After that, Li Changding and his family never saw his great-grandfather again. For more than ten days, Li Changding seemed a little depressed, and his grandmother Luo Xianyun listened to the guqin music he played, the sound of the piano was sluggish, slightly mournful, and the wisps were reluctant, containing reluctance to give up family affection. This is Li Changding's mood, and it is also the mood of their whole family.

Outside the piano room, Li Yunqi, Luo Xianyun, and Li Changding's parents, Li Qingyu and Song Yuqin, sat together, drank tea, and listened to the sound of the piano.

In the piano room, Li Changding's ten fingers changed, plucked and wiped slowly, and the seven strings vibrated lightly, emitting bursts of piano sounds, and chanting slightly.

"Don't be lazy! Keep practicing! "Under the scorching sun, an old man over sixty years old was instructing a seven or eight-year-old child to practice swords.

"Grandpa, do you have to practice under the sun? Can't be in the ashram? It's so hot, I'm going to get heat stroke if I continue like this. Li Changding deliberately sold cute.

"Don't worry, I'm going to learn about the summer medicine, not to mention that with your current cultivation, it is unlikely that you will suffer from heat stroke, even if you have heat stroke, having these heat medicine will not delay the plan to practice the sword."

"Ahh Li Changding wailed, his white and tender little hands on his forehead, and a pair of smart big eyes looked at the old man, pitiful.

"Smack!" The old man knocked Li Changding's little head with the wooden sword in his hand.

"Ahh Li Changding screamed in pain.

"Don't pretend! Keep practicing. You can't even stand such a little suffering, you are much worse than your grandfather and father! ”

"Oh." Li Changding put away his joke thoughts, picked up the heavy iron sword beside him, stared at the target in front of him, and stabbed it seriously.

"Everything is the most important foundation, and swordsmanship is no exception. The foundation of swordsmanship is actually two things, the first is good physical condition, and the second is the control of the sword. Watching Li Changding practice basic swordsmanship one by one, carrying out the training plan he had arranged, the old man said lightly.

"The so-called good body means that the sword player must have good strength, speed, reaction, flexibility, etc., and the control of the sword depends on whether you can control the blade in your hand. The more literary and artistic saying is that the heart reaches the sword, or the mind reaches the sword. Those who can't control the long sword in their hand, let alone use the sword to fight and kill the enemy, practicing a slightly more complicated swordsmanship may hurt themselves. This is a sign of a weak foundation. ”

"The control of the sword is manifested in accuracy, in hitting. With a sword, you can stab a leaf a meter away with a sword, which means that you have control over the sword, and you won't have to stab the enemy's throat when you fight, only to cut someone's neck. ”

"Of course, thorn leaves are only the most basic exercises, and then they will be deepened step by step, step by step, slowly increasing in difficulty, until the final thorn incense training."

"Prick training?" Li Changding wondered.

"Light a stick of incense, a sword pierces out, the incense is extinguished, and the incense is undamaged. At this point, you will basically not miss a game in actual combat. ”

"That's amazing! How long does it take to get to this point? Li Changding looked yearning.

"Look at the qualifications, those with good talent should also work hard for five years, and those with average talent should not think about it if they don't have ten years."

"Then grandpa, what do you think of my talent?" Li Changding's big black and white eyes looked at his grandfather, full of expectation.

"Smack!"

"Yikes! Grandpa, you hit me again! ”

"Practice your sword well, don't think about what you don't have." Retracting the wooden sword, the old man said lightly.

……

Three years later, in the cold winter wax moon, the sky and the earth were covered in silver, ice and snow.

In the cold wind, a ten-year-old boy was wearing a thin swordsman suit and holding a sharp sword, and in front of him, three incense sticks were burning quietly, and three wisps of green smoke were rising.

The sword light flashed, the incense head was extinguished, and the green smoke drifted away without the incense being damaged.

"Haha! Grandpa, it only took me three years to reach the level of my heart to the sword! It's two years ahead of the person you say is talented! The little boy turned around and smirked at the old man standing beside him.

