Chapter 10

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Second floor, mimicry cultivation ground, sword pool.

"Jian'er, are you honing your martial spirit again?"

Sword Douluo stood at the door and asked in surprise, "didn't you tell Rongrong a story?"

Clank clank

In the middle of the sword pool, countless sword shadows integrated into Qin Jian's body and continuously distributed out, as if forming a cycle.

He heard the sound at the door and opened his eyes slightly, as if the shadow of a sword flashed past.

"Teacher, she is still young. It is the most important time to lay the foundation. She can't waste most of her time listening to stories..."

He smiled and said, "so I drove her to practice."

"Rongrong is willing to listen to you now?" the sword Douluo frowned.

Qin Jian shrugged and said, "if she doesn't listen, I won't tell her a story at night."

Sword Douluo was neither funny nor funny, but he gave him a thumbs up: "you still have a way. I have no way to take her with the patriarch and the old bone."

You spoiled her too much

Qin Jian tilted his lips, but didn't say much about it. Instead, he asked, "teacher, what's the one-year tacit training like?"

"That..."

Sword Douluo still stood at the door and didn't come in. He just leaned against the doorway: "that's the largest mimicry practice place of our seven treasures Liuli sect. Within this year, your thirty-two groups will be completely isolated and located in one of the mimicry practice places, and the weather and environment will change every other month..."

"What's the weather and environment?" Qin Jian said strangely.

The eyebrow on the left side of the sword Douluo raised slightly: "the weather is nothing more than rainstorm and wind, lightning and thunder, goose feather and heavy snow, and hot summer and cold..."

Qin Jian's face twitched slightly: "is it so cruel..."

"It's more than that..."

The eyebrows on the other side of the sword Douluo also raised: "your geomorphic environment will also change, forests, oceans, mountains, deserts..."

Qin Jian covered his face and said, "this is torturing people to death. Is there anything else?"

Sword Douluo nodded not surprisingly and said, "nature will not disappoint you. In addition to the landform and weather, there will be natural disasters six months later, such as mountain torrents, volcanoes, avalanches and earthquakes..."

Before he finished, Qin Jian said in a very sincere way: "teacher, I think the sword pool has the best effect on the training of my martial soul, so I won't go to the tacit understanding training..."

"You don't care about Rongrong?"

Sword Douro squinted at him with his eyes.

"Teacher, I think the ancient Yue has rough skin and thick meat, which is very suitable for this training." Qin Jian said seriously.

"Then you don't want to improve your soul power?"

Gladiator continued to squint.

"It's only a year's delay. It's no problem." Qin Jiandao.

Sword Douluo sighed and took out two exquisite wristbands: "originally, the teacher prepared all the tools for you, as well as these two soul guides and more than ten cubic meters of storage space. It seems to be in vain. I'd better give it to Rongrong..."

Then he turned and left, as if he really wanted to give it to Ning Rongrong.

But at the next moment, Qin Jian appeared at the door, and his two hands accurately grasped the metal wrist guard: "don't, teacher, I will never live up to your hard preparation. I went to the tacit practice that year!"

Sword Douluo turned around and knocked on his forehead angrily: "he will pretend."

"Hey, thank you, teacher." Qin Jian looked up.

Sword Douluo touched his little head and said, "this year is not only to cultivate the tacit understanding between you, but also to polish the temperament of Rongrong, the little witch."

"After all, she is the daughter of the patriarch. She can't be so willful all the time. We all hope to make her grow up through this training..."

Sword Douluo looked down at Qin Jian and said, "so don't protect her too well. She can't be less tempered. The patriarch and I will take care of you from time to time and won't really put you in a desperate situation."

Qin Jian nodded.

A few days passed quickly.

On this day, the sun is just right and the breeze is not dry. It is the day to enter the imitation cultivation ground of the sect.

When I came to the entrance, I saw many people waiting here.

Each was accompanied by his elders and told endlessly.

And Ning Rongrong is even more so. Ning Fengzhi is reluctant to let go of her little hand for a moment.

"Dad, it's all right. Just live in it for a period of time. If you want Rongrong, you can come in and see me!" Ning Rongrong said with a smile.

Ning Feng's warm face flashed a touch of heartache and reluctance, but his mouth followed her and said, "well, if dad wants to be Rongrong, he'll go in and see you."

"Uh huh."

Ning Rongrong nodded repeatedly.

Here, Qin Jian looked at this scene and asked the sword Douluo softly: "teacher, Rongrong, doesn't she know what will happen this year?"

"She doesn't know yet..."

Sword Douluo also looked distressed: "no way. If she told her that, she would not be willing to go in. At that time, she will be coquettish and cry. No one can take her..."

Qin Jian's mouth twitched slightly: "it's easy for you to lure her in. It's me who can bear her crying and tossing later..."

"Keep your voice down, they're coming. Don't slip your tongue." sword Douluo whispered.

Qin Jian looked up and saw Ning Fengzhi walking over with Ning Rongrong's hand.

"Qin Jian, the next year, I will give you Rongrong. You should protect her."

Ning Fengzhi leans forward slightly and puts Ning Rongrong's small hand in Qin Jian's hand.

"Ah..."

Ning Rongrong was caught off guard by Qin Jian and couldn't help blushing. He didn't notice the eyes exchanged between Ning Fengzhi and Qin Jian.

"Please don't worry, Lord. She'll be fine with me."

Eye contact, a big and a small two men completed the handover procedures in an instant.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, mimicry cultivation officially opened.

A pair of young girls walked in and disappeared.

"Rongrong, let's go in too." Qin Jian tightened his small hand in his right hand.

"OK..."

Ning Rongrong answered happily and turned back to say hello: "I'm going in. Bye, dad and grandpa Jian!"

Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi raised their right hands side by side and waved them neatly: "goodbye Rongrong!"

"Buzz!"

With a light sound, Qin Jian took Ning Rongrong's little hand and went in and disappeared in the depths of the cultivation ground

"Hoo..."

Ning Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief: "finally, he sent the little girl in."

"I don't know what she will do when she knows the truth." sword Douluo said.

"We can see it outside..."

Ning Fengzhi said, "I hope her temperament can be polished well in a year. As long as she can become more sensible after coming out, I'll be satisfied."

Sword Douluo said: "it's not so easy to come out when you go in. Let's wait and see..."