"The kids are all here, and we can get started. Elder Sword Wind Thunder put down his wine glass.

The old patriarch Jian Qian nodded, and the three elders stood up together.

The old patriarch was the first to speak: "To make a long story short, I think you already know why you are here, and from today onwards, you will have to undergo rigorous training, swordsmanship, bowing, casting, knowledge, and all other useful skills, as well as self-control. ”

The old patriarch of Jian Qi was very old, his eyebrows and short beard were gray, but his eyes were still shining, and when he mentioned self-control, he deliberately glanced at the daylight at the end of the line.

The old patriarch's gaze stung the day, and Jian Li gloated on the side.

Daylight lowered his head and hid his facial expression, he wanted to train, but he didn't want to train under Jian Li's hands.

It was a trade-off, and he had to put up with some other resistance factors when he won a training spot from his father.

"Why did he come to train too, we have to be with him, a man with a foreign surname. Jian parted and complained, the scar on the left side of his face standing out.

"That said, why train with someone who almost killed your own father. Jian Fenghua muttered in a low voice.

Everyone knows about the loss of control during the day, which has caused a lot of turmoil in the sword clan, although the sword died to clarify, but the child still believes what he wants to believe, plus the sword died and suffered a hundred whips for the day, these children are upset for the sword.

"What are you muttering!?" the sword shouted angrily, his eyes were red, and his voice was like thunder, and the boys trembled with fright.

"Well, don't be angry because of the child. "The old patriarch played a round game. "These seven children are our hope and will shine in the future, you can all feel it. ”

"Hmm. Jian Xiangsheng touched his nose in embarrassment, just now he was just deliberately scaring them.

The old patriarch continued to speak to the children. "Don't chew your tongue, don't be delusional, that incident has already passed, it was a mistake in the cultivation of the sword in the past life, it has nothing to do with the day, and no one should mention it again in the future. ”

"Yes, parting is wrong. Sword parted reluctantly.

Daylight, as the cause of the incident, was eager to find a hole to get into, and he looked at his father with guilt, and his father smiled in return.

Bai Tian glanced at Jian Yusheng again, his steady appearance was not like a child at all, he was also straight, and he was like a child.

The old patriarch took out a cloth bag from the edge of the sword training tree and threw it at the children's feet.

The clanging iron tool peeked out, an adult's sword, unedged.

The old patriarch said: " You are brothers, relatives, not some hairy boy who can only fight blindly, although you are still young, but it is also time to spread your wings and fly high, in the next days, you don't have to learn from Mr. Teaching, I will personally be responsible for imparting your knowledge, experience and common language, Elder Jian Li will teach you self-control and concentration, strengthen the six senses, which is indispensable for future cultivation; 。 ”

Hearing this, the seven people rushed forward and snatched the long sword.

The length of the sword was almost higher than their height, but everyone's eyes flashed with excitement, this was not a branch and a wooden pole, it was a real iron sword!

The seven boys dragged their swords and stood straight, as if they had taken them and had become samurai.

Bai Tian raised his hand casually, only to find that his strength had brought a lot of consternation to others, and hurriedly put down his sword and buried his head.

"Just know how to show off. The sword parted and pouted.

Daytime's little face was hot, as if he had done something to be ashamed of.

The sword tree has a long history, the torso is like black iron, and the mottled sword marks are criss-crossed, and countless generations of sword clansmen have swung their swords here, and they can't tell which sword marks belong to whom.

Daylight scratched his head at the ancient tree, and the long sword in his hand dragged on the ground, the sword was as light as a piece of paper to him, and it felt like it would break if he used force.

"Hey, don't you practice the sword well, are you arrogant because of your strength, or wait for the sword uncle to give you a separate tutor?"

Conversely, naked hostility can be felt during the day.

"It's not. Daylight felt a little cowardly in his tone, and repeated it loudly again. "It's not!"

"Sword Ancestor is above, are you a fool! The sword parted disdainfully.

Daylight glared at him: "Important things can be repeated three times!"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, practice swords!" Jian Yusheng's bare upper body was already covered with beads of sweat, and the adult sword was very difficult for him, and he could barely swing it with all his strength, and all he could do was to use inertia to slash indiscriminately, adding mottled silver light marks to the torso of the sword training tree.

Seeing Jian Yusheng working so hard in the day, he couldn't help but feel empty, but his heart was still stubborn, what was the use of practicing swords. No one can beat him, he always thought so.

Then Bai Tian despised the sword parting fiercely in his mind, that is, he had been getting in the way of it, he really followed his father, anyway, the sword parting family was not a good person, especially the sword calendar.

Thinking of the out-of-control incident, the day was full of guilt, and he began to slash at the sword training tree, swinging the sword harder and harder, venting his dissatisfaction and unhappiness on the sword training tree.

.........

As soon as there is something to do, time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the old patriarch's class, lying on the table during the day, blocking his head with books, and fighting with his eyelids, it was different from what he imagined, and his practice was really boring, and he even had to memorize books and take exams.

Or his father's lesson was interesting, with his feet on the edge of the forest, his feet on the sturdy branches, bouncing, letting the wind sweep his cheeks, gliding for a short time, and then landing lightly on the next branch like a civet.

The father would also teach them the techniques of fighting, the skills of using the sword, and the men should have sweated like rain instead of studying hard in class.

In addition to his father, during this more than month of training, the Punishment Elder Jian Li devoted himself to developing the six senses, staring at water droplets to enhance vision, distinguishing the sound of flying insects flapping their wings to enhance hearing, or trying herbs to enhance smell and taste.

Elder Jianfeng Lei asked them to meditate, and at this time, they needed to shield the six senses, and use the inspiration outside the six senses to capture something called the aura of heaven and earth, in short, it was very boring.

But all the boredom adds up, and it can't offset the boredom in front of you.

The old patriarch likes to talk about two thousand years ago or even longer. This course is the most boring.

It's a children's nightmare, and every lesson talks about some things that have happened in the world, the origin of the sword clan, the last sword immortal, and the battle to destroy the world.

The most talked about is the legendary black tower, the building where the tower builder sealed the seven original sins, and it is said that the original mission of the sword clan was to guard the black tower, but it was so long ago that it has long been irrelevant.

The old patriarch is talking about the genealogy of the sword clan today.

"The ancestor of the Sword Clan is called Ken Mengichi, she is the only woman among the seven people who originally searched for the tower, one of the Eternals, in the initial battle between light and darkness, fell in love with the gods, and then gave birth to a girl and a boy, the girl is called Rokugen, and the boy is called ..............."

In fact, these have been taught countless times in the previous class, and the seven children are still foggy and drowsy.

Suddenly, there was a snoring sound in the classroom, and Jian Qiu's huge body, far more than the other children, fell down together, snoring rhythmically.

"Jian Qiu, get up and answer the question, what is the name of the son of the ancestor Jian Mengyi?"

Jian Qiu's sleepy eyes were hazy. "Sword Dream II?"

The class erupted in laughter from children.

The angry old patriarch !! blew his beard and glared, and patted the wood. "Give me all !! out"

............