"Grandpa, did you hear it last night? The sword in the study made another sound, so strange! Why is the sound so loud this time, as if you are crying and screaming."

"I heard it. Maybe the owner of this sword is coming. This is an ancient sword. It has spirituality and can feel it yourself."

This is in the living room of the Xiao family. Xiao Yunyi was talking to her grandfather, and Xiao Zhengrong was also sitting aside. While talking, the doorbell outside the yard rang. Xiao Yunyi went to open the door. The person who came in was Feng Junzi with a haggard face - he obviously didn't have a good rest last night.

Mr. Xiao seemed to have expected Feng Junzi to come and greet him to sit down. Feng Junzi looked a little dull. After saying hello, he sat on the sofa in a daze. Xiao Yunyi seemed to be very interested in Feng Junzi. When pouring tea, he asked: "I heard from my brother that you ran to Longwangtang. Have you noticed anything? Tell me and tell me next time. Let me go with me."

Feng Junzi seemed not to hear her words, so he looked up and said to Xiao Zhengrong: "I originally wanted to find the old man. Since Xiao Zhengrong is here, that would be even better." As he spoke, he suddenly raised his left hand and a chopstick flew straight from nowhere. Feng Junzi's sneak attack was very sudden, but Xiao Zhengrong reacted quickly and reached out and gently grabbed the chopsticks between his fingers.

Before everyone could react, Feng Junzi continued, "Xiao Zhengrong, you are optimistic. Is this the kung fu you used in Longwangtang that day?"

Xiao Zhengrong said with surprise: "This is the universe in my sleeve that grandpa taught me. Why do you do it?...No, the hidden weapon you emit has no internal strength, it is just the same technique. What's going on?"

Feng Junzi: "It turns out that Mr. Xiao taught you, and I can't do it either. I just gestured according to my appearance. To be honest, I don't know if you can believe it. I learned the skills in my dream last night. I had a dream, and in my dream I used a hidden weapon like this."

Xiao Yunyi was the first to exclaim: "There is such a thing! It's so fun. Can you teach me too? My grandfather is partial and I only teach my brother but not me. It turns out that you can learn even when dreaming. How did you dream?"

Mr. Xiao finally spoke: "Yunyun, don't mess around, just your temperament is not suitable for martial arts. Go to the study and bring the sword."

Xiao Yunyi turned around and took out a long sword and put it on the coffee table. The sword was in the sheath, but the sword body was clearly engraved on the golden swallow of the sword, the sword hilt was clearly engraved with two seal characters - Tianxin. This was the long sword Feng Junzi held in his dream. Feng Junzi couldn't help but stand up when he saw the sword: "I want to ask the origin of this sword, how could it be here with you?"

Xiao Yunyi answered first: "This sword is old and older than us, but I have been on the battlefield with my grandfather and killed the Japanese."

Mr. Xiao did not seem to be in a hurry to answer Feng Junzi's question, but said to Xiao Yunyi: "In fact, there are not many times when using swords on the battlefield, and at that time they used big swords more."

Xiao Yunyi: "Yes, yes, isn't there a song called "The Big Sword Knife on the Head of the Japanese"? Grandpa, have you also played the Big Sword?"

Seeing that Xiao Yunyi was entangled, Feng Junzi was a little anxious and interrupted, "Old man, what I want to ask is this sword."

Mr. Xiao: "Don't worry, I said last time that I might give you something, this sword, you can take it back and study it slowly."

"What? Give it to him?" Xiao Zhengrong and Xiao Yunyi were both shocked. They remembered that the sword had been hanging in the study room. The old man refused to move like a treasure. When Xiao Yunyi was a child, he once took the sword off and took it outside to make a random gesture. He was beaten by his grandfather. He heard that Mr. Xiao suddenly gave the sword to Feng Junzi, both of them were very surprised.

Feng Junzi was also shocked and couldn't speak for a moment. Mr. Xiao explained: "This sword is not mine, I just kept it for others for so many years."

Feng Junzi: "Old man, this sword is not mine either, why should I give it to me?"

Mr. Xiao: "You will know after I finished speaking. This story is too long and I don't know where to start. Let's tell the story of killing the Japanese with a big knife first."

Feng Junzi was confused when he heard this, but Xiao Yunyi cheered: "Okay, okay, grandpa never talks about these things, and he finally opened his mouth today."

Mr. Xiao ignored Xiao Yunyi and asked Xiao Zhengrong instead: "Zhengrong, you are a martial arts practitioner. I ask you, what sect did the assassination technology of the army before the liberation originate from?"

Xiao Zhengrong: "Assassination technique? This doesn't seem to be considered a master of martial arts. How can there be any sect?"

