The Qing Dynasty's Mingyue's Heart of a Good King

On this day, Ling Ziqing began to take over Zhang Liang's teaching.She brought a group of disciples to an open space where a dozen wooden swords were placed.

"Presumably everyone already knew that I am a cultivator after entering this deep valley."

"Yes, all the disciples know about it," everyone responded in unison.

"Okay! From now on, I will teach everyone swordsmanship. This is also the decision made by the master, master and uncle. Do you have anything to say?" After Ling Ziqing finished speaking, she asked them.

"I want to ask the third teacher's wife if I have something to say," Ziyou said, taking a step forward.

"Say"

"Excuse me, Mrs. Third, are you teaching us your swordsmanship of cultivating immortals?" Ziyou asked everyone's questions in anticipation.

"Pfft~" Ling Ziqing laughed for a while: "Then... do you want to learn?"

Everyone looked at each other with excitement in their eyes.After a tacit understanding, Qi Qi cupped his hands and shouted loudly: "I want to! I also ask Third Master's wife to ask for more advice!"

"If you want to learn the art of cultivating immortals, you must have stronger endurance and mentality than ordinary people. Are you all ready?" Ling Ziqing said seriously.

"Ready"

"Okay! Everyone has seen the wooden sword erected on the ground, right? Take it up." Ling Ziqing pointed to the wooden sword standing on the ground.

Everyone stepped forward to hold the sword C one by one, but no one was able to hold it.

"Good weight"

"Here, is this a wooden sword?" Zisi struggled to carry the wooden sword behind his back, and ended up lying on the ground with the sword in his body.

Everyone held the sword thanklessly, but couldn't lift it.

"Three, Third Mistress, isn't this wooden sword too heavy?" Zimu said panting with one hand on his back.

"I added black iron and stone sand to this wooden sword, so that you can control their strength." Ling Ziqing walked to Zicong and picked up the wooden sword next to him, very relaxed Raise the sword and throw it into the air.Under her command, the wooden sword stopped above Zicong's head, suspended there emitting a faint blue light.

Ling Ziqing waved his sleeves, Zicong and others were already standing on the suspended wooden sword.

"Uh, this, this..." Zicong trembled, and his eyes were filled with excitement.

"How do you feel?" Ling Ziqing asked him.

Zicong stuttered excitedly: "So, so excited. This, this feels like flying"

Ling Ziqing saw that it was almost done, so Cui moved the wooden sword down. "Then, everyone put the wooden swords flat on the ground, and earnestly start to memorize the formulas of the fencing technique I mentioned."

"Yes" everyone actively followed suit, and they were even more looking forward to the scene just now.

"Swords are all iron, because they hold spirits, they move because of their hearts, they live because of blood, and they die because of evil thoughts. The art of controlling swords lies in adjusting breath, holding the essence and keeping the one, reciprocating and circulating, and endless life."

Ling Zi put his hands behind his back and told them: "You must memorize this formula, but don't be in a hurry, you must calm down and practice."

"The disciples understand"

"Yeah." Ling Ziqing looked at it with satisfaction: "Then let's try it now!"

Fu Nian stood in the bamboo forest not far away with Mo Chen and Yan Lu in his arms, watching everything. "Zi Qing is doing her best to teach them!" Yan Lu smiled gratifiedly. "It seems that it is right to let her accept the sword lessons from the ovary."

"I'm afraid it will remind her of an ovary," Fu Nian said indifferently.

Yan Lu glanced at Mo Chen, then at Fu Nian and didn't speak.In fact, it wasn't that he had nothing to say, but that he didn't know how to start it.