After Ji Yun took Xiaodie out, he hurriedly put on his clothes, washed himself, rubbed his still stiff face in the mirror, immediately put on a spring-like smile, and walked out of the room.
Ji Yun came to the hall and saw Ji Wumingzheng sitting at the dining table. There were two empty plates in front of him, but his share had not been touched. "Father, is there nothing going on in the city today?"
After saying that, he sat down, picked up a steamed bun and chewed it slowly.
"I heard that you were drunk yesterday, or did Meng Fei send you back?" Ji Wuming looked at Ji Yun and said. Ji Yun paused, as if nothing happened: "Yes, father." Ji Wuming sighed.
, stood up and said: "Come to me at the martial arts training ground after eating." After saying that, he turned around and walked out. Ji Yun paused his hand and speeded up to destroy the breakfast on the table.
Ji Yun came to the martial arts training ground and saw Ji Wuming standing in the middle of the martial arts training ground like a javelin. Ji Yun walked behind Ji Wuming and said respectfully: "Father, I'm here."
Ji Wuming turned around and stared at Ji Yun for a few seconds, then took out a book bound with gold thread: "This is the family's inherited martial arts "Guardian Sword Jue". You are different from your brother. He is used to using swords. First find an ordinary sword."
Yes, let’s practice first, and if you don’t understand anything, ask Uncle Fu.”
After saying that, he handed the book to Ji Yun and turned around to leave. Ji Yun looked at the book in his hand blankly, showed a smile, and muttered: "Father, are you throwing away garbage?" After saying that, he smiled and picked up the sword.
Jue carefully put it into the lapel of his clothes. He didn't know what Ji Wuming would think when he heard this. He returned to the room and looked at the cover of Sword Jue: "Guardian Sword Jue" Xuan-level intermediate martial arts.
Ji Yun looked at the cover of Jianjue and had a lot of questions in his mind: "Intermediate Xuan level? Is this how the levels of martial arts are divided?" He shook his head and couldn't wait to open the first page of Jianjue. He saw that it was full of content.
There were a few big characters written on it: "If you want to protect, you can only kill." With Ji Yun's determination, his eyes were dizzy, and he thought to himself: "This is the so-called protection? What the hell, first of all
Practice." I thought about it and continued to look behind me.
In the martial arts training ground, Ji Yun was holding a wooden sword and was practicing the so-called Guardian Sword Art. The wooden sword emitted this silver-white light, sometimes lifting it up, sometimes slashing it horizontally. After a while, Ji Yun was panting from exhaustion while holding his hand.
He squatted half-crouched in the middle of the martial arts training ground with his wooden sword, sweat dripping from his hair, breathing heavily, and thought in his mind: "This set of sword skills really consumes spiritual energy."
Thinking about it, the light on the wooden sword had disappeared. Without the protection of the real power, the wooden sword suddenly turned into a pile of sawdust. Ji Yun was caught off guard, and his handsome face came into close contact with the floor. A certain Wu was not far away.
The good old man was taking a peek. When he saw this scene, he suddenly smiled in his heart. When he almost laughed out loud, he quickly covered his mouth and looked around. He disappeared in a flash, leaving only dust all the way. After a while,
, a burst of wild laughter came from the distance~
Ji Yun got up from the ground and wiped the dust on his face with his sleeves. Hearing the wild laughter in the distance, he thought viciously: "Who is laughing so loudly? And they are laughing so ugly. Be careful of getting choked." Someone from the street.
In the corner, Uncle Fu was holding his stomach and laughing wildly, laughing so hard that tears flowed out. Suddenly his eyes widened and he said, "Cough cough, ah cough cough, cough cough cough~"
Ji Yun looked helplessly at a small pile of sawdust on the ground, took an ordinary iron sword from the side, waved it casually, and started to practice again... The days passed like this, and in the blink of an eye, Ji Yun was already fifteen
age.
During this period of time, Ji Yun just practiced kung fu and swordsmanship. Occasionally he went to stroll on the street and chatted with Meng Fei. The first time he went to see Meng Fei, he was actually bullied into submission again, and then
The next day, he got up from the bed and found that Xiaoling had been taking care of him all night (ahem, another one.). From then on, Ji Yun never dared to drink with Meng Fei again, and Ji Yun never dared to drink with Meng Fei.
His realm has reached the fifth level of Qi Gathering, and he is already very proficient in the Guardian Sword Art.
On the day when Ji Yun turned fifteen, Ji Wuming called Ji Yun to the room. Then Shen Shen secretly took out a sword from the closet and handed it to Ji Yun with a serious face. He said: "Xiaoyun, this is yours."
The Swift Wind Sword used by my wife and grandfather is indestructible and is an heirloom of our Ji family. You must keep it well."
Ji Yun looked at the Gale Sword in his hand with a lot of emotion. His thoughts drifted back to the day when he was five years old. His father took out a jade pendant and said solemnly: "Xiaoyun, this jade pendant was passed down from your grandmother."
It's very valuable, it's an heirloom of our Ji family, you must keep it well."
I drifted back to the day when I was six years old. My father took out a Tickle and said with unusual rigor: "Xiaoyun, this Tickle was passed down from your grandfather. It is of great significance. It is an heirloom of our Ji family.
You must keep this treasure well."
His thoughts drifted back to the day when he was seven years old... Ji Yun's thoughts drifted back, staring at the Gale Sword, and thought in his heart: "Oh, I don't know how many heirlooms our Ji family has!" He sighed helplessly in his heart, and paid Ji Wuming a respectful compliment.
After saying: "Thank you, father, the child will be kept well." Ji Wuming nodded: "Okay, you can go back first."
Ji Wuming watched Ji Yun leave, and his thoughts drifted back to when he was five years old. His father took out a marble and said with a heavy face...
Ji Yun returned to his room, looked at the Gale Sword in his hand strangely, and thought in his mind: "It must not be made of wood." He thought about it and pulled the sword out of its scabbard, "Kill..." Ji Yun's eyes suddenly brightened,
The Swift Wind Sword was still making a "buzzing" sound. Ji Yun stared at the blade of the Swift Wind Sword. The whole body of the silver-white sword was shining with dazzling light. Ji Yun exclaimed in his heart: "What a good thing!"
Then he put the sword back into its scabbard, carefully put the sword into the closet, sat cross-legged on the bed and started practicing.
The next day, Ji Yun finished breakfast and was about to get up, "Xiaoyun, wait a minute." Ji Wuming said.
"Father, is there anything else you can do?" Ji Yun's heart skipped a beat, then turned around and returned with a smile.
"Xiaoyun, tomorrow you go to the Imperial Capital Shenwu Academy to study. There is another letter here. When you arrive in the Imperial Capital, help me deliver the letter to His Majesty. If you take this token, the people in the palace will naturally let you in.
." After saying that, he took out a letter and a golden token from his arms. Ji Yun still smiled, took the token and letter from Ji Wuming's hand, and said: "I know, father, I will go first.
Out." After saying that, he turned around and walked out, leaving behind Ji Wuming who was still sighing to himself.