Song Yi is ready to leave here and return to Kyoto.
Although he failed to go home to visit his elders and was chased while rescuing people, and ran away for a whole day, he still found nothing.
Song Yi looked at the mobile banking deposits, thinking happily, and then thinking about it again, she felt a little worried.
It had only been four years, how could her hometown have become so dangerous now? People familiar with her had strange attitudes when they saw her coming back. It would take too much energy to go back and forth again, so she was not prepared to go back.
Let's come back and have a look after you have succeeded in cultivating immortals and have the strength. I don't know how long it will be.
When the Fang family heard the news that she was leaving, they hurriedly said that they could send her back in two days, and they happened to be going to Kyoto on the way.
Song Yi did not refuse.
They had no ill intentions towards her, and if they had, these people would have been able to control her when she followed them.
No matter how bad things were, Shuguang was still there. Before Song Yi knew it, she had become somewhat dependent on Shuguang.
Song Yi grew up eating from hundreds of families, living in different families, so she was not a thin-skinned person. What's more, she was kind to them, which made her even more confident.
Since they said they could drop her off along the way, why bother grabbing a ticket and leaving alone.
After these two days, Song Yi knew that these people did have a good family background. She did not get involved. She knew that their family background was not her business.
It was a miracle that she could meet people with their family background in a place like this, and saving people was even more of a coincidence.
The gap between them is too big, and trying to please them is just asking for trouble.
These people do not like to have close friendships with others who are not part of their class network.
Taking the money and leaving quickly, not rejecting other people's kindness, not trying to fawn over others, having no further relations and no more contact, is the best outcome for both parties.
the next day.
Under Shuguang's arrangement, Song Yi entered the quiet room of the training room for the first time. There were only a few jade futons and a long jade sword of unknown material.
She waved her hand and her body entered. It was magical.
Shuguang said that he would let her get familiar with the sword first, and then she could formally learn the sword when her bones were suitable.
Song Yi thought of the short video in which the men and women swung their swords lightly and gracefully, with ease and joy, and naturally thought that practicing swordsmanship should not be too difficult.
At least it won't be more difficult than the math, physics and chemistry calculations you did in school. Most of the time when practicing swordsmanship, you just imitate your memory and don't need to use your brain.
Shuguang replied helplessly: "These two are not the same thing. Xiaoyi can give it a try, but you can't stop halfway. Giving up halfway will develop bad habits."
Song Yi naturally agreed slowly.
The quiet room is a very spacious empty room. The air is very fresh and sweet. It is very happy to stay in it and breathe. Song Yi doesn't know how to describe this feeling.
Under Dawn's instructions, she walked over and bent down to raise the long sword.
Heavy, too heavy. Why is this sword so heavy? This is Song Yi's first thought. This sword is as heavy as a solid iron lump, weighing at least 50 kilograms.
The second thought was why is this sword so long.
Even though the genes in her hometown are pretty good and most of the men are around 1.75 meters tall, Song Yi didn't eat enough food when she was a child. She often skipped meals and was malnourished. She still didn't grow taller. During the college physical examination Only 1.52 meters.
Now that she has graduated, she is twenty-two years old and 1.55 meters tall.
The sword was almost two-thirds taller than her.
If it were before, she might not be able to lift it at all. After two medicinal baths, Song Yi's strength has more than doubled, but she can only barely lift it.
Shuguang explained: "This sword is called Yuming. It weighs fifty-five kilograms and is one meter long. It is already the lightest flying sword in the treasure house. You can use it to practice first, and then replace it later when you have grown up. "
Song Yi's thoughts wandered for a second. With this posture, will she grow into a strong and muscular woman in the future? It would be cool.
She does not advocate the current mainstream of being young and thin. For her, good health is the most beautiful thing.
"There are many ways to practice swordsmanship. If you are not able to practice swinging with your current physique, you should first learn to hold the sword, point the sword, and hold the sword in its first full grip."
Song Yi nodded and kept it in mind silently.
"Hold the sword: Stand with your feet side by side while holding the sword. Turn your left arm inwards with the palm of your hand facing backward. Hold the hilt of the sword, with your thumb clasping the inner sword lattice, your middle finger, ring finger and little finger clasping the outer sword lattice, and your index finger extending straight to press the sword. Hold the handle so that the blade of the sword hangs against the forearm and hangs behind the left arm, and the right arm is straight and against the outside of the right leg."
Song Yi raised the sword and carried it behind her back according to the difficult position.
It's just that the sword is too heavy, the body is swaying, the hands can't support it, and the wrist is weak, making the sword stagger a little.
"Hold the sword tightly with your hand. The blade of the sword should be vertical to the ground, and the blade should not touch your body. Although you cannot move the sword without spiritual energy and cannot hurt yourself, you must learn the correct posture."
Shuguang guided me step by step and was extremely patient.
Sometimes the movements cannot be corrected and Song Yi cannot understand. A beam of white light pops up in the training room and points to the wrong place.
"Just hold on for thirty minutes first. If you can't hold on, take a break and extend it to an hour next time."
Song Yi swallowed, becoming motionless and stiff.
Within a few minutes, my body became stiffer and became a little weak.
The wrist holding the sword was sore from the pressure, and my arms were also sore. I don't know how long it took until half of my body felt numb, and there was a buzzing sound in my ears.
But she still persisted, not daring to move.
Finally, a beautiful fairy-like voice came: "Okay, the time has come."
Song Yi's whole body was numb and he couldn't move. His whole body slowly relaxed. It took a minute or two for his fingers to recover. The sword fell to the ground with a clang, and he lay limply on the ground.
Shuguang reminded seriously: "If you are in battle, it is taboo to lose your sword. He is your partner and your comrade-in-arms. If he leaves you, you will definitely die."
"Now remember, unless it is absolutely safe, a sword cultivator's sword will never leave your body. If you pick up a sword and practice sword practice, you must remember that you are a qualified sword cultivator."
Song Yi looked at the sword lying beside him, reached out and pulled it to his side, and then nodded firmly in agreement: "I understand."
She calmed down for a while, and after she had rested, she silently called out "Dawn" in her heart.
Shuguang said: "Hold the sword with full strength: Hold the hilt of the sword with your right hand, bend your thumb on the second knuckle of your index finger, hold the hilt of the sword together with the other four fingers, and place the tiger's mouth close to the sword grid."
"If you put your hand wrongly, the raised part in front of the sword hilt is called the guard. Use your fingers to catch the guard. Don't put your fingers in front of the guard."
"Don't lean back with your fingers, it will slide down if you move it."
"As for the sword finger: the middle finger and index finger of the left hand are straight and close together, the other three fingers are bent in the palm of the hand, and the thumb presses on the first knuckle of the ring finger and little finger."
"Yes, that's it. Keep your body still, just like last time, hold on for half an hour."
Song Yi was about to cry but felt like she wanted to scold herself for saying that sword training was easy, but she had to stick to the promise she made even if she gritted her teeth.
The familiar aches and numbness came back to my body.
Song Yi gritted her teeth and held on, her mind frantically recalling the happiest and happiest thing she had ever experienced in her life.
After half an hour, she was so tired that her mind was a little confused, and her body didn't move at all, not even a small movement.
Song Yi was enjoying herself in pain, and her mind continued to wander. She firmly believed that fortunately, the two postures of holding the sword and holding the sword were not with the same hand. If it were the same hand, she would definitely be disabled.
When Shuguang finally called to stop, Song Yi's body relaxed a little faster than last time. This time she didn't let go, and fell to the ground with one person and one sword.
