"Come, let me see the Wei family's heirloom million swords." Jing Ge said with a smile.

Wei Zifu snorted and rushed forward, the long sword in his hand weaving a continuous curtain of light, enveloping Jing Ge's whole person.

Jing Ge waved the wooden sword in his hand, pushed away the long sword stabbed by Wei Zifu, and exchanged dozens of blows. This seemingly ordinary Aoki sword was beyond imagination of toughness, and when it came to the battle with the long sword, there were only a few small gaps, and there was no sign of breaking.

I don't know what kind of wood it is made of, the wooden sword that the Wei family even practices is so extraordinary, it is really far from being comparable to ordinary people, Jing Ge thought secretly.

After Wei Zifu finished fighting with a sword move, Jing Ge was unscathed, and he stood there with ease. Now Jing Ge has improved his martial arts much compared to when he fought against the red mouse that day.

He doesn't practice from time to time, but his cultivation is improving day by day. Although it still seems that he is still in the second-grade realm, if he is facing the red rat now, Jing Ge is confident that he can defeat him without any means, because he is becoming more and more proficient in mastering the power hidden in his body.

"The first form of a million swords? Go on. Jing Ge held the sword in one hand and put the other behind him, looking extremely contemptuous.

Wei Zifu looked at his appearance, and his anger was even more intense. Immediately, he brandished his long sword again and rushed forward. The sword light was vertical and horizontal, and Wei Zifu used the exquisite sword moves to the extreme without saying a word. Every blow is meticulous and with all his might.

Jing Ge couldn't help but laugh when she looked at her meticulously, gritting her teeth and trying various sword moves intently. For those who practice martial arts, the most taboo thing is to copy the rigid routine, and the real masters are improvised.

Although her moves are subtle, the connection is very stiff. Jing Ge held a wooden sword in his hand, blocking or dialing, easily blocking all his attacks.

After a while, Wei Zifu used the family heirloom sword move to the ground, stepped back and crossed the sword to his chest, his face flushed, and sweat dripped down his beautiful cheeks to the ground. stared straight at Jing Ge, who laughed.

Jing Ge laughed for a while, and finally stopped.

"Is it funny?" Wei Zifu asked coldly, his face dripping with gloom.

"It's funny, don't you know that it's really funny that you look like you're serious and sword wielding? Hahaha..."Jing Ge laughed again.

Wei Zifu trembled with anger, his long sword shook, and he swept over with murderous energy. Jing Ge raised the sword, put it on her sword, and circled it, the Aoki sword seemed to have spirituality, sticking to Wei Zifu's long sword, Jing Ge pulled it out, and the long sword inlaid with gems came out of his hand, flew out, and stuck it in a tree trunk.

"How long have you been practicing martial arts?" Wei Zifu was stunned for a long time and then asked dejectedly. Three years ago, Jing Ge didn't know martial arts at all, and he would be beaten by her every time, but now he seems to have surpassed himself.

"Three or four months." Jing Ge replied.

"Three or four months?" She muttered and repeated, rather disappointed. She has been practicing martial arts diligently since she was seven years old, and she has never slackened, and now she is not as good as the idle little rascal in front of her.

Jing Ge looked at her depressed appearance. He groaned and said, "It seems that your swordsmanship has no form, and you have not gained charm." ”

"Really?" Wei Zifu looked at him suspiciously, she was very surprised, because her master had also said this, and tried her best to teach her, but she couldn't master it, but Jing Ge could also see it?

"The Wei family's heirloom million swords were created by Wei Million, the first generation of the Wei family. Wei Million is a legendary figure, a genius with both civil and military skills, conceited, and often boasts of being unparalleled in the civil and military world. Jing Ge said.

"What does it mean to boast, the ancestors were originally unparalleled in civil and military affairs." Wei Zifu was extremely dissatisfied with Jing Ge's statement.

"Have you ever seen the "Million Episodes" he left behind?" Jing Ge said.

"Naturally, I have read it, and it includes the articles and poems of the ancestors." Wei Zifu gave him a blank look, you have seen it all, how could I, as a descendant of the Wei family, not see it.

"The spring breeze blows the willows and thousands of trees, blows and falls, and the stars are like rain overnight." Jing Ge swung his sword to imitate the first form of the million swords that Wei Zifu had used earlier.

"Wei Million should have hidden the sword intent in his poetry collection, you look at this style, the sword intent is as soft as a willow, and continuous as a shower of stars. And you're using it too stiffly. ”

"I guess so." Jing Ge added.

"Songshan is made of steel, and it moves like a finger twist." Jing Ge swung a few more swords. "This style should be a combination of rigidity and softness, and the momentum is like a rainbow when the sword is first released, and then it turns into a long stream of thin water."

The old man leaning on the rattan chair suddenly opened his eyes when he heard Jing Ge's words, and his heart was very uneasy, but he quickly squinted again. "Don't you think this set of swordsmanship has some correspondence with the "Million Episodes"?" A girl who didn't know martial arts once told him.

But he didn't care at the time, firstly, he hadn't watched millions of episodes, and secondly, although this girl was amazingly talented, she hadn't practiced martial arts after all. Just when she said it casually, today I heard someone say it again, and she came out in a good way. Could it be that there is such a thing?

