C97 All roads lead to Rome

Seeing that the male family's problem had been solved, and looking at how happy they were, Rou Xin couldn't help but think of his parents.

"Did my parents ever think about me like I did?" Rou Xin sighed in his heart, "Maybe, in their hearts, they have already forgotten all about my unfilial daughter!"

The Old Mistress insisted on giving the microsporium back to the Cheng Jian family. In the end, the broken sword helplessly agreed to help her back to the master bedroom. After this period of commotion, it was already very late for Cheng Jian and Rou Xin to return to their own room.

"Wife, tell me what's on your mind. What can't you two talk about?" Cheng Jian saw through the worries in Rou Xin's heart.

"It's nothing. Watching our family reunion, I can't help but think of my parents." Rou Xin said while pretending to smile, but she could not hide the sadness in her voice, making Cheng Jian's heart ache.

"Wifey, can we go to Mr. Yuefang tomorrow?" Cheng Jian's eyes were as gentle as water. He gazed at Rou Xin deeply, and used his hand that was no longer exquisite to caress Rou Xin's face and said, "In this life, what I don't want to make you sad the most."

"Hubby," Rou Xin's tone was also filled with gentleness, "The thing I do in this life, the thing that I don't regret the most, is following you and giving birth to our child, Chang Jing."

Cheng Jian tightly embraced Rou Xin's waist.

It was already late in the night, and the lights in the room gradually dimmed. Accompanying the darkness came a wave of sounds that would cause one's imagination to wander …

The next morning, Cheng Jian and his wife told the Broken Sword that they wanted to go to Rose Family. Although the Broken Sword couldn't bear to part with his son, he agreed when he thought about his past twenty years of longing for his son. After all, the parents of this world were all connected. When Chang Jing expressed that he wanted to follow his parents to grandfather's house, the Broken Sword didn't agree to it even if it died. He really liked this stubborn and weak grandson of his. This was not only because he saved his own wife, but more importantly, the Broken Sword truly felt the affection towards Shui from Chang Jing's body.

"Ah, son," Cheng Jian advised Chang Jing, "In the next few days, you should stay and accompany Grandfather and Grandma more. At the same time, you should ask Grandfather for more information on forging martial arts."

Although his father's martial arts were not invincible in this world, there was no one who could match his forging skills. The reason why Cheng Jian stayed behind was partly to satisfy the old man's need to love her grandson, but also to consider Chang Jing's future. Chang Jing was not young anymore, if she was able to inherit Jian Hun's legacy, as his father, he would be very pleased.

"You don't need to think about it, Chang Jing?" The Broken Sword who was sitting in the main seat stretched out his neck and asked, "You are the descendant of the Jian Hun family, how could you not have the slightest ability in smithing?"

Chang Jing's nonchalant attitude towards me made the broken sword extremely unhappy, but he endured it.

"My forging ability is the best in the world," seeing that he wasn't able to force the broken sword into action, he began to tempt him again, "If you inherit my ability, then you will be respected!"

Chang Jing continued to be indifferent.

"Especially when it comes to girls' respect. A lot of respect will turn into love!" The broken sword threw out his killer move.

Sure enough, Chang Jing's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"It's true!"

Thus, Chang Jing bid farewell to her parents and left the Jian Hun Family, starting his career in martial arts forging. If news of him having a broken sword begging others to learn her forging techniques were to spread, it would definitely shock the whole of Wu Lin — this was absolutely unimaginable. Furthermore, according to the history books, Chang Jingye's original intention for learning Forging was not as what we saw, but "to inherit the work of his parents and elders, and fulfill their wish."

No one knew the real reason, other than Chang Jing.

Jian Hun Family's Cultivation Field.

"Martial artists begin with Qi. Qi is divided into Yin and Yang. Those who are strong are like metal and stone and can be broken. Those who are weak are like water and gentle." "One Yin and one Yang, one Real and one Void, combine to form one …"

This was the enlightenment of the Broken Sword Sect's who taught them the basics of martial arts.

