Zhao An waited for a while, but there was still no sound, and then he paced to the martial arts training ground, generally speaking, the footsteps of people who practice martial arts are silent, but this time Zhao An deliberately aggravated the footsteps, just so that Zhao Xiaoyun could hear it.

Sure enough, when he was about to enter the martial arts training ground, Zhao Xiaoyun's sword dance sounded again.

Zhao Xiaoyun's heart was fluttering, his swordsmanship was also a little messy, he gasped, and looked at Zhao An, who had already entered the martial arts training ground, and said hello.

"Well, how are you practicing, how do you feel?" Zhao An knew in his heart that Zhao Xiaoyun's progress was not, but he still hoped that she could understand her own shortcomings.

It's a pity that Zhao Xiaoyun didn't know, and said nonsense with his eyes open, "Dad, I just practiced fifty more times, and I feel a little more proficient." Daddy wants me to be more proficient, doesn't he? ”

Zhao An sighed slightly, he hoped that Zhao Xiaoyun could understand that martial arts needed to be practiced with a calm mind. No matter how talented you are, it's just in vain, "You'll know when you really practice two hundred times." After speaking, he patted Zhao Xiaoyun's shoulder, "Let's go have breakfast now, your mother is ready for breakfast." ”

After practicing martial arts in the morning, Zhao Xiaoyun was already hungry, so he nodded hurriedly and followed Zhao An to the main hall.

Mo Mo and Zhao An quietly exchanged colors, Zhao An shook his head without a trace, Mo Mo's heart tightened slightly, but she didn't say anything, she believed Zhao An's words, all this can only be understood by Zhao Xiaoyun himself.

"Sit down," Mo Mo said after setting up the meal for the father and daughter, he sandwiched a chopstick dish for Zhao Xiaoyun and said, "Yun'er eat more, I've been tired for the past two days,"

Zhao Xiaoyun shook his head and smiled comfortingly, "Mother, I'm fine, it's not hard at all,"

"That's good, that's good." Mo Mo agreed in a complicated mood, thought about it, and hesitated to say, "Yun'er, would you like to go to the market with your father tomorrow." ”

Bazaar!

Zhao Xiaoyun's hand to eat suddenly stopped, and it was really hard to go out for a walk. How can you miss it. nodded immediately for fear that her mother would regret it, "Mother, I'll go." I'm willing to go. ”

"After practicing 200 times, you are allowed to go out with me."

Zhao An's cold voice poured a basin of cold water on Zhao Xiaoyun, but this was also what inspired Zhao Xiaoyun's heart, and he said firmly, "I can finish practicing,"

"Let's wait until you've really practiced two hundred times,"

After speaking, Zhao An put down the dishes and chopsticks he had eaten and left the main hall.

Mo Shu was afraid that Zhao Xiaoyun would be dissatisfied with Zhao An, so he hurriedly explained, "Your father has this temperament, and he doesn't recognize his six relatives when he practices martial arts, don't blame your father." “

Where would Zhao Xiaoyun be angry with his hard-won father, he took his mother's hand and said, "Mother, I know that my father is for my good." I won't blame my father," he thought about it, "Mother, I'm full, I'm full, I'm going to practice martial arts first." I've got to go out with my dad tomorrow. “

"Go ahead, practice martial arts well," Seeing Zhao Xiaoyun walk out, Mo Mo muttered to himself, "Yun'er will definitely come out." ”

In the martial arts training field, Zhao Xiaoyun carried the sword, practiced over and over again, and after practicing thirty times, plus the previous thirty times, Zhao Xiaoyun felt that he was more familiar with swordsmanship, and he had a different feeling, but he couldn't say what it was.

"What is it?" Zhao Xiaoyun stopped practicing his sword and stood in the middle of the field, constantly trying to figure out a trace of thought in his mind. But I can't catch it.

The more I thought about it, the more irritated I became. Zhao Xiaoyun couldn't help but vent, carrying the sword and dancing aimlessly.

"Swordsmanship, ever-changing,"

"Everything changes."

"Everything."

"Zong."

The trace of chaos in Zhao Xiaoyun's mind gradually smoothed out, but it was still vague, and he always felt that there was a layer of separation, and it was unclear and uncomfortable.

Stopping to practice the sword again, Zhao Xiaoyun's mind was in a mess, and he didn't know where to start at this time.

"Let's wait until you've really finished practicing two hundred times,"

"Really practice two hundred times," Zhao Xiaoyun muttered,

"Brush!"

Zhao Xiaoyun's delicate face was flushed, and it was uncomfortable to burn.

Only then did she understand what her father meant, it turned out that her father had always known that she was lazy, thinking about her ambition yesterday, compared with today's father's laziness regardless of it, Zhao Xiaoyun felt very uncomfortable. He shook his knuckled hand and made up his mind, "I'll go to Daddy after really practicing two hundred times." ”

Then, Zhao Xiaoyun began to practice his sword over and over again.

From the very beginning of the complete swordsmanship, gradually Zhao Xiaoyun practiced more and more slowly,

After one hundred and forty times. Zhao Xiaoyun didn't know how to lift the sword when he lifted it. She always felt that she was not practicing correctly, and she didn't have the charm of her father.

Yes, it's Shen Yun. But how could she have her father's charm?

Verve.

Zhao Xiaoyun became more and more deflated, she didn't know how to practice, her father said that it was not so easy to practice two hundred times,

There are still sixty times, and she can't finish it according to her current state.

"That's it. I'm going to find my dad. Ask him how he should practice. Zhao Xiaoyun blushed and walked towards Zhao An's study.

In the study, Zhao An was holding a book on the art of war in his hand, but he had never turned it over, he was waiting for Zhao Xiaoyun to come to him.

Long

He finally heard the hesitant footsteps in the doorway. Comforted in her heart, Yun'er finally understood. It will be easier to deal with future setbacks.

"Tuk-tuk."

Zhao Xiaoyun knocked on Zhao An's door outside the door.

After a while, Zhao An's calm voice came, "Yun'er come in,"

Sure enough, her father always knew what she was doing, and remembering that she was lazy and lied in the morning, it was a big joke in the world.

"Dad," Zhao Xiaoyun lowered his head, his fingers stirring the corners of his clothes, and shouted in a low voice.

Zhao An frowned, how could Yun'er be so twisted, where was there still a general's demeanor, and scolded softly, "How can my daughter's family be so stingy." ”

Eh, Zhao Xiaoyun was stunned, and said that everyone is beautiful, her father is still disgusted, too, in ancient times, there were several daughters who could learn martial arts, and her father was really extraordinary.

Thinking of this, he raised his head, straightened his back, and his voice was normal, "Dad, Yun'er wants to ask about swordsmanship." ”

"What's the problem?" Zhao An asked knowingly.

When it comes to swordsmanship, Zhao Xiaoyun doesn't care about being ashamed, "When Yun'er practiced sixty times, she always felt that her swordsmanship had changed too much, but Yun'er remembered what her father said two hundred times, so she continued to practice, and when it came to one hundred and forty times, Yun'er could no longer lift the sword, and she always felt that something was missing." ”

Zhao An raised his head and looked directly at Zhao Xiaoyun with a little relief, "Does Yun'er feel that she is missing her soul?" ”

"Yes," Zhao Xiaoyun said in surprise, "Yun'er always feels that she lacks the charm of her father's sword dance, but Yun'er doesn't know how to practice." ”