Time flew by, and it was late autumn October. The last bit of summer heat had faded, and the weather gradually turned cold.
It had been more than a month since Ying Chi had started cultivating with Bai Qi.
It was still the courtyard with the old locust tree.
At this moment, Ying Chi was holding a wooden sword in his hand, practicing the most basic sword moves in the courtyard, such as chopping, stabbing, and lifting.
According to Baiqi's mission, Ying Mo had to practice 50,000 sets of basic sword moves every day, and he could not use his strange internal energy.
Although the task load was very large, even ordinary Xiantian Realm martial artists would find it difficult to complete it.
However, it was a piece of cake for Ying Hu, who had a natural divine power and a strong body.
In just one morning, Ying Mo had practiced nearly 30,000 sets of basic sword moves.
After he finished practicing the 30,001 sets of basic sword moves, Ying Chi stopped.
He looked at Bai Qi, who was sitting under the eaves and drinking tea while reading the military book, and shouted,"I say, old man, I've been practicing these basic sword moves for more than a month. In total, I have two million sets. When are you going to change to something else?”
Bai Qi sipped his tea and said,"No rush."
"You!"
Ying Kong stabbed the wooden sword into the ground and said angrily,""There's no rush. How many times have you told me? You should at least tell me what level I should train to before I pass, right?”
"Otherwise, if I had to hack and stab all day, how could I have the patience to waste with you!”
Bai Qi said," This is to sharpen your patience.”
"What do you mean?" Ying Kong frowned.
Baiqi put down the military book in his hand and walked to Ying Chen with his hands behind his back.
"In the path of swordsmanship, there are fast swords and slow swords, but whether it's fast or slow, stability is the most important!”
"If it's unstable, you won't be able to hold the sword in your hand, and you won't be able to grasp the opponent's heart!”
After saying this, Bai Qi glanced at the wooden sword stuck in the mud.
"Someone like you, who can even throw away the sword in your hand at will, is not worthy of being a swordsman!”
Bai Qi's words were very sharp, like a sharp sword stabbing into Ying He's heart.
Ying Mo remained silent for a while, then pulled out his wooden sword and cupped his hands towards Bai Qi."Old man, what you said makes sense.”
Seeing that Ying Chi was listening to him, a hint of admiration flashed in Baiqi's eyes.
He had thought that Ying Mo was a difficult person to teach.
After all, Ying He was so young, but he already had extraordinary strength. He must be very arrogant, and wouldn't listen to any 'great reasons'.
However, after observing him for a while, Bai Qi realized that Ying Mo was indeed a stubborn person, but as long as he said something reasonable, Ying Mo would accept it humbly.
On the surface, he looked arrogant, but on the inside, he was humble. This showed that Ying Mo wasn't an arrogant person.
And this was also the quality that a strong person should have!
"As for how far you can train, that will depend on when you can experience what a sword is!" Bai Qi said.”
"What is a sword!" Ying Kong looked at the wooden sword in his hand, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
What was a sword?
During the Spring and Autumn Period hundreds of years ago, the sword was more of a ritual tool and a symbol of status.
A gentleman's sword was described as such.
And after the development of the times, in the Warring States period, although the sword still had a status symbol, it was more of a sharp weapon!
One was courtesy, and the other was profit.
The two syllables were similar, but their meanings were worlds apart.
"Then is my sword 'courteous' or 'sharp'?”Ying Kong muttered to himself.
Then, there was an answer.
He was the son of the King of Qin and was born a noble. This was etiquette, and holding a sword was authority!
He yearned for fresh clothes and fierce horses to kill the enemy and achieve meritorious deeds. This was for profit, and holding a sword was for killing!
"I want both gifts and benefits!"
Ying He had a slight understanding, but it was far from enough.
Seeing that Ying He was deep in thought, Baiqi did not disturb him.
He believed that with Ying Jiu's talent, he would soon figure out what kind of sword he was holding.
Also, what was Ying He going to do with this sword?
When Ying Mo understood all of this, he had the qualities that a swordsman should have, or rather, the heart of a sword!
The so-called Sword Heart comes after Sword Intent was complete nonsense.
If a swordsman didn't even know why he held a sword, how could he cultivate sword intent?
Without a heart, how could there be any intention?
As the saying goes,'the appearance is born from the heart, the visible thing', this was what it meant.
In the blink of an eye, it was already dusk.
Seeing that it was getting late, Ying Mo said goodbye to Baiqi and prepared to return to the palace.
"Wait!"
Baiqi suddenly called out.
"Old man, is there anything else?" Ying Mo looked at Baiqi in confusion.
"What do you plan to do with your internal energy, or rather, the mysterious energy in your body?" Bai Qi hesitated for a moment before asking.”
"Plans?" Ying Chi frowned, then shook his head and said,""What plans can I have? I don't even know what it is.”
At this time, Ying Chi noticed the worried look on Baiqi's face and smiled,"Alright old man, didn't I promise you that I wouldn't use it to do anything evil?”
Ying He suddenly changed the topic, and his tone turned cold.
"However, if someone wants to harm me, that's another matter!”
"It's good that you can remember this!"
Seeing that Ying Rong hadn't forgotten, Bai Qi nodded.
During this period of time, Baiqi had gained a new understanding of Ying Chen's internal strength.
Bai Qi discovered that Ying Chen's internal energy could not only devour a warrior's internal energy, but also his life force!
At that time, Baiqi had been scared out of his wits.
How was this internal strength? It was simply the power of evil!
After that, Baiqi told Ying Lin not to use this power to do anything evil.
"By the way, old man, do you think I should give it a name?”Ying Chi suddenly said.
"That's not internal energy," Bai Qi nodded."You do need a name. Do you have any ideas?"”
Ying Kong thought for a while and suddenly thought of something.
"I got it!"
"How about we call it 'Devil Essence'?"
"Devil Essence!" Bai Qi's expression changed. This name was obviously related to evil.
Ying Mo didn't care about that much, and said,""This power of mine can not only devour a martial artist's cultivation, but it can also devour life. It's most appropriate to call it demonic essence!”
"However, if others hear this name, they will mistakenly think that you have cultivated some evil technique!”Baiqi voiced his concerns.
Although Bai Qi didn't say it, he had to admit that Ying Chen's Devil Qi was indeed like the product of cultivating an evil technique. In fact, it was even more evil than an evil technique!
This was what Baiqi was most worried about.
He was worried that one day, because of his demonic energy, Ying Chi would bring a great disaster to the world, and even be despised by the world!
After all, Ying He was the son of the king of Qin!
"Aiya, so what if it's a misunderstanding? I won't do anything bad anyway.”Ying Mo said indifferently.
Seeing that Baiqi was about to say something, Ying Rong immediately interrupted,"I say, old man, why do you have to care about my name?”
"Humph! Up to you!" Bai Qi waved his sleeves and was too lazy to say anything.
Anyway, one day, this kid Ying Mo would understand the truth that 'one can't do anything in the martial world.'
When that time comes, don't come and ask him for help!
(Some readers asked,"The protagonist is so awesome. If he has the ability to fight for the throne, why would he give it to someone else, even if the other party is Ying Zheng?" What the author wanted to say was that everything was unknown. The plot had not yet arrived, but the outline was that the protagonist would ascend to the throne!）
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