chapter 7 father's letter

It's quiet at night.

Under the old apricot tree in the small courtyard.

After finishing her supper, Lauren Sowden leaned on a wicker chair and fanned lightly with a folding fan.

Ned Scurr, who had heard his mother mention how perfect his father was many times, waited for the nanny to clean the small round table, take away the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and asked the question that had been deep in his heart for many years: "Mom, what kind of person is my dad? Why?" Leave us behind?"

"Your dad...he..."

Lauren Sowden pondered and leaned back on the chair, turning his face to stare at the distant night sky, as if he was reminiscing about something.

At this moment, Ned Scurr felt a little regretful, worried that his mother's hidden past would be unbearable to look back on. When he was debating whether to change the topic, he saw the smile on his mother's face.

Reminiscing about the good times brings such a smile.

Ned Scurr secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time wondered how his father, whom he had never met and who had abandoned his mother for more than 20 years, could make his mother so obsessed with him.

"Your father is unparalleled and unparalleled in the world. He fulfilled all my imaginations about love." Ned Scurr was slightly startled by Lauren Sowden words.

Unparalleled, unparalleled in the world.

What kind of man deserves this compliment from his mother?

Ned Scurr couldn't imagine it.

You must know that my mother was born in the most glorious period of the Shen family. She must have been pursued by countless top talents as an adult. She was definitely not a brainless nympho with low vision.

Lauren Sowden understood why his son was so surprised and asked, "Do you think your master is great?"

"sharp……"

Ned Scurr nodded seriously.

The master's skills are superb and much stronger than him. There should be no strong person who can match the master in the dark world of the West.

Lauren Sowden said: "Twenty-five years ago, your master was besieged and was seriously injured and on the verge of death. It was your father who came to the rescue and healed his fatal injuries."

Ned Scurr was shocked.

Lauren Sowden continued: "This is the reason why your master accepted you as his disciple."

Ned Scurr looked at his mother blankly.

After staying with his master for more than ten years, his master never said why he accepted him as his disciple, let alone his father. He couldn't believe his mother's sudden words.

"Then why did my dad leave?" Su Hao asked his mother, Lauren Sowden, "Your dad has a blood feud and is afraid of hurting us."

"If my father is more powerful than my master, I really can't imagine who else in this world would have made him hide, or even abandon his wife and children."

In Ned Scurr view, if his father was more powerful than his master, he would definitely be a terrifying existence that no force would want to provoke.

Lauren Sowden shook her head. She couldn't answer her son's doubts because she never got to the bottom of what the man she loved said and believed.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Maybe, as Mom said, my father whom I have never met does have some unavoidable reasons."

Ned Scurr smiled bitterly, wondering in his mind whether he should go find the master.

Since the father whom he has never met is the master's savior, the master must know something about his father, and at least he has seen what his father is capable of.

You have to find the master.

Ned Scurr made up his mind calmly.

"Speaking of your master, I remembered something. At the beginning of the year, your master suddenly came to Beijing and handed me an iron box. He also told me that when you come back, I will give the iron box to you."

"Uh..."Ned Scurr was stunned.

Lauren Sowden said: "Mom has never opened the things your master gave you. Now I'm going to get them for you. You can see for yourself what's inside."

Ned Scurr nodded subconsciously.

Lauren Sowden got up, went to his bedroom, took out the iron box that had been hidden under the bed for more than a year, walked out of the room quickly, and handed the iron box to his son.

Ned Scurr got the old iron box and examined it for a long time. He couldn't see anything special about it, so he opened the iron box. There was a note and an unopened letter inside.

The note pressed against the envelope, blocking the words on the envelope.

"This is something your master left for you. Naturally, I want you to see it alone. Mom won't accompany you. Go to bed first. You have been busy all day today, so you should go to bed early."

After Lauren Sowden finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the house.

Ned Scurr hummed, without thinking too much, he put the iron box on the table, took out the note first, and quickly unfolded it. There were only a few lines of words on the note, all written by his master's hand.

Your bones and bloodline are extremely special, and what I have learned and understood throughout my life is not enough to create a peerless genius like you. This is why I let you go abroad to pursue your career when you were thirteen years old.

I want the cruel side of this world to continue to sharpen you and help you grow.

As for your father, he is a man of God and is admired as a teacher.

That letter was left by your father, and he asked me to give it to you when you are an adult.

Ned Scurr was shocked by the last sentence on the note. His heart was filled with ups and downs and he was at a loss. His father's letter... was too unexpected for him.

Ned Scurr, who was in a daze for a few seconds, had an idea... Could this letter solve the mystery in his heart? He picked up the brown paper envelope with great excitement.

There were four words written on the kraft paper envelope...Haoer signed it personally.

Twenty years ago, people used pens when writing letters, but the four words "Haoer Qinqi" were written with a brush. They had the charm of a thin gold script, but the writing style was more elegant.

Ned Scurr couldn't help but admire in his heart...what a good word!

Stab!

The envelope was torn open.

Ned Scurr couldn't wait to take out the yellowed letter paper from the envelope.

The thin pages of the letter seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making Ned Scurr's hands tremble slightly.

On the letter paper, line after line of words are still written with a brush. The small characters are written with a brush, and the lines are as smooth as water. The words are impeccable and pleasing to the eye.

Contemporary calligraphy masters may not have such skill.

At this time, Ned Scurr had no intention of appreciating his father's handwriting and quickly read the contents of the letter. In just a few minutes, he flipped through the three pages of letter paper and reached the end.

Most of the content of this letter was his father's expression of reluctance and guilt towards him and his mother. Every word made people cry, and Ned Scurr felt sad for it.

However, in Ned Scurr opinion, the last page is the key point.

Ned Scurr's father said that he was burdened with a blood feud, but the enemy was too powerful, so he had to live in this world incognito. Later, he was worried about bringing disaster to his wife and children, so he had to choose to leave alone.

"You are my son. You have a unique bloodline and are born different. In order to make you less conspicuous, not to be regarded as a freak by the world, and not to arouse the attention and suspicion of your enemies, dad used ten different techniques on twelve parts of your body. The two methods seal your energy and spirit. When your cultivation reaches a certain level, you will feel the existence of these twelve shackles. Don't blame dad, dad just wants you to spend this life in peace."

Ned Scurr couldn't help but read out the contents of the letter, feeling shocked and confused.

Twelve shackles.

Seal his spirit.

A strong martial artist trains his muscles, bones and skin externally and his breath internally, but he has never felt that his internal breathing is not smooth or has any other problems in these years.

Could it be that the essence of energy he understood was different from the essence of essence mentioned by his father?

Ned Scurr thought for a long time, his eyes lit up, and he thought of something.

A year ago, he had a fierce battle with a top master until the end, and he vaguely felt that his right arm could inspire more terrifying power, but he was never able to turn this feeling into reality. At the time, he didn't pay much attention, thinking it was illusion.

"Isn't it an illusion..."

Ned Scurr, who was secretly frightened, frowned and murmured.

If it wasn't an illusion, and the strength of his right arm was really suppressed by his father's magical means, or it was imprisoned by invisible shackles, what would happen once he broke free from the shackles?