Upon hearing Qing Xuanzi's words, Rong Zhiyuan quickly handed the chicken soup to Qing Xuanzi and turned to fetch the other dishes.
He picked up a plate of stir-fried vegetables and said, "Then I'll carry this one."
Qing Xuanzi used a spell to cool the chicken soup down, and as he carried it out, he replied, "Okay, be careful not to spill it."
Rong Zhigao also came in to join in the fun, carrying a plate of cucumber salad behind him.
A pot of chicken soup, a stir-fried vegetable dish, a cucumber salad, and a bowl of rice—it all looks so appetizing.
After everyone had served their rice, Qing Xuanzi picked up his chopsticks first and said, "Alright, let's eat."
First, I put a chicken leg on Rong Jiaojiao's plate. Rong Jiaojiao had already forgotten that she wanted three chicken legs. She pounced on the chicken leg like a little tiger, took a bite, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face: "Master, the chicken leg is really delicious!"
Qing Xuanzi smiled and nodded, then placed a chicken leg on Rong Zhigao's and Rong Zhiyuan's plates.
He then picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth, praising, "Zhigao's stewed chicken tastes very good, and the cooking time is well controlled."
Rong Zhigao smiled upon hearing Qing Xuanzi's praise: "Thank you for the compliment, Uncle. I will continue to work hard."
Rong Zhiyuan also took a bite of the chicken leg, his eyes shining, and ate without even looking up.
After the meal, Qing Xuanzi said, "The three of you should digest your food first, then take a nap, and then train your physical fitness this afternoon."
"Physical training?" Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with doubt.
Didn't they already train this morning? Why are they training again this afternoon?
He's still a kid at heart, and he's feeling a bit down, worried that the training might be even heavier than in the morning.
Seeing their expressions, Qing Xuanzi explained, "Physical training is to enhance your physical fitness so that you can perform better in cultivation. After all, only with a strong body can you withstand higher levels of cultivation."
When Rong Jiaojiao heard about the "training," she enthusiastically exclaimed, "Baby wants to participate too!"
Qing Xuanzi smiled and nodded, saying, "Of course, you will participate as well."
She added in her mind, "Don't come crying later."
The two brothers, knowing it was for their own good, nodded and agreed, "Okay!"
Half an hour after lunch, Qing Xuanzi told them all to go to sleep. The little girl was used to taking a nap and would start to feel sleepy on her own when it was time.
Although the two brothers were a little uneasy, they had no choice but to obediently follow Rong Jiaojiao to rest when they saw that she had started to yawn.
Qing Xuanzi watched them enter the room, a slight smile playing on his lips. He thought to himself, "These little guys will show their true colors during training this afternoon."
The afternoon nap passed quickly, and when Qing Xuanzi woke the children, they were all still sleepy.
Rong Jiaojiao rubbed her eyes and mumbled sleepily, "Master, Jiaobao hasn't had enough sleep yet."
Qing Xuanzi smiled and patted her head: "Good girl, it's time to train, otherwise you won't be able to sleep tonight."
Although Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan were also a little sleepy, they immediately perked up when they heard the word "training".
They knew that Qing Xuanzi's training would definitely not be easy, but it was also an opportunity for them to grow.
"Uncle Qingxuan, shall we do the same standing meditation as this morning, or something else?" Rong Zhiyuan asked, his eyes filled with anticipation, hoping it wouldn't be too difficult.
Qing Xuanzi took Rong Jiaojiao's hand and led them into the courtyard.
He took out several pairs of sandbags and handed them to them: "This afternoon, we're going to practice boxing with sandbags strapped to our arms and legs."
When Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan heard "practice boxing with sandbags tied to their bodies," their eyes lit up instantly.
They had seen their sister tie sandbags to her hands to train her endurance, and they had even tried it themselves at home, but it was definitely not as good as the training directed by Qing Xuanzi.
When Rong Jiaojiao saw the sandbags, she immediately perked up, stretched out her arm for Qing Xuanzi, and said excitedly, "Baby wants to wear sandbags too!"
Qing Xuanzi helped her tie the sandbags to her arms, and then told her to stretch out her legs: "Stretch out your legs, we're going to tie them on your legs today too."
After adjusting the position, he said, "Remember, the weight of the sandbags will increase the difficulty of your movements, but it will also better train your strength and endurance."
After the two brothers strapped on their sandbags, they immediately assumed boxing stances, eager to try. Rong Zhigao clenched his fist and said, "Uncle Qingxuan, let's begin!"
Qing Xuanzi nodded, walked up to them, and began to demonstrate: "When practicing boxing, the movements must be standard, and you should not deform because of the weight of the sandbag. Remember, speed and power must be balanced, and you should not only pursue speed but also ignore power."
He threw a punch, the movement clean and crisp, accompanied by a whistling sound. Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan watched intently, their eyes filled with admiration.
"Uncle, we can do it too!"
Rong Zhiyuan said that he threw a punch, but the weight of the sandbag made the movement look awkward.
Qing Xuanzi smiled and did not blame him: "Don't rush, take it slow. You need to get used to the weight of the sandbags, don't push yourselves."
Although Rong Jiaojiao is young, she is stronger than her two older brothers, and the sandbags tied to her do not hinder her movement much.
Following Qing Xuanzi's example, she swung her little fist. Although her movements were immature, her punches were steady and her arms did not sway due to the weight of the sandbag.
Training began, and Qing Xuanzi had the children start by practicing simple straight punches, hooks, and kicks.
He stood aside, carefully observing their movements and correcting their posture from time to time.
"Zhigao, clench your fists tightly and don't bend your wrists," Qingxuanzi reminded him.
Rong Zhigao adjusted his posture and threw another punch, this time with much more standard form.
"Zhiyuan, keep your steps steady and don't lose your balance because of the weight of the sandbags." Qing Xuanzi looked at Rong Zhiyuan again.
Rong Zhiyuan nodded, adjusted his stance, and made his punches even more powerful.
Despite being strapped with sandbags, Rong Jiaojiao still moved with agility.
He punched and kicked more accurately than his two older brothers.
Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan were a little discouraged and secretly vowed not to fall too far behind their younger sisters.
"Master, can I do this, baby?" Rong Jiaojiao asked, throwing a punch.
Qing Xuanzi nodded, a satisfied smile on his face: "Very good, Jiao Bao did a great job!"
The little girl got even more excited, and her punches and kicks became incredibly powerful.
But after a while, she couldn't keep going. Qing Xuanzi then said, "Everything requires a gradual approach to sustain it. We need to take it slow so that we can persevere for a long time and achieve the training goals."
Rong Jiaojiao nodded. Having rested enough, she saw her two older brothers sweating profusely under the sun and joined in. However, this time she learned her lesson and no longer attacked relentlessly.
When you're exhausted, take a break, drink some water, catch your breath, and then continue training.
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