I don’t know when it started, but Leng Xiaobai nullified his habit of persisting for three years. Perhaps it was because of the pride that shouldn’t be a little bit, or maybe it was a degree of slackness to a certain extent. He had not gotten up early to practice swords for a long time, so that the hand holding the sword was not as stable as before, and he would even lose his hand because of his own faults.

That night, the four people were all very good in the dilapidated yard. Leng Xiaobai did not have strong suspicion of Tang Chi because of his sudden appearance. Perhaps because of his great face.

No matter what you do, it will never start. After the washing of time, you will constantly train yourself to be able to do something skillfully. It will take a long time to do it. It is not one year, two years, but ten or twenty years. Being proficient in one thing and turning that thing into your own habit. This is a very difficult process and a fulcrum that can make a person stand up.

The difference between July and the cold winter is that it will light up early. People who have concerns will not sleep too much, especially when they wake up at dawn. Leng Xiaobai's eyes are like setting an alarm. Even if no one calls him at the time, they will wake up naturally.

Zhan Lu Jian, who has always been by his side, never let go even when he is sleeping.

Tips out of the woodshed door, Tang Chi Zaoyao sat there in his hand, still the same cup as before, and the steaming tea in the cup.

"Brother Leng got up so early?"

Tang Chi looked at the street outside, and there were only peddlers passing by in groups of three or three. The tea in the river burned his lips and didn't have time to react. The beauty Han, who was standing beside him, wanted to stop him. Seeing Tang Chi put the tea bowl on the table indifferently, she was already thinking that the cup of tea in her hand was so hot.

"Look at the peddlers outside, in order to live better, they have to do a lot of such things every day. Whether it is the cold winter and hot summer, they have to endure such a life. They also have complaints in their hearts. After complaining, they have to continue to do what they have to do every day. Someone has done this for them when they are born. What they have to do is to live more difficult. It is always easy to say it, but it is too difficult to do it."

Leng Xiaobai was holding a branch in the yard and began to practice the sword technique that had been put down for a long time. Tang Chi looked very carefully. He looked at such boring and boring sword technique very seriously. Even though Leng Xiaobai was using the most basic sword technique now, he was very skilled in sword technique. For less than three or four years, he was doing this every day. Until he arrived in Fuyang City, his floating conceit in his heart made him throw away the most basic thing.

"The sword technique is very good. Those who practice morning exercises are all such ordinary moves. You should know that the moves that can kill people and those who can save lives in critical moments are all such most basic moves."

Leng Xiaobai practiced the Nine Swords method, which is a very basic move that swordsmen know. In those places where books are sold, you can buy one with a few copper plates, and some people will buy one to read it. However, martial arts practice cannot be done overnight. One thing can be done for a long time. Very few can be done.

"Brother Tang praised me. This is just the most common thing. However, Brother Tang can have leisure to drink tea in such a place. I admire this calm state of mind."

Leng Xiaobai thought that after he came out of Kyoto, his mentality was a little wrong. Masters of the Grandmaster level could establish sects in the world, but there were differences in the level of masters. Of course, there would not be many people in the face of difficulties for those who were not famous to do something. Even if someone was embarrassed, it would not be too big a problem as long as he used money to get it through. I thought that this would not be so simple.

"I am a famous bad guy in the world. Although I defected from the Tang Sect, it was just a trick that the old man wanted me to go back. Those people in the world could not really treat me as a traitor from the Tang Sect. Naturally, no one will find trouble to find me on my head."

Tang Chi picked up the bowl of tea on the table, and did not drink it directly this time, but tried the water temperature in advance and confirmed that it would not burn him. This was how he started drinking it leisurely.

"What Brother Tang taught me before was that doing something very easy can be done by everyone. It is not that easy to do it over the years. There are still people who give up halfway, and there is no road that has an end. Someone once said this sentence, and it is only now that I understand the profound meaning of it. Thank you to Brother Tang."

Leng Xiaobai's sincerity was not mixed with anything else, just like when Tang Chi first treated him, he did not do anything because of his slackness or recklessness. He just made some thoughts on persuasion. Similarly, sincerity is manifested, not spoken with his mouth.

"Whoever tells me a lesson or not, you call me Brother Tang. Although we are not those thieves, we are not those who meet by chance. We always have to express something differently."

Tang Chi looked at the teapot on the table. The teapot was no longer so hot, but warm.

The sun, which had never asked for leave, still rose from the east at that time. The first ray of sunshine was mixed with a hint of chill that had not dissipated in the middle of the night. With a breeze slapped the two of them randomly, it seemed to be gently caressing them.

"I came from Taipingli yesterday, from Kyoto. According to reliable sources, the man was called Haydao. There are two things to come here, one is to solve you here."

Leng Xiaobai knows little about Hats. Bai Wuren talked to him about the masters of that era. Sixteen years is enough for many newcomers in the world. For example, this man named Hats is a knife from Meng'an, Taibao. He is not very sharp, but it is a very useful knife. Few evil people who attack will rarely appear.

Tang Chi knows this world a little more than Leng Xiaobai, not too much, it is enough to deal with that person at this time.

There was a man standing outside the door. He stood here all night. If Leng Xiaobai went out the night before, the one who greeted him was the unsharp but very useful hatchet. He stood there all night, physically and mentally exhausted, he did not leave immediately, but walked in without Tang Chi's permission and looked at Leng Xiaobai who had finished his morning exercise.

"I've waited for you all night. You should have two tricks with me and pay the price for the wrong things you have done."

Hattan looked at Leng Xiaobai and said, his eyes were as rough as the hatchet in his hand, as well as his unconcealed murderous intent, and the bowl of tea that Tang Chi poured on his face without hesitation.

"People who come in without the permission of the owner cannot be considered guests. In my eyes, people who are not guests can only be thieves. I don't want to have any entanglements with those in Kyoto. If you leave now, I can leave without blame."
Chapter completed!