Swordsman of the Sword God
Ch. 66 - Fei Hung's Childhood Memory
Xin Wanying looked around the room and found that Fei Hung was looking at some of his family's paintings.
Xin Zhi could not help but look at the Alchemist Master that her daughter told her. Although there were many Alchemist Great Masters who came to check on his illness, no one could cure him. He was shocked to see his daughter refer to a young man as an Alchemy Master Teacher.
"The Great Teacher ..." Xin Wanying called out to him, trying to hide the impatience in his voice.
Fei Hung did not turn away from Xin Wanying's call.
Everyone in the room could see his back, while the young man continued to focus on the pictures on the wall. Then he took one of the pictures in his hand that was on a small table near the wall.
No one spoke, but everyone could feel deep emotions filling the air, a feeling of sadness and a memory of the past coming from this young man. This feeling was clear and powerful, as if it was magic, and it filtered into the hearts of everyone who was inside the room.
During the long silence, a hint of repressed emotion was generated from the bottom of their hearts. It became heavier and heavier, until that feeling carried them like a heavy weight of iron to the point where it became difficult to breathe.
Great pain, too hard to endure ...
Xin Wanying placed his hand involuntarily on his own chest due to the deep pain he was in. Tears came out of his eyes without him noticing.
It is a thick sadness that has a strong feeling of losing something. Full of memories, regrets and pain. No sound, no words, no expression, no movement... It is like an emotion that takes physical form. They could even clearly feel a complex feeling inside, making them feel depressed or even constrained. Everyone was wondering how deep the emotions were to release this kind of aura.
Fei Hung's back seemed to convey loneliness and sadness.
They could not think of anything else because of the aura released by one person.
What kind of a man is this...
What kind of experience did he have to have such deep emotions ...
How could he release this kind of emotion while being silent ...
Tens of seconds passed, feeling this feeling when Fei Hung's flat voice sounded and pulled them out of their trance.
"Your mother wasn't sick .. she was poisoned ..."
When Fei Hung arrived at Xin Wanying's mother's room at first, he released his spiritual senses and ascertained his condition by looking at the weakened condition of the body and its signs.
Fei Hung was convinced that Xin Wanying's mother was suffering from pain from being poisoned. He had been poisoned without anyone realizing it, besides, his poison was undetectable, making him more like an old age disease.
He turned around to look at Mr. Mo who was checking on the condition of the woman, while also looking at her medicinal herbs and potions.
He heard when Xin Zhi spoke weakly of her desires and regrets to Xin Wanying, speaking to him with love and affection. A mother's heart for her daughter could be felt in her voice.
Walking silently and listening to their conversation, Fei Hung stood in front of the wall and a small table set aside in the corner of the room.
Fei Hung looked at the painting of the Xin family hanging on the wall.
Clearly, the painting on the wall was Xin Wanying and Xin Master with their parents. There are so many pictures of them as babies until they were teenagers.
Fei Hung could not help but feel the memories of his life when he saw the painting of their family picture.
Despite having become a great swordsman in the God Realm and being above millions of cultivators, the path in his cultivation practice was long and lonely, even more so if there was no one for him to be able to lean on.
Fei Hung was depressed as he recalled his past.
Before he entered the path of cultivation, he was just an ordinary child in another world. He has a foster family like any other normal child.
...
Fei Hung then recalled all the memories.
"Hung'er don't eat too much, you can get sick .. I don't want you to have a stomachache."
"But Mom, I'm so hungry ..."
"Hemm, well, Hung'er dear, but only eat half of what you can digest for now so you don't get sick ..."
...
"Dad! When are you going to teach me how to fight and become a warrior like you?"
"Hehe, little Hung'er, you're too small to be a swordsman and learn to fight ..."
"But I want to fight with you and everyone!"
"okay! But we can only train with me so you don't get hurt! If anything happens to you, I'm sure your mother will hit me a lot..."
"Ymm! Thank you dad!"
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"Mmm, no. Hehe, how can I like someone? Why are you asking like that, brother?"
"Because I want to make sure our Hung'er doesn't suffer because of any bad woman!"
"But I really don't like anyone, except brother. Uh, does sister have someone you like too?"
"Hehe, sure! It's you I like! Mmm maybe we can get married when we grow up!"
"Are you serious, brother? But ... Sister and brother cannot marry each other ..."
"Hehehe, of course you can! You might be surprised in the future ..."
"Huuo.... You say it like that, without telling me why!"
"I just want to see your face when you pout, Hehehe ...!"
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"I love you so much, Mom!"
"But I love you even more Hung'er!"
"Hehey"
"All right! Now I'll help you take a shower. A good child should always be clean of dirt."
"Yes!"
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"Mom...why didn't I have a painting when I was a baby until now?"
"Hmm"? Ehh, it's because we had an accident at home and a lot of things were missing, including your painting..."
"Really, mom?"
"Dear Hung'er, you don't have to feel sad. You are my treasure, my light, my handsome son. Come on, let me hold you ..."
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"Happy Birthday Huang'er!"
"He is 12 years old now. So fast time passed ..."
"Huang'er, come to your grandmother to embrace!"
"How handsome is my grandson..!"
"He's even very smart!"
"It was expected of a genius child blessed by heaven."
"He will definitely become a dragon among humans someday!"
...
Back in the real environment, beyond the shadow of Fei Hung's current memories.
"Great Teacher..."
He faintly heard Xin Wanying's voice, calling out to him.
Fei Hung was still silent. His sadness still enveloped him.
He picked up the painting that was on the small table beside him.
There, he could clearly see the painting of the Xin family from a few years ago.
In the painting, Xin Wanying and Xin Tian, they looked to be around 8-11 years old. They were with both of their parents. It seems that their mother has not fallen into bed as of now.
Fei Hung felt in his heart the memories of his family when he held the painting in his hand. A drop of tears flowed down her cheeks while a feeling of sadness at remembering her childhood and depression continued to appear in her heart, not realizing that she was unconsciously affecting the feelings of those around her.