranquility had been restored in the martial arts world, this incident had caused a huge uproar in the martial arts world. Now, people from various sects were all silent about this matter.

At first, they thought that the people from the Devil Sect had come back to seek revenge, but after a long time, they did not see any movement. At first, they thought that the people from the Devil Sect had come back to seek revenge, but after a long time, they did not see any movement.

Another flash, and another eight years had passed. The current Chen Wuyou and Nangong Jue had grown up to be young men. The two of them also knew nothing about what happened eighteen years ago.

Today was the anniversary of Chen Qingfeng and his wife's death, and Wuyou had gone to the mountain to worship early in the morning to talk to his parents. He had persisted in this kind of worship for ten years already, and always came by himself.

Until now, he still did not know why his parents died. There were many times when he wanted to ask his great master, but he remembered that his great master told him not to ask too much about these things.

So he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. Furthermore, he still did not know that he had a younger brother. That year, the Free and Unrestrained Child had given the order that no one was allowed to mention anything related to Chen Wuyou's family.

Therefore, no one could ask about it, because everyone would tell him that he did not know the answer. When Wuyou came down from the mountain, everyone had already woken up early to train.

He looked around and couldn't find any trace of Grand Master, nor a few martial uncles. Thus, he rolled his eyes, turned around and was about to leave.

When the weather was good, Chen Wuyou would often sneak out by himself, hide in the trees to bask in the sun or wander around Mount Wudang, and his Grand Master would always be unable to find him.

Normally, he would run around and play until very late when he came back. However, when Grand Master was checking on the progress of his martial arts practice, he was always the best one that had completed it.

Xiao Yunzi knew that his talent in martial arts was very high and he often sneaked out to play, so he turned a blind eye to it. The Martial uncles and Martial uncles who were worry-free all gave Xiao Yunzi some advice.

Since Wuyou's talent in martial arts was so high, why not let him learn martial arts? In the future, he would definitely be as famous as his father. However, every time he was rejected by the unscrupulous child.

He had said before that he would not let Wuyou get involved in the conflicts between martial arts world and the martial arts world. What he wanted to give Wuyou was this kind of carefree and carefree life.

Seeing the attitude of the "carefree" child, Wuyou's martial uncle didn't say anything more. It was just a pity that he was a good martial arts practitioner.

In everyone's eyes, Wu You's martial arts were average, including those of the unfettered son. However, what they didn't know was that Wu You practiced the internal energy mental cultivation method that his Grand Master had given him every day when he went out to play in the mountains.

He felt that it was very fun to have a wave of zhenqi crashing around in his dantian. Thus, he practiced every day. Sometimes, he would even play around in his sleep.

In fact, even Wuyou himself did not know that he was gradually developing a very deep inner force. Although it was far from the level of the unrestrained child and his martial uncles, it was still much higher than his senior brothers. He had never told this to Sayoko or anyone else.