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June 12th, the third day back in Chengdu, was still filled with meetings.

As the hour of Chen (7-9 AM) drew to a close, the second meeting of the day commenced, focusing on summarized reports of merit submissions and prospective award lists from various battlefields. This was a meeting where he only needed to listen and didn't require much input. However, as he sipped his hot tea, he still noticed Ning Ji's commendation for a Third-Class Merit.

The compilation of military merit awards had begun shortly after the cessation of hostilities. The continuous six-month war had produced countless heartwarming stories from various departments, including those at the front lines, logistics, and behind enemy lines. Some heroes had even perished. To ensure that their deeds and stories were not forgotten, active efforts to commend them were encouraged across all military units.

After nearly a month of comparisons, the overall list was now finalized. After listening to the summaries and a few minor disputes, Ning Yi nodded in approval, singling out Ning Ji's name and saying, "This Third-Class Merit is not approved. Proceed with the rest."

Several people below exchanged glances, hesitating for a moment. Then, Chief of the General Staff Li Yi spoke up, "Ning Ji's Third-Class Merit has been discussed internally several times. We believe it is well-deserved. We had originally planned to recommend him for a Second-Class Merit. He killed many enemies during this war, including a Jurchen centurion, captured two puppet regime generals, and killed Jin scouts. On one occasion, he even rescued a regiment that had fallen into danger, and he was wounded several times... Moreover, he is skilled in medicine within the medical team and has saved many lives. Many soldiers remember him..."

As Li Yi spoke, he selected a stack of files from under the table and handed them to Ning Yi.

After the Southwest War ended, Ning Yi and Qu Zhengyan quickly went to Hanzhong. During the month-plus of post-war winding down, Li Yi oversaw most of the specific tasks. He had obviously deliberated on the matter of Ning Ji's merit for a long time. Ning Yi took the files, looked through them, and then pressed his forehead.

"He's only thirteen years old, and according to this, he's killed over twenty people already. And we're going to give him a Third-Class Merit? He'll be insufferable..."

"This is killing the enemy..."

"Yes, an act of heroism..."

"We need to encourage him..."

A chorus of voices began. Ning Yi's gaze swept over them. Hou Wu, who was responsible for logistics, said, "Actually, the militia in the rear also reported two children for Third-Class Merits. One discovered a large group of deserters, quickly raised the alarm, and later even picked up a pitchfork and killed one of them. He's about the same age as Ning Ji..."

"Yes, in the countryside, thirteen or fourteen-year-olds are already running households..."

"..."

Ning Yi rubbed his forehead, feeling a little tired, "Alright, other people's meritorious service is earned by fighting their way out of desperate situations. He's a thirteen-year-old child. His achievements sound impressive, but he's always been with elite troops. When he's been in danger, several medical masters have prioritized protecting him. When he's been on the front lines, he's either been with the main medical camp or with the elite squads led by Zheng Qiming and others. His merits are due to the people around him. When his comrades are sacrificed, it's more or less related to him. He can't take this credit."

He crossed out Ning Ji's name.

"Anyone who disagrees can come and find me."

...

Four meetings were held in one morning.

At noon, Ning Xi arrived. The young man, who had turned eighteen at the end of March, was dressed in a black military uniform, his figure upright and full of youthful vigor. The father and son sat down to lunch together. Ning Xi first reported on the work he had been responsible for over the past month, then exchanged心得 about several delicacies with his father, and finally brought up the matter of Ning Ji.

"...Second Brother was withdrawn from the front lines in early May. I wanted to persuade him to return to school as you said, but the aftermath of various battles hasn't been completed yet, and he's unwilling. He only promised to re-enroll in the autumn when things have returned to normal... At that time, he was still in the mood to match wits with me, but later, Mother arranged for Aunt Chan to take him to visit Dr. Yan Biao and the families of several other fallen soldiers. As you know, Dad, the atmosphere wasn't good. He's been somewhat affected since he came back..."

"Affected much?"

"I don't know, he's just a bit taciturn, not as cheerful as before."

