How could the old man not know what Xiaomi was thinking? The old man knew that if Xiaomi practiced well, she might not be worse than Long Xiangtian. However, if Xiaomi practiced with a purpose, she would probably pout and not want to practice anymore out of disappointment.
After all, cultivation is a profound art, and Xiaomi has only learned the basics. The most important thing about cultivation is interest. As the saying goes, the master can only lead you to the door, but the practice depends on the individual. If Xiaomi is no longer interested in cultivation, then no matter how others force her to practice, it will not work, right? It may even have the opposite effect. So, cultivation is about interest, which comes first.
"Xiaomi," the old man thought for a long time, and finally walked closer to Xiaomi and patted Xiaomi's head gently. Xiaomi looked at the old man with eyes wide open, with a sparkling light in his eyes, "You should practice pure strength now, as for other skills, we will talk about it later." The old man did not give Xiaomi a chance to speak, and left in a flash.
Xiaomi was a little confused and puzzled as to why the old man would walk away in anger, something that usually the old man would agree to as long as she acted coquettishly. She turned around to ask Long Xiangtian, but before she could ask, Long Xiangtian immediately put his finger to his lips and made a gesture to keep quiet.
Xiaomi usually listened to Long Xiangtian the most. Now that Long Xiangtian asked her not to speak, she calmed down and shut her mouth. Her beautiful eyes still stared at Long Xiangtian in confusion. Long Xiangtian bit his lip and thought for a while. He remembered the words the old man had said to him in secret before he left, and a bright color flashed in his eyes.
"Xiaomi is not suitable to learn martial arts now. You should let her practice more practical things. If you teach her martial arts, the effect may not be as good as before. I have been informed here. I have to leave for a while." This is the secret message left by the old man before leaving. Long Xiangtian touched his ears and laughed dryly. This master, how can he have something wrong? It is obvious that he feels that it is difficult, so he leaves this mess to his apprentice to clean up. But I have to say that this is really a good plan. Xiaomi can not listen to others, but she listens to Long Xiangtian's brother the most.
Brother Long Xiangtian repeated his previous words, saying that interest is the best teacher. Xiaomi did not refute immediately after hearing this, but nodded half-heartedly and began to practice the most basic strength, endurance, and speed. Hitting again and again, exhaling, hitting again, exerting force, Xiaomi suddenly felt as if his whole body was full of strength. The delicate little girl before has now become a girl who is good at strength and second in speed. Long Xiangtian finds it a little incredible. This little girl really brings him surprises all the time.
Xiaomi blinked her eyes, moved closer to Brother Long Xiangtian, rubbed against him affectionately, and looked like she was asking for praise. "I feel full of strength, haha, it's really fun!" Xiaomi said with a smile. It's obvious that Xiaomi has developed a strong interest in cultivation. This is good, Xiaomi should make rapid progress.
"Yeah, Xiaomi is the best!" Brother Long Xiangtian was also very pleased. After being rescued by Xiaomi, he was worried about how to repay Xiaomi. Now, a great opportunity came to him. He watched Xiaomi do the movements while pointing and correcting her. If one time is not enough, try twice, if two times are not enough, try three times... Xiaomi finally began to feel a little tired and leaned against the tree closest to her, but her eyes became brighter and more moving.
"Go on!" Xiaomi narrowed his eyes, swayed a little, and started hitting the wooden stakes with interest again.
Xiaomi was giggling like a thief. Long Xiangtian, who was standing by, felt his scalp tingling when he saw her. He hurriedly asked her what was wrong and whether she needed help. Xiaomi shook her head. The sky gradually darkened, and there was a kind of momentum, a momentum that was willing to do anything, even if the tigers roared and the dragons roared. "Go and have a rest, ok?" Long Xiangtian gently touched Xiaomi's head and said with some care.
Xiaomi nodded, turned around and stared into those eyes. In those eyes, there was the same sparkling thing as hers, which was the persistent interest and unremitting pursuit of something. Although they all knew that tonight would be sleepless, no one would fall asleep. Long Xiangtian understood, and Xiaomi also understood, what would be waiting for them tomorrow? They were all very curious. They smiled at each other, and then walked to their respective residences, just waiting for tomorrow to come.
The next morning, early in the day, Xiaomi went to find the old man excitedly. The old man was squatting there practicing martial arts, and even Xiaomi did not dare to interrupt him rashly.
After a long while, the old man stopped, handed over a color, and slowly asked: "Xiaomi, why are you running here so early?"
Xiaomi blinked her big watery eyes and said in a tender voice, "Grandpa, look at how I'm doing?" Then Xiaomi squatted down and started to hit the wooden stake with every move. It was so cruel that if the wooden stake could talk, it would probably be begging for mercy on its knees.
A hint of approval flashed across the old man's eyes, then disappeared.
The old man knew that if he praised her for her good practice, such a good seedling might become proud and die. Therefore, the old man decided to fool her and told her not to give up easily and continue to practice. Because, practice is endless. Xiaomi's current level of practice is only a scoop of water among the three thousand weak waters, a rose among thousands of roses, and a star among the stars in the sky. She still has a long way to go.
Thinking of this, the old man pretended to be angry, his face darkened and became so gloomy that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.
He strode forward, staring at Xiaomi intently, and spoke in a somewhat indifferent tone: "Xiaomi, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but your training is really not that good. Look at yourself, you can't exert much strength in your hands, and in terms of physical strength, you can only last for a few dozen minutes. To be honest, this training is not suitable for a girl like you, and it's smart to retreat when you encounter difficulties." Xiaomi was stunned for a long time before she realized that her grandfather was really scolding her. She pouted unconvincedly.
"I don't... I don't. Even if you don't let me practice, I still want to practice." Xiaomi pouted and said unconvinced.
The old man said in a serious tone: "I am not joking with you, nor am I trying to persuade you. I am just telling you not to practice anymore." The old man deliberately made his tone a little fierce, with the elements of scolding and admonition from an elder. Xiaomi turned around and walked to the wooden stake, not listening to the old man's words at all. While hitting the wooden stake, he muttered something angrily. If someone walked closer, they would definitely hear what Xiaomi said clearly: "What? I want to practice, not only practice but also practice well!" After that, she clenched her little fists and began to practice one by one.