Looking at the little boy's smiling face, the old man was not polite at all, and slapped him on the head with the wooden sword in his hand.

The little boy hurriedly took a step back and swung his sword upwards to block.

The old man's wooden sword slashed down, and the speed sword path remained unchanged at all, only taking a step back, and then taking a step forward, "Smack!" With a bang, the wooden sword naturally landed on the little boy's head.

"Ahh Grandpa! If I continue like this, I'm going to be beaten to a dead brain by you! ”

"It's okay, you're so smart anyway, it doesn't matter if your IQ drops."

“……”

……

In the quiet room, a lyre, an incense burner, a little boy dressed in white, sitting on the piano, the sound of the piano is leisurely, the mountains and rivers flow.

The old man sat quietly, closed his eyes and calmed his mind, his mind free of distractions, and listened attentively to the beautiful music of the piano.

The sandalwood in the room is wisps, and the sound of the piano is curling, like a fairy land.

At the end of the song, the two people in the room still closed their eyes and were silent, looking quiet and serene, as if they were reminiscing about this wonderful song.

Eventually, the old man said, "Yes, your piano skills are already excellent. There are only a handful of people I know who can surpass you. "Almost all of these people are fifth-order transcendent saints, of course this old man won't say it.

"The difficult grandfather will praise me, and my grandson is really flattered." Li Changding is naturally confident in his piano skills, and in his previous life, he could barely be regarded as relying on piano music to preach.

"Let's do it again." The old man looked at the seven-stringed guqin on the desk, and said lightly, with deep sadness hidden in his deep eyes. Looking at this guqin, he remembered his wife.

"Huh?" Li Changding looked at the old man, and then looked at the guqin on the table, the guqin is scorched, according to legend, it is a piano made by Cai Yong, a famous scholar in the Eastern Han Dynasty, with a beautiful timbre. It is said that grandpa spent a lot of effort and price to get this guqin, and finally gave it to grandma as a gift on her twentieth birthday.

"No problem." Li Changding stroked the surface of the piano, the melodious sound of the piano sounded, and a beautiful piano music slowly spread out.

……

Li Changding's ten fingers are slender and white, as warm as jade, which can make many beauties feel jealous.

Ten fingers are smart, plucking the strings elegantly and lightly, and the scenes of getting along with grandpa in the past come to mind, and a faint parting feeling follows, surging, turning into notes through dexterous hands, catharsis in the wanton flying piano sound.

"Huh!" On the surface, the thinnest string broke. Silk strings are not good at this, they are easy to break, but the sound of metal strings is not as good as that of silk strings.

Staring at the broken string for a while, Li Changding had an ominous premonition, and Grandpa Tai was only afraid of it this time......

got up and walked outside the piano room, looking at his grandfather Li Yunqi, Li Changding said, "Can grandpa succeed this time?" Grandpa, let's be honest. ”

Li Yunqi is a fifth-order sword immortal, not only a fifth-order immortal, but also the same way as his father is a sword immortal, and he has the most say in whether Grandpa Tai can succeed in this rush.

"If it's just a fifth-order sword immortal, with my father's accumulation, I'm at least seventy or eighty percent sure. It's just that my father wants too many things. ”

"What does Grandpa want? What are the chances of success? ”

"Less than 10 percent."

"What does Grandpa want?"

"He wants to ......" Li Yunqi paused, and finally said: "Father, he wants to go back in time!" ”

Li Changding was completely stunned, not only him, but also his parents.

"It's ridiculous!" Li Qingyu said dumbfounded.

Oh, yes! That's ridiculous! Don't read so many novels on the Internet that travel through time and space to change history, and then think it's easy to go back in time. If nothing else, the paradox of the famous time-traveler who went back and killed his childhood grandfather was enough to give those time-travelers a headache.

It is already an ironclad fact that history cannot be changed.

"Because of grandma?" Li Changding said suddenly.

Li Yunqi nodded.

Li Changding sighed and said sullenly: "I'm sleepy, go to sleep." ”