Seeing the two of them, full of energy after being fed a big bowl of inspirational words, and eager to serve him to the death, Qingyin nodded in satisfaction. It seemed that his first step of strategy was good. Well, the next step was to gradually get them into the habit of attending classes.
Qingyin had created a strict schedule, and he had each of the two of them bring a copy to his study every day at a fixed time.
In the afternoon, there was a bamboo grove and an open space in the spacious backyard. The sun was not too strong because it had rained a few days ago, and the temperature was just right, which was also suitable for practicing martial arts.
For exercise, Qingyin changed into cycling gear, as did the "students" Luo Jiancang and Luo Miaoqing.
"I'll demonstrate my martial arts skills to you this time. You can watch first."
Ge Qing laid out a bunch of cold weapons: swords, knives, whips, spears, and so on.
The two were initially puzzled as to why their older brother had brought out a bunch of cold weapons, but their expressions later changed from ⊙︿⊙——(?д?).
Qingyin demonstrated the use of various cold weapons in front of them. First was the sword. The sharp sword light left deep marks on the ground. With each swing and thrust, the intense cold air rushed towards their faces. By the end, the two of them could only blindly clap their hands.
"So, do you want to learn?" The last whip lashed out, landing with a loud "crack" on the ground, striking right at their hearts.
"study!"
"Learn!" The two loud voices clearly showed that they were completely convinced of Qingyin's talent.
Probably no one can resist the dream of becoming a martial arts master, especially Luo Jiancang, a man who loves martial arts novels. You know, he once had the idea of becoming a chivalrous knight-errant in the martial arts world, although he was woken up by his own father's slap.
After a short while, Qingyin looked at her younger brother, who was leaning close to her and stammering, and asked, "Hmm?"
"Big brother, do you know how to throw leaves?" The younger brother stared at him with bright eyes, all his previous awkwardness gone.
Qingyin naturally fulfilled her younger brother's wish.
She had her younger brother pick up a stone and throw it into the air. Qingyin used whatever was available, picked up a bamboo leaf, held it upright, and shot it. The stone fell to the ground in half.
Luo Jiancang, all excited, picked up the stone that had split into two pieces. Touching the smooth, uneven scratches on the two stones, Luo Jiancang grinned like a simpleton.
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