Time flies, and unknowingly, it has been two years since Qin Wushuang returned to Donglin Town. His age in this life is also fifteen years old. In one and a half years, the martial arts test is about to come, and the family
The essay review is coming, and all the small and big exams will follow.
The martial arts test is no longer worth mentioning to Qin Wushuang. What he wants to think about the most is the "family review" held every twenty years.
Given the current situation of the Qin Clan with declining numbers and weak strength, there will definitely be fewer forces eyeing their Qin Clan, a poor family.
However, the Qin family used to be a wealthy family, and the property they left behind was huge, making even the wealthy families jealous. It would be strange if people didn't care about such a big piece of fat.
He decided to add some training items to himself. There was still a year and a half left, so time was tight.
After lunch that day, Qin Wushuang went to his backyard, set up a large iron pot, put dry firewood underneath and started burning it. Then he ran to the Qin family's oil press, carrying two large barrels of oil and setting them aside.
Holding a copper coin with a hole in the middle in one hand, holding a spoon in the other hand to scoop out the oil, pouring it through the small hole, and flowing into the large pot below.
"Qin Wushuang, what are you doing?" Qin Lianshan was puzzled.
"Practice!" Qin Wushuang replied subconsciously without being distracted.
Qin Lianshan was stunned for a moment, and then he understood. Looking at his son's skill in pouring oil with one hand and holding coins with the other, it seemed superficial at first glance. Only after a closer look did he realize the depth of his knowledge.
With this tiny coin hole, it is a big test for your eyesight, hand strength and endurance to let the oil pour down without dripping next to it.
People who have practiced martial arts may think that there is no problem in pouring for a minute or two. But these two large barrels of oil need to fill a large pot. Look at the small holes in the copper coins. Without them, it is impossible to pour them all in an hour!
The key thing is that there is firewood burning down there, so close, the high temperature alone is enough to drink a pot.
Qin Lianshan had never heard of such a multi-purpose practice method, let alone seen it before!
One minute, two minutes, quarter of an hour...
Soon, two quarters of an hour passed. Qin Lianshan showed a happy smile.
He watched all this intently and found that his son had persisted for such a long time without even blinking his eyes or shaking his hands. Spoonful after spoonful of oil passed through the coin hole and dripped into the pan.
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As a master of the True Martial Realm, Qin Lianshan is not 100% sure of achieving this kind of determination.
At this moment, Qin Wushuang's hands holding the copper coin moved slightly. The coin's hole was slightly tilted, and the oil dripped onto the copper coin.
"Hey!" Qin Wushuang sighed with some regret and threw the copper coins into the hot oil pan, "It's only about two-quarters of an hour, right?"
This method of practicing Qin Wushuang was a must-do subject every day before he was twenty years old in his previous life. At the highest level, he could persist for three hours - six hours!
"Good boy, who taught you this skill?" Qin Lianshan walked over happily.
Qin Wushuang poured all the remaining oil into the pot and kept adding dry firewood: "I was dreaming at night. An old man taught me this, haha."
Qin Lianshan was used to his son joking with him, so he didn't take it seriously and asked, "Why are you adding more firewood in there?"
"Practice!" Qin Wushuang said, the oil was already hot and bubbling. He touched several copper coins of the same type from his arms, but one of them was slightly darker in color.
The monkey arms relaxed and threw them all into the pot.
"Hey, father, given you ten breaths of time, can you fish out the darker copper coin from it?" Qin Wushuang asked with a smile.
"It's not difficult!" Qin Lianshan rolled up his sleeves, walked over and poked his head to see where the dark copper coin was. But the hot oil was foaming white, so how could he see where it was?
"Remember, you only have one chance!" Qin Wushuang said with a smile.
Qin Lianshan shook his head helplessly: "I'm afraid I'm not sure about being a father!"
"Father is not as attentive as I am." Qin Wushuang sighed, "When the copper coins fell into the pot, you didn't listen to the direction in which they fell into the pot, and you didn't pay attention to the direction in which they floated. Of course you couldn't tell where it was. Look at me!"
He used one hand to explore and pinched it with two fingers, and picked out a copper coin from the hot oil pan. It was clearly the dark-colored copper coin.
