Ren Shimin's face froze and he stared at Ren Yaoqi.

Ren Yaoqi glared back without compromise, and the father and daughter stood in the cold wind staring at each other.

Finally, Ren Shimin felt that it was indeed presumptuous of him to argue with a child like this, so he coughed lightly, gave himself a way out, and said gently: "Daddy's sword dance is just to strengthen his body and admire the style of the ancients, not to fight with others."

Ren Yaoqi looked at the precious long sword in his hand, whose silver hilt was inlaid with amber and agate and whose blade had been sharpened, and suddenly reached out to take it.

Ren Shimin took a step back and said in surprise, "Yaoyao, this sword of Daddy's is a real sword. Don't touch it, or you'll cut your hand."

She naturally knew that this was a real sword. She also knew that her father had listened to someone's slander outside and believed that he had an excellent talent for swordsmanship. After practicing for a few years, he believed that he was a rare master.

So in her previous life, when she went to Ren Shimin and cried to him that the Ren family wanted to give her to General Lu, Ren Shimin went to Old Master Ren and Old Madam Ren to argue with them but failed, so he took the sword from the wall of the right side room of the study.

"Don't be afraid, Yaoyao. Daddy will go find Zeng Yu right away." He touched her head to comfort her, then rushed out with his sword in hand, full of confidence.

When I came back, we were already separated.

Ren Yaoqi took a step forward and gripped the hilt of the sword with great determination: "Dad, since you practice sword only to strengthen your body and emulate ancient masters, then don't use this sword."

Ren Shimin was startled by Ren Yaoqi's serious expression and couldn't help but let go of her hand: "Why?"

The sword landed in Ren Yaoqi's hand. It was heavy, and she struggled to hold it. However, she held it tightly, saying with disdain, "Because this sword looks incredibly tacky. How could the ancient sages, with their celestial demeanor, use a sword adorned with gold and jade? Besides, a sharpened blade like this is unnecessary for strengthening the body."

Ren Shimin carefully examined the sword in Ren Yaoqi's hand. He hadn't noticed it before, but after Ren Yaoqi's words, he really felt that the sword was a bit tacky. He couldn't help but say helplessly, "This sword was found for me by my fifth brother. He spent a lot of money on it, but it does look a bit fancy. How about I ask the steward to find me a more ordinary sword tomorrow?"

Ren Yaoqi shook his head. "Dad, why don't you consider carving a bamboo sword yourself? 'A strong bone is strong, a heart is upright. It has weathered many storms, yet would rather break than bend. It remains green all year round, uncompeting with the flowers.' That's the demeanor of a noble scholar! Don't you think so yourself? 'Without flesh, one becomes thin, without bamboo, one becomes vulgar.'"

Ren Shimin touched his chin when he heard this: "Bamboo sword? Isn't that a bit too childish?"

Ren Yaoqi shook his head seriously, his tone criticizing, "Your sword practice isn't like those barbaric warriors who enjoy violent brawls! It may seem childish in the eyes of ordinary people, but what do they think of us have to do with us? Could it be that Dad is concerned about what others think of him and therefore has to use such a vulgar thing?"

Ren Shimin glared at Ren Yaoqi and said, "Of course not."

After thinking for a moment, he smiled and nodded in agreement, "You have some truth in your opinion. When Daddy has time, I will carve a 'Gentleman Sword' myself."

Ren Yaoqi breathed a sigh of relief. Many people acted impulsively because they felt they had a weapon in their hands, something to rely on. Weapons gave people courage.

In the future, she will urge her father to practice the "gentleman" sword that can only strengthen the body!

"I'll throw away this sword for you." Ren Yaoqi handed the sword in his hand to the maid behind him, regardless of whether Ren Shimin agreed or not.

Fortunately, Ren Shimin is a good-tempered soft persimmon most of the time, and waved his hand indifferently.

Ren Yaoqi left with Ren Shimin's sword in a very satisfied manner. Before leaving, she did not forget to scold the maids serving in the study, asking them to praise the Third Master more for his elegance when dancing with a bamboo sword, which was better than dancing with a real sword!