Rebirth of the Son-in-Law

Zhao Abao closed his eyes and silently digested the things in the sea of ​​consciousness. He felt that these words were very strange, but with a deadly sense of familiarity.Inexplicably, he knew how to practice after seeing these words.

Zhao Abao tried to turn the spiritual power in his body around, and found that it was abnormally smooth. "Husband, is this the skill practiced by the gods?"

He Rufeng looked into Zhao Abao's shining eyes, thought for a while, and the two of them signed the Taoist oath, and patiently explained, "This is just the practice of the cultivator. If a cultivator wants to live forever, he must practice step by step, against the sky. Okay. And you are Jinlingen, a natural swordsman. Starting tomorrow, I will teach you how to practice the sword. Well, it’s getting late, let’s go back!”

"Okay, but my husband, is Xiaoxin also practicing?"

"Xiaoxin doesn't have spiritual roots, so she can't practice." He Rufeng was startled, and then said calmly.

"Then what about my father and mother? Don't they have spiritual roots?" Father Zhao asked disappointedly.

"Cultivation requires spiritual roots, and my father and mother are old, and the roots have already solidified. Even with spiritual roots, it is difficult to attract qi into the body."

"Can't you practice?" Zhao Abao asked disappointedly.

He Rufeng looked at Zhao Abao's lost eyes, and said coldly, "Abao, it's not all smooth sailing for a cultivator. My father and mother are getting old. This village is peaceful and quiet, and it is most suitable for my father and mother to retire. , go back quickly. Otherwise, they will be worried again if they are discovered by my father and mother."

Zhao Abao lowered his head after hearing this, and followed He Rufeng.

When He Rufeng saw this, he didn't want to care about it, but he still couldn't help but said, "A Bao, at least I will always be with you. And there are many life-extending pills in the cultivation world. We can find them for my father and mother. Do you think it's okay?" .”

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The next day, Zhao Abao followed He Rufeng to teach the children to read in the morning, and accompanied He Rufeng to copy books in the afternoon.After so many days, Zhao Abao has almost learned the basic characters, and today he can learn to read faster than before.

He has been imitating He Rufeng's handwriting since he was literate. Today, for some reason, it seems that he has opened up the two veins of Ren and Tong, and he can copy books by imitating He Rufeng.Although it is much slower than He Rufeng, the progress is still gratifying.So He Rufeng finished copying the book earlier than before.Seeing nothing to do, He Rufeng took Zhao Abao to the back mountain again, and broke two tree branches.Handed Zhao Abao a stick, "I will teach you the basics of kendo today. The basics of kendo are divided into splitting, stabbing, chopping, wiping, etc. Today I will teach you the word splitting." After speaking, he waved the branch and split it forward.Zhao Abao saw that He Rufeng didn't use much force, but the branch seemed like a weight.I was fascinated for a while, and I also learned to wave it.

He Rufeng saw Zhao Abao's extraordinary comprehension, so he said, "Swing the sword 34 times. Don't use your spiritual power." Before Zhao Abao could answer, He Rufeng walked not far away, broke off a thick branch and flew up to the wide branch next to him, crossing his legs Sit down, and carefully make the wooden sword.At this time, Zhao Abao had slashed [-] swords. When Zhao Abao just slashed, the way of the sword was still slightly different from that of He Rufeng. Gradually, there were subtle changes every time he slashed. Gradually, Zhao Abao's posture of swinging the sword was exactly the same as that of He Rufeng. .

He Rufeng saw that Zhao Abao had already started, so he only left a wisp of divine sense on Zhao Abao and started to make swords with all his heart.

After a while, the stick-shaped branches became flattened, with sharp ends, and a rough sword was born in He Rufeng's hands.The wooden sword was twirling in He Rufeng's hand, while Zhao Abao had already swung it more than 1000 times.

But here Zhao Abao doesn't feel very good.At the beginning of swinging the sword, even though it was simple and boring, Zhao Abao didn't feel any pain with He Rufeng by his side.But slowly, every time it popped out, the arm didn't seem to be his own. The monk practiced with all the meridians, and there was always spiritual energy to relieve the pain.But Zhao Abao is still just practicing, and he still belongs to the mortal body. Even if He Rufeng slashes his sword ten thousand times, he may not persevere.

So when He Rufeng looked at Zhao Abao's face turning pale, he still swung his sword instinctively, and he didn't miss a single strike.He is distressed and proud.