"Second Brother has always been quieter than you."

"No, Dad, it's a kind of taciturnity with worries on his mind. Think about it, he's a fourteen-year-old child. Even though he's seen a lot of blood on the battlefield, he's only seen the heroic side. This is his first formal contact with the issue of family resettlement in the rear, which is related to him after all... He must be feeling bad."

"Where is he stationed now?"

"Still a military doctor. Isn't the preliminary selection for the martial arts tournament starting recently? He's assigned to the venue as a doctor, watching people fight every day."

"He didn't say he wanted to participate?"

"Dad, this is very strange. That's what I thought at first too. He would definitely want to join in this kind of excitement, especially since there's a junior arena. But I didn't even have to劝 him this time. He figured it out himself. He took the initiative to say he didn't want to participate. I arranged for him to treat injuries at the venue, and he didn't seem very excited either. I got a cold shoulder..."

"And then?"

"We talked a few times. There's only one thing, Second Brother seemed quite happy about."

"..."

"Military merit badge, Dad."

"...I didn't expect you to be the first one to come and raise objections."

Ning Xi looked at Ning Yi with clear eyes and stated the purpose of his visit. Ning Yi looked at him and smiled wryly.

Ning Xi then said, "Second Brother's merits on the front lines this time were indeed earned with his life on the line. Originally, a Second-Class Merit wouldn't have been excessive. It was only reduced to a Third-Class Merit considering that he's your son. This merit is a recognition of his efforts over the past year. Dad, he killed so many enemies, and so many comrades died around him. If he could stand on the stage once, and receive a medal alongside others, it would be a great affirmation for him."

Ning Xi's nature was cheerful, and the initial conversation had a lighthearted feel, but when he spoke of this serious matter, his words and expressions became serious. Seeing Ning Yi nod but remain silent, he continued to add.

"Dad, I can guess your general idea of rescinding his merit this time. First, you're afraid of gossip below. Second, it's also to protect him, not wanting him to be in the limelight, becoming a target for others. Or, you may be worried about... some other things."

He paused here, gently clasping his hands together, carefully choosing his words, "For example... you may be worried that after he enters the view of others, some people with ulterior motives... won't just want to harm him. They may also try to win him over, create discord... Some people bring not even malice, but goodwill..."

Ning Xi spoke slowly, clearly considering his words carefully. Ning Yi, who had been watching him across the table, picked up his chopsticks and smiled, "Indeed... politics, intrigue, the art of emperors, you've been exposed to it for a while..."

"Dad, I have confidence that the Ning family's descendants will never fight over these things. I know you've always hated these things. You've always hated involving us in these matters, but since we bear the name Ning, some tests must be experienced in the end... The military merit badge is what Second Brother deserves. I think even if there are hidden dangers, the benefits outweigh them, so... I hope you can consider it."

After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips, looking sincere.

The room was silent for a moment. Ning Yi ate a bite of food, looked up, and asked, "What if I still refuse?"

"Your reason for rejecting the medal this morning was that you thought Second Brother's merits didn't match the reality, and that he benefited too much from his comrades. I participated in this merit evaluation, and I did many of the inquiries and recordings. As his older brother, I want to advocate for him. As the person in charge, I have the right to do so. I want to file an appeal, requesting a review of the decision to withdraw the Third-Class Merit. I will invite the people back and have them testify for Second Brother again."

Ning Yi nodded and smiled, "Then go appeal."

"If I succeed in my appeal, you have to acknowledge it."

"Not necessarily,"

"Then I'll appeal anyway."

The father and son finished their official business and finished the remaining food. Ning Xi then mentioned a few recent interesting things before bidding farewell, probably to fight for the Third-Class Merit for his younger brother.

It was not yet past noon. Bright sunshine fell into the courtyard outside. It was the height of summer in Chengdu, but it was not hot, and the climate was warm and pleasant. Ning Yi walked around the courtyard for a moment, moved a chair and sat under the huge Phoebe zhennan tree on one side of the courtyard, rays of light streaming through the shade of the tree, landing on his hands.

