So far, things are looking good. Rong Jiaojiao hasn't exhibited either of those behaviors, and he hasn't sensed any fluctuations in her consciousness, which is a positive sign.
Fu Ya asked, "How was her behavior last night?"
Qing Xuanzi smiled and nodded: "Everything is fine so far."
Fu Ya was delighted, hoping that her daughter had truly understood and would no longer recklessly use the magical artifact to collect things.
They chatted until after nine o'clock, and Rong Jiaojiao was so sleepy that she fell asleep in Fu Ya's arms.
But she couldn't bear to let go, so she asked Qingxuanzi, "Brother Qingxuan, can I take Jiaojiao back to sleep for one night and bring her back tomorrow morning?"
Qing Xuanzi thought for a moment and said, "Taking them back is fine. Let these two boys stay here. I'll check on their martial arts progress tomorrow."
"But they still have to go to school."
Qing Xuanzi glanced at Rong Lianhu with displeasure: "Do you usually wait until class time to call them?"
Rong Lianhu shook his head and said, "No, they still have to get up in the morning to practice horse stance and boxing in the yard."
Qing Xuanzi's expression softened, and he nodded: "You must understand that the key to martial arts training is perseverance; if you don't advance, you fall behind. Moreover, morning exercise is the most important. Practicing martial arts early in the morning can keep you energetic all day and also make your blood and qi flow better. If you can't even do this, then what are you talking about in martial arts training?"
Qing Xuanzi spoke in a serious tone, clearly dissatisfied with Rong Lianhu's laxity.
Rong Lianhu nodded quickly: "Brother, you're right, we've been persisting as well."
Qing Xuanzi then softened his tone: "I didn't mean to blame you, but martial arts training can't be taken lightly. Zhigao and Zhiyuan, you heard it too, you have to get up early tomorrow morning, don't let me down."
Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan quickly replied, "Yes, Uncle Qingxuan!"
Fu Ya said gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Qingxuan, for teaching Jiaojiao and now you will teach Zhigao and Zhiyuan."
Qing Xuanzi waved his hand: "No need for such talk, this is my destiny with you."
Fu Ya nodded, holding the sleeping Rong Jiaojiao in her arms, and said softly, "Then I'll take Jiaojiao back first, and I'll bring her over earlier tomorrow morning."
Qing Xuanzi nodded: "Go ahead, be careful on the way."
Fu Ya held Rong Jiaojiao upright, placed her on her shoulder, and covered her back with a thin blanket to prevent her from being exposed to the night wind.
He whispered in her ear, "Sweetie, let's go home and sleep."
Rong Jiaojiao rubbed her little face against her shoulder and continued to sleep soundly.
Fu Ya carefully carried her out of the courtyard.
Rong Lianhu pushed out his bicycle, took his wife and baby daughter and left, his figure gradually disappearing into the night.
In the courtyard, Qing Xuanzi asked Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan, "When did you two cultivate internal energy?"
He really didn't expect that these two boys had such good talent in martial arts. In just over half a year, they had already developed internal energy and entered the realm of martial arts practitioners.
Rong Zhigao replied, "In March, my brother and I felt the internal energy around the same time."
Rong Zhiyuan nodded in agreement: "My brother cultivated it first, and then told me how to cultivate it. I was able to feel the internal energy, and my body felt warm after cultivating it."
Qing Xuanzi nodded: "You're all good. Go to bed early tonight, get up early tomorrow, do your morning exercise here, and then run back to school."
"good!"
The two brothers in town obediently went to wash up and go to bed. In the military compound, the couple returned home, washed up, and got on the kang (a heated brick bed). They placed their daughter in the middle and stared at her sleeping face.
Under the dim light, Rong Lianhu whispered, "Our Jiaobao is so pretty, even in her sleep she's making smacking noises with her mouth."
Fu Ya recalled the time when her daughter was first born, and Rong Lianhu always liked to look at her like this, finding even a frown or a yawn incredibly cute.
She laughed and said, "In your eyes, there's nothing wrong with your daughter."
Rong Lianhu replied matter-of-factly, "Of course, even if Brigade Commander Wei's son has taken a master as his teacher, I still think he's not good enough for our daughter."
Fu Ya chuckled and said, "That's just how parents are, they think their own child is perfect in every way!"
Rong Lianhu said very seriously, "I really think that boy of theirs is too spoiled. He's a boy who's so well-behaved, even more so than your child. That's not good."
Fu Ya thought about Wei Jingqi and realized that he was indeed very well-behaved: "He is well-behaved, but he is only three years old now. When he gets older and plays with the boys in the yard, his personality and behavior will change. We can't make a judgment about him now."
Rong Lianhu curled his lip: "Anyway, I wouldn't even look at him."
"Don't just say whether you like it or not. Maybe Dean Wan has the same thoughts as you."
"I would prefer that, so I don't not know how to refuse Commander Wei."
Fu Ya didn't want to continue the topic, so she changed the subject and said, "I still have several days of leave left. I'll take the leave after I go to work tomorrow and spend these few days playing with my daughter."
Rong Lianhu nodded: "I just got back from a mission and have two days off. How about we take Jiaobao to the county to buy her some clothes?"
"Sure, how about we go the day after tomorrow, Sunday? Zhigao and Zhiyuan's clothes are getting too short and have a lot of patches, so we should buy them a couple of new outfits and take them with us."
"Okay, buy them all. Go to sleep. You need to ask for leave tomorrow, so go to bed early and get up early."
"good."
The room fell silent, and soon only three breaths of varying depths could be heard.
At first, Qing Xuanzi in the town was not used to the little girl not being by his side, so he simply did not sleep and meditated all night.
Before dawn, Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan were dragged out of bed by Qing Xuanzi for morning exercise.
The two rubbed their sleepy eyes and followed Qing Xuanzi into the courtyard in a daze.
"Uncle Qingxuan, it's not even dawn yet." Rong Zhiyuan rubbed his eyes, his voice still heavy with sleepiness.
Qing Xuanzi said seriously, "Those who practice martial arts must cherish time like gold. Morning practice is the best time to cultivate internal strength, and you must seize every moment."
Rong Zhiyuan yawned, but seeing Qing Xuanzi's serious expression, he immediately straightened up: "Yes."
As soon as Rong Zhigao got up, he ran to wash his face with cold water, and when he came back to the yard, he was full of energy.
Qing Xuanzi nodded in satisfaction and began having them practice horse stance. After an hour, Qing Xuanzi gave each of them a bamboo stick and said, "Today I will teach you a set of stick techniques."
Rong Zhiyuan was puzzled: "Why is it staff fighting, and not knife fighting or sword fighting, that's the most powerful?"
Qing Xuanzi said, "Don't underestimate the staff technique. It's a weapon that's easy to obtain in any location, and the staff technique has flexible and varied moves. It can be used for close combat as well as long-range attacks, making it extremely practical."
"On the battlefield, an ordinary wooden stick can often have unexpected effects. Moreover, mastering stick techniques can greatly improve your arm strength and body coordination."
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