Song Yi was ready to leave here and go back to Kyoto.

Although it didn't work out to go home to visit the elders, but instead saved people and was chased and escaped for a whole day, it was not nothing.

Song Yi looked at the mobile phone bank deposit, thinking happily, and then thinking about it, he was a little worried.

It's only been four years, how has her hometown become so dangerous now, and when she comes back, the attitude of the familiar people is also strange, and it will be too much energy to go back and forth, and she is not ready to go back.

When the immortal cultivator is successful and has the strength, let's come back and take a look, I don't know how long it will be.

When the grandfather and grandson of the Fang family heard the news that she was leaving, they hurriedly said that they could send her back, and it would be enough in two days, and it happened that they would also go to Kyoto on the way.

Song Yi did not refuse.

They had no ill will towards her, and if they did, they would be able to control her when she followed them.

No matter how bad it is, there is still Dawn, and before Song Yi knows it, she has some dependence on Dawn.

Song Yi grew up from a snack of 100 family meals, and she lived in that family, and her face was not thin, not to mention that she was kind to them, and she was even more confident.

Since they said that they could send her away by the way, why should they grab the ticket and leave by themselves.

In the past two days, Song Yi knew that these people did have a good family background, she didn't move forward, their family background didn't do her business, she was self-aware.

It is miraculous that she can meet people of their family background in this kind of place, and it is even more coincidence that she can save people.

The gap between them is too big, and trying to please them is just self-defeating.

These people don't like to have too deep relationships with other people who don't belong to their caste network.

Taking money and leaving people neatly, not rejecting people's kindness, not stammering up, not having any relationship in the future, and no longer contacting, is the best result for both parties.

The next day.

Under Shuguang's arrangement, Song Yi entered the cultivation room for the first time, and there were only a few jade futons in it, and a jade-colored long sword of unknown material was inside.

She waved her hand, and it was the body that entered, and it was magical.

Shuguang said that she should first understand and familiarize herself with the sword, and then she could officially learn the sword when the bones were suitable.

Song Yi remembered that the men and women in the short video waved their swords lightly and chicly, relaxed and happy, and naturally thought that it should not be too difficult to practice swords.

At least it won't be more difficult than the mathematical, physical and chemical operations when I was in school, most of the time I just imitate the memory of the sword, and the brain doesn't need to turn.

Shuguang replied helplessly: "These two are not the same thing, Xiaoyi can try, but you can't stop halfway, you will develop bad habits if you give up halfway." ”

Song Yi naturally agreed slowly.

The quiet room is a very spacious empty room, the air is very fresh and sweet, and it is very refreshing to breathe in it, and Song Yi doesn't know how to describe this feeling.

At Dawn's instructions, she walked over and bent down to raise the sword.

Shen, too heavy, why is this sword so heavy, this is Song Yi's first thought, this sword is sinking like a solid big iron lump, to say the least, it is about 50 kilograms.

The second thought was how this sword could be so long.

Even if the genes in her hometown are not bad, many of the men are about 1.75 meters, but Song Yi ate little when she was a child, she often had no last meal, malnutrition, she still didn't grow up, and she was only 1.52 meters when she had a college physical examination.

Now that she has graduated, she is twenty-two years old and is one meter five and a half tall.

The sword was almost two-thirds taller than hers.

If it was before, she might not have been able to pick it up at all, after two medicinal baths, Song Yi's strength had more than doubled, but she was only able to lift it up.

Shuguang explained: "This sword is called Yuming, it weighs fifty-five kilograms, is one meter long, and it is already the lightest flying sword in the treasure house. ”

Song Yi's thinking diverged for a second, according to this posture, will she grow into a strong muscular woman in the future, it will feel cool.

She does not advocate the current mainstream of young and thin, for her, physical health is the most beautiful.

"There are many styles of sword cultivation, and your current physique can't practice swinging outward, so first learn to hold the sword, sword fingers and hold the sword in the first style."

Song Yi nodded and silently remembered it in his heart.

"Hold the sword: Hold the sword and stand with both feet together, the left arm is rotated inwards with the palm facing back, hold the hilt, the thumb buckles the inner sword, the middle, ring and little fingers buckle the outer sword, and the index finger is straight and pressed against the hilt, so that the sword body is close to the forearm and hangs behind the left arm, and the right arm is straight and close to the outside of the right leg."

Song Yi raised his sword and carried it behind him with difficulty.

It's just that the sword is too heavy, the body is crooked, the hands can't hold it, and the wrist is weak, so the sword is also a little crooked.

"Hold the sword tightly, keep the sword body vertical to the ground, and don't touch the blade of the sword, although you can't move this sword without aura, and you can't hurt yourself, but you have to learn the right posture."

Dawn guided step by step and was extremely patient.

Sometimes the action really couldn't be corrected, Song Yi couldn't understand it, and a beam of white light popped up in the cultivation room and pointed to the wrong place.

"Let's hold on for thirty minutes first, if you can't hold on, rest for a while, and extend it to an hour next time."

Song Yi swallowed his saliva, and became stiff without moving.

After a few minutes, my body stiffened and became a little weak.

The wrist holding the sword was sore, and the arm was also sore, I don't know how long until I felt half of my body become numb, and there was a buzzing sound in my ears.

But she still insisted, and she didn't dare to move.

Finally, a voice as beautiful as a fairy voice came: "Okay, it's time." ”

Song Yi was already numb and couldn't move, his whole body slowly relaxed, and it took a minute or two for his fingers to slow down, and the sword fell to the ground with a clatter, and he also lay down on the ground.

Shuguang solemnly reminded: "If in battle, it is taboo to take off the sword, he is your partner, your comrade-in-arms, he leaves you, you will definitely die." ”

"Now you remember, unless you are sure that it is absolutely and completely safe, the sword of sword cultivation will never leave your body, and now you pick up the sword to practice the sword, you have to remember that you are a qualified sword cultivator."

Song Yi looked at the sword that fell beside him, stretched out his hand and dragged it to his side, and then nodded firmly in agreement: "I know." ”

She relieved for a while, rested, and silently screamed in her heart

Dawn said: "Hold the sword with full grasp: hold the hilt of the sword in your right hand, bend your thumb on the second knuckle of your index finger, and hold the hilt with the other four fingers together, and the tiger's mouth is close to the sword grid." ”

"The hand is misplaced, and the bulge in front of the hilt of the sword is called the gauntlet, and the handguard is stuck with your fingers, and don't put your fingers in front of the gauntlet."

"Don't put your fingers back, move it and it will slide down."

"As for the fingers of the sword: the middle finger and index finger of the left hand are straight together, the remaining three fingers are bent in the palm of the hand, and the thumb is pressed against the first knuckle of the ring finger and little finger."

"Yes, that's it, keep the body, just like the last time, hold on for half an hour."

Song Yi wanted to cry without tears, feeling a little like scolding himself who had just said that it was easy to practice swords, but the promise he made made had to persist even if he gritted his teeth.

The familiar aches and tinglingness of the whole body came from the body again.

Song Yi gritted his teeth and held on, his brain frantically recalling the happiest and happiest thing he had ever experienced in his life.

After half an hour, her tired brain was a little confused, and her body didn't move at all, and she didn't make any small movements.

Song Yi was having fun, her mind continued to diverge, and she firmly believed that fortunately, the two postures of holding the sword and holding the sword were not the same hand, and if it was the same hand, she would definitely be useless.

When Shuguang finally shouted to stop, Song Yi's body relaxed a little faster than last time, this time she didn't let go of her hand, and fell to the ground with one person and one sword.