"Don't cry" 。“A man with a scar on his face comforted,” 。Your departure means a distance of tens of thousands of miles. 。The woman was heartbroken, “the journey was fraught with danger and life or death hung in the balance.” 。"I will be back." 。"The scarred man whispered a promise, "I swear, with my life, I will return, to see you and the children." 。The woman looked up at the man and said, “I know, once you leave... I'm afraid our family will never see each other again in this lifetime.” 。The man with the scar was silent. 。Although he swore, he knew how difficult it would be to make it back. 。If I can't escape back within three months 。The scar-faced man whispered, "Just consider me dead! I've already asked Wang Chong for help! If you get into trouble, you can ask him for help." 。He will never back down. 。","Creak" 。The door suddenly flew open, and a thin little boy looked at his parents inside the room and said: "Father" 。The scar-faced man was taken aback, and immediately got up to walk to his son's side. He touched his son's head, his expression a mixture of love and reluctance. 。"Dad, did you leave early this morning" The boy looked at his father. 。We must enter Yang's mansion early this morning and cannot come out again. 。"The scarred man nodded. “We’ll leave first thing tomorrow morning, and Dad might be gone for a very long time.” 。Big boy, Dad's not here, you are the only man in the house, be sure to take good care of your mother and sister. 。",The boy looked at the scarred man, “I haven’t learned the swordsmanship you taught me yet!” The scarred man trembled, his eyes slightly reddened. 。I want to protect Mother, protect my younger sister. 。"The boy said, 'I want to be as strong as Dad.'" 。Okay. 。The scar-faced man walked straight out of the house. 。The father and son were in the small courtyard outside. 。We only have this night, you must force yourself to remember. 。The man with the scar held a shield in his left hand and a knife in his right. The boy also had a small shield and a short sword. 。"Shield charge!" The scarred man held his shield in his left hand and charged forward, his blade already slashing down. 。The boy followed suit. 。In the dim light of a candle inside, in the courtyard, a father and son, one teaching, the other learning. 。I practiced the Sixty-Four Forms of the Shield Sword, once, twice, thrice... before I realized the sky was already bright. 。"Dad, I remember. " 。The boy looked at his father. 。。