The Man Who Brought Chaos to the World

Chapter 7

Ever since Pan Qing Cang met his master again 16 years ago, he had never seen him lose his temper in such a way. Now, after listening to him, he thought about it carefully and realized that he had indeed gone a little overboard. Immediately, he felt a little ashamed and said, "Master, disciple..."

Murong Xuan saw that he wanted to explain, so he quickly stopped him and said loudly, "Forget it, I am getting old. This is your family business, so I can't intervene. Since Tian'er has returned safely, it's time for me to go. I don't need to see him, so that I won't feel uncomfortable." After that, he left.

When Pan Qingcang saw that Murong Xuan was really angry, he quickly knelt down and said, "Master, I know I'm wrong. Please stay here and stay for a few more days!"

Upon hearing Pan Qingcang's apology, Murong Xuan stopped. After a long time, he said earnestly and earnestly, "Since ancient times, every parent has longed for their children to succeed. However, there's a saying that goes 'it's my fault whether they take care of their children or not'." You don't necessarily have to count on beating and scolding to educate your children. I was the one who did the wrong thing back then. Over the years, I've been regretting treating you so rudely. I feel extremely guilty all the time. I just hope that you won't make the same mistake and make yourself as I do in the future. Do you know?"

After listening to Murong Xuan's lesson, Pan Qingcang quickly said respectfully, "Yes, I will definitely remember your lessons. I should correct myself. I hope that you won't be angry with me and will stay for a few days longer!"

After Murong Xuan heard this, he calmed down and turned to Pan Qingcang, saying, "You can understand my difficulties, and I am satisfied. Little Treasure is still waiting for me to teach him swordsmanship, so he can't stay here for long. If you have time some other day, bring Tian'er, Huang'er, and Ting'er to my place!" After that, Murong Xuan left without looking back.

Pan Qingcang watched Murong Xuan walk away and stood up from the ground after a long time. He looked back at Pan Tian and saw that his face was still full of fear. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He slowly squatted down and coaxed him, "Tian'er, don't be afraid! Dad will never scold you anymore. Tell Dad, where have you been all night? Is that okay?"

Pan Tian had been afraid of Pan Qingcang ever since he was a child. Just now, he had been lectured by him, and in addition, he had been scared for an entire night. When he thought that Pan Qingcang was going to scold him again, he was so scared that he burst into tears.

Seeing that Pan Tian was so afraid, Little Red quickly comforted him. "Tian'er is so obedient! Tell Second Mother what you've done for the whole day and night, okay?"

Seeing Little Red's question, Pan Tian began sobbing. "I began walking south when I left the house. But little did I expect that I would encounter a little wounded rabbit when I was far away. I was worried that it might not be able to run quickly and might be eaten by the cat, so I bound it up. Little Tian realized that the cat was trying to eat something. Shocked, he ran immediately and realized that he was about to be eaten by the cat, when Second Mother once told me that if anything dangerous happened to him, I would look for Mother and she would surely help me. Seeing that, I ran towards Mother. She might have found me, but she did not see me. I was so terrified that I saw the cat charging at me with its huge mouth. I immediately fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already dark and remembered that Father had instructed me to return before dark. I was about to leave when I realized that there were many dark green things watching me. I did not dare to move, but later, I saw some buns and peaches. Despite knowing that they were the food that Father had prepared for Mother, I was too hungry and ate a steamed bun and a peach, and I fell asleep again. Second Mother, I begged Father not to blame me for stealing from Mother and the peach and the bun."

After listening to Pan Tian's story, Little Red couldn't imagine a seven-year-old child looking so pitiful and scared in front of her mother's gravestone alone. She couldn't even imagine how he felt when he was alone and faced all of them alone. She couldn't help but stop asking, tears streaming down her cheeks.

When Pan Tian saw Little Red crying, he quickly wiped away her tears and said, "Second Mother, are you afraid as well? But don't cry. Mom will bless me. Look, isn't Tian fine?"

When Little Red saw that at such a young age, Pan Tian already knew how to show concern for her, she couldn't help but feel even more moved. She quickly wrapped her arms around him.

After a long while, Mo'er asked, "Tian'er, did you say that you stayed with Mom all night?"

Pan Tian raised his head to look at Mo'er and replied, "Yes, Aunt! I wanted to return, but I was too timid. I could only stay with my mother and didn't dare to come back. I had to wait until dawn before returning."

Mo'er wanted to say something but did not say it. There seemed to be some tears in the corner of her eyes as she turned around to wipe them.

Pan Qingcang also never expected that he would encounter such a situation. He couldn't help but feel deeply ashamed of his own actions. At the moment, he thought that even if Pan Tian couldn't find a book, it didn't matter. He would still teach him martial arts. However, when he just wanted to comfort him, Pan Tian took out a book from his arms and said, "Dad, Tian has found a book. Can you not blame Tian for secretly eating my mother's things?"

