Chapter 12: Practice
Chapter 12: Practice (Part )
In the lobby of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi, who had just finished a meeting, walked out and saw Chen Xin leaning against a pillar, so he walked over quickly and asked.
"What's wrong, Uncle Jian? Is it because Xiao Su's talent is not good enough?"
He shook his head and then told Ning Fengzhi the contents of the previous chapter.
"Rongrong wants to learn swordsmanship from you for Su Li?" After listening to Chen Xin's story, Ning Fengzhi supported his chin with one hand and kept analyzing in his mind whether this was a good or bad thing.
"Uncle Jian, since Rongrong wants to learn, you can teach Rongrong some self-defense swordsmanship, but the main focus should still be on martial arts training."
It's not that Ning Fengzhi looked down on sword cultivators, but there are relevant records in the ancient books of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. At that time, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect had tried to let the sect disciples choose a weapon that was convenient for cultivation, but the results showed that no matter how the sect disciples cultivated, the improvement in strength was extremely limited. The reason was that the auxiliary spirit master could not use spirit skills for himself, which meant that a spirit skill was useless to him. Secondly, no matter what material the weapon was made of, it would not last long on the artifact spirit blessed by the spirit skill. Of course, there are other options. It depends on whether you have spirit bones, and spirit bones are hard to come by, so the sect gave up the plan of improving one's strength through external objects.
Therefore, Ning Fengzhi was not very keen on letting Ning Rongrong practice swordsmanship, but when he thought that it was Ning Rongrong who took the initiative to ask for it and it would increase the possibility of escape, Ning Fengzhi, as a daughter slave, agreed.
"Well, let's do as you say."
After saying that, Chen Xin instantly disappeared from Ning Fengzhi's sight.
After Chen Xin left, Ning Fengzhi rubbed his chin alone and muttered to himself.
"They say that girls should be kept when they grow up, but she is so young. Well, let her be. Anyway, Su Li is already the future leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect."
. . . . . .
In the bamboo forest, an old man in white clothes and holding an iron sword suddenly appeared, and then threw the iron sword at Ning Rongrong.
Considering Ning Rongrong's height, the sword is less than two feet long and weighs only 8 kilograms, which is already very heavy for Ning Rongrong who has always been pampered.
Looking at the iron sword deeply embedded in the ground, Ning Rongrong walked forward and wanted to pull it vertically out of the ground.
Su Li beside him did not choose to go up to help, but kept cheering him up in his heart.
Finally, after great effort, Ning Rongrong finally pulled the sword out of the ground. She wanted to lift it up, but found that she could not lift it by her own strength. So she used her soul power, and although it was limited and difficult, she still managed to lift it up. However, she did not hold on for long before the sword fell to the ground again.
As the sword fell to the ground, Chen Xin sighed silently, walked to a bamboo that was much more complicated than the other bamboos, and with a flick of the sword, a bamboo sword was made.
Holding the bamboo sword he had just made, Chen Xin came to Rongrong and handed it to her.
Although he said that he would show no mercy, he still felt a little bit reluctant when he saw it with his own eyes. What's more, isn't cultivation about improving little by little? How can you talk about cultivation if you can't even lift a sword?
"You two, come with me."
After saying that, Chen Xin walked towards the outskirts of the bamboo forest.
Looking at the iron sword on the ground and then at the bamboo sword in her hand, Ning Rongrong couldn't help feeling a little lost.
I, I am so useless, I can't even lift a sword, when will I be able to stand beside Su Li. Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong's eyes misted, and tears as big as bean curd were about to burst out.
"Rongrong, let's work hard together."
Su Li comforted Ning Rongrong by patting her back gently.
"Su Li, do you think I'm useless?" Ning Rongrong asked softly.
"Why do you think so? I can't leave Rongrong anymore. I still have to wait for you to give me your soul skills."
"But I can't even lift a sword. If it's just the two of us, I'll just be a distraction against an enemy stronger than you."
Hearing this, Su Li gently tapped Ning Rongrong's forehead.
"Rongrong, you have to know that many people would not practice other weapons because it is time-consuming, laborious and thankless. I am already very happy that Rongrong is practicing swordsmanship for me. Rongrong, you have done very well. Don't belittle yourself too much. Not everyone can lift an iron sword at the beginning. You have done better than many people."
"But, me."
"Rongrong! Be more confident. I am already very happy that you asked me for advice and practiced swordsmanship. Although I want you to be carefree and happy as a princess, since this is your decision, I will always support you and accompany you. The training has just begun. Let's work hard together!"
"Ok!"
Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Ning Rongrong responded firmly.
With a relieved smile, Su Li took Rongrong's little hand and took her to look for Chen Xin's figure.
. . . . . .
In a remote training ground of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, the huge training ground was empty, with only some training equipment scattered around.
"You damn bitch! If Rongrong gets into any trouble, I, your old self, will fight you to the death immediately!"
Two figures suddenly appeared on the playground. A skinny old man was staring at another old man angrily.
"Tell me, Ning Rongrong is a support-type soul master, why would she want to practice swordsmanship with you! Why can't you be more firm in your attitude and just reject Rongrong?"
"Okay, Old Bones, this is Rongrong's own choice."
"I know it's Rongrong's own choice, but won't you refuse? Fengzhi is really something, why would he agree with Rongrong's choice? He dotes on Rongrong no less than the two of us."
Along the way, he kept listening to Gu Rong talking to him in a sarcastic way, and he felt a little angry inside. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at Gu Rong.
"Why are you so arrogant? Old Bones! I'm not saying anything bad about you, but how long have we known each other? Do you think I don't want to refuse? If it weren't for me."
Realizing that he couldn't say anything next, Chen Xin immediately stopped talking and then said.
"I am the one who taught Rongrong, not someone else. Do you think I would let him get hurt? I'll tell you later, when you see Rongrong's determination, see if you can reject him!"
Hearing this, Gu Rong looked at Chen Xin strangely. Just when he was about to say something, two figures appeared in their eyes.
"Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, we are here."
Su Li held Ning Rongrong's little hand, walked into the training ground from one side, and greeted the two of them.
"Grandpa Bone."
Ning Rongrong on the side also greeted Gu Rong.
Hearing Ning Rongrong greeting him instead of Chen Xin beside him, his heart felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey, and the previous unhappiness disappeared instantly.
"It's Rongrong, come and let Grandpa Gu take a look."
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong ran to Gu Rong obediently. Su Li also followed Ning Rongrong and came to Chen Xin.
"Grandpa Jian, sorry to have kept you waiting."
"Well, Xiao Su, are you ready?"
"Ready."
"That's it."
Rongrong, feeling ignored, immediately raised her hand and waved it around.
"And me, and me!"
Seeing this, Chen Xin smiled with relief.
"Well, your training begins now."
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