This was really unpleasant to say. But Changsheng just sighed and didn't feel embarrassed.
"I beg you."
Xue Jin's laughter stopped suddenly. He looked at Chang Sheng in disbelief, but then he felt that something was wrong with being so surprised. A Chou is just a silly child, why should she be surprised? She may not know what humiliation is.
Bar.
Falling back on the chair with some boredom, Xuejin lazily looked at the sun above his head, refusing to look away even though his eyes were burning with pain from the sun. He heard his own slow voice.
“If you want to cultivate immortality, you must first have spiritual roots, secondly, have a broad Dantian, thirdly, have an excellent physique, fourthly, have extremely high understanding, and fifthly, have perseverance and perseverance... What do you have? Only know how to do it.
Do you have the wrist to swing a small wooden sword? You can only swing this small wooden sword. If you switch it to a real sword, can you swing it?"
Changsheng didn't speak, she just looked down at the small wooden sword in her hand, remembering her grandfather who was so good to her, so she nodded firmly.
"Even if I have nothing, I can still cultivate immortality, right? Is there not even one person in this world who has become a monk despite not having what you mentioned?"
"It's so naive, it's so naive, you are still a child after all..."
"A Chou, you have to remember that there are always people in this world who think that they will be that special person. People who cannot cultivate immortality will think, why can't they become that one-of-a-kind existence? A soldier who has nothing will think that he
Why can't you become a famous general? The embroiderer will think that why can't he become the best embroiderer in the world? The literati will think, why can't he become the leader of Emperor Wenzong?"
"There are too many people who think like this, countless. But how many people can actually do it? There are countless small soldiers in the army, and they all want to become generals, but only one big man can be found in an army of hundreds of thousands.
General, only the best embroiderer in the world can win the attention of those powerful people. There have been so many literati throughout the ages, how many of them can leave their names in history?"
"Similarly, the number of people in this world who can cultivate is only one in 100,000, the number of people with average talent is only 1 in 10,000, the number of people with excellent talent is only 1 in 10,000, and the number of people with excellent talent that makes everyone jealous is even less than 100,000.
There is no one in a million. Why do you think you are that special person? Many times, you just think you are special. In the eyes of those in the higher class, you are just a piece of dust. When the wind blows,
It’s gone.”
"Do you think you are special? But other people also think they are special, and they also think you are a stepping stone. So, don't think you are special, A Chou, you are just the most ordinary one among all living beings. You must recognize the reality.
.”
He looked at Changsheng with hot and painful eyes. Because he had looked directly at the sun for a long time, Xuejin's eyes were a little red at this moment. He had white skin, black hair, and a little red in his eyes. It was so beautiful that it made people's hearts palpitate.
But Chang Sheng only reacted from the string of words he said and spoke stubbornly.
"I want to cultivate immortality."
"...You are really a child who cannot be taught."
"What's the meaning?"
Changsheng was a little dumbfounded. Although grandpa knew some simple words, the general forced the soldiers to learn them in their free time. He did not want to become a literary master, as long as he was not deceived by others. Thanks to this, Lao Gutou learned
After a few words, I have already taught them all to Chang Sheng.
But Changsheng still doesn't understand such a well-spoken poem.
Xuejin waved his hand lazily. He didn't want to waste time on such a rare sunny day.
"Go over there, don't mess with me, I want to have a good sleep..."
Having said this, Xuejin closed his eyes and took a rest.
Seeing that he was silent, Changsheng frowned. She was really too young and didn't know what to do in this situation. She could only continue to wave the small wooden sword in her hand. She would learn the moves taught by her grandfather first, and wait for Xuejin to do the rest.
We’ll talk about it after we wake up. However, Chang Sheng felt that Xue Jin must have done it on purpose, otherwise why would he choose this time to sleep?
After waving the small wooden sword for a while, Chang Sheng remembered what Xue Jin had just said. He glanced at the place where his grandfather kept the long sword, gritted his teeth, and walked over.
Xue Jin was awakened by a violent gasping sound. Before he even opened his eyes, he subconsciously showed a disgusted expression.
Then the next moment he remembered that there was only an eight-year-old baby next to him, and then he slowly relaxed his stiff body. At the same time, he felt helpless in his heart. What was this A Chou doing?
As soon as he opened his eyes, Xuejin saw the panting Changsheng and the long knife she held in both hands. The long knife...
Xuejin sat up slightly and looked thoughtfully at Changsheng and the knife. This knife was a bit strange. Judging from the blade, it should be a unique standard for Da Qin soldiers, but there was a silver hairpin inlaid near the handle.
.The appearance of this silver hairpin is crude, and it doesn’t look like it was made by someone else. But that’s normal, after all, there won’t be many works by someone in the countryside.
What really surprised Xue Jin was the longevity holding the knife in both hands.
In fact, when Xuejin fell asleep, Changsheng had already tried many times, but her strength was so weak that no matter how hard she tried, she could not wield the long knife. After all, even if the long knife was old
Just for the head, it is as long as him, not to mention the thick blade. This long sword is the standard equipment of the cavalry. Only on horseback can you wield such a long and heavy long sword. Compared with Changsheng's size,
It is estimated that there are nearly two as long as she is.
But this knife was left to her by her grandfather, and she wanted to use it. So she tried it silently many times by herself, but she couldn't get it right, and she was almost exhausted. Now she could hardly lift her arms.
But in the place where Chang Sheng couldn't see, her little body had a shallow warm current passing through it after several attempts. Those warm currents poured into her body, giving this small body a delicate and delicate feeling.
support.
The moment Xue Jin opened his eyes, the warmth that was constantly pouring into his arms had reached a peak. The next moment, the warmth that had no place to place was poured into the long knife. For a moment, Chang Sheng felt that this heavy long knife
The knife seems much lighter.
So she moved smoothly, just in time for Xue Jin to see her.
Xuejin looked at the long knife that flashed a faint light. For a moment, he couldn't believe his eyes. He stood up almost staggeringly and stretched out his hand towards Changsheng.
"Give it to me, give it to me! Let me see..."
Changsheng didn't know what was going on, but he still handed over the long knife. In Xuejin's hand, the long knife was extremely heavy. His arm sank slightly, and then he used the long knife to wipe his neck without hesitation.
Chang Sheng had no time to stop him, he only heard a puff, and the hot blood instantly splashed all over his face!
