As Tenhiro Budokan's swordsmanship instructor, Zuo Yi held a Dan Professional Swordsmanship Rank 3 certificate.
This was the minimum requirement to become a swordsmanship instructor. According to the rules of Da Xia's Martial Arts Alliance, gladiators and swordsmen below Professional Swordsmanship Rank 3 were not allowed to be instructors in the dojo.
Therefore, when the students who had signed up with Sun Qiang found out that Zuo Yi only had a Professional Swordsmanship Rank 3 certificate, they were unwilling to learn from him. They even threatened to refund their tuition fees.
If Zuo Yi had a Professional Swordsmanship Rank 9 certificate, then the situation would be completely different.
Only Sun Qiang stayed behind.
The reason why he was willing to learn from Zuo Yi was actually quite funny. It was because he did not want to hang out with Zhao Shaohui, who reminded him of those delinquents who bullied him.
Moreover, Sun Qiang's goal in learning swordsmanship was not to become a professional swordsman. He only wanted to learn some self-defense skills and lose weight.
However, after learning from Zuo Yi for a week, he realized that he had hit the jackpot!
Even though Zuo Yi had only taught him a few things — a few days ago, he had only learned a single movement, and today, he had learned a sword technique. Both were very simple content, but he could feel the changes in his body.
Zuo Yi's true strength was definitely not at the level of a Professional Swordsmanship Rank 3!
Therefore, Sun Qiang was extremely envious of the Bao 'er.
However, even though he was envious, he was still full of enthusiasm for his swordsmanship. He swung his sword again and again, and soon entered a state of selflessness.
Actually, the little fatty did not need to be envious of the Bao 'er. He would never receive the treatment of a biological daughter.
In fact, he was already extremely lucky.
Even in the high-dimensional world of Sadeya, only the direct descendants of the royal family of the most powerful empires were qualified to receive the guidance of a Sage-Level Knight.
In other words, Sun Qiang was currently enjoying the treatment of a prince of an empire.
This level of luck was almost the same as spending 2 yuan to win a 10 million grand prize. It was something that could only be found by chance!
Zuo Yi, on the other hand, didn't pay any attention to the lucky fatty. He was fully focused on guiding Bao 'er in the Faston Court's Cross Sword Style.
The Faston Royal Family's Cross Sword Technique was a secret technique of the Faston Royal Family.
In other words, the highest level of this swordsmanship was comparable to that of a Legendary Knight. The history of this swordsmanship was as long as a thousand years. During this period of time, it had been tempered and refined by countless high-level powerhouses of the royal family, and it had reached a near-perfect level.
Zuo Yi hadn't mastered the Farston Crossguard Sword, but it was more than enough to teach Bao 'er.
Although he didn't have much experience in this sword art, he relied on his unparalleled strength and outstanding talent in the way of the sword to create the basic moves of the Farston Cross Sword for Bao'er.
Zuo Yi silently activated his impetus and enveloped Bao 'er in the most gentle way possible, helping her to accurately complete the practice without making a single mistake.
Moreover, this form of training, whether it was the movement posture or the way of exerting force, was 100% compatible with the condition of her bones and muscles. It could not only strengthen the body, but also not have a negative impact on her body's growth and development.
It sounded simple, but if Zuo Yi's control of his own strength hadn't reached the peak of perfection, he wouldn't have been able to do this.
It was like dancing on the tip of a knife, carving on tofu, or carving words on rice grains. His skills had advanced to the Dao, and his skills were divine!
In Bao 'er's mind, being hugged and taught by her father like this was an interesting thing to do.
She swung the Dragonblood Cross Sword in her hand, slashing vertically, slashing diagonally, sweeping horizontally, stabbing straight, lifting upwards...
Unknowingly, she had deeply engraved the most basic moves of the Faston Court's Cross Sword Style into her memory.
"Baby, are you tired?"
After practicing for about half an hour, Zuo Yi stopped.
He let go of Bao 'er and reached out to wipe away the sparkling sweat on the little girl's forehead. He lovingly said, "Let's stop practicing here for today. Drink some water and rest."