"Isn't this the same principle as the 'glacial blade' in the Water Magic? Water is soft but strong. It can be a spring breeze that is as sharp as a tree, and can destroy anything in its way. " Chang Jing could not help but interject after listening to the Broken Sword's explanation.

"Although I don't know what you mean by Water Magic, all living things in this world are connected. Their source energy all comes from the word 'Dao'." Broken Sword said joyfully, "My good grandson, it's really good that you have such an understanding! It is just like our family's kitchen — — Forging a sword, regardless of its advantages and disadvantages, requires refining extremely hard metal and stone to make it into a water shape. Even if it has already been formed, it still needs iron forging and the 'Refining Sword' of water! "

But grandfather, "after hearing the explanation given by the broken sword, Chang Jing felt that other than the old man being a little protective, he was also pretty good at other things, so he called him" grandfather "willingly," I still don't understand what this' Qi 'is, is it that kind of Dou Qi?

"Yes, it is battle qi. "The battle qi can transform the meridians and Qi channels of the human body and strengthen the functions of the human body. On the outside, one can use Qi to control objects, and use Qi to destroy objects!"

Seeing that Chang Jing seemed to not understand it, the broken sword patiently demonstrated it to him.

"Just like this, the Dantian is controlled by Qi," the broken sword said while pointing to the part of the Dantian below the abdomen. "Use your will to command them to move around the body regularly.

With a wave of the broken sword's hand, a strong wind shot out from his body toward the spear on the weapon rack ten steps away.

The sharp end of the spear suddenly broke with a crisp sound.

Looking at everything that was happening before her eyes, Chang Jing fell into deep thought.

Chang Jing followed the mental cultivation method she had memorized and tried to get lucky in her Dantian, but no matter what, she could not grasp the feeling that was imparted to him by the broken sword.

"What exactly is this Qi?" Chang Jing muttered to herself as if she was asking herself and asking the question.

"Qi like the Dao, is nothingness, is reality. It is the composition of all living things in this world, and it is also the method of many wonders. " "You only need to slowly experience it. This thing can only be comprehended, enlightenment is not an urgent matter."

"Understand?" Chang Jing closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, using her mind to control the foreign air to descend down to her abdomen, "Could it be like this, no, it shouldn't be like this, could it be …"

Chang Jing felt that she had grabbed onto this feeling, but this feeling flashed through her mind, not giving Chang Jing any time to think.

"Supreme Water Sprite, please grant your servant power — — glacial blade!"

Chang Jing opened her eyes and suddenly chanted an incantation. His glacial blade flew towards the broken spear as if it was alive, and struck the halberd beside it. The halberd was like a lance, it was broken by a strong impact.

"This magic is really powerful!" After seeing its power, the broken sword sincerely praised it. At the same time, it felt gratified to have such a grandson. However, the purpose of Chang Jing using "glacial blade" was not for her grandfather to praise him, what he was thinking now was whether or not magic and martial arts really had something in common.

"Supreme fire spirit, please grant your servant power — — small fireball!"

"Supreme fire spirit, please grant your servant power — — small fireball!"

Chang Jing quickly chanted the small fireball's incantation, and Chang Jing's hands started to shoot out blazing small fireball s like machine guns, fireballs filled the sky, and the temperature of the training grounds started to rise.

This time, the Broken Sword was speechless. It was not difficult for him to use his battle spirit to create waves stronger than this, but he definitely could not do it as easily as Chang Jing, nor could he continue to attack like that.

"The Jian Hun Family is about to start an era of innovation!" When the broken sword heard his own thoughts, it seemed as if he had made some sort of decision, and his expression also began to grow resolute.

However, Chang Jing didn't notice the expression of the broken sword at all, she continued to send out his small fireball, while his brain was quickly pondering, as if it was trying to capture a feeling in his body, a feeling that was enough to greatly raise his current cultivation level …

"Could it be?"