Sheng Qingyang stood at the entrance, watching silently for a while. Although he felt very reluctant, he still called out, "Xiaoxiu!"
With a flick of her sleeve, she instantly froze the frolicking little figure.
Zhao Xiaoxiu stiffly turned her head and saw Sheng Qingyang standing at the entrance of the territory, smiling and waving at her.
"May I come in?" she asked loudly. She was asking Zhao Gang, who was inside the house.
There was no reply coming out, which meant either a denial or a confirmation. In a good mood, Sheng Qingyang strode towards the cub.
"Sister Sheng." Zhao Xiaoxiu looked at the big bag on Sheng Qingyang's back, and she was actually a little expectant.
"You can't call me 'Sister Sheng' anymore." Sheng Qingyang beckoned the little guy over and earnestly corrected him, "From now on, you have to call me 'Master,' understand?"
"Come on, before we officially begin, let's have a simple apprenticeship ceremony." Sheng Qingyang picked up the little red-hatted boy in front of him and walked into the hall.
She had lived in this place for half a month and was quite familiar with it.
He greeted Zhao Gang in the tool shed, borrowed a table from his house, and took out the prepared props from his backpack.
A photograph, a jade plaque, and two sets of knives were neatly arranged on the table.
Unable to find incense and candles, Sheng Qingyang used three vials of nutrient solution instead, placing them in front of the photograph.
Unable to resist his curiosity, Zhao Gang went out of the tool shed to take a look.
Sheng Qingyang led Zhao Xiaoxiu to the table and proudly introduced her, "The person in this photo is my maternal grandmother. She is the 89th generation successor of the Sheng family's sword technique and also the last head of the family."
“My mother practiced knife skills with her mother since she was a child, but she did not inherit the family business after she grew up. Instead, she went to police academy and eventually became a police officer. She died a glorious death.”
"Fortunately, I inherited my mother's talent for swordsmanship and received training from my grandmother from a young age. This is a unique skill of the Sheng family, so it has not been lost."
"So strictly speaking, I, Sheng Qingyang, am the last inheritor of the Sheng family's sword technique."
Having said that, I can't help but feel a little down.
But when he looked down at Zhao Xiaoxiu, who was standing in front of him with curious eyes, Sheng Qingyang laughed again.
She patted the little girl on the shoulder and solemnly said to her, "Now, I am going to pass on the Sheng family sword technique to you, Zhao Xiaoxiu. Are you willing to follow me and pass on this unique skill?"
Zhao Xiaoxiu looked at the photo on the table, then back at her father who was beaming with pride. She took a deep breath and nodded seriously and firmly: "I do."
"Good!" Sheng Qingyang smiled with satisfaction and handed one of the two sets of knives on the table to Zhao Xiaoxiu.
"This is a set of scaled-down practice knives that my grandmother specially made for me when I was a child. Now I'm giving it to you in the hope that it will be helpful for your training in the future."
"You can open it and take a look, and choose one as your current weapon."
Seeing the large roll of knives handed over by her master, Zhao Xiaoxiu was already excited.
These are all the real thing!
She took it with both hands; it was so heavy she almost couldn't support it.
Fortunately, I'm strong enough to hold it in my arms, but I can only unfold it when I put it on a low table.
At Sheng Qingyang's prompting, Zhao Xiaoxiu opened the knife case, revealing nine gleaming silver knives that reflected light so brightly they almost blinded her.
Zhao Xiaoxiu squinted her eyes slightly to adjust for a while before starting to choose the knife she wanted, with Sheng Qingyang's patient explanation.
Knives are divided into three types: long, medium, and short. Among the medium and short types, there are two types: single-handed knives and double-handed knives.
Because all the long knives were lost during the escape from the cataclysm, the knife bag now only contains medium and short knives.
Among the various types of weapons, there are the Anti-Japanese War broadsword, the ox-tail sword, the Miao sword, the broadsword, and the double sword.
Among the short weapons, there are butterfly blades, bayonets, cleavers, and scimitars.
Sheng Qingyang knew that Zhao Xiaoxiu was very strong, so he recommended that she try a medium-sized broadsword.
Zhao Xiaoxiu's eyes were glued to the butterfly double blades, unable to look away. She couldn't hear anything else; only one voice was saying in her ears: This is it!
Zhao Xiaoxiu glanced at her master, and seeing that she didn't react in any particular way, she tentatively reached out her little hand towards the pair of butterfly blades.
These scaled-down knives are just the right size for a child's hand; Zhao Xiaoxiu can easily hold them in her hand with a gentle squeeze.
She gripped the two butterfly knives tightly in her hands, then loosened her grip slightly, took a deep breath, and picked up the knives.
The moment she held it, she felt its weight; it was heavier than Zhao Xiaoxiu had imagined, but she liked the weight.
"Master," Zhao Xiaoxiu said expectantly, clutching two butterfly knives, "I want to learn this first."
Sheng Qingyang raised an eyebrow in surprise; the butterfly knife only sounded nice.
Actually, the butterfly knife is also called the Eight-Cut Knife or the Clasping Knife. One blade is used to control the enemy's weapon, and the other blade is used to launch an attack when the opportunity arises, so it is not small.
The original knife is 48 centimeters long, and with the handle, it is more than half a meter long. The blade is wide and the back is thick. When used with both blades, the total weight exceeds that of a medium-length and wide knife.
Moreover, practicing with two swords is much more difficult than with one sword, and it puts a great strain on the practitioner's reaction speed.
Because it's difficult to control, beginners often accidentally injure themselves. It's generally not recommended as a practice weapon for beginners.
But since the statement about letting the children choose whatever they wanted had already been made, Sheng Qingyang could only offer a tactful reminder:
"Dual swords are not easy to master, do you want to reconsider?"
Zhao Xiaoxiu had long been attracted by the exquisite design of the pair of swords, and she also liked wide-bladed swords, which would definitely feel great to chop off the heads of mutated ghosts.
Without hesitation, he nodded and said, "Master, I've made up my mind, this is the one!"
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