Jing Ge didn't see the change in this old man, but Wei Zifu did. When she heard Jing Ge speak, she looked at her master for the first time, and when she saw the subtle movements of her master, she knew that Jing Ge was not talking nonsense.

"But there are only 36 types of million swords, and there are as many as 100 poems and articles recorded in the "Complete Works of Millions", how can you get it right?" Wei Zifu frowned and asked.

The first half of "The Complete Works of Millions" records the sword intent, and the second half seems to record his life's insights and ways of doing business. In my opinion, these truths are more precious than the sword intent. Jing Ge replied slowly.

"If this is the case, why did the ancestors only pass down the sword technique, but did not inform the descendants that the sword intent was in the poetry collection." Wei Zifu was puzzled.

"A romantic person like your ancestor must be extremely arrogant. Maybe he felt that if future generations didn't even have this understanding, they wouldn't bother to say anything. Jing Ge speculated.

Wei Zifu was silent, except for the ancestors of the Wei family, there are indeed few descendants who practice martial arts to the highest realm. They are mainly engaged in business, and do not focus on martial arts, they believe that as long as they have enough money, there is nothing they can't buy.

For example, the great worship behind him, who is not weaker than the existence of the king realm, can also be invited. Practicing martial arts is hard, if you are rich enough, where do you need to practice martial arts by yourself.

It's just that peerless masters are hard to find, and Wei Zifu is in a delicate situation, so she wants to practice martial arts.

Jing Ge saw that she was contemplating and contemplating, and she didn't say much, and stopped talking. He put the wooden sword back on the shelf, smiled and said, "Old man, Sister Wei, I'll take my leave first." ”

Then, he left after a little stroll around the Wei Mansion and did not go to Wei Zijie.

Wei Zifu stood in the courtyard, and it took a while for her to recover from Jing Ge's blow, and she looked up at her master with difficulty, her eyes were full of bitterness and loss, and she asked, "Teacher, is my understanding really bad?" ”

The old man sighed, thought for a while, and said, "Your talent in martial arts is indeed not high, and you are not even as good as Zijie. ”

"Doesn't it mean that where there is a will, there is a way, and as long as you put in enough sweat, you will definitely succeed?" Wei Zifu said unwillingly.

The old man shook his head, his eyes pitying, "I naturally know how hard you work as a teacher, but you also saw the result." ”

"Is talent really that important? Can't make up for it with hard work? Wei Zifu asked blankly.

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "Murong Yuanshan only started practicing martial arts at the age of twenty-three, and it only took him less than two years to go from practicing martial arts to the Grandmaster realm, and he entered the king realm in the third year. Some people can't reach the sixth grade in a lifetime, while some people are born for martial arts. ”

"Everyone's talent is different, and if you look at this orchid, even if it takes decades to absorb nutrients and grow persistently, it can't grow taller than this half-year-old banyan tree. Because towering into the sky is not a power given to it by God, can you understand that? The old man made an analogy.

She is the orchid grass, and the ability given to her by God is not in the martial arts, but in other places. She was so smart, how could she not understand. It's just that she suddenly realized that the goal she had worked hard for a long time couldn't be achieved at all, which made her feel lost and uncomfortable involuntarily.

"What about him? Is he amazingly talented? Wei Zifu asked a little gloomily, that idle little rascal only needs three or four months to be worthy of her more than ten years of penance? It made her feel very unfair.

"Maybe, but it shouldn't be as good as your little junior sister, if your little junior sister is willing to practice martial arts, I'm afraid it won't take two years to break through to the king's realm." The old man said.

Hearing this, Wei Zifu asked enviously, "Is it really so powerful?" ”

The old man nodded and said, "Her understanding and talent are unparalleled in the world, even Murong when she was young is not as good as her. ”

Wei Zifu was surprised, this master's vision has always been not low, and he is very arrogant, he would give such a high evaluation to that woman, he must really be an amazing genius.

"But people don't want to recognize you as a master at all." She pouted and said that her master had always wanted to accept her as an apprentice, but the woman didn't pay attention to him at all.

was exposed by his own apprentice, the old man's wrinkled face trembled slightly, and he laughed embarrassedly.

Wei Zifu glanced at the sword stuck in the trunk of the tree, did not pull it off, and sighed faintly: "God is really unfair. ”

"God has always been unfair." The old man said, "However, it favors you a lot more than others. You were born in the Wei family, although you are in a delicate situation now. But how lucky are those who don't have enough to eat? Your wisdom and insight are extraordinary, and you have so many resources in your hands that those people can't imagine that your status is more respected than that of the princess and princess, so why do you want more? ”

"You should learn to be content, cherish and use your resources well, and how can you complain about God's injustice." The old man said earnestly.

"Thank you for your teaching, and the disciple knows his mistakes." Wei Zifu bowed seriously and said frankly, "It really shouldn't be like this, it's because I'm unwilling, I can't let go for a while, and I won't do it again in the future." ”

The old man looked at her conscious appearance and nodded with satisfaction. "This is a good apprentice for a teacher, you know where your talent is."

Wei Zifu exhaled softly and calmed down again, even if I can't cultivate to the king realm in this life, isn't there still that little rascal and that little junior sister who hasn't started practicing martial arts or anyone else who is used by me.