Mr. Xiao: "You are wrong. I have taught you all these, but you don't know. I said that you may not know anyone, that is Han Muxia, the hero of Kanto in the past. Most of the assassination techniques of the old army were passed down by him."

Feng Junzi: "Who is Han Muxia? What is the relationship with this sword?"

Mr. Xiao: "Don't talk about this sword first. Han Muxia's master is the famous martial artist Zhang Zhankui, and Zhang Zhankui's master is Dong Haichuan, the founder of the famous Baguazhang..."

When it comes to Dong Haichuan's name, even those who have never practiced martial arts have heard of Feng Junzi. Everyone stopped interrupting and listened to Mr. Xiao continue to talk: "At that time, Young Marshal Zhang Xueliang asked Han Muxia to be the martial arts teacher in the army. Senior Han simplified the 108-style Xingyi chain gun technique to stab, pull, pick, collapse, and split, which was very practical on the battlefield. Later, the Northeast Army was disbanded, and some people were incorporated into Song Zheyuan's 29th Army. At that time, the army was in short supply and there were no military spears, and the soldiers fought with big swords. Senior Han then compiled the sixty-four-style Baguazhang into a set of sword techniques."

Xiao Zhengrong finally couldn't help but speak: "Baguazhang seems not suitable for fighting on the battlefield, and it's too difficult to learn."

Mr. Xiao: "Zhengrong you are wrong. It seems that your skills are not yet ready. This set of sword techniques only has four tricks. The most difficult thing about Baguazhang is footwork, but Senior Han only used the four basic steps: stepping, side step, turning, and regressing. The sword techniques are four tricks: wrapping the head and brain, sweeping with the trend, blooming left and right, and chopping the horse and chopping the stakes."

Mr. Xiao stood up and gestured while speaking. Feng Junzi and Xiao Yunyi didn't see any tricks. Only Xiao Zhengrong was amazed: "I am really a martial arts celebrity. These four sword techniques are not only simplified, but also most suitable for close combat on the battlefield, and they can learn quickly."

Mr. Xiao: "Han Muxia is a real hero in modern times. Some people who practice martial arts may have higher martial arts skills than him, but only he truly transformed martial arts into national martial arts. Although the war has bid farewell to cold weapons now, we do not need to use Xingyi gun and Baguazhang to fight the enemy, the spirit of martial arts remains unchanged. In comparison, our master and apprentice are far inferior to senior Han Muxia. No matter how good the martial arts are, they are just the courage of ordinary men."

Xiao Yunyi suddenly asked, "Grandpa, you are also a combat hero. I have never heard of you practicing martial arts. Who is better with your martial arts skills or that Han Muxia?"

Mr. Xiao: "I don't know that there is no comparison between experts, but I think my senior brother's kung fu is probably not inferior to Senior Han."

Xiao Zhengrong: "Grandpa, do you still have a senior brother?"

Mr. Xiao: "I have never mentioned my master's teaching. In fact, my master and Han Muxia are from the same school, but their actions are very different. My master is not a bad person. His ancestors were the great guards in the palace for several generations and have always been loyal to the Qing royal family. After the Qing emperor abdicated, he still lived in the Forbidden City. My master has been with Puyi since then. In 1924, General Feng Yuxiang drove the little emperor to Tianjin, and his master also arrived in Tianjin. Han Muxia found his master and asked his master to join the army, but his master did not leave.

Later, Puyi was brought to the northeast by the Japanese and became the emperor of the puppet Manchukuo. My master loyally protected the master and still became the palace guard of the puppet Manchukuo. The master had many disciples in Manchu, but there were only two disciples who really got started, Senior Brother Feng and me. We both later became Puyi’s palace guards with our master…”

Speaking of this, Xiao Yunyi widened her eyes and said in surprise: "Grandpa, you have done it before-"

Old Xiao nodded and said calmly: "Yes, it doesn't matter if you say it's all right. I've been the kind of traitor you mentioned."

Xiao Zhengrong: "Grandpa, how did you join the revolution later? Why have I never heard of this history?"

Mr. Xiao: "If you have heard that you may not be there now. After all, I have experienced an era that you cannot imagine. I did not say that this experience was not because I wanted to cover up anything, but because I wanted to protect my family. I remember that in the movements in the 1950s and 1960s, many underground workers in the white area were knocked down as long as they explained to the organization that they had worked in the white area, and some had lost their lives. If I told this history, there would probably be no brothers and sisters in this world."

Feng Junzi finally heard something and asked, "My master, your senior brother's surname is Feng, right?"

Mr. Xiao: "Yes, my senior brother's surname is Feng and his name is Feng Xingzhi. This sword is his sword. He was the number one master in the puppet Manchukuo at that time, but unfortunately this title seems to be disgraceful now. My later experience of participating in the revolution is also related to my senior brother's experience..."
Chapter completed!