Xu Jingming shook his head slightly. 。He had heard a number of residents weeping in the night these past few days, most of them were families 'pillars' being forced to leave the Imperial City. 。In the eyes of the great clan, these subordinates are nothing more than pawns to be sacrificed. 。Xu Jingming thought to himself, he had seen too much of these things in the capital city these past few months. He sighed secretly and left. 。In a dwelling next to Xu Jingming's. 。,"Go to sleep early." 。The man with the scar said 。"Dad",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. 。。