Chapter 275 Can He Really Become Stronger?
As everyone knows, kung fu is not something that can be mastered in a day.
Talent is certainly important, but when it comes to martial arts, the most important thing is steady and solid hard work.
Pei Ji was intelligent and naturally understood this principle. Therefore, for so long, Xiao Jiuzhu kept asking him to train his physical strength and mental fortitude, and Pei Ji accepted and completed them diligently.
But Pei Ji was still too impatient. After experiencing the helplessness of being bullied, Pei Ji would seize any opportunity to become stronger and even climb up the ladder of power.
Xiao Jiuzhu mainly taught during the day, so Pei Ji suggested that he could also learn swordsmanship at night.
Pei Ji also wanted to improve quickly, but Xiao Jiuzhu clearly did not agree with Pei Ji's idea.
"Master Xiao didn't say he disagreed, but he was trying to show the young master through his actions that now is not the best time for him to start practicing swordsmanship." Afu sighed.
"ah."
Actually, it was pretty much what Sheng Sheng had imagined, but when she heard it with her own ears, she was still involuntarily startled.
Sigh, Brother Pei Ji... is also a pitiful little thing.
The two were still entangled, or rather, Pei Ji was unilaterally pestering Xiao Jiuzhu.
Xiao Jiuzhu was highly skilled in martial arts. Even without weapons and with Pei Ji's two hands free, it was impossible for her to suffer any hardship at the hands of Pei Ji, a new recruit who had only been practicing martial arts for less than a month.
If someone skilled in martial arts were present, they would surely notice that Pei Ji's steps were unsteady and that he was already showing signs of exhaustion.
Pei Ji, who was originally wielding his sword based on instinct and what he saw, was so exhausted after a period of time that he could barely hold the sword anymore.
But Pei Ji was unwilling to give up; he was eager to become stronger, and he thought he could achieve both...
Still can't do it?
Pei Ji stopped what he was doing, stuck his sword into the ground, put one hand on his knee and the other on the hilt of the sword, leaning most of his body weight against the sword to catch his breath.
The air was frigid, but his body temperature was not low. Beads of sweat slid down his cheeks. Pei Ji stared blankly for a moment as the ground beneath his feet changed color after being soaked by the sweat, and then suddenly fell into confusion.
Pei Ji's eyelashes trembled slightly. He was momentarily exhausted and squatted down. His gaze focused on the ground that had changed color due to the dripping sweat. His vision gradually lost focus, and the strength in his hands also loosened. The sword tipped over gently and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Can he really become stronger?
He... he can't even hold a sword properly.
What is as nimble as a swallow or as powerful as a dragon in the hands of others is less effective in his than a shovel for farming.
"Oh dear, this is so heavy!"
Pei Ji was startled and turned to look, only to see that the sword that had been lying on the ground was being lifted up by a little dumpling.
This sword was no ordinary sword; it was Xiao Jiuzhu's personal sword.
According to Xiao Jiuzhu, this sword was the last sword crafted by the best craftsman in the Jin state before his death, and therefore it was exceptionally "heavy-duty".
The thousand layers of forging patterns hidden inside the sword are not stacked, but hammered in one by one. Each layer of iron is as thin as paper, yet so dense that it seems to have grown in one place naturally. With such skill, ten pounds of iron can only be reduced to one pound in the end, but the weight is three times more solid than ordinary ironware.
Xuan Tie is several times heavier than ordinary refined iron. After being forged by the old craftsman, the iron molecules were compressed so tightly that it seemed as if the power of the entire mountain was condensed into this three-foot-long sword.
That is why this sword can cut through iron like mud; it's no exaggeration to say it's Xiao Jiuzhu's other half of life.
This sword is heavier than ordinary swords. Little Tuanzi is not strong enough to handle ordinary swords, let alone this one.
Pei Ji turned his head and saw that the little dumpling's cheeks were straining, her features were all scrunched up, and she was grimacing. It was clear that she was using a lot of force.
Unable to lift it, and somewhat skeptical, Sheng Sheng called Xie Yunqi over, saying, "Fifth Brother, come here, let's do it together!"
Xie Yunqi scoffed: "It's just a sword. I was able to draw a bow and shoot arrows when I was eight years old. I'm very strong. How could I not be able to lift a sword?"
Xie Yunqi strode over proudly, rolled up his sleeves, and arrogantly gestured, "Alright, let's get started!"
Since Sheng Sheng was already exhausted, upon hearing Xie Yunqi's words, she let go of his hand with a sense of despair.
The heavy sword was finally released from his palm, and the little dumpling drooped his head and gasped for breath.
"Fifth Brother, keep it up!" The little dumpling weakly gave Xie Yunqi a little encouragement.
Zijuan quickly came over and patted her back to help her catch her breath.
Xiao Jiuzhu walked over casually, and seeing Xie Yunqi's arrogant and smug appearance, chuckled: "You take it?"
Xie Yunqi casually reached out his right hand to take the sword. "Yeah, so what?"
However, Xie Yunqi was as confident as he was a second ago, and as disheveled as he was a second later.
Xie Yunqi had just picked up a handle and was about to lift it up when he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Why is this sword so heavy?
Caught off guard, Xie Yunqi was almost knocked over by the force in his hands. Fortunately, he hadn't forgotten that Sheng Sheng was still there. He couldn't lose face in front of his sister, no matter who else he was in front of. He managed to steady himself and used all his strength to lift the sword with both hands.
Xie Yunqi chuckled dryly: "Hmph, hehe, it's just a broken sword, what's so difficult about picking it up?"
After all, Xie Yunqi was indeed quite strong. His exaggerated sudden movement was only because he underestimated the weight of the sword and wasn't prepared. So after getting used to the weight, Xie Yunqi adjusted his breathing and it was no different from wielding an ordinary sword. He even swung it a couple of times.
Xie Yunqi was good at horsemanship, but his swordsmanship was only so-so. His swordsmanship was not very graceful, but at least he managed to swing it.
Sheng Sheng clapped enthusiastically and exclaimed, "Wow, Fifth Brother, you're amazing! I can't even lift it, yet you can still wield it!"
Xiao Jiuzhu nodded: "This sword is indeed twice as heavy as a regular sword. When I was young, it took me half a year to get used to it. It's really not easy for someone your age to be able to lift it."
"Really?" Xie Yunqi was flattered by the praise. "Hehehe, it's just so-so, only third in the world."
Xie Yunqi always scratches his head when he feels embarrassed after being praised, and this time was no exception. He wanted to scratch his head, but he forgot that he was still holding a sword.
With his left hand loosened, Xie Yunqi barely managed to keep his right foot from being cut off by the sword, startling Sheng Sheng.
Fortunately, Xiao Jiuzhu reacted quickly and retrieved the sword.
Xie Yunqi patted his chest: "Oh my, that scared me to death!"
With a sigh of helplessness, she turned around, walked up to Pei Ji, and extended her hand to him.
"Brother Pei Ji, not only can you pick it up, you can even run with it for so long! You're amazing!"
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