Rong Jiaojiao imitated Qing Xuanzi by stretching her arm forward.
The weight of the sandbag was light for Rong Jiaojiao, but if she held it for a while, her arms would ache, her forearms would start to tremble, and her face would turn red from holding it for so long.
"Father Xi, please." Rong Jiaojiao complained softly, her eyes filled with a hint of grievance.
Qing Xuanzi nodded: "Then let's stop here for now, and continue when our hands are no longer sore."
As soon as she received her master's permission to stop, the little girl ran around the yard without even taking off her sandbags, showing no signs of getting tired.
After watching and playing with it for a while, Qing Xuanzi called her again to continue practicing arm stability.
This time, Rong Jiaojiao lasted much longer than before. Although her arms were still trembling, her face was no longer as red as before.
Every time Rong Jiaojiao couldn't hold on any longer, Qing Xuanzi would call a halt and then use his spiritual power to soothe her muscles and meridians.
Gradually, the little one was able to hold the pose for longer and longer, whether it was her legs or arms. Qing Xuanzi watched Rong Jiaojiao's progress and felt very gratified.
These basic training exercises, though tedious, are crucial for practitioners. Only by building a solid foundation can one go further in the future.
As time went on, Rong Jiaojiao's physical fitness and coordination improved.
She can not only stand steadily on the wooden stake, but also easily switch feet while practicing on it.
After seeing that her arm was steady, Qing Xuanzi began to teach her how to draw talismans with a brush. Qing Xuanzi was filled with a sense of accomplishment as he watched Rong Jiaojiao's progress.
She started with individual runes, and this became Rong Jiaojiao's daily routine.
From initially having lines of varying thickness, to gradually stabilizing them, by the end of the year, Rong Jiaojiao was able to draw complete single runes.
With only a few days left until the New Year, Qing Xuanzi decided to return to town ahead of schedule.
Thinking about Rong Lianhu's promotion, should I get him some more meat?
He asked Rong Jiaojiao, "Jiaobao, do you want to get some meat for your mom and dad to take home?"
"Meatball, Father Xi, let's catch the rabbit!"
In the past few months, Rong Jiaojiao has not only become more agile, but her speech has also become clearer, and she can express many things.
Qing Xuanzi guided her to speak every day, and the effect was quite good.
"Should we bring the pheasant to Mom?"
"Chicken? For Mom!"
As Rong Jiaojiao spoke, she ran to the chicken coop, where Qing Xuanzi had caught some wild chickens, mainly to get them to lay eggs for Rong Jiaojiao to eat.
Rong Jiaojiao grabbed the neck of the hen that was sticking its head out and said, "Father Xi, give the hen its penis to Mother!"
Qing Xuanzi quickly said, "Jiaobao, let go first, you're going to crush the pheasant to death."
"Father Xi, may Qi bless you."
"Fine, fine, let go!"
After rescuing the hen from Rong Jiaojiao's grasp, the pheasant was already dizzy and clearly wouldn't survive, so Qing Xuanzi had no choice but to kill it and make soup for her that evening.
Qing Xuanzi poked her forehead: "You're getting more and more mischievous, not like a girl at all."
Rong Jiaojiao giggled: "Father Xi, Seven Chickens Bless."
"Okay, eat chicken. But don't catch any other chickens, or you won't have any eggs to eat."
Rong Jiaojiao followed her master excitedly, her little mouth chattering nonstop: "Father Xi, baby's seven eggs."
"Father, go, Rabbit, give it to Dad!"
"Father Xi...
Qing Xuanzi was busy working while talking to her. Even though it was just the two of them in the valley courtyard, it was still a lively and warm scene.
The next day, Qing Xuanzi originally planned to go into the mountains to hunt some game to take back, but seeing that the sky was gloomy, he did some calculations and decided against it, as it was expected to snow in the next two days and it was not advisable to go out.
He decided not to go anymore, since he still had quite a few left from hunting. He ate some food, added a lot of chicken feed to the trough, and sped off to town with Rong Jiaojiao.
Halfway there, Qing Xuanzi sensed that someone had once fought here.
Qing Xuanzi's expression instantly turned serious. He stopped, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed the surrounding atmosphere.
A faint fluctuation of spiritual energy permeated the air, the kind of energy that only arises during a battle, and it hadn't been long since then.
There was not only residual spiritual energy in the air, but also a very evil aura.
After much hesitation, he decided to go and check on Rong Jiaojiao, and placed several protective talismans on her body.
With a swift movement, he and Rong Jiaojiao transformed into a gentle breeze, following the aura of the battle.
He flew at an extremely fast speed and soon arrived at a valley.
In the valley, two figures were locked in a fierce standoff.
A figure dressed in a black robe, with a hideous ghost mask covering his face, revealing only a pair of dark, hollow eyes.
At this moment, his eyes revealed a strong killing intent.
Another figure, dressed in a blue robe, with delicate features and covered in wounds, clung to the man in black robes with unwavering determination.
Qing Xuanzi landed on a large tree not far away, concealing his presence and quietly observing the situation.
He could sense the black-robed man's cultivation level: peak Xuan Master realm, the same strength as himself.
The man in the green robe was also at the late stage of the Profound Master realm, no wonder he was able to hold on to his opponent so tightly.
Whether his opponent was a minor realm higher or he was the one who suffered the most injuries, if things continued this way, he would undoubtedly be defeated.
Qing Xuanzi saw that the man in black robes was holding a black longsword, and the sword was emitting bursts of black energy, which was obviously an evil magic weapon.
The man in the green robe was holding an ordinary wooden sword. Although it looked unremarkable, Qing Xuanzi could sense the powerful spiritual energy contained within it.
The black-robed man's chilling voice rang out: "Yun Zixiao, your cultivation is lower than mine, yet you dare to keep attacking me. Today, I'll make you die right here!"
Before the man in the green robe could reply, the black longsword in his hand emitted a shrill sword cry, transforming into a black light that shot straight towards the man in the green robe.
Yun Zixiao, the man in the green robe, narrowed his eyes, and the wooden sword in his hand instantly emitted a green light, colliding with the black longsword.
Two beams of light intertwined in the air, producing a deafening roar.
Qing Xuanzi noticed that Yun Zixiao's expression changed slightly, clearly indicating that he had suffered a loss in this exchange.
Qing Xuanzi silently calculated whether, with his abilities, he could fight the black-robed man while carrying Rong Jiaojiao.
After calculating and finding no problems, he silently made preparations, clutching a large handful of Heavenly Thunder Talismans in his hand.
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