majestic tiger

Chapter 300 Uncle
At this time, Wei Hang's face was full of solemnity, his eyes were cold, and his heart was already full of huge waves.

For Liao Shusheng, Wei Hang will never forget the uncle who was by his side and devoted himself to protecting him when he was young.

Uncle was also a hero who was brutally murdered to protect him, who would rather die than surrender.

Uncle fulfilled the oath he made, swore to be loyal to the late emperor, and swore to protect the late emperor's only prince, His Highness Hang.

When my uncle gave up his life for righteousness, he had not yet reached his thirties, nor had he married and established a business. The beautiful life had just begun, but it was abruptly terminated.

At this moment, his uncle's smiling face appeared in his mind, so real and so clear.Some memory fragments of getting along with my uncle also penetrated the years and rushed to my heart.

In Wei Hang's incomplete memories, this uncle always likes to laugh heartily and act in a hurry.

He has excellent martial arts skills, he can dance with two big swords smoothly, and his sword skills have reached the point of perfection, he is definitely a first-class swordsman hero.

Uncle is very kind to Weihang and loves Weihang very much.His shoulders became Wei Hang's seat for a while.

Weihang would often be hugged and lifted by him, and then sat on his shoulders.

On the tall uncle's shoulders, Wei Hang's field of vision has expanded a lot, and he can see farther and more. He is naturally very happy.

Until now, he still clearly remembers the situation of riding on his uncle's shoulders.Uncle grabbed his two legs, while he held his uncle's head, one big and one small ran on the hillside, laughing while running.

Uncle's hahaha laughter, together with Wei Hang's childish laughter, spilled over the entire hillside, so that the entire valley echoed their joyful laughter.

Weihang still remembers that his uncle used wood to help him make small toys, but it is a pity that those lifelike small wooden knives, small wooden swords, and small wooden figures were all lost during the moving process. great regret.

His uncle would also take him into the mountains to pick mushrooms and wild fruits of various colors; he also hunted prey, such as wild rabbits, pheasants, and even wild boars, etc., and made delicious food for the family as a tooth sacrifice.

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That was also the most carefree and happy time that Weihang had spent so far.

But one morning, my uncle waved goodbye to him with a smile and promised to bring him something delicious at noon.

Wei Hang obediently sent his uncle away, and then waited anxiously for his uncle to come back.

But his uncle didn't come back at noon that day, and Xiao Weihang looked forward to the evening again, thinking that his uncle would come back when it was dark.

As a result, that night, when he fell asleep, his uncle still didn't show up.

The next day, my father went out in a hurry.

Wei Hang waited for another day, but he still didn't wait for his uncle to return, only waiting for his father to come home.

Weihang was young at that time, and didn't know that his uncle had been killed, so he immediately went to pester his father, crying for his uncle.

His father picked him up, wiped away his tears, and told him sadly: "Uncle will not come back, he has gone far away."

"Father, I'm going too, why didn't Uncle take Hang'er?" Wei Hang cried.

His mother quickly covered his mouth with her hand and said, "Hang'er, don't talk nonsense, you are a child, and uncle won't let you go to that place."

Xiao Weihang, who didn't know what to do, had to continue crying and expressing his dissatisfaction.

He closed his eyes and cried out for his uncle.

Then he heard his mother crying, he opened his eyes quickly, and saw that his mother was already in tears, which scared him so much that he stopped crying.

The father hugged his mother and said: "Now is not the time to cry, pack up quickly, we have to move."

It was night, and the Weihang family left the mountain where they had lived for a long time.

Weihang vaguely remembered that he was being carried on his back by his father, his mother was holding his infant brother in his arms, and the family was on their way in the moonlight.The father also fell a few somersaults, which woke him up who was sleeping soundly on his father's back.

Since that day, his life has been very different from before.

He didn't know how his uncle was killed until later, when his parents told him the truth about his life experience.

