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  In a desolate and uninhabited mountain wilderness, a sudden rubbing sound came from the rocky wall of a mountain stream. As the rubbing sound grew louder, the rocky wall suddenly sank downward, revealing a passageway as tall as a person after a brief moment.

  Wei Yanxin led the Wei family members, and they came out of this passage one after another, and arrived at the original resting place of the crowd by the mountain stream.

  Although they escaped with their lives, everyone was silent and there was no joy at all. The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive because Wei Ziwu was not here.

  Big Uncle Wei Yan let out a faint sigh, his eyes filled with guilt as he looked at Wei Ziming. The gazes of Grandfather Wei Yongde, Second Grandfather Wei Yongjing, and Wei Zihao were all fixed on Wei Ziming, their eyes also revealing sadness and worry.

  Wei Ziming held the wooden box handed over by his uncle Wei Yansheng, although he didn't open it, but he knew what was inside. He had known since he was very young that Wei Zi Wu treasured the wooden swords and knives they played with as children as the most precious things and kept them stored away.

  The low-voiced Wei Ziming, although appearing very calm, had eyes that were fluctuating with unrest, and his entire being seemed somewhat oppressed.

  "I want to be alone for a while!" After walking through the secret passage, Wei Ziming stood still for a moment before suddenly speaking out in a slightly hoarse but firm and clear voice.

  After finishing this sentence, Wei Ziming directly walked towards a distant mountain head. Wei Yanxin's eyes showed a worried look, and just as he was about to speak out loud, he found a palm resting on his shoulder.

  Grandfather Wei Yongde shook his head slightly, indicating that he should not speak out, and Wei Yanxin also gave up speaking. Everyone here knew that the relationship between Wei Ziming and Wei Zi Wu was extremely deep.

  They all watched the two grow up, and many things were seen by them. Wei Ziwu cared about Wei Ziming, and Wei Ziwu considered Wei Ziming more important than his own life. And so did Wei Ziming.

  Although Wei Ziming was weak and frail in his childhood, unable to cultivate, he worked ten or a hundred times harder than others to cultivate in order to follow in the footsteps of Wei Ziwu. Originally unable to cultivate, Wei Ziming used his hard work to cultivate a thread of internal energy, reaching the third layer.

  It's a miracle that Wei Ziming was originally unable to cultivate, and this is also Wei Ziming's persistence, all for the sake of chasing after his elder brother's footsteps.

  Wei Ziming walked far away, and at this time, Mo Rou Rou, who was holding Xiao Jin Lang, hesitated for a moment before following him.

  On a mountain top, Wei Ziming gazed in the direction of Weijiazhuang. Although it was invisible from here, Weijiazhuang seemed to appear before his eyes.

  After gazing into the distance for a moment, Wei Ziming opened the wooden box in his hand and took out the exquisite wooden knife inside. He carefully and solemnly rubbed it with his hands, as if feeling the lingering aura on the knife. Through this lingering aura, Wei Ziming gradually fell into a state of reminiscence.

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  "Clang!" The wooden sword and wooden knife clashed, and Wei Ziming immediately retreated repeatedly.

  Originally there was no powerful Wei Ziwu, looking at the continuously retreating Wei Ziming, his feet stomped on the ground and also pretended to retreat continuously.

  "Oh no! Come on, Zǐ Míng!" Wèi Zǐ Wǔ shouted, retreating repeatedly before suddenly tripping and getting up again.

  Wei Ziming looked at Wei Ziwu, who was pretending to fall, and took a slight breath. His pale face revealed a hint of a smile "Brother! Again!"

  A "slam" sound continued to rise, this is the sound emitted by the wooden sword and wooden knife coming into contact.

  Wei Ziming repeatedly retreated, perhaps using too much force, his pale face looked even paler. Wei Zi Wu continued to pretend to retreat, taking several steps back before falling again.

  "Brother! Again!" Although his small face looked a bit pale, Wei Ziming revealed an excited expression and was about to raise the wooden sword once more.