Pan Qingcang could no longer control himself at this moment. He took the book from Pan Tian with trembling hands and opened it. As expected, it was the "Lonely Sword" that he had asked him to find. He couldn't help but hug Pan Tian tightly, "Tian'er, Dad is wrong. Dad will promise you in the future. I won't beat you or scold you anymore."

After Pan Tian heard this, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Then dad won't blame me for secretly eating mom's food, will he?"

Pan Qingcang looked at him with tears streaming down his face and said, "No, daddy is so happy that he can't even wait. How could he blame Tian'er?"

Hearing this, Pan Tian smiled happily.

From then on, Pan Qingcang began to teach his three children to learn skills carefully. In addition to learning his "Iron Ape Swordsmanship", the three of them also specialized in medical skills. Pan Xiao learned the art of disguise, and Pan Tian learned the "Lonely Sword".

###Chapter8,A Fight Between Father and Son

Time flew. In the blink of an eye, eight years had passed. Pan Ting had turned into an 18-year-old girl. She was beautiful and graceful. And her two brothers Pan Xia and Pan Tian were only fifteen years old. Pan Xia loved to move, Pan Tian was quiet, Pan Zhao was slightly black and strong, and Pan Tian was pale and weak. Although they both had their own advantages, they were both valiant and extraordinary. Today, except for the last move of the three brother and sister's Iron Ape Swordsmanship, which was "Sword Finger Hengshan", all the other swordsmanship had reached perfection.

Over the past few years, the three had mastered their respective unique skills. Pan Xiao's disguise was fantastic and difficult to distinguish. For many times, Pan Xiao had deliberately put on a makeup of his sister, Pan Ting, to make Pan Tian happy. But it was a pity that Pan Tian had been teased by him time and time again, but there was nothing he could do. Sometimes, when twoPan Ting stood together, even Pan Qingcang and his companions could not really tell which one was true and which one was false. And Pan Tian practiced the Dugu sword every day. Although this sword style had only one move, it could generate nine sword styles from it. However, these nine sword styles were different and strange. There were many times when Pan Qingcang to destory each other, but all of them ended in defeat. Even he had to admit that time and tide over time, he became bluer and bluer than the other.

On this day, Pan Qingcang was teaching the three siblings how to practice the last move of the Iron Ape Sword Art, "Sword Pointing River and Mountain", which was the most delicate, powerful, and powerful move in the Iron Ape Sword Art. It could turn into thousands of sword shadows, and people couldn't tell if it was real or not. On top of that, it could also attack different targets at the same time, but there was no difference. Once Pan Qingcang used this move, "Sword Pointing Mountain", to kill four of the twelve zodiacs in the assassin group, making their skulls cracked, and they were instantly killed. It was also the same move, Pan Qingcang defeated Sword God in the battle of Xiaoyao Palace, and won the title of Sword God in one fell swoop, which became a good story in the Jianghu.

However, if one wanted to practice this sword art well, it would be even more difficult. Not only would one have to rely on talent, but one would also have to look at one's fate. If one wasn't fated, no matter how great one's talent was, it would be of no avail.

At this moment, Pan Qingcang was holding onto his wooden sword as he focused on channeling his Qi. The three siblings stood to the side and watched carefully.

All of a sudden, he saw Pan Qing's wooden sword dance like a serpent sticking out its tongue. Pan Qingcang's steps were light and agile, and after taking a look at the sword, he felt extremely light and light. It didn't seem like he was a man practicing his sword skills at all, but it was more like a young girl dancing, making people lose themselves in it. Just as the three siblings were immersed in the dance, the tip of Pan Qing Cang's sword suddenly tapped against the ground, borrowing the force of the force to bounce up. With a soft shout, his body immediately became like a dragon emerging from the sea, rising up ten feet into the air. The tip of the sword trembled in his hand, producing sword flowers that shot straight towards the ground.

The three siblings quickly looked up and felt dazzled. There were sword shadows everywhere. Layers of Sword Breath pressed down from the top of their heads, like the weight of heaven, suffocating them. At that moment, Dad's sword hit the 500 kg stone on top of the divine dragon's head. Suddenly, the stone was earth-shattering and turned into thousands of pieces. Just as he stood firm on the ground, the thousand-year-old Dragon Blood Tree on the divine dragon's top also slowly broke from the middle of the trunk and turned into pieces of broken wood.

It was said that this Dragonblood Tree was as hard as steel. Only the western version of the tropical way had this kind of tree. China was also very rare. The tree was more than 8,000 years old. Once it was cut by a sword, it would bleed like a human. It was very miserable. The locals would call it "divine tree".