"It's not hot even in summer, it's like it's fake..."

He looked at the light falling on his hand and murmured to himself. Recalling his previous life, Chengdu seemed to be hotter than it was now? But the memory of the temperature was blurred in the distance, and he couldn't remember it.

At this moment, he was somewhat emotional, recalling the past. On the one hand, it was naturally because of Ning Xi. He had not left any children in that past life, and the matter of teaching and nurturing children was also a new experience for him. However, he had been busy for more than ten years, and in the blink of an eye, Ning Xi was already eighteen years old. Thinking about how this body was not yet forty years old, he suddenly felt old.

And the main reason was the phrase "You've always hated involving us in these matters" in Ning Xi's words. These words should have been told to him by Tan'er, but more or less, they made his mood at this time somewhat complicated.

Under the shade of the tree, the light and shadow were mottled. He recalled his state of mind when he first arrived in Jiangning. Twenty years had passed in the blink of an eye. At that time, he had wanted to settle down quietly in this strange dynasty with a tired mind, and then he had found such quiet. The spring rain in Jiangning, the cicada chirping, the sound of chess along the Qinhuai River, the awning boats on the water, the ruts in the snow in winter, the simple and silly people around him... Originally, he wanted to live like this for the rest of his life.

Now, he had come to this situation again... He looked at the light and shadow on his palm and couldn't help but find it a little funny... More than ten years of war, one desperate fight after another, and now he was still spending his days in meetings, receiving this and that person. The reasons were clear. But to be honest, he hadn't planned on this at first.

He thought in his heart that he was mostly tired, followed by self-deprecation and吐槽, but not to the point of confusion. But in the midst of this, there were indeed some things that he was very wary of and wanted to avoid subconsciously: hoping that the children at home would not be too affected and could have their own paths.

He did things mostly with reason. This emotional inclination was probably only clear to Tan'er, Yunzhu, and others in the family. Moreover, as long as he returned to the level of reason, Ning Yi also knew very well that having come to this point, it was impossible for them not to be affected by him. It was also because of this that Ning Yi did not reject Tan'er and others teaching Ning Xi how to manage the family, how to strategize, how to understand people's hearts and the world, and even incorporating some imperial studies.

He would not be emperor, and Ning Xi would not become the crown prince, but as the successor of the Ning family's power, the burden would mostly fall on his shoulders. Fortunately, Ning Xi was sensible and had a gentle nature that could accommodate things. In most cases, even if he was not there, there would be no major problem with him protecting the safety of his family.

But for the children that would come after, Ning Yi more or less wanted to erect a barrier for them, at least to prevent them from entering similar areas to Ning Xi.

The eldest basically understood some of the reasons for not giving the Second Child a military merit badge. Although he would not be emperor, a period of governance was inevitable. Most of the personnel, both external and internal, would find it difficult to clearly believe in this concept until a new power transition had officially taken place. Then, even if Ning Xi did not have a title for a while, he would be considered the "crown prince" by those with ulterior motives. And once Ning Ji also strongly entered the foreground, many people would regard him as Ning Xi's runner-up competitor.

The external malice was easy to deal with, but once a cycle of interests was formed internally, the two children would be affected more or less. Their relationship was solid at the moment, but what about in the future? What if Ning Ji, a fourteen-year-old child, was praised and instigated by others? Ning Xi had confidence in everything at the moment and could roughly summarize it verbally, but alas...

How much darkness in the world had the eighteen-year-old young man really seen?

He sat under the tree thinking about all this, knowing on the one hand that thinking too much was useless, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but think, and couldn't help but sigh at his premature aging.

At this time, the city of Chengdu outside must be bustling with activity. Merchants, literati, warriors, and various people with or without ulterior motives had already gathered in the land of Sichuan.

