When the weather was falling, Zhao Qingyang continued to taste the delicious food made by the little girl. Although it was just some ordinary meals, the little girl could make a special taste, which made people feel salivation.

Although they are all the same ingredients, it seems to add a taste to Zhao Xier.

What is it? Zhao Qingyang didn't know, and even once suspected that the little girl had some special seasonings, but everything was Zhao Qingyang's own guess. There was no seasoning, and it was just handmade.

"Where is this sword, you need to learn from the most basic skills and the most basic moves. You need not only to learn, but also to master it. Only the foundation is extremely solid. In this way, no matter how gorgeous the sword moves are, there will be no obstacles." Zhao Qingyang said on his own, as if he was telling Zhao Xier, or for himself.

"The key to one sword is to persist. I think any gorgeous sword move is not as good as this sword move. Because it is the foundation, many people ignore it."

"If you ignore the foundation and just pursue those things in a blind way, it is a bit over the horse. They don't understand the sword at all."

"If kendo is compared to cooking, it is like simmering slowly on a low heat. Only when such dishes are made can they be bright in color and have fragrance on their lips and teeth."

"I think, kendo should work hard to study and polish."

In the sunset, drinking sweet tea cup by cup, lying on the side of the stone, guiding the little guy into the country, is also quite interesting.

Life should not be a boring practice of swordsmanship. When you become numb when practicing swordsmanship, you seem to have forgotten time. Now this is what you call enjoying life.

In the blue sky, the sunset was accompanied by a few fiery red clouds, falling towards the west, and the orange-red light shot in, making people's shadows grow old. In the courtyard, a few scattered green and crisp bamboos were beside a petite figure looking at the mural, trying hard to figure out the moves.

The body is thin and upright, like a green bamboo beside it, hard, green, upright, tenacious and proud.

As for the other side, there was another figure. On the white fingers, there was a small wine glass. It was not real wine, but just a cup of tea, and I kept saying something from dawn to darkness, as if I hadn't stopped at all.

Maybe people have been lonely for a long time and talk a little more.

No matter whether the little girl can understand her, she is still the object of congratulations.

But this does not prevent Zhao Qingyang from transcending the worldly temperament in the setting sun.

It is quiet and quiet, not stained with dust, and does not attract dust. It just sits there quietly, but it looks like an unparalleled painter, drawing a peerless immortal scroll. If it weren't for the unlucky clouds, someone would definitely think that this is a peerless posture that can be transformed into an immortal at any time.

"Miss."

A sound came from outside the door, which made both of them look out the door.

It seems that I haven't heard this title for a long time. The sword technique in Zhao Xier's hand is still shaking. After the sound came again, Zhao Xier paused for a moment before stopping the movement in her hand.

"The head of the family said that it will be a spiritual root test tomorrow morning. The head of the family hopes that the lady can be present."

He was a 28-year-old girl, who should be a maid, and her appearance was pretty good. He should not be a special person to convey messages to the family, but rather like the head of the family’s own servant. If Zhao Xier is invited to go, it should be just the head of the family’s own thoughts.

Zhao Xier nodded and said, "I understand. Go and report to my uncle. I will go tomorrow."

He was originally a transparent person, but now he has reached the second level of bodybuilding. Someone asked her to take the spiritual root test. Thinking about it, he was transparent enough.

"Okay." The maid nodded and bowed, "Then I'll go back and report to the head of the family first."

When he turned around, he looked at the side inadvertently.

The white shirts fluttered, the black hair was like a waterfall, and they were gathered together casually, their faces were like jade, and the stars seemed to flash in their eyes, like flowers in spring morning.

After this glance, I never took my eyes back.

He opened his mouth wide and stood there for a long time. The expression on his face went from surprise to shock, to shyness, and then to a tide.

Finally, I fainted with happiness.

Zhao Qingyang, “…”

Zhao Xier, “…”

"You go and carry her out." Zhao Qingyang gently brushed his sleeves and said.

It's just a matter of negative reviews and no such thing as a hit.

As for Zhao Xier, she looked helpless.

My own teacher is really...it's a disaster to the country and the people!

After carrying the maid out and throwing it at the door, Zhao Xier walked back.

"Why."

First, Zhao Qingyang sighed softly, and Zhao Xier handed her a cup of tea. Zhao Xier reached out to take it and drank it. She was really tired, her face turned pale, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down.

"I have started practicing, so why are there any spiritual roots?" Sitting aside, the little girl said helplessly, "But if the invitation from the head and uncle of the family is a little unreasonable."

Zhao Qingyang gently placed the teacup beside his mouth, "You don't know what your spiritual root is, how to practice. Now the physical training level is not bad. When it comes to the Qi Refining Stage, it is a real entry and has entered the immortal realm. If you want to go to a higher level, the right technique is still very important."

"Okay, then I'll try it tomorrow." Zhao Xier could only nodded. For her, practicing that sword move was a top priority that was much more important than the spiritual root test.

But this is a silly move, and you can't leave, after all, you may have to use it in the future.

"Teacher, what kind of spiritual root are you?" Zhao Xier asked for no reason after putting down the teacup.

Zhao Qingyang shook his head, "I seem to... have no spiritual roots."

This is really not that Zhao Qingyang lied to her, it is that there is really no spiritual root. If you are practicing swords, you don’t have to use spiritual roots to control the sword.

Looking at the little guy's expression of disbelief, Zhao Qingyang couldn't help but say, "I'll go with you tomorrow, you can give it a try."

Zhao Qingyang was really a little curious about what his spiritual root was. After all, he really had no realm of cultivation. He had indeed been in the cultivation world for a while, and it was so old that it was unverified.

But at that time, I just went out for a walk, and with the support of the system, and did not get too much contact with cultivation, and I almost lost my body.

In addition, after choosing the appearance, the cultivation level disappeared along with the system. It was considered as leaving the house with nothing but insights and nothing else, everything needs to start over.
Chapter completed!