"Chen Daozi, I want to hear a story, a nice story like the last time Yue Nu Jian."

"Well, I don't know many stories."

"You tell me one."

Nan Kang looked at Su Ji directly, her eyes were very pure, reminding Su Ji of the cat he raised in his early years. People kept cats, but sometimes the raccoon slaves were their masters.

"Then I'll tell you a story about a Western country."

"What's the name?"

"Earl of Monte Cristo."

"What is it talking about?"

"revenge."

"A very old story."

"You will definitely like it after hearing it."

"good."

This story is much longer than the Yue Nu Sword. Yue Nu Sword talks about hatred of family and country, while the Count of Monte Cristo is personal hatred. undoubtedly, the latter is more substitutable than the former.

But at the beginning, the protagonist, who is not the Count, is very miserable.

Su Ji only talked about the beginning.

Nan Kang heard the sympathy and she asked, "How did he do later."

"Of course the ending is very good, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Nankang felt a little regretful.

She said, "You said you want to see Qingti."

"Then go now."

…

…

"Sir." Qingti was very happy to see Su Ji appear.

Su Ji touched his head and said, "You have grown a little taller."

"It's better if you're half an inch taller and grow as tall as your husband."

Su Ji smiled. He was taller than an ordinary person, although he looked young.

In fact, he couldn't grow this tall at the beginning, but it was strange after practicing innate Qigong that his growth period seemed to have been extended.

Until now, it seems that he has passed the stage of growth and development.

Therefore, he is always not old.

Su Ji didn't know how long he could live, but it should be a long time.

Su Ji said: "We should not only grow taller, but also grow stronger. Remember to add more tonics."

"I know."

Qingti was very happy that Su Ji came back, and he said again: "Sir, do you want to see the sword skills I practice?"

"look."

Qing Gao happily drew his sword, like a flowing cloud and water.

He is really a genius in martial arts. It takes several years for ordinary people to practice to this level, but he has not been learning sword for a long time.

Su Ji looked at it with a smile, and picked up a piece of willow branches from the ground.

Su Ji raised Liu Zhi to Qing and said, "I don't need internal force, let's go through it."

Qingti was a little excited and said, "That sir, look at the sword."

The wind is loud.

Then quickly disappear.

I saw Su Ji's willow branch sticking to Qingti's sword.

The willow branches are soft but do not touch the sword edge. They stick to the sword body and draw circles.

Qingdi can't even use his strength.

But no matter how he changed his moves, Su Ji's willow branch tightly clamped against his sword, and he didn't give him a chance to exert force.

Finally, Su Ji withdrew, Qingti could not control the sword, causing the sword to escape.

Qingti said: "Sir, what kind of sword technique are you using?"

Su Ji said: "It's not the sword technique, but your strength is too real."

"really?"

Su Ji said: "For example, you can see where the stream water is going at a glance, so you can use it and guide it slightly. But the wind is different. Judging from the seasons, the general direction of the wind is fixed, but in normal times, the wind is uncertain. Moreover, the wind will be too big and small, which will make people unpredictable."

Qingti pondered and said, "Sir, look at my swordsmanship again."

He picked up the long sword and stabbed a sword into the air, and then the second sword and the third sword.

They are all deadly moves, but they are much more stagnant than before, and there is no natural feeling of flowing clouds and water.

It was just that the sound of the sword breaking through the air was louder and smaller.

This is the result of the sword being fast and slow.

Su Ji was a little moved, and Qingti quickly understood what he said.

Just like using troops, you cannot teach people to grasp the reality and reality.

Of course, there are peerless masters in the world who kill with a quick sword, but that is not suitable for Qingti.

Because the sword of such a person is either you die or I die.

Very dangerous.

Death is also the same sword technique.

Nan Kang might not understand it very much, or she could only teach Qing to teach such martial arts.

But since Su Ji taught Qingti, he didn't want him to die.

As long as you can live, sometimes the outcome is not important.

Nan Kang said: "I want to learn martial arts too."

"You can learn martial arts and strengthen your body."

"Tell me."

"The martial arts I can teach you can only be considered second-rate."

"That's OK."

"Um."

Su Ji pondered.

Nan Kang said: "What's wrong?"

Su Ji said: "I'm thinking, I'll teach you both mother and son, how do you calculate the future generation?"

"Each one's own."

Su Ji said, "Then I'm nothing."

Nan Kang smiled.

I was eager to try painting the screen, but I was afraid of the princess.

Su Ji said: "I can teach you too."

"Okay."

Then Nan Kang glared at Huaping, and she stuck out her tongue.

Su Ji smiled and said, "Don't be afraid."

Nan Kang said: "Okay, you can learn too."

When it was time for supper, Su Rushi came too.

She was naturally very happy when she saw Su Ji.

Seeing her rosy face, Su Ji knew that Nankang did not treat her badly.

After a long separation, I had a lot to say.

But suddenly the earth swayed.

There was a rumbling thunder coming from the ground.
To be continued...