"Well," the poor girl tilted her little head and thought for a long time, rolled her eyes, and said with a sly smile, "It's not impossible." ”

The old man laughed, "But what?"

The poor girl smiled, revealing the small dimples at the corners of her mouth, "Old man, you are quite good!"

"That's it. The old man stroked his beard triumphantly.

Chen Qingping said with a smile, "But, old man, you have to teach me a few skills to take care of the house," and then pointed at Jiang Ning, "At least you have to be able to beat this ginger silk." ”

Jiang Ning said with a smile, "Although the old gentleman taught you, but if you want to win against me, it's not that simple." ”

Liang Songhe said with a smile: "There is an old man, where does this kid dare to bully you, if you are willing to be the granddaughter of the old man, you will naturally teach you the housekeeping skills, and you will never hide your selfishness, but if you want to win this kid, it will take three or five years of hard work to slowly adjust." ”

The poor girl puffed up her cherry mouth, and said angrily: "To win a mere ginger silk, it will take three or five years to train, it seems that you old man has no real skills!"

The old man blew his beard angrily and glared, almost carrying it in one breath.

After a long time, the old man patted his chest and eased himself, pointed at Jiang Ning and explained: "Jiang Ning, this kid is not simple, although he is only the cultivation of the fifth layer of Yuandan, but the general fifth layer of the star pole is not necessarily his opponent, even Qi Fang, who has recently become famous in Que Jingcheng, is far from being comparable to this kid." The old man has secretly observed him for a long time, on talent, on combat experience and combat skills, as well as the grasp of the timing of moves, on-the-spot adaptation and random combination of moves, this kid can be said to be unmatched among the 50,000 people in this selection competition, except for the cultivation is a little low, the old man can't find any shortcomings in him, you little girl, do you think it's easy to win him?"

The poor girl rolled her eyes, "You old man with your elbow turned out, do you want to accept me as a granddaughter or do you want to accept him as a grandson now, how can you praise this dead ginger silk, how much worse am I than him?"

Jiang Ning said in his heart, old man, you are really, reasoning with the poor girl, aren't you asking for your own hardship?

The old man finally got his senses, and immediately sneered: "No, no, no, girl, your talent is not bad, especially those flying knives of yours, which make it quite spiritual, and several of these secret weapon techniques are rare methods in the mortal rivers and lakes, and they are applied to the battle of cultivators with such spirituality as you, and they have won the heart of the old man." ”

Liang Songhe's trick is just right to see the dishes on the plate, and he really said that the poor girl's heart is up, and the girl's little face seems to have red peach blossoms blooming!

The old man saw that he had used the right method, struck while the iron was hot, and said even harder: "Girl, the moves you are learning now are complicated, and there are many ways, but there are many out-of-context quotes. You fight with people, the move switching, on the surface it seems very smooth, but in fact, you can't always be harmonious, and the heart is in hand, this is the gap between you and Jiang Ning, the kid, others may not be able to see it, but if you have fought with this kid, you must have a deep understanding of the old man's words. ”

The poor girl rarely did not refute, but nodded very seriously.

Although the old man spoke a little verbose, when he thought about it, he made sense.

Her kung fu does not have any specific paths, and it combines the strengths of mortal martial arts and cultivators' techniques, and what she has learned is mixed but not refined.

As Liang Songhe said, when he used to fight or compete with others, Chen Qingping didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his sword moves, but after meeting Jiang Ning, she began to be deflated repeatedly.

There is always a sense of aggrieved that Jiang Ning is slow to move.

The two have fought no less than ten games back and forth, and she has never felt like she is getting more and more hearty when she fights, but the more she fights, the more uncomfortable she becomes, and she always feels that she can't use her strength.

Jiang Ning smiled slightly, and this scene fell in the eyes of the old man.

Liang Songhe soon smiled, and said in his heart that when this kid competed with this girl before, he always recruited a poor girl who was quick to level up, and he didn't care about it before, just as an ordinary, natural contest between the two.

Looking back at this time, this kid didn't consciously let Chen Qingping realize the flaws in his sword skills earlier.

If it was said that the previous stare at Jiang Ning's every move was ordered by His Majesty the God Emperor, then when he returned to the present, Liang Songhe did have a little curiosity and interest in Jiang Ning.

This kid is really likable.

The old man pondered for a moment, and then followed the temptation: "I might as well tell you this girl, from his youth to the present, the old man has taken the same path as you now, learning the world, and then melting into a furnace and calcining out a Dao fruit of his own." There are many people in this world who are more powerful than me Liang Songhe, but among the people who follow our path in the Eight Domains at the moment, the old man is the first person who deserves it! If you want to catch up with Jiang Ning earlier, recognize the old man as your grandfather, and follow me to cultivate, it is the fastest and most effective path for you!"

The poor girl said angrily: "What you said is out of the sky, how do I know if it's true?"

Jiang Ning stood aside and listened for a long time, and finally figured out the origin of the old man, and said respectfully: "Liang Songhe, a Songhe Daoist, it turns out that Mr. is the legendary Songhe Daoist!"

On weekdays, the old man doesn't like people to brag about it, but listening to Jiang Ning's compliments at the moment is quite useful. Holding his gray beard in one hand, he nodded with satisfaction: "I didn't expect that among you juniors, there are people who know the name of the old man back then!"

Chen Qingping was also stunned when he heard the words 'Songhe Daoren', but he quickly reacted.

Among the predecessors of the Southern Tang Dynasty, the most admired and favorite character of the poor girl is not His Majesty the God Emperor who turned the tide and turned the tide, not Nangong Que, the sect master of the Lanque Gate, not the Huangyun Dazhen who died in battle under Huangyun City and did not retreat half a step, nor is it the father of the sword-casting master, the father of Aunt Guan Ying of the Sword Washing Pavilion, and the pavilion master Guan Shanyue of the Zhongxing of the Sword Washing Pavilion, but this Songhe Taoist who is not well-known among the younger generations, but is an inspirational legend among the predecessors-Liang Songhe!

Not for anything else, but because the old man is the tallest and most majestic monument on his way!

Holding the old man's arm, the poor girl shook happily, looking very excited.

"Grandpa!"

"Hey!" Liang Songhe said in his heart: "I used to feel that reputation was a drag, but I didn't expect it to be so easy!