"Good. However, you don't have to put all your strength into the action of stabbing the sword, you only need to hold the hilt of the sword with your hand, swing it out, and use your skill with your wrist. ”

After Mu Tianshen's guidance, Shen Qing'er practiced several times, and finally was able to do the simple action of stabbing the sword well.

Next, Mu Tianshen let her learn a few sword movements. After Shen Qing'er learned, Mu Tianshen taught her to cooperate with her steps to make a sword.

After studying for an afternoon, Shen Qing'er learned a few simple movements, and she was sweating profusely and her arms were sore.

After the martial arts practice, the disciples of Tianjimen took a bath and changed their clothes, and did not gather in the dining room until dinner time.

After dinner, Shen Qing'er took the opportunity to approach Mu Tianshen after the disciples left one after another.

"Senior Brother Tianshen, I participated in the training of Tianjimen for a whole day today, can I not practice at night?"

Her eyes blinked, sparkling like playful little stars in the sky.

Mu Tianshen smiled helplessly, "Tonight, then there is no need to cultivate." ”

"Wow! That's great! ”

Shen Qing'er danced happily.

"Then, can Senior Sister Qing'er still participate in the training of Tianjimen tomorrow?"

Mu Tianshen stared at her.

Shen Qing'er looked at him and shook her head.

"However, every six days, I can participate in a one-day training with the master."

"So be it."

Today, after spending a day in the Tianji Gate, Shen Qing'er felt both novel and fulfilling.

If you live like this every day, there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

But after staying for so long, it's time to return to your own world.

Shen Qing'er held the necklace around her neck and said, "I want to go back." ”

The black ball on the necklace instantly generated a huge suction force, sucking Shen Qing'er in.

After a while, Shen Qing'er returned to her own world.

As soon as I moved my body, I felt a feeling of soreness.

My arm hurts......

Shen Qing'er gently rubbed her right arm, but the soreness still couldn't be eliminated.

The next day at work, when Shen Qing'er was writing, there was a slight pain in her arm.

It's really hard to practice martial arts......

She sighed inwardly.

However, when the time for work came, she still hurried home and traveled to the world of cultivating immortals.

At meal time, Ah Ming asked softly, "Why didn't I see you practicing in the morning today?" ”

"I'm going back to my world."

"Again?"

Shen Qing'er rolled her eyes at him, "Don't go back?" ”

"Hey," Ah Ming frowned, "You're all disciples of Tianjimen, what are you going back for, isn't it good to stay here in Tianjimen?" ”

Shen Qing'er's eyes were misty, she was silent for a moment, and muttered, "It's good......"

"Okay, that's right, okay, then what are you going to do back!"

"Shen Qing'er's relatives are all over there, how can he not go back."

Qingying explained.

Shen Qing'er lowered her eyes and did not make a sound.

With a hint of sadness in his eyes, Ah Ming said in frustration: "That's right, she is different from us, she still has a family." ”

Shen Qing'er was shocked in her heart, glanced at Ah Ming and Qingying in surprise, and asked in a calm tone as much as possible, "What about your family?" ”

"Died early."

Ah Ming said lightly, but with a sad expression.

At this time, Qingying explained: "Our relatives left a long time ago, and we are all children who were adopted by the master. ”

Shen Qing'er glanced at the other disciples of the Tianji Sect, and sighed in her heart: It turned out that they were all orphans......

After eating, Shen Qing'er followed closely behind Mu Tianshen, looking at his tall gray-black back, she suddenly thought of what Ah Ming said to Qingying at dinner.