Several places in the city carrying various ideas of propaganda and debate had already begun. Ning Yi prepared several newspapers, starting by criticizing Confucianism and the drawbacks of the Wu Dynasty, and proclaiming the reasons for the great victory of the Hua夏 Army. Then, he accepted the投放 of various rebuttal manuscripts, creating an atmosphere of great discussion in Chengdu, day after day. Along with this discussion, the framework of the Hua夏 Army's institutional design had also been released, and was also subject to criticism and questioning.

The Hua夏 Army's opening of its doors was announced in late April and early May. Due to travel reasons, all of this only began to take shape in June. Taking advantage of the first great victory against the Jin, many scholars and literati, strategists with political ambitions, and schemers, even if they harbored malice towards the Hua夏 Army, were curious and gathered over. The debate-style newspapers that collected and published manuscripts every day had now become these people's paradise. Yesterday, someone with deep pockets even asked how much it would cost to directly acquire a newspaper workshop and skilled workers. Presumably, a foreign豪族, seeing the Hua夏 Army's open attitude, wanted to try to establish its own mouthpiece.

Ning Yi held a welcoming attitude towards those who wanted to play. He was only afraid that there was not enough vitality and that the arguments were not lively enough. The main line of the Hua夏 Army's regime in the future was to promote capital expansion with productivity. The ideology in the middle was only auxiliary. On the contrary, in the lively争吵, the evolution of productivity would destroy the old relations of production and create new relations of production, thereby forcing the development and emergence of various supporting ideas. Of course, it was still too early to say these things at the moment.

The forum-style newspaper became a paradise for literati and elites. For ordinary people, the most eye-catching thing was probably the "World's First Martial Arts Tournament" for the adult and youth groups that had already begun registration and selection. This martial arts tournament was not just about martial arts. In addition to the擂台赛, there were also several events such as long-distance running, long jump, shot put, and蹴鞠. Sea selection rounds were held, and the official event was probably not until July or August, but even some small events for preheating had already aroused a lot of discussion and pursuit.

In the final analysis, it was the Hua夏 Army that defeated the Jin army. Then, in theory, the Hua夏 Army was the most capable force at the moment. Being able to stand out on the stage of the Hua夏 Army's territory would probably be an attractive thing for warriors all over the world.

Ning Yi did not have much time to participate in these activities. He only returned to Chengdu on the ninth day and had to grasp the progress of all things in the big direction. What he could participate in was only a series of tedious meetings.

And it was also because he had already defeated Zonghan that he was able to sigh矫情 between these meetings: "Why am I doing this..."

He sat in the shade of the Phoebe zhennan tree for a while, and there was no time for a nap. There were only two meetings this afternoon. After the second meeting, it was not yet Shen Shi (3-5 PM). Ning Yi asked someone about the place where Ning Ji was currently residing, and then summoned Du Sha to lead the team to leave the駐地 and head over there.

The security of Ning Yi and others after entering Chengdu had originally been considered. The temporarily chosen residence was still relatively secluded. There were not many pedestrians on the road after coming out. Ning Yi lifted the car curtain to look at the scenery outside. Chengdu was an ancient city, and it had been the seat of prefectures and counties for several dynasties. The Hua夏 Army did not cause too much damage in the process of taking over. In the afternoon sun, the roads were lined with ancient trees, and the trees in some courtyards also stretched out dense branches from the courtyard walls, 接叶交柯, merging into a refreshing tree shade.

Ning Yi looked at it for a while and said to Du Sha, "It seems like there are fewer people who want to kill me recently?"

Du Sha, who was sitting beside him with a knife on his back, laughed, "Of course there are, but fewer people dare to do it."

"The world is going downhill. Those who practice martial arts are starting to be cowardly. When I was in charge of the Secret Intelligence Division, I震威天下..." Ning Yi sighed exaggeratedly, waving his sleeves and making the pretense of an old scholar recalling the past.

Du Sha also laughed, "We were still窝 in Miaojiang at that time... Actually, according to the people outside, you are now in a situation where you have achieved your goal. It's too late to assassinate you, and you can't kill you. At the moment, they are more focused on Ning Xi and his gang of children. They can't use many tricks against the Jurchens. Those with slightly reckless personalities can't move an inch if they go north. But when it comes to attacking the southwest, the way of纵横, the art of鬼谷, and the art of诡变 have been heard many times recently. There are many daydreamers who have come to Chengdu this time."

