Chapter 9: Sword Practice Have you ever seen Tiandu Sect at midnight?
Qi Qing swore that he would use his poor swordsmanship to make Yue Ji give up.
He briefly reviewed the experience with his senior fellow student and then started teaching the next day.
"No matter what you learn, you must lay a solid foundation. For example, if you want to become a strong man like Qianyuan Sword Master in the future, you must have good martial arts skills."
Qi Qing held the ice sword made of spiritual power, raised his chin and pretended to be a master, walking back and forth in front of the child.
"Do you know how many hours Qianyuan Sword Master practiced sword every day before he became Sword Master? Have you seen Tiandu Sect at midnight? Do you know how many famous families the head master visited in order to practice sword? If you want to succeed, you can't be lazy! From today on, swing the sword 10,000 times a day, not less."
Yue Ji blinked: "Ten thousand times?"
"Of course, if you can achieve that..." The young man raised his eyes slightly, curled his lips and patted Yue Ji on the head: "Persist for a month, and I will teach you the next step."
He deliberately set a very high threshold so that Yue Ji would know that his senior brother was much more lenient and professional than him.
After Yue Ji has been tired for a few days, he will naturally think of changing teachers. By leaving the students with his senior brother, he will have more time to work and earn money.
The plan is passed.
Qi Qing snapped his fingers, pulled a stool and sat down: "Practice, I'll watch you."
The protagonist is indeed the protagonist. Even though he was obviously misleading in his words, Yue Ji did not suspect him. He used a tree branch as a sword and practiced the movements he taught him step by step.
Qi Qing looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but stand up and said: "This angle is wrong, it will hurt your muscles..."
He helped Yue Ji straighten it out personally, but after a while, the child's arm became crooked again.
The young man simply transformed into an ice sword: "Look at me, this move should start from here, sink your shoulders, and use your waist to drive your hips."
The child agreed verbally, but when he did it himself, he went astray.
He seemed to realize that his action was wrong. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Qi Qing with those clear and innocent eyes.
Qi Qing had no choice but to stand behind him, slightly bent over, and grabbed Yue Ji's arm, just like teaching a child to write: "Be gentle with your arms, don't be too stiff, and take your time... Yes, just like this."
Yue Ji obediently relaxed his arms, without saying a word, allowing Qi Qing to lead him in stabbing out a beautiful sword flower.
"Have you learned it?" Qi Qing let go of his hand.
The child put down the sword, quickly glanced at his face with his black and white eyes, lowered his eyelashes and shook his head.
Qi Qing let out a hiss and began to reflect.
I couldn’t even teach Long Aotian, who understood things very quickly. Is my teaching skill really that bad?
【He did it on purpose.】
Qi Qing said "Ah" and frowned, "What do you mean?"
After a month of accumulation, the number of people in his live broadcast room has now been stabilized at three to five people, and his points have slowly climbed to three hundred. His future is bright.
[This kid has already learned it. If you don't believe me, go away and see.]
Her tone was lively, and she must be the young fairy who had just entered the live broadcast room a few days ago.
Qi Qing said: "... This can't be possible, what does he want?"
Do you want to be treated as a fool by yourself?
[What do you think? ]
Qi Qing walked up again, unconvinced: "Hold the sword, I will teach you again."
Then he spent the whole afternoon feeling guilty about his indiscretion.
It was a very simple sword-drawing movement, but Yue Ji just couldn't learn it, forcing him to teach him step by step.
The child didn't have enough strength, and perhaps because he was tired after practicing, he always liked to lean limply into his arms. After half a day, Qi Qing was tired like a dead fish, threw away the branch, and lay down as soon as he entered the house.
Is it Yue Ji or him who is causing this trouble?
【I'll just say he did it on purpose.】
【Agree.】
【Agree +1. 】
Qi Qing lay there in a daze for a while, ignoring the mocking comments. After a while, he gritted his teeth and snorted, "Don't expect me to get any better tomorrow."
If he could do it all over again, he would definitely act like a cold and ruthless adult and let Yue Ji know what compulsory education is.
The next day, at the hour of Mao.
It was supposed to be the time for Qi Qing to go to work in the spiritual medicine garden, but he got up calmly and raised his hand to suddenly pull back the warm quilt.
The cold air invaded, and the child on the couch suddenly woke up, rubbing his eyes and looking at him in confusion.
Qi Qing gave a friendly smile: "How can you sleep at your age? Hurry up and get up and practice sword fighting!"
Yue Ji widened his eyes slightly and looked at him for two seconds, but did not refute anything. He got up and changed his clothes silently.
"A day's plan begins in the morning. Before the sun comes out, run two laps around the yard to warm up."
Qi Qing opened his mouth and began to make arrangements: "After running, review the sword techniques I taught you yesterday, and then read the first chapter of "Spiritual Sword Technique". Prepare for half an hour on your own. I will check it later."
Fortunately, he worked as a tutor for a while in college, so he can now easily bring out the aura of a teacher.
"Why are you looking at me? There's nothing written on my face!"
Qi Qing stood at the door with his arms folded. When he saw the child start to run, he snorted and turned around to make breakfast.
Good news: Yue Ji is very malleable.
Bad news: Yue Ji is also very vengeful.
Yue Ji really swung the sword ten thousand times that day and fell asleep immediately at night because he was so tired. Qi Qing was feeling smug about having controlled this little thing, but he was woken up the next day while he was having a sweet dream before dawn.
"Master."
The child's outline was vague in the blue sky.
He pulled back a corner of the quilt and gently shook Qi Qing: "Master, it's time to watch me practice swordplay."
[It's time to watch others practice swordplay. ]
【The key to a day is in the morning.】
[How can you sleep at your age? ]
The barrage began to copy what Qi Qing had said. The young man climbed up wearing a mask of pain and told himself to endure.
I finally managed to hold on from sleepiness and watched Yue Ji finish practicing swinging the sword 10,000 times. When I was about to take a nap, the child grabbed my clothes again.
"Master." Yue Ji looked at him innocently: "I haven't checked the results of today's preview of "Spiritual Sword Art" yet."
Qi Qing yawned: "Let's not check it today, okay?"
"no."
The child shook his head: "Master said that if you want to succeed you can't be lazy."
"That's you..." Qi Qing took a deep breath and swallowed the rest of the words.
Forget it, I have to set a good example for my children.
With this in mind, the young man drank a cup of strong tea and said, "Come on, let me see how far you have prepared today."
He thought it would just be a short day of pain, but he didn't expect that Yue Ji seemed to have tasted the sweetness and called him to get up earlier and earlier every day.
By the fifth day, Qi Qingxi had two huge dark circles under his eyes.
"Tell me! What is your purpose in coming to Tiandu Sect?"
On the bed, the dishevelled young man had a blank expression on his face and spoke in a numb and calm tone.
Yue Ji took a half step back and whispered carefully: "...Master, have you ever seen the Tiandu Sect at midnight?"
"I haven't seen it, and I don't want to see it." Qi Chen lay back tiredly, closing his eyes to block Yue Ji's next words: "Okay, no more words, I died for my master, you should change someone else."
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