l train swordsmanship again and again. My father's words keep hitting me so hard. I always think about it, even my hands shake because of the effort. The expectation is heavy. It feels the same like in my past life.
[Flashback]
Back then my mother in my past life told me to go to university. I remember the pressure. I said to myself, this situation now is just like before.
"Hey, hey Fan Ling's son, what's the problem? Is your sister pressuring you again?"
I remember that time when we had sparring with my sister. I swing and I swing, but she dodged all my attacks.
"What is this?" my sister said. "Your stance, your weight, your first slash, all like a bandit. This is not swordsmanship. You cannot even release Qi in one strike."
I fell down and she put her sword on my neck. She told me, "Train harder. Push your limits. That is the only way you can reach the peak of martial arts."
"Okay, older sister Linger," I said. That moment feels like hell for me.
My father was always laughing when he saw me run, run, and run like my life depends on it. My mother and father both laughed when they saw me.
But then some guards came. They looked serious.
"Family head, there is a big problem in the city."