Ning Yi didn't have any thoughts about these daydreamers, and only asked, "Are there any outstanding martial arts figures who have come recently?"

"I haven't heard of many either." Du Sha had spent most of his time as Ning Yi's bodyguard in recent years, and had less contact with the outside greenwoods. He frowned and thought at this time, and said a few names. Ning Yi had no impression of most of them: "Doesn't it sound like there are many powerful ones? What about Cui Xiaolü, the紅顏白首, who is famous all over the world..."

Du Sha smiled, "Many of the old generation of greenwoods have died at your hands, and many more have died in the Central Plains being沦陷 and the Jurchens肆虐 in recent years. Many of those who can emerge today have actually fought their way out of the battlefield or逃难. They have skills, but things are different now than before. Even if they make a little name, it can't spread far... And what you're talking about are old calendars from many years ago. Before the圣公 rebelled, that Cui girl was just a传闻. It was said that a girl was betrayed and framed, and after一夜白头, she killed everyone in all directions. It's hard to say whether it's true or not. Anyway, no one has ever seen her."

"Ah." Ning Yi paused slightly, "Speaking of the several grandmasters in the传闻 back then, you are the only one I have never seen. I had been looking forward to it very much all these years. The way you say it, we are really old."

"One generation of newcomers replaces the old. Don't mention紅顏白首. Just say the 圣公,云龙九现, and Sikong Nan, who died at the hands of Chen Fan, more than ten years ago. How many people can remember them now? And you also said before that once the fire槍 comes out, the era of the greenwoods will soon end. You are concerned about the大事 of the country every day... Why are you suddenly concerned about the martial arts world again?"

Ning Yi sat up straight and smiled: "I still had a little bit of feeling back then. When I was in the Secret Intelligence Division, I was thinking of arranging a few list of heroes for them, and鎮压 the world for decades. Unfortunately, I hadn't started it yet when the war started. Thinking about my name as the血手人屠... It's not响亮 enough, and the limelight was stolen by a Zhou Zhe. Forget it, you don't understand this feeling."

"...I don't quite understand." Du Sha吐槽 calmly, "Actually, if we're talking about the greenwoods, your two wives are top-notch grandmasters. There's no need to pay attention to the young people in Chengdu today. In addition, there's young Ning Ji. According to his current progress, he has a high possibility of横压 the greenwoods and打遍 the world in the future. He will be the most capable member of your Ning family. Whatever you want, he can help you realize it."

"Du Sha... Do you think I'm the kind of person who would hand over my dreams to my children to fulfill?"

Ning Yi's face was solemn and serious. Du Sha looked at him and frowned slightly. After a while, the two old men laughed in the car. Ning Yi's feeling of wanting to be the best in the world back then had been heard by most of the people who were relatively close in recent years. He would occasionally bring it up when he was in a good mood. Naturally, people like Du Sha would not take it seriously. Occasionally, when the atmosphere was harmonious, they would bring up his record of using a Fan Tian Yin to kill Lu Tuo and laugh for a while.

The team walked in such an atmosphere for half an hour before approaching a courtyard in the east of the city. Several soldiers in plain clothes could be seen guarding the trees outside the courtyard gate. The people were guards who followed Xigua, and they all knew each other. Obviously, Xigua was visiting the children inside at this time. Someone wanted to go in and report, but Ning Yi waved his hand, and then let Du Sha and the others wait outside, and pushed the door to enter.

The courtyard where Ning Ji was arranged to live was a deserted courtyard that had been abandoned for a long time. It could not be said to be luxurious, but the space was not small. In addition to Ning Ji, the上头 also prepared to arrange the other doctors from this martial arts tournament to come in, but it had not been properly arranged for a while. After Ning Yi entered, he bypassed the front yard that had not been completely cleaned, and saw a ground of wood in the backyard, all of which had been split in half with a knife. Ning Ji was sitting under the eaves talking to Xigua.

