"Baba, my leg hurts so much!"

The little guy held his wooden sword steadily according to Chen Yi's request, stood for two minutes in a half-lunge, and couldn't help complaining.

This is a four-year-old girl, even if she has completed the quenching, but the age disadvantage is there, and it is already remarkable to be able to last two minutes.

Seeing her daughter's aggrieved appearance, although Chen Yi was distressed, she still walked over and helped her daughter correct her posture, and her tone had eased a lot.

"Hold on for another three minutes, okay?"

Chen Yi set up a horse next to the little guy, and after Yang Cong saw it on one side, he walked over very interestingly, and then joined in.

With the sparring of baba and onion, the little guy pursed his lips, and a rare look of perseverance flashed on his little face.

But even so, after two minutes, she still couldn't hold on, her legs began to tremble, and the little guy pouted, and said coquettishly: "No, baba, hasn't it been three minutes yet?"

"There is still one minute, our Nuo Nuo is the best, it will be ...... if you hold on for a while" Chen Yi had gradually given up his serious expression in his daughter's coquettish voice, and his voice became more and more gentle.

"10 seconds left!"

"Five seconds left!"

“3”

“2”

“1”

"Yes! Great, Nuno, you did it! What a surprise to Baba!" Chen Yi did not hesitate to praise herself, praising the little guy a little embarrassed, her little face, there were beads of sweat rolling down, but she didn't care at all, but happily jumped around Chen Yi, and shouted "yes!yes!"

"Okay, rest first, and then Baba will teach you a few more sword moves, or it won't be long before you will be as powerful as Baba! Now, I'm going to teach Yang Cong Shu Huang!"

"Uh-huh!"

The little guy nodded seriously, don't look at her coquettish when she squatted in the lunge just now, but she is not as squeamish as an ordinary child, as long as she gives some encouragement, she can grit her teeth and persevere, and do it very well!

Then Chen Yi's gaze fell on Yang Cong.

When he first met this guy, he also wanted to scare himself with the name of a disciple of Shushan so that he could take away the fox, but in fact, he himself was not the fox's opponent at all......

Later, I had more opportunities to contact Yang Cong, and found that this was just a child who simply aimed at a big swordsman who wandered the rivers and lakes, and of course, there was an unknown powerful father.

In the end, Chen Yi spoke.

"If you were given the opportunity, what kind of swordsman would you like to become?"

"Naturally, you can use the sharpest sword and learn the most powerful swordsmanship! The best is the kind of great swordsman who lets me go freely" Yang Cong replied without hesitation.

"Since I was a child, I have been very interested in the Shushan swordsman who flies with the sword in the novel, and when I grew up a little, I begged my family and went to Shushan to learn swords.

More than ten years have passed, and I have learned a lot of sword moves, but I don't have that earth-shattering swordsmanship.

I don't know if it's because the old guy in Shushan hides his secrets and doesn't want to teach, or if I'm really stupid and unworthy of learning......

Until I went down to Shu Mountain and saw you.

One move of swordsmanship, it seems to amaze my whole life at once.

From that moment on, I decided to become your disciple.

I want to learn Master's swordsmanship!"

These words seem to have been thought about for a long time, and they seem to be said casually, no matter what, they are the truest thoughts in his heart!

Chen Yi looked at this young man, as if he saw his appearance when he first entered the fairy realm, and he seemed to be so tenacious at the beginning.

He looked at Yang Cong with a smile and said: "In fact, swordsmanship is external, the sword you uphold is the basis for you to practice swords, some people learn swords, in order to move mountains, let the people on the mountain walk down the mountain; some people learn swords, want to subdue demons, go deep into the wilderness, and get rid of all those who are not of my race; there are also people who want to pick up the stars and want to become the strongest in the world! What's more, they want to open the sky with a sword and do things against the sky! What about you, what are you learning swords for?"

Chen Yi's tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and the words fell into Yang Cong's ears like thunder, hitting his heart.

But he quickly stabilized his mind and said excitedly: "I learn swords for leisure, let the sky be high and the sea is wide, thousands of miles, and it can be reached in the blink of an eye;

I want this day, I can no longer cover my eyes, I want this land, I can't bury my heart anymore, I want all living beings to understand my intentions, and I want all the gods and Buddhas to disappear!

Regardless of whether it is a jackal, tiger and leopard, a ghostly spirit, or a god and Buddha in the sky, and an evil demon, I can only be leveled with a sword......"

Syllable!

Chen Yi slapped Yang Cong's head and sneered: "Do you think you are the monkey who stirred up the world?

As soon as the words fell, Chen Yi's sword finger had arrived at the center of Yang Cong's eyebrows.

A stream of obscure scriptures appeared in Yang Cong's mind, and he was completely confused!

What have you been through?

Divine Consciousness Transmission?

Isn't that something that only happens in fiction?

Yang Cong's heart was shocked, he felt like he was dreaming.

But everything in my mind is too real, every word in that obscure scripture is heavy!

"Thank you, Master!"

Yang Cong knelt on his knees and bowed solemnly to Chen Yi.

Chen Yi accepted it calmly.

"I pass on your swordsmanship, from now on, you are my Chen Yi's first apprentice in Shui Lanxing, before practicing the sword technique, I have a few words to make clear, whoever cultivates my sword technique, you must not bully the weak, you must not deviate from the human race, if one day I find out that you have done something contrary to the above two with my sword technique, let you escape to the ends of the earth, I will kill you!"

"I see, Master!" Yang Cong said seriously.

"And ......" Chen Yi glanced at it lightly, "If one day, you meet a great enemy of life and death, you can fight if you can, and run away if you can't fight, you must not be reckless and fight to the death with a lonely heart, the gains outweigh the losses!

Yang Cong's body trembled suddenly, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, but he smiled very happily: "Master, you ...... You steal my lines......"

He just said that.

It's just that when he said it, it was a little dry, but it came out of Master's mouth, but it was so convincing!

Syllable!

Chen Yi slapped his head with a smile: "Can stealing for the teacher be called stealing?

"Master! I know this, I learned it in middle school, Mr. Lu Xun's "Kong Yiji"!"

"Fuck off!"

Chen Yi glanced at Yang Cong, and then took the little guy to other places, and left it here for Yang Cong to understand the sword technique.

"Nono, now Baba is going to teach you the correct posture of holding the sword, come and follow me. Chen Yi watched his daughter's two hands turn the hilt of the wooden sword, and he raised the iron sword in his hand to demonstrate.

At first, the little guy was not very good, but after Chen Yi's personal hand-in-hand teaching, he finally improved.

One morning, Chen Yi took the little guy to practice lunges and two postures of holding a sword, which made the little guy tired enough.

When he went back, the little guy couldn't help but lie on his broad back tiredly, and coquettishly wanted to carry Baba back.

As soon as he got home, Lin Chuxia's voice came down from the second floor.

"Chen Yi, come up quickly, I'll tell you something!"

"What's the matter?" Chen Yi carried the little guy up the stairs.

"Come on, hurry up!"