Chapter 1: Grandparents and Grandchildren

All ownership here belongs to the government, and the other residents also hold the status of forest rangers.

The firewood in the stove crackled, and the sound of boiling water emerged from the charred boiler, with the lid of the pot bouncing up and down, simultaneously releasing white steam outward

If a swordsmanship master were present here, they would be able to discern that this has already reached a very high level of swordsmanship. At this age, it would be impossible for even the most exceptional bloodlines to manifest such prowess

At this moment, Feng Yiyou, who had been engrossed in eating, seemed to sense his grandfather's emotions. He raised his head to look at the elderly man in front of him, swallowed the food in his mouth, and after blinking his bright eyes, paused for a moment before saying: "I am fine"

The voice of the only remaining figure from his memories, his mother, also emerged in Feng Yi's heart at that moment

If it were not for the government discovering the irregularities, along with the assistance of other countries in implementing restrictions and interventions, this proportion would likely have increased further

Regarding his parents, Feng Yiyou harbored little resentment, or rather, he did not know how to feel resentment due to his character. Resentment would not change the current situation; apart from making life more difficult, it would serve no purpose whatsoever

It is uncertain whether it is due to the blankness of memory seeking solace, or the body's instinctive desire to receive maternal guidance, or some other unknown reason, but over the past six years, I have devoted all my energy to the way of the sword.

After finishing the meal and putting down the chopsticks, the old man smiled as he saw his great-grandson tidying up and carrying the plates out. The numerous creases in his wrinkled face relaxed a bit, causing Feng Yiyou to pause for a moment before leaving the room as usual

The practiced sword techniques have been perfected, and Feng Yiyou is preparing today's dinner. Her parents are completely out of touch, and on ordinary days, Feng Yiyou has taken on the responsibilities of both her own life and that of her grandfather. She has a quota from the relief agency and subsidies for organizing the mountains, along with her occasional secret income from foraging for herbs and hunting. Life is, after all, barely manageable.

That koala was caught during a hunting trip. It was originally intended to be traded for fabric and meat, but the uncle who used to collect items for himself said he dared not accept it, claiming that it is a nationally protected species and that the penalties for illegal trade are very severe.

In the yard in front of a household on this small hill, a koala is leisurely chewing the leaves in its hands while perched on a eucalyptus tree.

Perhaps like his appearance, his talent in swordsmanship has also inherited his mother's genes. Feng Yiyou has never felt that he has encountered any so-called bottlenecks, and has been steadily improving in a natural and effortless manner.

With a gesture of the finger, a sword was drawn effortlessly, and the fierce wind that sliced through the void evenly cut the drifting leaf from m.hetushu.com into three parts

However, the most difficult and concentrated force to achieve is that of a solitary warrior, with the force of the sword being the most prominent among them

Based on his vague impressions and the words spoken to him by his grandfather, he understands that there seems to be an unavoidable reason that led to his father leaving before his birth, and that his mother likely stayed specifically until he was able to manage taking care of himself and his grandfather before she departed

Even the act of secretly gathering firewood has been completely permitted

Boom

There was no other way; he had to release this creature, which had very little meat on it, directly. However, he did not expect it to linger in his yard. As a result, some uniformed individuals came to inquire about the situation. They ultimately decided to let it be. Consequently, in Feng Yiyou's work as a forest ranger, there was an additional responsibility of caring for this creature. In return, the monthly supplies increased significantly with the use of vouchers.

Although Feng Yiyou was unaware that comprehending the concept of 'force' among martial artists is a rare occurrence, even the lowest level could command the worship of many, he nonetheless followed the guidance within his heart and continued to advance... steadily and slowly suppressing his realm while consistently engaging in the process of condensation and refinement

Watching the figure of his great-grandson depart, the old man could not help but let out a slow sigh

However, at that moment, the floor of the room inexplicably trembled, causing the remaining elder to slightly change his expression

As for his own father, he has no impression whatsoever, and even his surname follows that of his mother.

Hehe, as expected of one with that guy's bloodline, in terms of swordsmanship talent, it is even superior to his mother's, sigh...

Seeing his great-grandson bringing dinner into the room

Well, of course, the Relief Bureau does provide basic household items like induction cookers, but due to a complete lack of interest in electronic products, Feng Yiyou replaced them early on with other daily necessities. On ordinary days, they use a stove and firewood.

Yiyou, you have worked hard

An elderly man, with white hair and beard, his face appearing aged and seemingly on the verge of being unable to move, yet possessing a contrasting aura reminiscent of an immortal, spoke in a voice that was surprisingly robust and resonant, inconsistent with his appearance

Qi is the foundation of power, yet it cannot easily condense and may dissipate, even becoming uncontrollable. When an ordinary person is consumed by anger, their rage becomes apparent. Typically, a normal person will experience a slight sense of fear, while a strong intent to kill can manifest as a palpable killing aura, capable of intimidating others. When Qi reaches its limit and begins to condense and gain control, it transforms into power.

After speaking, it seemed that he was also full, quietly sitting beside, waiting for the elder to finish eating

Even Feng Yiyou, who is not very good at communicating with her grandfather, merely responded with a grunt before burying herself in her meal. This elicited a faint sigh from the old man, who has long suffered due to the disappearance of his granddaughter and her husband, as well as the memory loss from her childhood. Such a young age has brought him such great pressure.

However, she probably did not anticipate that when she pursued her in the past, she would stumble and injure herself, even leading to memory loss.

Among these, three households are from the Huaxia Empire, or rather, due to geographical location and the intentional infiltration by the Huaxia Empire, currently over one-third of the immigrants in Aoshi are from the Huaxia Empire

Even in terms of physical fitness, there has yet to be an encounter with the limits of the human body, and continuous enhancement is taking place. What this implies is not entirely clear to Feng Yiyou; she only knows to practice according to her mother's instructions and then take care of her grandfather

If one wishes to, Feng Yiyou still has the confidence to break through that barrier, but the reminders from his mother linger in his mind. Without practice, without training, even if he gains his own power, it would still be an ordinary strength that is merely 'mediocre'.

On a small hill covered with lush greenery, there are three or four households. This place was once an indigenous temple. After the inland development in Aoshi, few people were willing to live here. However, these three or four households are relatively impoverished immigrants.

On weekdays, it is also necessary to utilize monitoring and machinery to take care of this forest, trimming branches. It is precisely for this reason that certain individuals exploit their power for personal gain, allowing them to obtain and use firewood here. As long as it is near a kitchen equipped with a complete fire safety system, there is no risk

Six years ago, after an accidental fall, Feng Yiyou nearly lost most of his childhood memories. When he awoke, he could only remember his mother's teachings about the way of the sword. Since then, his mother has also disappeared, leaving only himself and his elderly grandfather.

Only when a white figure appeared in the courtyard did it slowly turn its head to take a glance, and then continued to chew.

The leaves themselves seem not to have been affected by the strong winds, still drifting down to the ground along their original natural trajectory.

However, although there are no barriers in terms of skills and physical aspects, the level of spiritual and artistic conception has encountered a bottleneck due to the absence of the most direct trials of life and death in this era of peace.

The culmination of one's spirit to its limits is a product of intense concentration. Individuals at the pinnacle of any industry can form their own momentum. In fields such as music, chess, calligraphy, painting, governance, commerce, combat, and warfare... even on the battlefield, multiple individuals can gather and coalesce into a formidable force. If this momentum is shattered, it is highly likely that a collapse and rout will ensue

You have already solidified your skills at this threshold for quite some time. Starting tomorrow, I will accompany you in practice. Although this old body is not very agile, I can still assist you in maintaining a high level of mental discipline.