"...When fighting on the battlefield, with one slash, you must never hold back, and you must kill the enemy in one slash. You can't take into account many fancy ideas in the sword skills. I've tried it many times, and I know that the army knife that Dad built back then is really powerful. It's heavy in the front and light in the back, and the arc is inward. Although there are not many tricks, the sudden slash is extremely powerful. These days, I've been asking people to throw wood from around, and as long as you're quick-eyed and quick-handed, you can split them one by one in the air. In this way, maybe you can come up with a set of useful knife skills... I don't know what Dad was thinking, to be able to create such a knife..."

What Ning Ji was talking about at this time was naturally the army knife, similar to a kukri, that his father had built back then. Ning Yi felt comfortable listening outside. This knife was built back then for experimentation, but because there were no matching training methods, he didn't use it much. He didn't expect to win his son's admiration.

While Ning Ji was speaking inside, Xigua, who was not wearing military uniform but only a light blue dress, shook her head.

"...The battlefield is the battlefield. On the battlefield, you have the help of your comrades. You're fighting for the strongest blood勇 in a short period of time. Naturally, you have to do your best in one slash. But are you going to go to the battlefield and fight with people with knives in the future? The fire槍 has come out, and the帝江 has also come out. What's the use of you, a child, practicing the strongest slash? You'll encounter greenwoods killings in the future. Maybe dozens of people will come to刺杀 you. Even if you can split one person's head with one slash, what can you do? The others will swarm up and kill you!"

Xigua's face was frosty, and her words were stern: "The more extreme the characteristics of weapons, the more they seek to hold to the correct and middle ground. The sword is soft, so it emphasizes integrity. The gun only injures people with its blade, so it emphasizes attack and defense properly. The knife is domineering, and what it忌讳 is being able to release but not收. This is all the experience of many years. If a martial artist only seeks the霸道 of one slash every time, he will die after fighting a few times. How will he have a future. The predecessor Zuo Chuanshu's *Knife Classic* says..."

Xigua didn't read much when she was young. She frowned at the之乎者也 over the years, but she really had a true master style when it came to刀法. Presumably this was the foundation laid for her by her father-in-law Liu Dabiao. Ning Yi listened for a while and saw that both of them had discovered him, so he walked in. Ning Ji got up and saluted, calling him Dad. Xigua just stood up, pursed her lips, and looked like, 'I haven't finished訓 the child yet, what are you doing here?'

Ning Yi touched his son's head and realized that he seemed to have grown taller again after not seeing him for two months: "Your Auntie Gua's刀法 is unparalleled in the world. You still have to listen to her words." This was nonsense. Ning Ji had grown up all the way, and the师父 he had experienced ranged from Hong Ti to Xigua, from Chen Fan to Du Sha. What he heard was these people's 訓. In contrast, Ning Yi did not have much to teach him directly in terms of martial arts. He could only play a similar role in terms of "Fan Tian Yin killed Lu Tuo," "血手人屠 taught Zhou Tong," and "Shocked the魔佛陀."

After saying this, he thought for a while and decided to teach the child some truly useful principles.

"But speaking of it, experience can be learned. The principles in the *Knife Classic* have to be used with discretion and must be distinguished. You must know that the more a thing develops in its early stages, the more it will produce many statements that people can't understand but feel are very powerful. So the more things that sound不明觉厉, the more vigilant you must be. On the contrary, the more you study this kind of thing, the more clearly you can state it, and even it will only become a collection of data..."

"Martial arts is also like this. What your Auntie Gua wants to remind you is that the direction of practicing martial arts should be comprehensive, and don't indulge in one direction. But the exploration of how to deliver the strongest punch and cut out the most powerful slash is certainly useful. In the future, we may record all of a martial artist's training from childhood to adulthood. What you eat will make the strength in your hands the strongest, and what angle you use to slash will make this slash the fastest. But at the same time, we have to record how to use these experiences, how people react the most敏捷. While being敏捷, we may also have to think about how to balance it, how to maintain敏捷 and strength while retaining the greatest stamina, and how it is the most reasonable..."