At that time, the Xirong people grabbed my uncle and forced him to tell the whereabouts of his mother and him. The uncle gritted his teeth and endured the torture without uttering a word.The Xirong people became enraged and killed their uncle, and brutally dismembered his body, hanging his head on the city wall for public display. It is said that his uncle's eyes were always wide open.

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Weihang returned from the memories to reality, seeing his mother weeping next to him, and his aunt sighing repeatedly, he really wanted to take a long breath to cover his tears and cry a lot.

However, my uncle never shed tears when he was alive, and he didn't like people to shed tears. He often said to Wei Hang: "We are good men, even if we sweat and bleed, we can't shed tears."

So Weihang can't cry, and can't do things that displease his uncle.

So he suppressed the sadness in his heart, looked up at the beams of the roof, clenched his hands into fists, and tried his best to suppress the tears in his eyes.

There is a saying clamoring in my heart: Uncle, Wei Hang misses you very much.

The thick cross-bars on the roof beams were a little blurred, and the moisture in the eye sockets became more intense. Wei Hang hurriedly pinched his palms until the nails sank deep into the flesh.But he felt no pain at all.

Mother Liu came over to refill the water with the thermos. Seeing the sadness here, she was very anxious.

"Ma'am, what's wrong with you?" She asked in a low voice but worried.

Mrs. Xiao just wiped away her tears and didn't answer.

Yun Xianiang had no choice but to say to Liu's mother on her behalf: "Brother Liao was mentioned just now, and my sister cried."

After hearing this, Mother Liu quickly put the thermos in her hand on the table, bent down, and persuaded Mrs. Xiao and Wei Hang with nice words.

Yun Xianiang also interrupted from time to time, joining in the persuasion.

Mrs. Xiao managed to stop her tears, but she felt her whole body go limp, she leaned her head on Wei Hang's shoulder, her eyes were blank and her face was pitiful.

Wei Hang took a deep breath, and said softly: "Mother, Uncle, he liked laughing the most during his lifetime, and he hated crying the least. Let's follow him, just laugh and don't cry, okay?"

After finishing speaking, Wei Hang took the lead in showing a smiling face.

"Hang'er, mother knows, but the tears are disobedient and flow out on their own."

"Mother, just think, uncle is looking at us in the sky, if we laugh, he will be happy, so you will laugh."

Madam Xiao looked up at the sky and smiled sadly.

Big brother, are you okay over there?Don't worry, we are all fine, Hang'er is getting better and better, the sword technique you taught him has been practicing, and he is getting better and better...

The mother and son adjusted for a while before they came out of the sadness.

After Yun Xianiang said goodbye and went back, Wei Hang ran to his room and found the two big knives left by his uncle.

The two knives were well protected by Wei Hang, shining brightly, the blades were like autumn frost, surrounded by a domineering aura, very shocking.

Undoubtedly, these are two fine knives.

This knife was passed down from my uncle's master to my uncle, and my uncle loved them very much and regarded them as treasures.

Weihang stroked the handle of the knife with his hand, muttered to himself for a while, then took the knife to the yard and waved it around.

Under the sun, the young man exerted all his strength to dance the two knives like a breeze. The knives seemed to have become a part of his body, and they were in perfect harmony with him, allowing him to wield them freely.

The arc drawn by the knife is perfect and amazing, and they are connected together.Others saw the dazzling white light flickering, and there was not even a needle gap.

The pace under Wei Hang's feet is even more like flowing clouds and flowing water, which makes people dazzled.

The two spectators in the courtyard: Mrs. Xiao and Mama Liu followed Wei Hang's gaze, seeing him sometimes like a flying swallow, sometimes like a swimming dragon, perfectly integrated with the knife, they couldn't help clapping and applauding.

After dancing a set of saber techniques, Wei Hang withdrew his momentum, already covered in sweat.But the heaviness that weighed heavily on my heart finally eased.

(End of this chapter)