The sun rises over the East China Sea, and the morning sun confides.

In the early morning, Pinghai Town is somewhat chilly, and the sea breeze blows elegant seafood from time to time, with a little fragrance.

As soon as Ling Jiang walked out of the house of the Rhubarb family, he saw Xi Yao already standing in front of the door of the grass house practicing swords.

"Miss Xi Yao, early. He walked over and said hello.

"Early. Xi Yao nodded, and subconsciously asked, "What about Ya'er?"

"I'll let her sleep more, and I'll make today's breakfast. Ling Jiang nodded.

"You can also cook?" Xi Yao was surprised, in his opinion, Ling Jiang should just be a sour talent who can only study hard, and cooking is too difficult for him.

"I've learned a little before, it's not very delicious, at least it's not starving. Ling Jiang said as he washed his face with water, and then began to wash rice and make a fire.

In fact, breakfast is not as rich as that of large families, a pot of porridge, with pickled vegetables at home, can simply eat a full stomach.

Ling Jiang found that Xi Yao had also stopped practicing her sword, but was watching quietly from the sidelines, she was very curious about what Ling Jiang had to do to light the fire. I was a little surprised to see that Ling Jiang only lightly struck it twice with a flint, and a piece of grease wood ignited a bright fire.

"You haven't seen it before?" Ling Jiang looked at Xi Yao's expression and asked suspiciously.

"In my hometown, cooking is not so troublesome. Xi Yao glanced at him and said,

Ling Jiang used tongs to put the grease wood into the stove, then picked up small dry wood and put it on until the flame became fierce, then put the pot on the rack, and then put a large piece of wood from the stoma.

After Ling Jiang finished the task at hand, he found that Xi Yao was squatting next to the stove like a child and playing with the flint, and he couldn't help but feel a little funny.

"What are you laughing at?" Xi Yao frowned and stared at Ling Jiang's snickering face.

"No, it's nothing ......" Ling Jiang hurriedly shook his head.

"Forget it, it's not interesting. As she spoke, she put the flint back in place and stood up, looking at the rainbow light in the distance, which grew dimmer day by day.

"I have to leave by noon at the latest, otherwise this trip will be in vain. Xi Yao said solemnly.

"Hmm. Ling Jiang nodded.

Xi Yao took two steps forward, lifted the small purple sword that was placed aside, and suddenly looked back at Ling Jiang and asked, "Do you want to learn the kind of kung fu that can fly to the boat with a light jump?"

"You teach me?" Ling Jiang was a little moved when he heard this.

"I can't teach it. Xi Yao shook her head honestly, "With your qualifications, you can't learn it without three and a half years." ”

"Okay. Ling Jiang sighed.

"But I can tell you the basics, and you can practice it yourself when you go back, and how far you can go depends on your own creation. Xi Yao paused, and then asked, "Do you want to learn?"

"Yes!" Ling Jiang nodded.

Xi Yao then said, "Okay, take your hand out." ”

"Which hand?" Ling Jiang asked.

"Whatever. Xi Yao withdrew the little sword and said to Ling Jiang.

Xi Yao pinched Ling Jiang's outstretched right hand, and his fingers slowly traveled along the lines on his palm, and finally stopped at the pulse position. This action is very similar to Lang Zhong taking the pulse of others, but it is not very similar.

Because Xi Yao's fingers have been tapping his wrist, every time he taps, he feels a slight pain.

This slight labor pain lasted for a while, and I saw Xi Yao frowning slightly, and her fingertips seemed to press Ling Jiang's wrist harder.

"Does it hurt?" Xi Yao noticed that Ling Jiang's expression was a little wrong, and asked softly

"It's ok. Ling Jiang nodded.

"What do you mean it's okay?" the girl glared at her, "Does it hurt or not?"

"It hurts a little...... Ling Jiang said hesitantly, "Well, it hurts." ”

"That's really the case......" When Xi Yao heard this, her fingers moved away from Ling Jiang's wrist, shook her head and said.

"What's wrong?" Ling Jiang asked.

"It's not that I don't want to teach you, it's that you weren't born with this life. Xi Yao said lightly, "Your spiritual roots are wasted, and it is difficult to achieve success no matter how you practice." ”

Ling Jiang felt that the problem should be very serious, but he couldn't understand what was going on at all, so he couldn't help but scratch his head and ask, "What is the spiritual root?"

"Everything has a spirit, and every person has a spiritual root, which is the foundation of man's connection with all things in heaven and earth. Xi Yao explained, "Even if it is an ordinary person, there will be a spiritual root in the body, but the quality is very ordinary." But you are different, your spiritual root is wasted, which is equivalent to no spiritual root. You know what I mean?"

"I don't understand. Ling Jiang said, "Didn't you say that everyone would have a spiritual root?

"You were supposed to have it, but now it's gone, for a number of reasons. Xi Yao said with some regret, "Although the waste spirit root is rare, it is not impossible. Most of them are destined things, and you, like them, should be born to be destined to not be a great thing. ”

"So ......," Ling Jiang asked in a low voice.

"So you can't become a qi practitioner, don't think about it in this life. Xi Yao said.

"That's it......" Ling Jiang felt a little lost in his heart, but it wasn't too uncomfortable, after all, something like a qi practitioner was already far away from him.

"However, you can try to practice martial arts, but your body is not born to practice martial arts, and I don't dare to guarantee that you will have a future in martial arts. Xi Yao said.

"Is it those practitioners in the town?" Ling Jiang nodded, "They did say that I am not a martial arts practitioner, and I am destined to be a scholar. ”

"What kind of practitioners?" Xi Yao sneered, "Their group of laymen know a ball." Martial arts can be roughly divided into martial arts practice and martial arts, and only when you really step into martial arts can you be called a martial artist. Therefore, the Ten Mountains of Martial Arts, before crossing the third mountain, can be said to be a group of ordinary people, that is, the so-called practitioners in your mouths. ”

"It's so mysterious. Ling Jiang said with emotion.

"Cultivating martial arts and practicing qi is a path against the sky. It's just that martial artists are not like qi practitioners, and it is difficult to become a climate without chance. They rely more on themselves, as long as you practice enough, sooner or later you will be able to raise the realm up, but you also have to have a life. Xi Yao said.

"I get it. Ling Jiang nodded, "As Mr. Su said, read the book a hundred times and see a truth." ”

"Pretty much. Xi Yao nodded, "Anyway, it's impossible for you to practice qi." As for martial arts, I can teach you how to breathe, but now that the tidal aura is scarce, how much you can master depends on yourself. ”

"Okay. Ling Jiang nodded. It's not that he really wants to practice martial arts, but he now gradually understands that after losing the protection of Uncle Jiu, if he can't become stronger, he can only be bullied by others.

"Come, take a stride and show me. Xi Yao patted Ling Jiang's waist and said softly.