Chapter 12 Cultivation

In the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi, who had just finished the meeting, saw Chen Xin leaning on the pillar when he went out, so he quickly walked over and asked aloud.

"What's the matter, Uncle Jian? Is it Xiao Su's talent?"

Shaking his head, he immediately told Ning Fengzhi the content of the previous chapter.

"Rongrong wants to learn swordsmanship from you for Su Li's sake?" Ning Fengzhi rested his chin with one hand after listening to Chen Xin's narration, and kept analyzing whether it was good or bad in his mind.

"How about this, Uncle Jian, since Rongrong wants to learn, you can teach Rongrong some self-defense swordsmanship, but the main thing is to focus on Wuhun cultivation."

It's not that Ning Fengzhi despises sword cultivators, but there are relevant records in the ancient books of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School. How disciples cultivate, the ability to improve their strength is extremely limited. The reason is that auxiliary system soul masters cannot use soul skills for themselves, which means that a whole body of soul skills is useless to them. Artifacts under the blessing of soul skills can't last long on the soul.Of course, there is no other solution, it depends on whether you have a soul bone, and soul bones are hard to come by, so the sect also gave up the plan of improving one's strength through foreign objects.

Therefore, Ning Fengzhi didn't really suggest Ning Rongrong to practice swordsmanship in his heart, but when he thought that it was Ning Rongrong's initiative to ask, and it would indeed increase the possibility of escaping, Ning Fengzhi, who is a slave to his daughter, agreed .

"Well, just do as you said."

After finishing speaking, Chen Xin instantly disappeared before Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

After Chen Xin left, Ning Fengzhi murmured, rubbing his chin alone.

"It's said that female college students are not allowed to stay, so at such a young age, ah, let her go, anyway, Su Li is already the appointed suzerain of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School in the future."

. . . . . .

In the bamboo forest, an old man dressed in white and holding an iron sword suddenly appeared, and then threw the iron sword in his hand at Ning Rongrong.

Considering Ning Rongrong's height, the long sword is less than two feet long and weighs only 8 catties, which is already very heavy for Ning Rongrong who has always been under the pampering.

Looking at the iron sword pierced deeply into the ground, Ning Rongrong walked forward, wanting to pull it out vertically from the ground.

Su Li beside him did not choose to go up to help, but kept cheering him on in his heart.

In the end, after a lot of effort, Ning Rongrong finally pulled out the long sword from the ground. He wanted to lift it up, but found that he could not lift it up with his own strength, so he used his soul to lift it up. Although the strength was limited and difficult, he still lifted it up. After not holding on for long, the long sword fell to the ground again.

As the long sword fell to the ground, Chen Xin sighed silently, walked in front of a bamboo that was much more wrong than other bamboos, raised the knife and dropped it, and a bamboo sword was completed.

Holding the newly made bamboo sword, Chen Xin came to Rongrong and handed the bamboo sword to her.

Although he said he would not be merciful, after seeing it with his own eyes, he still couldn't bear it, not to mention that cultivation is just a little bit of improvement. If you can't even lift a sword, how can you talk about cultivation?

"You two, come with me."

After finishing speaking, Chen Xinbian walked towards the outskirts of the bamboo forest.

Looking at the iron sword on the ground and the bamboo sword in his hand, Ning Rongrong couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Me, I'm so useless, I can't even lift a sword, when will I be able to stand by Su Li's side like this.Thinking of this, the corners of Ning Rongrong's eyes were filled with mist, and tears like bean curds were about to come out.

"Rongrong, let's work together."

Patting Ning Rongrong's back lightly, Su Li comforted him.

"Su Li, do you think I'm useless?" Ning Rongrong asked slightly.

"Why do you think so, I can't do without Rongrong in the future, I still have to wait for you to give me soul skills."

"But I can't even hold a sword. If there are only the two of us, I will only distract you when facing an enemy stronger than you."

Hearing this, Su Li tapped Ning Rongrong's forehead lightly.

"Rongrong, you have to know that many people don't practice other weapons, because it takes time and effort and is not flattering. I am already very happy that Rongrong can practice swordsmanship for me. Rongrong, you have done a good job Now, don't belittle yourself too much, not everyone can lift an iron sword from the beginning, you have already done better than many people."

"But, me."

"Rongrong! Be confident. I am already very happy that you can ask me to practice swordsmanship. Although I want you to be a princess happily and carefree all the time, since it is your decision, I I will always support you and accompany you, the cultivation has just begun, let us work hard together!"

"Ok!"

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Ning Rongrong was a firm responder.

Smiling in relief, Su Li took Rongrong's little hand and led her to look for Chen Xin's figure.

. . . . . .

In a remote training ground of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the huge training ground was empty, and some training equipment was scattered here and there.

"Damn bitch! If Rongrong makes any mistakes, I, my old bone, will fight with you immediately!"

On the playground, two figures suddenly appeared, a skinny old man staring at the other angrily.

"Tell me, Ning Rongrong is an auxiliary soul master, what kind of swordsmanship will you practice with you! Why can't you be stronger in your attitude and refuse Rongrong directly?"

"Okay, old bone, this is Rongrong's own choice."

"I know it's Rongrong's own choice, but won't you refuse? Fengzhi is really good, why would he agree with Rongrong's choice? He loves Rongrong no worse than the two of us."

He kept listening to Gu Rong talking ironically to himself along the way, feeling a little angry in his heart, and finally couldn't bear to shout at Gu Rong angrily.

"What are you rampant? Old bone! I didn't say you, how long have we known each other? Do you think I don't want to refuse? If it wasn't for me."

Realizing that she couldn't speak out, Chen Xin immediately stopped speaking, and then said.

"I am the one who taught Rongrong, not someone else. Are you determined that I will hurt him? I'm talking about it. Later, when you see Rongrong's determination, see if you can refuse him!"

Hearing this, Gu Rong looked at Chen Xin with a strange face, and when he was about to say something, two figures appeared in their eyes.

"Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Bone, here we come."

Su Li took Ning Rongrong's little hand, walked into the training ground from one side, and greeted the two of them.

"Grandpa Bone."

Ning Rongrong at the side also greeted Gu Rong.

Hearing Ning Rongrong greeted him, instead of calling Chen Xin beside him, it was as if he had eaten honey in his heart, and the previous unhappiness disappeared instantly.

"It's Rongrong, hurry up and let Grandpa Gu have a look."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong obediently ran to Gu Rong's side.Su Li followed Ning Rongrong and came to Chen Xin.

"Grandpa Jian, I kept you waiting."

"Well, Xiao Su, are you ready?"

"Ready."

"That's it."

Feeling neglected, Rong Rong immediately raised her little hand and waved it quickly.

"And me, and me!"

Seeing this, Chen Xin smiled in relief.

"Then, your training begins now."

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