Qin Lianshan was stunned and couldn't help but raised his palms and praised: "Okay! Qin Wushuang, as a father, you have been practicing extremely hard and diligently in the past two years since you came home. Now it seems that the results are remarkable. What are your ambitions for the martial arts test in the next year?"
"What ambitions does father have for me?" Qin Wushuang asked with a smile.
"Haha, my father's expectation for you is to maintain the sixth level and strive for the seventh level. Work hard to enter the top grade. If you can enter the top grade in the martial arts test, your future achievements will definitely be higher than those of my father." Qin Lianshan himself is a real martial artist. I am in a certain stage of life, so I really hope that my son will achieve more than me in the future.
"A top-grade martial arts boy?" Qin Wushuang smiled. The goal his father set for himself could only be considered above average.
This goal is definitely a piece of cake for Qin Wushuang at this stage. Of course, he doesn't want to expose all his strength before the real battle starts. It will undoubtedly be an unwise move to cause trouble for himself.
It is never a good thing for a child from a poor family to be too eye-catching, especially now that countless pairs of eyes are staring at the big fat member of the Qin family.
Qin Wushuang understands that good steel should be used on the blade.
The so-called "Martial Boy Test" is actually a general test for martial arts boys before they reach the adult stage of sixteen years old. It can be said to be the first important test in a warrior's life. It is complex in content and very important in nature.
The result of the martial arts test almost determines the martial artist's lifelong training future.
Wutong is also divided into nine levels. The first to third levels are low-level; the fourth to sixth levels are middle-level; only the seventh to ninth levels above six levels are considered high-level.
Once rated as a top-grade martial arts boy, entering the martial arts realm can be said to be a matter of course. Most of the top-grade martial arts boys will eventually reach at least the fourth level of the true martial arts realm.
Qin Lianshan set the goal of "top grade" for his son. In fact, he had already considered his son's recent monster-like changes.
Otherwise, for a young man from a poor family to achieve the level of a "high-grade martial arts boy" would be almost a dream.
Generally speaking, top-grade martial arts boys only belong to the children of those powerful families. They can only be achieved by receiving special supplements in various ways from birth and with the guidance of a master.
However, given the current conditions of the Qin family, it is impossible to afford a master, and it is basically impossible to obtain powerful elixirs.
When it comes to the Qin family, there are also some martial arts canons inherited by the family. After all, the ancestors were once wealthy and had some higher-level martial arts canons. However, most of those martial arts canons have been lost due to a special reason, and a few have been passed down. Qin Lianshan is trapped in He has a talent but cannot cultivate it. So he really hopes that his son can use it in the future.
With the support of his father, this method of practicing martial arts with oil provided the conditions for its implementation. From then on, day after day, it became a compulsory subject for Qin Wushuang after lunch every day.
His crazy behavior made Uncle Shui, a loyal member of the Qin family, the person in charge of the oil mill, very angry. He felt that this was a waste of oil. He went to Qin Lianshan several times to guarantee that he would never take advantage of his employer's oil. The oil mill produced less than that every month.
Too much oil was taken away by the young master's family.
Naturally, Qin Lianshan would not care about this with his subordinates, and said with a smile: "Uncle Shui, you have been with my Qin family for decades. Let me tell you this personally. Don't I still understand your loyalty? Work with peace of mind, and I will give you a monthly salary.
Add 30%. I know your grandson is not young anymore. He is almost old enough to make money, right?"
Uncle Shui was grateful and went out with a lot of gratitude. He kept saying all the way that he was really lucky to have such an employer. He hoped that God would bless the Qin family's luck and pass it on from generation to generation.
Qin Wushuang used such a weird method to practice martial arts, but his own family had nothing to do with it. When it spread to the outside world, the flavor completely changed. Some people inevitably ridiculed him, saying that the Qin family had a prodigal son who wasted dozens of kilograms of good oil a day.
This matter spread to ten people and hundreds of people. In less than half a month, it reached Luojiang County.
Qin Wushuang laughed at the rumors from the outside world and didn't take it to heart at all. He still completed the homework he had set every day without hesitation.
As his cultivation continued to progress and he continued to integrate into the world, his anticipation for the "family review" in more than a year's time also increased.
That will be his first battle to reach the pinnacle of martial arts in this life, and there is absolutely no room for failure.