But ever since Yan Zhan had two accidents, the old man knew that his granddaughter should be able to protect herself.
If she can learn it, that's great, but if she can't, the worst thing she can do is train more people to protect her in the future.
Of course, Mr. Yan would never say that he regretted it.
What A Zhan did for Guo Jia was dangerous at first sight.
Otherwise, you won’t encounter multiple attacks.
Is his status really suitable for being with his granddaughter?
Can he afford his granddaughter a stable life?
"Manman, don't be brave. If you don't like it, don't learn it."
As he said that, he saw Manshu looking through the records of the exercises in ancient books, and added: "Forget it if you can't understand it. After reading it for a while, my eyes felt so sore."
"It was fine when I was young, but not at all when I get older."
Manshu didn't hear what the old man said at all, because she had already entered a mysterious world when she was reading.
Those words automatically turned into symbols, and then enlarged into patterns, floating in front of her eyes.
Every little person, from meditating to practicing, was displayed in front of her.
Manshu instantly understood that this cultivation method was recorded by this ancestor with his witchcraft power.
Only future generations who can also feel the presence of witchcraft can understand it.
As for how much you can understand, it also depends on your own talent and how well you can unlock the seal.
Manshu learned from the little man in the picture, trying to mobilize the magic power in his body to get close to the elements between heaven and earth.
Then after running it for a week, I just felt refreshed.
She opened her eyes and saw the old man staring at her anxiously.
"Grandpa, what's wrong?"
"Do you know what time it is now?" Yan Zhentian's eyes turned red.
He shouldn't let his granddaughter read this ancient book.
They entered the study at ten o'clock, and it was almost dawn.
Manshu obviously didn't expect that time would pass so quickly while practicing.
It's just that she hasn't completely released the seal yet, so her cultivation is still very slow.
Apart from relieving the fatigue caused by delivering witchcraft power to Yan Zhan these days, it seems that his body has not changed much.
Manshu muttered that nothing had changed, but he heard the old man say: "Nothing has changed, your body is rotten."
If he hadn't hidden the secret and didn't want anyone to know, the old man would have wanted to go out and ask the nanny to come in and change the little girl's clothes.
"What's going on? You're sitting here, as if you're in a trance. I can't wake you up no matter how you scream, and you're starting to sweat."
The color of the sweat was black and gray, and those who didn't know better thought his granddaughter was very dirty.
"I may be the one chosen by my ancestors."
Manshu got the cultivation method, was in a good mood, and even made fun of her grandfather.
The old man glared at her: "Who are you, the chosen one? Wait, you mean, you understand the cultivation techniques left by your ancestors, and you were practicing just now?"
"What will happen after you practice this Kung Fu? Will you be able to fly over the roof and walk over walls? Will you have internal strength, like on TV?"
The old man's temperament is really full of curiosity.
Manshu looked at him speechlessly: "I just started trying it, and I don't know what the effect will be, but now it seems that the odor on my body should be equivalent to cleaning out the impurities in my body. Grandpa, aren't you sleepy?"
Can the old man's health survive being guarded by her all night?
"We have a little genius in our family, do you think I should still be sleepy?"
"What do you think...forget it, I won't ask. It's your luck. You are the first person to inherit the bloodline talent after so many generations. Now I'm beginning to believe that our ancestors really have a great background."