In the blink of an eye, another dozen days passed, during which nothing special happened. It was just that Suo Hu from Shenwu Hall sent the invitation to the year-end competition meeting to the Zhao family, and repeatedly invited Mo Xiezi to visit Shenwu Hall. Mo Xiezi promised to attend.
We will go to the Shenwu Hall to meet you at the tournament.
Zhao Jin has been hiding in Mo Xiezi's courtyard to practice. His fighting spirit has been cultivated very quickly. During this time, he has been promoted to the fifth level of the War Sect. In the last competition between Jiang Ling and Han Anguo, he saw clearly that the current
His strength is still very fragile. At this moment, Zhao Jin is holding a giant hammer in each hand, and he is dancing back and forth with his bare arms, beating the weapons in front of him.
This is what Mo Xiezi requested, which is to train Zhao Jin's physical fitness. A good warrior must have a strong physique, so that he can bear more fighting spirit. Only by constantly pursuing the limit can he train to be strong.
. Zhao She trained the Zhao family army that was so powerful in the north in this way, and Mo Xiezi just improved it and used it on Zhao Jin.
The two hammers each weighed about 500 kilograms and were about one meter long. At first, Mo Xiezi asked Zhao Jin to use the hammers and hammers about 500 times a day, and then increase the number of times. Zhao Jin disagreed.
I feel that my cultivation level is already that of a war sect, and with the assistance of fighting spirit, these 500 times should be easy.
But the facts once again told him that he was wrong, and that he was wrong. Zhao Jin found that every time he swung the hammer, his fighting spirit was temporarily repulsed, making him unable to use it at all. Without the assistance of fighting spirit
, Zhao Jin's own strength was limited. After only a dozen rounds, his arms already felt swollen and numb.
At this time, Mo Xiezi told him: "This hammer is made of a special iron stone. This iron stone can temporarily crowd out the fighting spirit in the human body. So when people want to use the fighting spirit, the fighting spirit will have a certain effect.
I can’t tell you, if you are a master, will it be so easy for you to play with hammers? Boy, don’t underestimate the inconspicuous things, sometimes they can be used in ways you can’t imagine.”
Zhao Jin remembered Mo Xiezi's words and took seriously every training that Mo Xiezi told him. He is not afraid of suffering. In his previous life, he was an assassin who grew up from the bitterness of blood and tears. Now, he has become a member of the Zhao family.
If you want to protect your family, you need strong strength, and the best source of strength is to constantly hone yourself.
Zhao Jin not only insisted on completing the training tasks assigned by Mo Xiezi every day, but also increased his own training. Zhao Jin found some gold, stone and iron, cast them into strips, and tied them around his waist, legs and hands.
Okay. This thing is very light, so it’s really good to use it to train yourself.
Zhao Jin did this before without letting Mo Xiezi know about it. He exhausted himself like a dead dog every day, squeezing his potential to the extreme. In the end, Zhao She discovered it when Zhao Jin was asleep and thought that Mo Xiezi had stipulated that this was done.
, heartbroken, he went to Mo Xiezi to settle the score. As a result, Mo Xiezi was also shocked. He didn't expect Zhao Jin to be so cruel to him, because the amount of training he set for Zhao Jin was the limit, and he didn't expect that Zhao Jin would increase the amount for himself.
The two old people felt distressed and relieved. They could see that Zhao Jin was working hard, and could even be said to be cruel to him. They could also guess the reason. Zhao Jin loved this family and everything he loved.
Others. He wants to become stronger. He wants to take over from his grandfather Zhao She to carry the family. Who wouldn’t love such a child in his hands?
Mo Xiezi did not stop Zhao Jin and continued to train as usual. Zhao She did not tell the truth, but doubled the amount of supplements given to Zhao Jin. Since Zhao Jin wanted to become stronger, Zhao She used the family's resources to support him. Zhao Jin worked hard.
Jiang Ling was also inspired. Jiang Ling had personally competed with Han Anguo, and now he is also very interested in practicing.
The two teenagers continued to practice, compete, take supplements, and practice every day. Day after day, although it was very boring, the effect of their improvement was also very obvious. Zhao Jin found that his path of practice should be attack, and he was extremely powerful with the Black Phoenix
With his fighting spirit, combined with his moves from his previous life, he completely defeated his opponent in a short period of time. Because of Zhao Jin's special status now, his wide-open and wide-open moves are not suitable for him. He is quick and difficult to defend, so the powerful and powerful killing moves are suitable for him.
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Jiang Ling's path of cultivation is control, using ice battle energy to control the opponent's actions and make them move at his own pace. In this way, he can both kill the enemy and cooperate with Zhao Jin's attacks, killing two birds with one stone.
Mo Xiezi was very happy to know that the two children had figured out their own path of cultivation. Only you know what is best for you on the path of cultivation. Only when you have a clear goal can you have the motivation to continue practicing. Some people don't get what they want after practicing.
, because they have no clear goals and practice blindly.
On this day, Zhao Jin and Jiang Ling were lying in the bathtub respectively, with a white bath towel on their heads, enjoying the comfortable feeling that the medicinal bath brought to them.
"Jiang Ling, why are there so many golden chrysanthemums in the yard? Is something wrong?" Zhao Jin asked with his eyes closed. Today when he came in, he saw Xia Lu and Dong Xue instructing people to move the golden chrysanthemums, and the whole yard turned yellow.
a piece of.
"Master, you have forgotten that the Golden Autumn Festival will be in two days. Every household must place golden chrysanthemums in preparation for ancestor worship." Jiang Ling also answered with his eyes closed.
"Oh." Zhao Jin then recalled that he once said in a book that the Golden Autumn Festival is a custom in this continent. Golden chrysanthemums are used to worship ancestors. At the same time, no fire can be made that day, and cold food must be eaten throughout the day.
"Master, you have to go into the Zhao family ancestral hall to worship your parents that day, so you have to be prepared." Jiang Ling reminded with half-squinted eyes that on the day of the Golden Autumn Festival, they would all enter the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors and martyrs.
"Yes. I understand." Zhao Jin replied without any expression, and Jiang Ling didn't say anything when he saw it. In fact, Zhao Jin still felt a little distressed, maybe it had something to do with the original owner. He had not had the love and guidance of his parents since he was a child, so he could only
In the cold ancestral hall, I looked at the two familiar and unfamiliar spiritual tablets.
Parents? I hope you will protect my cheap son and grandparents. Zhao Jin prayed. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Ling who was asleep beside him. Jiang Ling has been practicing very hard during this period.
.Zhao Jin thought of this, and suddenly the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"Jiangling, get up. We're going out." Zhao Jin suddenly shouted.
"Oh." Jiang Ling stood up in a daze, and climbed out of the bathtub naked and with great effort.
"Xia Lu, Dong Xue, bring in my young master's clothes." Zhao Jin shouted quickly. Xia Lu and Dong Xue always put their clothes on the hangers at the door, and this time was no exception. The result
, Dongxue said as she pushed the door open and came in: "Master, the eldest lady asked you... Jiangling, you? Ah!"
Xia Lu from behind heard her sister's shouting and ran in to check, only to see Jiang Ling turning his back to them and pointing his white butt towards them. Xia Lu also screamed.
Zhao Jin covered his ears and buried his head in the water.