After trembling and wiping the sweat off his body, Zhao Xiaoyun tiptoed back to the room.

Thinking back to the amazing changes of the day, Zhao Xiaoyun felt that life was so incredible, and the strange dream in the afternoon, Zhao Xiaoyun couldn't understand it, thinking about it, a wave of sleepiness hit, and he fell asleep deeply.

The next day, before Mo Mo came to the room, Zhao Xiaoyun packed up his clothes and came to the martial arts training ground to get up and walk.

"Not bad," Zhao An praised Zhao Xiaoyun rarely.

Zhao Xiaoyun bared his teeth and smiled, but because he was distracted, he didn't pay attention, and he was kicked down by Zhao An.

"Dad-" Zhao Xiaoyun was very dissatisfied that her father would do such a thing! Isn't she his dear precious girl?

Zhao An had a straight face, "You can't be distracted no matter what you practice martial arts," and glanced at Zhao Xiaoyun lightly, "I just praised you verbally, you are so distracted, and you are on the battlefield, you are so happy, how can you win the battle." ”

Zhao Xiaoyun vomited blood in her heart, how could her father be connected with everything related to winning the battle.

Zhao An saw that Zhao Xiaoyun didn't care about it imperceptibly, and knew in his heart that there were some things that he didn't experience by himself, how could he understand them, but he still had to remind Yun'er that even if he just thought about it in the future, it was better to change it than never know, "Yun'er don't pay attention to her mentality." The bits and pieces of ordinary life are all reflected in your future, and you need to pay more attention to them than others."

As Zhao An expected, Zhao Xiaoyun didn't pay attention to this, but just bowed to Zhao An very respectfully and said, "Yes, Dad, Yun'er remember." ”

Remember, who else in this era can know the future development better than her.

Zhao An sighed slightly in his heart, but he knew that it was useless to say more, so he had to wave his hand and let Zhao Xiaoyun continue to practice martial arts.

This time, without Zhao An's disturbance, Zhao Xiaoyun immersed himself and quietly walked on his horse, feeling the unity of body and mind.

An hour later, Zhao Xiaoyun was stopped by Zhao An's shout.

Zhao Xiaoyun was covered in sweat, but she felt that she could continue to persevere, so she didn't understand why her father asked her to stop.

Zhao An explained, "Zamabu is good for an hour a day, and no matter how many hours there are, it is not beneficial. ”

Zhao Xiaoyun nodded as if he didn't understand, meaning that it is not good to have too many Zama steps, so what about Zama Bu on TV.

Then, Zhao Jiazuo didn't know what Zhao Xiaoyun was doing quietly last night, and said flatly, "Now, you continue to practice the swordsmanship I taught you yesterday." ”

Speaking of swordsmanship, Zhao Xiaoyun's big smile appeared on his bright face, "Dad, Yun'er has finished practicing fifty times." ”

Zhao An still said flatly, "Then practice for me." ”

Zhao Xiaoyun pouted, shouldn't she praise her for studying diligently? Okay, this dad is a bit old-fashioned.

Although he complained so much in his heart, Zhao Xiaoyun still obediently picked up the sword and walked to the center of the martial arts training ground. After pranayama, there is only this sword in his eyes.

The sword is unsheathed, and the wind moves with it.

A fierce but not strong sword intent came to the face.

Zhao An couldn't help nodding, Yun'er's progress was amazing, and she studied more than a month for ordinary talented people in just one day.

After Zhao Xiaoyun finished his swordsmanship perfectly, he walked in front of Zhao An with a little trepidation. "Dad, does Yun'er still have any shortcomings?"

Zhao An didn't point out anything, but looked at Zhao Xiaoyun, who was carrying the sword, and said, "Practice two hundred more times." ”

Two hundred times.

Zhao Xiaoyun's hands trembled, she would be tired and tired fifty times, and if she came two hundred times, would she still be fine?

But in the face of the majestic father, Zhao Xiaoyun could only surrender, "Yes, Daddy." ”

After Zhao Xiaoyun responded, Zhao An left the martial arts training ground with his hands behind his back.

Seeing Zhao An's back gradually disappearing, Zhao Xiaoyun picked up the sword in his hand and poked it on the ground, muttering, "Haven't I been proficient, and it's different two hundred times." ”

The small muttering sound was clearly heard by Zhao An in the distance. I couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong," Mo Mo suddenly saw Zhao An sigh and couldn't help asking.

"Yun'er is a little happy, which is extremely unfavorable for her travel." Zhao An was worried, but this really couldn't be taught.

Mo Mo was more worried than Zhao An, and muttered to himself, "How is this good." ”

Zhao An comforted, "Madame doesn't need to worry, Yun'er is smart, and when she encounters a setback, she will naturally change." ”

"But it's not too late to meet that," Mo Mo said angrily in a low voice.

Zhao An shook his head, "It won't come to that point, at most, her mentality has changed, and it has nothing to do with life." Trust her, she'll surprise us. ”

Although after listening to Zhao An's words, Mo Mo was still worried, took two steps, gritted his teeth and prepared to go to the martial arts training ground to talk to Zhao Xiaoyun, but Zhao An hurriedly stopped her.

"Does Madame want Yun'er to repent when she encounters a small setback, or will she repent when she encounters a life-and-death crisis."

Of these two choices, of course Mo Mo did not hesitate to choose the first one, and when she was chosen, she also calmed down and understood what Zhao An meant.

Seeing that Mrs. calmed down, Zhao An comforted, "Don't worry, since the old gentleman said that her life is up to her, it is not something we can control." ”

Mo Mo was still a little irritable in his heart, "I'll go prepare breakfast." ”

"Yes, Mrs. Hardship."

Immediately, Mo Mo went to the kitchen alone, while Zhao An was in the backyard, listening carefully to the sound of Jian Feng.

It's getting less and less powerful at the beginning, and the swordsmanship is a little messy.

Zhao An understands that Yun'er's heart is not quiet, and this is only the second day of practice, even if it is a talented person, it is in vain if he is not diligent in practice. But he didn't go to say anything to Zhao Xiaoyun, because he believed her.

In the martial arts training field, when Zhao Xiaoyun practiced thirty times, the complaining in his heart did not stop, after practicing fifty times, the flow of clouds and water would not be over, and he would have to practice two hundred times, I don't know if there are five hundred times after two hundred times.

Besides, she will use a gun in the future, not a sword, so there is no point in practicing swordsmanship so desperately.

Or, stop? Anyway, her father didn't look at it, just like she quietly practiced fifty times last night, and her father didn't know and didn't ask, let alone praise, if she was lazy this time, her father would definitely not ask.

Yes, that's all!

Zhao Xiaoyun secretly glanced at the entrance of the courtyard, but there was still no movement, and he was secretly happy.

He withdrew his sword, and regardless of whether the weather was cold or not, he collapsed to the ground. wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered,

"It's really tiring, I've practiced it eighty times in total, and it's no different, why is it so torturous. Could it be that the ideas of the ancients were so otherworldly? It's the same as doing the questions desperately in the college entrance examination. ”