Chapter 266 You are the worst batch of disciples I have ever taught!
"How much wine have you drunk at such a young age?"
Shen Zhiyin shook her head while holding the bottle. Her fair face was slightly flushed, but her mouth was very stubborn.
"I didn't drink."
Shen Zhizhuo snatched her bottle and smelled it: "You put the wrong name on the wrong person. Don't think I can't smell it just because you put the wine in the bottle!"
Shen Zhiyin then hummed and used her finger to measure a very, very small distance.
"A little bit."
She hiccuped and replied in a very sonorous and powerful voice: "The upper beam is crooked, and the lower beam is crooked. I learned this from you."
Shen Zhizhuo picked up a chicken feather duster and hit him.
Shen Zhiyin dodged quickly and raised her little chin provocatively. If she hadn't been a little sober and knew that the person opposite was her grandfather, she would have raised her little middle finger.
"Come on!"
Shen Zhiyin stood up on her two short legs and hooked her fingers: "If you can hit me, you lose."
Shen Zhizhuo was a little confused and didn't react to her words. He rolled up his sleeves and chased after her.
He was old but not slow. The old and the young jumped up and down, making the scene chaotic.
"Little aunt, that's on top of the tent, you can't go!"
"My wine, who stole my wine!"
"I finally set up the tent QAQ"
"Ah ah ah... Little aunt, that's my fish tank and my little gold, not a weapon!"
How did it turn into a melee in the end?
Shen Zhiyin defeated all the standing people in her field of vision, and finally stood on a chair with a disgusted expression.
"Get up, each of you is not as good as the chickens I raised. How can you revitalize the sect and ascend in the future like this!"
She was drunk and thought everyone was a disciple of the Sword Sect.
Then he ran to a tree with his short legs, hugged the trunk and stood up with a grunt.
"Hiss..."
The people who were knocked to the ground took a breath of cool air at the scene.
Several gray-haired heads popped out from the windows of the Taoist temple.
"My goodness, how can this drunk lady be so scary."
They were all a little drunk, but seeing Shen Zhiyin start to fight, their guards followed their professional ethics and carried them back.
Now they are much more sober.
Shen Zhiyin uprooted the jujube tree, and the trunk was as thick as two adult legs.
After she pulled it up, her fair little face flushed. She raised her little hand, gathered her energy into a sharp blade, and slashed the jujube tree in two!
The ones who were beaten on the ground: ………
Who on earth is this? Is this still a human?
They'd better run away, or they'll come back and chop them up!
Even though they were in pain, the guards were thinking about escaping even if they got up.
The little ancestor of the Shen family is too dangerous QAQ
The idea was beautiful, but he didn't run away.
Shen Zhiyin stopped the man, hugged his little arms, and his expression was really serious.
"Where do you want to go?"
"No, no..."
Everyone shook their heads.
Shen Zhiyin threw the chopped sticks to them.
"Take it, practice swordplay, don't be lazy!"
She also held a wooden stick in her hand: "Stand still!"
With a command from her tender little voice, all the guards, including Shen Xiunan, stood in military posture reflexively, and the team was neat and tidy.
Shen Zhiyin nodded with satisfaction, and then stood in front of them.
"Watch out, Junior Master will teach you."
Even though she was drunk, her eyes were still clear, and the ordinary wooden stick in her hand seemed to have really turned into a sword at that moment.
Shen Zhiyin taught the basic swordsmanship that all disciples of the Sword Sect would learn.
There were only a few movements, raising the sword, picking, chopping, stabbing, and hanging. A few movements and a kind of step on the feet were very smoothly connected together.
Shen Xiunan and the others could even hear the sound of a blade breaking through the air caused by the surrounding wind.
She was clearly holding a wooden stick in her hand, and she looked so young, but every movement she made was so sharp and powerful. It was hard to imagine that it was the power that could be unleashed from the wrist of a four-year-old girl.
They felt that even if she was holding a wooden stick, Shen Zhiyin could easily kill her opponent.
After taking it back, the girl, who was obviously too pretty and cute, stood in front of them with a wooden stick on her back and asked like a little teacher.
"Did you see everything clearly? Have you learned it?"
The guards: ... ...
Like Mr. Liu, they have failed to learn.
How should they answer this? They only remembered the first few moves, and could not remember the rest at all!
Shen Xiu Nan: "I saw it clearly!"
The answer was loud and clear, and Shen Zhiyin was very satisfied.
But she had a pretty face with others.
"You are the worst batch of disciples I have ever taught!"
Guards: Help, where did this little ancestor learn this? He is simply dreaming of the days of training QAQ
"You, come and demonstrate to them."
Shen Zhiyin pointed at Shen Xiu Nan.
Shen Xiu Nan demonstrated. He was worthy of being the sword cultivator seedling confirmed by Shen Zhiyin himself. He did remember the movements, but some parts were not standard.
Shen Zhiyin corrected him over and over again until he was satisfied.
"Do all the movements a hundred times."
"You a thousand times!" He rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction.
Everyone: ...did not dare to say a word.
They could only follow Shen Zhiyin's request and practice the movements over and over again with the sticks in their hands.
It looked simple, but after fifty times, their hands were already very sore and weak, and they could not lift them up later.
Shen Zhiyin sat on a stool to monitor, yawned, and fell asleep on the chair with a red face.
After Shen Xiunan finished practicing a hundred times, he looked back and saw a small and soft ball in the moonlight, sleeping in a very cute and well-behaved state. Who would have thought that this was a strong and capable little boy.
He even trained them as disciples.
"Ahem... then do we continue practicing?"
Seeing that Shen Zhiyin fell asleep, they breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to each other.
"Actually, I really want to learn this."
A sweaty guard said with bright eyes: "Although it's tiring, it's really amazing."
Although they don't know swordsmanship, they are not superficial and can see how powerful the few moves Shen Zhiyin showed are.
At least those few moves can allow them to easily subdue the enemy without weapons.
"I want to practice too."
It's really tiring, but they were all selected from the Blue State Military Department, and no one is afraid of being tired.
Shen Xiunan: "Then practice."
He picked up the little aunt: "Today, the little aunt was drunk and taught us a few moves. Don't miss this good opportunity."
If it were someone else, it would be too arrogant to say that.
But that was Shen Zhiyin.
Even though she was only four years old, she dared to fight the evil spirit. When she was fighting with Master Liu, she picked flowers and leaves as hidden weapons.
All the guards saw her fighting with Master Liu and saw her chopping a tree with her hands as a knife.