  However, before the wooden sword was raised, Wei Ziming's hand went limp and the wooden sword fell to the ground with a "thud".

  Wei Ziming looked at the wooden sword on the ground, his eyes which originally didn't have much spirit, dimmed a bit more, and he fell silent.

  "Ah~~" Suddenly, Wei Ziming was awakened by Wei Zi Wu's miserable cry, and then looked up at Wei Zi Wu.

  "I'm bleeding!" Wei Ziwu looked at Wei Ziming and let out a loud, exaggerated cry as he stretched out his own bloody palm.

  On the ground, some dull pebbles were also stained with blood.

  "Brother! What's wrong?" Wei Ziming looked at Wei Zi Wu's blood-stained small hand and hastily walked over, asking with a worried face.

  "I was cut by sharp stones on the ground and my hand is bleeding." Wei Ziwu's face showed a painful expression, and he cried out in agony.

  "Son Ming! Go get me those medicinal herbs!" After shouting for a while, Wei Ziwu looked at Wei Ziming and saw that his attention had fully shifted, so he spoke up.

  "Alright! I'll go right away!" Wei Ziming hastily ran off to get the medicine.

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  "Thanks, Ziming! I'm leaving!" Wei Ziwu looked at the palm that had stopped bleeding and showed his white teeth, laughing loudly.

  Wei Ziming watched as Wei Ziwu's figure disappeared from his line of sight, and fell silent once again.

  Then bent down and picked up the blood-stained gravel, rubbing it with his hands that were not sharp.

  "Thanks, bro!" Wei Ziming said in a low voice to himself.

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  "Crack!" The wooden sword in his hand suddenly broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

  Wei Ziming gazed quietly at the wooden sword, looking at the mottled marks on it. These marks were left by him when he practiced sword fighting. At this moment, the wooden sword finally broke into two pieces.

  Wei Ziming sat on the threshold, gazing calmly at the broken wooden sword, but in the depths of his eyes, a fierce unwillingness flickered.

  Now he is still using a wooden sword, while Wei Ziwu has cultivated internal energy and reached the first layer. The wooden knife has been put away by Wei Ziwu, replaced with a steel knife.

  He couldn't even hold a steel knife, and in Wei Ziming's eyes, Wei Zi Wu was getting farther and farther away from him, almost to the point where he could no longer see his back.

  Wei Ziming didn't hate Wei Ziwu, he hated that he couldn't catch up with Wei Ziwu's footsteps.

  "Zi Ming!" Suddenly, Wei Zi Wu walked in from outside and spoke to Wei Zi Ming.

  Wei Ziming looked up at Wei Zi Wu, a faint smile appeared on his pale face, "Brother! You're here!"

  "Don't lose heart, Zǐ Míng!" At this time, Wei Zi Wu saw the wooden sword broken into two pieces on the ground, his eyes dimmed for a moment before he spoke.

  "Alright! I won't give up! I'll go cultivate in the secret room! I'll strive to cultivate internal energy!" Wei Ziming smiled slightly, then headed towards the secret room.

  Wei Ziming walked into the house and did not continue on to the practice room, but instead leaned against the back of the door, silent.

  Wei Zi Wu stood in front of the door, gazing at the wooden sword that had been broken into two segments, and fell silent.

  A moment later, Wei Ziwu bent down and picked up the two wooden swords. He looked at them seriously and said in a low voice, "I will always protect you!"

  Then, with a heavy heart, Wei Zi Wu left the small courtyard.

  Relying on Wei Ziming behind the door, he continued to maintain his silence.

  "I don't want to be a burden!" After a moment, Wei Ziming muttered to himself in a soft voice, as if he was making a vow. His childish tone carried a sense of heaviness.

  Wei Ziming then walked towards his own practice chamber.

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  Wei Ziming, lost in thought, had a crystal tear fall from the corner of his eye without realizing it.

  Wei Ziming put the wooden knife into the wooden box and then covered it.

  "Brother! I'll go and rescue him! No matter what, I must bring him back, I swear!" Wei Ziming said with a heavy tone, looking in the direction of the Wei family village.

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