"At that time, practicing martial arts will no longer be mysterious at all. So, the problem with the *Knife Classic* is that there are too many mysterious expressions in the middle... Forget it, just remember these things first..."

As Ning Yi said this, Ning Ji seemed to understand, his head nodding. Xigua, who was on the side,扁了 mouth and眯了 her eyes, finally couldn't help but walk over and put a hand on Ning Ji's shoulder: "Okay, what do you know about刀法? You're teaching children here. My dad doesn't dare to say bad things about the *Knife Classic*."

Ning Yi looked at her and then失笑: "I'm not saying that the *Knife Classic* is really bad, but times are progressing, and everyone's perspective on the problem will change."

"It's okay if you lie to other people outside, but don't teach the child wrong when he's practicing the knife!"

"What do you mean by teaching him wrong? I also have my own心得 in刀法. Come here, I want to educate you."

Ning Yi smiled and walked to the side, waving his hand. Xigua also walked over: "...What心得 do you have? That little心得 you have..."

"...Back then in Hangzhou, I practiced diligently and improved rapidly, and slashed Tang Kou with one knife..."

"...I can chop ten Tang Kous barehanded..."

"...This thing is not... No, you're吹牛吧 you, Tang Kou has been dead for so many years, there's no confrontation, he was very厉害 back then...吧..."

Ning Yi and Xigua turned their backs to this side, and their voices were transmitted,针锋相对.

"...Anyway, you're just teaching the child randomly..."

"...What do you understand? When it comes to using a knife, you may be a little bit better than me, but when it comes to teaching people... All these years, Hong Ti and you have been laying the foundation for him. Hong Ti taught him sword skills, you taught him刀法, Chen Fan taught him拳法, Du Sha and the others taught him刀法 again, Xiao Hei passed on the Thirteen Taibao's横练金钟罩 when he had nothing to do, Yuwen Feidu even dragged him to shoot guns, and he couldn't count the other师父. Which one should he follow? Can he distinguish it... If I hadn't been teaching him basic distinction and thinking, he would have been废 by you..."

"...Then you shouldn't诋毁 the *Knife Classic*..."

"...Is to surpass it to look at things from a higher level..."

"...And how am I only a little bit better than you when it comes to using a knife..."

"...The dyeing workshop is open... One on one..."

"...Haha..."

"...Tonight..."

"...Who's afraid of you..."

"...Kill you..."

The sun in the sky turned into the緋紅 of the sunset, and the couple in the courtyard那边 were絮絮叨叨, and their words were散碎. The man even stretched out his finger and pointed it above the woman's chest, as a挑衅. Ning Ji waited for a while here, and finally turned his head away. He walked a little farther before opening his mouth over there.

"Dad! Auntie Gua! Listen to my劝!"

The couple turned their heads.

"Have a fight."

The少年 made a sincere suggestion.

Ning Yi微微愣了愣, and then哈哈大笑 in the courtyard in the setting sun. Xigua's face was red, and then her figure roared, and her skirt moved, and the wooden blocks on the ground flew towards Ning Ji.

"阿瓜, teach him a lesson."

Ning Yi gave instructions to the打手 in the laughter. After that, what happened in the courtyard was the scene of a pair of parents谆谆教导 their children. When the setting sun was deeper, the three of them ate dinner together in this courtyard, and Ning Ji smiled more.

After dinner, there were still two meetings waiting for Ning Yi in the city. He left the courtyard and returned to his busy work. Xigua stayed here longer, assessing Ning Ji's martial arts, and didn't leave until near midnight, probably to find Ning Yi to讨回 the ground she lost arguing during the day.

Ning Ji thought about it and found it particularly interesting: His father had rarely taken action in front of people in recent years, but his cultivation and vision were very high after all. He wondered what the scene would be like if he really fought with Auntie Gua...

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