She doesn't want to pretend anymore

But ever since Yan Zhan got into accidents twice in succession, the old man knew that he should let his granddaughter have the ability to protect herself.

If she can learn it, that's great. If she can't, the worst that can happen is that we can train more people to protect her in the future.

Of course, Mr. Yan would never say that he felt a little regretful.

What Ah Zhan did for Guo Jia was obviously dangerous.

Otherwise there wouldn't be many attacks.

With his status, is he really suitable to be with his granddaughter?

Can he afford to give his granddaughter a stable life?

"Manman, don't be so stubborn. If you don't like it, don't learn it."

As he spoke, he saw Manshu looking through the records of the ancient books on the exercises, and added: "It's okay if I can't understand it. I feel my eyes are sore after reading for a while."

"It was fine when I was young, but now I'm old it's not good at all."

Manshu didn't hear what the old man said at all, because when she was reading the book, she had entered a mysterious world.

Those words automatically turned into symbols, then magnified into patterns, floating in front of her eyes.

Each little person, from meditation to every step of cultivation, was displayed in front of her.

Manshu understood instantly that this cultivation method was recorded by this ancestor using his witchcraft power.

Only the descendants who can also feel the existence of witchcraft can understand it.

As for how much one can understand, it also depends on one's own talent and the degree to which the seal has been unlocked.

Manshu followed the little man in the picture and tried to mobilize the magic power in his body to get in touch with the elements between heaven and earth.

Then after circulating it for one week, I felt refreshed.

She opened her eyes, only to see the old man staring at her anxiously.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"Do you know what time it is now?" Yan Zhentian's eyes turned red with anxiety.

He shouldn't have let his granddaughter read this crappy ancient book.

They entered the study at ten o'clock, and now it was almost dawn.

Manshu obviously didn't expect that time would pass so quickly while he was practicing.

But she hasn't completely lifted the seal yet, so her practice is still very slow.

Apart from relieving the fatigue from transferring magic power to Yan Zhan these days, there seemed to be no major changes in his body.

Manshu was mumbling that there was no change, but he heard the old man say, "What do you mean there was no change? Your body has gone bad."

If the old man wasn't hiding a secret and didn't want anyone to know, he would have gone out to ask the nanny to come in and change the little girl's clothes.

"What the hell is going on? You're sitting here like you're in a trance. I can't wake you up no matter how hard I try. You're even starting to sweat."

The color of the sweat was black and gray, and if you didn't know, you would think his granddaughter was very dirty.

"I may be the chosen one our ancestors talked about."

Manshu got the method of cultivation and was in a good mood. He even teased his grandfather.

The old man glared at her and said, "What do you mean by 'chosen one'? What on earth are you...wait, are you saying that you understood the cultivation method left by our ancestors and were practicing it just now?"

"What will happen after practicing this Kung Fu? Can you fly over eaves and walk on walls? Will there be internal strength, like in TV?"

The old man is really curious.

Manshu looked at him speechlessly: "I just started trying it, and I don't know what the effect will be, but now it seems that the stench on my body should be equivalent to cleaning the impurities in my body. Grandpa, aren't you sleepy?"

Can the old man survive staying with her for a whole night?

"We have a little genius in our family. Do you think I should be sleepy?"

"What on earth are you... Never mind, I won't ask anymore. You are lucky to be the first person to inherit the bloodline talent after so many generations. I am beginning to believe that our ancestors are really of great descent."