Ruyi and Ping An came to the small courtyard after knowing that Chen Changsheng had returned.
Chen Changsheng handed the sword made of peach wood to Ping An.
Chen Changsheng said: "After a while, this will be your sword."
Ping An said in confusion: "Uncle Chen, the sword doesn't seem to be like this."
Chen Changsheng touched his head and said, "You are still young, so a wooden sword is just right."
After hearing this, Ping An nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
Chen Changsheng taught him some simple sword moves, which were nothing more than the most basic things such as thrust, block, wash, pierce, and sword flower.
If you want to learn the sword well, you must start from the basics.
This foundation alone may take nearly a year to polish.
Next comes the footwork, and then some sword moves. It sounds simple, but it is the most difficult. If you want to learn the sword well, you need not only understanding, but also patience. The same is true for weapons all over the world.
The most important thing is hard work, which is also something that peace still lacks.
Ruyi sat under the eaves with her chin propped up and watched the adults and children practicing their swordsmanship.
She couldn't understand it, but she found it interesting.
The way Ping An holds the sword is very funny, but Uncle Chen is different, giving people a powerful feeling.
Maybe it's just because Ping An is too small.
After Chen Changsheng taught some lessons, he asked Ping An to practice on his own.
Ruyi came forward and asked: "Uncle Chen, if you want to practice Ping An, how long will it take?"
"If you master it..." Chen Changsheng said: "It may take a long, long time."
"That seems to be really taking a long time."
Ruyi seemed to understand what Uncle Chen said.
She thought it was because she had grown up.
She watched Ping An practice his sword, but she couldn't help but feel a little lost in thought.
She thought of the book that could be written without ink, and couldn't help but look at Uncle Chen again.
Ruyi asked: "Is Uncle Chen a god?"
She asked this question three years ago.
Chen Changsheng now knew that it was not easy to fool her. He thought about how to answer, but after a long time he answered like this.
"Uncle is not a god, he is a kid. If Ruyi asks again, Uncle Chen will eat you."
Ruyi was stunned for a moment and looked at Mr. Chen in disbelief.
She never expected that Uncle Chen would answer her like this.
Ruyi muttered and said, "Uncle Chen is lying!"
"It's a lie to children."
"Ruyi is not a child."
"Who are you."
"no!"
"That's not it."
"oops!"
Ruyi scratched her hair and said, "That's not what I was talking about at the beginning. How could Uncle Chen be so mean?"
"Have it?"
"have!"
"That's it."
"..."
Ruyi folded her hands and stood aside, not wanting to talk to Uncle Chen anymore.
He bullies children.
Chen Changsheng turned to look at her and saw that after being angry for a while, Ruyi squatted down and started picking up stones and throwing them around, as if to vent his anger.
"Only children throw stones."
"..."
Ruyi paused for a moment, then threw away all the stones in his hand and squatted there holding his hands, doing nothing or saying anything.
"Bullying."
"Bullying kids."
"Ruyi is not a child!"
"oh."
Ruyi snorted softly, turned his head and said nothing again.
Chen Changsheng thought for a while, opened the oil paper bag on the table, took a look at the candied fruits inside, and then picked up the melon sticks inside and ate them.
Ruyi glanced out of the corner of his eye.
Seeing that Uncle Chen was eating with gusto, he didn't know what he was eating.
But when she looked at it, it seemed delicious.
Chen Changsheng took a melon stick and asked, "Will you eat it if you wish?"
"Ruyi won't eat."
"Forget it if you don't want to eat."
Chen Changsheng ate it himself.
When Ping An saw it, he smacked his lips and said, "Can Ping An eat it if he wants?"
Ruyi glared at Ping An.
Ping An shook his head, then laughed twice, and said with a smile: "I won't eat, I won't eat..."
In comparison, he was still afraid of his sister's fists.
Chen Changsheng watched Ping An practice his sword, and would mention it from time to time while eating candied fruit.
"Don't shake your hands, hold them up straight!"
"yes."
Ping An answered, working harder.
He also realized at this time that learning to sword was not an easy task.
But so what, he has never been afraid of anything since he was a child. He copied that book verbatim, so learning swordsmanship is nothing.
This is what Ping An thought, but later he discovered that practicing swordsmanship is much more difficult than writing!
The scent of candied fruits came to Ruyi's side.
She sniffed it, curious in her heart, but because she was angry and didn't want to speak, she kept silent.
Children all have such tempers.
But in the end, Ruyi couldn't hold it back.
When the sun was about to set, Ruyi squatted and moved closer to Chen Changsheng.
"What are melon sticks? Are they delicious?"
Chen Changsheng turned to look at the squatting Ruyi. He smiled, then picked out a melon stick from the oil paper bag and handed it to Ruyi.
Ruyi smacked his lips, obviously wanting to eat, but he still said stubbornly: "Ruyi didn't want it, it was Uncle Chen who wanted to give it to Ruyi."
"Yes, yes." Chen Changsheng nodded and smiled.
Ruyi took the melon stick and put it into his mouth.
The icing on the melon melts in your mouth, and the sweetness spreads between your lips and teeth.
Ruyi was stunned immediately.
Delicious! So sweet!
Chen Changsheng asked: "Have you never eaten Ruyi before?"
Ruyi shook her head. She had never eaten melon sticks before, but she said, "Ruyi has eaten peach cake. It is also sweet, but not as sweet as melon sticks."
Chen Changsheng said: "This is called candied fruit. Of course, this is a general term. Melon sticks are just one of them. Of course, peach cake should be the same."
"So it's called candied fruit?" Ruyi had never heard anyone say it before.
There are not many kinds of candied fruits in Qingshan City, and there are not many people eating them. I think this is the reason.
"Ruyi still want to eat?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Ruyi was about to speak, but after thinking about it, he said: "Ruyi doesn't want to eat it, it doesn't taste good."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "Okay."
Sword Practicing Ping Anba smacked his lips and glanced at Sister A.
Ruyi met Ping An's gaze and said, "Ping An is not allowed to eat either."
Ping An sighed helplessly and had to practice his sword hard.
Sister is good everywhere, but she is too fierce.
I definitely won’t be able to get married in the future, huh.
When night was about to fall, Chen Changsheng let Ping An rest. After practicing for less than half an hour, Ping An's arms were already trembling, so he could only practice again tomorrow.
Mu Jian stayed in the small courtyard, and Ruyi was quite unhappy when he left, as if he was still angry.
When Ping An saw that Ruyi had left, he approached Chen Changsheng and said, "Uncle Chen, my sister has a bad temper, but Ping An is different. Ping An is much better behaved."
"So can Ping An taste the candied fruit?"
Chen Changsheng pointed to the candied fruits on the table and said, "Don't take too many. If you eat too much, you will lose your teeth."
"Thank you Uncle Chen!"
Just as he was talking, a voice came from outside the door.
"Peace! I hear you!"
"ah?!"
"That's wrong, sister, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore!"
Ping An was carried away by Ruyi's ears, holding a few pieces of candied fruit in his hand as he left.
But later Ruyi snatched most of it away.
