"dad!"
In the evening, after standing all afternoon doing the exercises, Qin Yue'er was so exhausted that after taking a shower, not only was she not tired, but she found Qin Tian in high spirits.
"What's wrong?" Qin Tian, who was preparing course materials for the next two days, looked at Qin Yue'er who ran into the study and asked doubtfully.
"Dad, if I practice the Gongsun Sword Dance that Dad mentioned, can I fly with a sword?"
After hearing Qin Yue'er's words, Qin Tian put down the mouse in his hand and looked at Qin Yue'er beside him.
"We must believe in science." The smile on Qin Tian's face seemed a bit mysterious: "Flying with a sword and so on are all in movies."
"Believe in science?" Qin Yue'er was a little disappointed when she heard Qin Tian's words. It seemed that she could no longer fly with a sword.
"Then, can you use the sword energy?" Qin Yue'er asked another question that she was very concerned about.
"Cut out the sword energy?" Qin Tian touched his chin.
"Yueer, do you still remember the poem dad said?"
"What poem?" Qin Yue'er looked at Qin Tian in confusion, obviously not knowing what Qin Tian meant.
"Huo Ruyi shoots at the nine sunsets, and he is like a group of emperors flying dragons; when he comes, he is like thunder that suppresses his wrath, and when he ends, he is like the clear light of the river and sea."
"This poem contains what Yue'er wants to know."
"If Yue'er wants to know, you have to practice hard and reach the state of these two poems that dad said. Then you can know." Qin Tian said with a smile.
"Oh." Qin Yue'er nodded vaguely, but from Qin Tian's tone, she already understood.
Sword energy!
She can cut out sword energy!
Hehehehehe~
"Then dad, I'm going to bed, good night!"
"Good night, let Lan'er and Xing'er also go to bed early." Qin Tian looked at Qin Yue'er who ran out and ordered.
"knew!"
in the next few days.
Qin Yue'er stood at the sword pile as always, rain or shine.
It was rare for Qin Tian to see Qin Yue'er being so persistent and patient about one thing, especially standing on the sword stand was a very hard task.
The Zhuang Kung Fu is essentially similar to the Zha Ma Bu.
But compared to the Zha Ma Bu that is popular among the general public, Zhuang Gong has its own unique features.
For example, sword piles can not only make the foot plate more stable, but also increase Qin Yue'er's understanding of swords.
This is actually similar to the legendary "meditation method".
The only difference is that meditation exercises mental strength and develops the brain.
Zhuang Gong, on the other hand, pays more attention to the body and skills.
Especially under the blessing of the system's unique practice, Qin Yue'er's swordsmanship has become more and more proficient.
From the beginning I could barely stand still for ten minutes.
It's been about two hours now.
This progress can only be described as appalling.
Qin Tian also had a general understanding of Qin Tian's cultivation after Qin Yue'er and Qin Lan'er were bound to have the right to guide the Solitary Method.
The two daughters are indeed good in talent, but relatively speaking, the blessing of the only method is probably too powerful.
Otherwise, how could two children who are no more than 18 years old together achieve such outrageous progress in cultivation?
After all, he didn't have any legendary treasures, so his two daughters basically practiced step by step according to the secret manuals he created.
In the afternoon.
Qin Tian was sitting on the rocking chair under the shade of the trees in the yard, holding the secret book of "Gongsun Sword Dance" in his hand. From time to time, he took the time to glance at Qin Yue'er, who was still maintaining the posture of sword pile.
Wolong Mountain is located on the seaside, so the wind is naturally very strong.
When she first started practicing the sword pile, Qin Yue'er would sway from time to time due to the sea breeze.
Today's sea breeze was obviously much stronger than the previous two days. Even the osmanthus tree above Qin Tian's head was blown by the sea breeze, causing the leaves to rustle down. However, Qin Yue'er was able to maintain the posture of holding the sword. ,like a statue.
"Lan'er, review the old and learn the new, don't slack off." Qin Tian looked at Qin Lan'er who wanted to imitate his sister Qin Yue'er and said.
It's my own method. Since Qin Lan'er has learned the skill of flying knives, she naturally cannot learn the sword pile of Gongsun Jianwu.
She kept learning, but she stumbled and fell. Seeing her standing up again and continuing to watch Qin Yue'er learning, Qin Tian couldn't help but shake his head.
Doesn’t this little daughter know how to bite off more than she can chew? Although the skill of flying knives has been mastered, there is still a long way to go before reaching the final state.
After hearing Qin Tian's words, Qin Lan'er, who was holding a branch, stopped imitating Qin Yue'er.
She was just curious about Qin Yue'er's sword pile and wanted to try it, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't be as powerful as her eldest sister, who could stand motionless for an hour or two.
Throwing knives is still fun.
Qin Lan'er muttered in her heart, threw her "sword" back into the corner of the tree, took out the throwing knife and started practicing at the target in the yard.
It's just that now Qin Lan'er's training direction has changed from strengthening the accuracy and speed of throwing knives at the beginning to a stage of concentration.
The skill of flying knives has four levels of artistic conception. Qin Lan'er who entered the palace has reached the artistic conception of hand-knife.
If you want to go further, you must break through the artistic conception of hand knife and reach the next artistic conception called Yida.
Only in this way can we break through the shackles of being in the palace and enter the house, and reach the state of perfection.
Seeing Qin Lan'er obediently going to practice flying knives, Qin Yue'er also breathed a sigh of relief.
From just now, Qin Yue'er looked at Qin Lan'er, who was learning to walk in Handan in front of her, and she almost couldn't keep herself from laughing out loud because of her embarrassing appearance.
Fortunately, she had strengthened her concentration a lot by practicing swordsmanship in the past two days, allowing her to hold back her smile.
Without the interference of Qin Lan'er, Qin Yue'er concentrated her mind and continued to maintain the sword pile.
Although it seems incredible, when Qin Yue'er maintains the sword pile, every time she feels tired, a warm current will emerge from her body to relieve her physical fatigue, allowing her to continue to persevere.
Of course, apart from the first appearance of this warm current, the conditions for its subsequent appearance are not that simple.
After a few days of groping, Qin Yue'er roughly understood it.
Only when you push yourself to the limit will this wonderful warm current that comes from nowhere appear.
Qin Yue didn't know why, but she knew, hold on!
As long as he persists, he will be able to learn martial arts that is not inferior to that of his younger sister Qin Laner.
Thinking of this, Qin Yue'er became more energetic.
"Yue'er, are you feeling tired?" came Qin Tian's slightly lazy tone.
When Qin Yue'er heard this, she replied without moving her mouth: "I'm not tired."
"Okay, then you go ahead and I'll cook first."
"good!"
"What do you want to eat tonight?"
"Coke chicken wings!" Qin Yue'er hadn't spoken yet, but Qin Lan'er, who was supposed to be concentrating on her thoughts, spoke first.
"I want to eat pork knuckles." Qin Yue'er's voice slowed down a step.
"Okay, I'll go see Xing'er."
As Qin Tian left, silence returned to the courtyard.
It was as if nothing had happened.
(End of chapter)