Bao 'er was only four years old. Practicing for this long was already her limit. Any more and it would be detrimental to her body.
"Okay."
Bao 'er nodded. Her rosy cheeks were filled with excitement. "Daddy, practicing the sword is so fun!"
The little fatty, who was toiling in front of the sword doll, wanted to cry when he heard this.
Woof!
Teck brought a towel with him from somewhere and placed it in front of Bao 'er, wagging his tail in a flattering manner.
The towel looked very clean.
"Atay is so good!"
Bao 'er patted his head and gave him a "head patting kill" reward.
Zuo Yi brought over a cup of warm water for Bao 'er to drink and rehydrate.
At this moment, Zuo Yi noticed that Xiaoqiang was still sweating profusely. He said to him, "You should rest too."
The little fatty's learning spirit was commendable, but practicing the sword wasn't something that could be done overnight. Hard work and perseverance were necessary, but they couldn't exceed the necessary limits. Otherwise, it would destroy the body.
Sun Qiang stopped, panting. He wiped his sweat and brought the lunchbox over to Bao 'er to curry favor. "Little Junior Sister, do you want to eat some snacks? My mom made them. They're delicious! "
The little fatty looked simple on the outside but was actually smart on the inside. He knew that pleasing Zuo Yi was far better than pleasing Bao 'er.
"Thank you, Big Brother."
Bao 'er politely refused. "I'm not hungry."
Sun Qiang scratched his head.
Then, he saw Teck staring at the lunchbox in his hand with a greedy look.
The little fatty's heart skipped a beat. He immediately opened the lunchbox and displayed the delicious snacks stored inside. He asked Teck, "Do you want to eat?"
This fierce little white dog couldn't be taken lightly. He didn't dare to please Zuo Yi, but he couldn't please the Bao 'er either. So, he could only settle for the next best thing, which was to be a pet.
Teck tilted his head and glanced at the little fatty. He gave the little fatty a "at least you know what's good for you" look and let the little fatty experience it for himself.
He didn't immediately pounce on the food. Instead, he turned back to Bao 'er and rubbed his head and wagged his tail coquettishly.
I want to eat, I want to eat!
Bao 'er put her hands on her hips and said with a straight face, "Don't be greedy!"
Atay was good at everything, but he was too greedy!
Feeling wronged, Tex lowered his head and lay on the ground in disappointment.
Bao 'er couldn't bear to see his pitiful appearance.
"It's okay, it's okay …"
Sun Qiang was smart enough. He quickly handed over the lunchbox with both hands and said attentively, "The weather is too hot. If you don't eat these snacks, they will go bad. It would be a pity to waste them!"
Bao 'er hesitated and asked, "Then why don't you eat?"
Sun Qiang said with a bitter face, "I want to lose weight."
Qiang 'er's mom's snacks were delicious, and there were many different kinds of snacks. There were crab roe buns, custard buns, bean paste buns, crystal shrimp dumplings …
Student Xiao Qiang was fed like this.
Now that he was determined to lose weight, he naturally couldn't eat these high-calorie snacks.
However, Qiang 'er's mom forced him to eat so much today.
Bao 'er turned to look at Zuo Yi.
Zuo Yi nodded.
With his father's approval, Bao 'er took the lunchbox from Sun Qiang and said, "Thank you, brother."
"You're welcome, you're welcome!"
Sun Qiang smiled from ear to ear. This time, he finally flattered. It was not easy!
Sun Qiang's lunchbox was three layers high. It was so heavy that Bao 'er almost couldn't carry it.
She put the lunchbox on the stool next to her, took a crab roe bun and handed it to Teck. "Atay, you eat it."
Teck immediately jumped up with full health. His eyes were bright as he took the crab roe bun from Bao 'er.
Ah woo!
The crab roe bun disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The bun was too small. He swallowed it directly and didn't taste anything, so he looked at Bao 'er eagerly.
Bao 'er couldn't do anything about it, so she took another one.
The snacks in the lunchbox disappeared quickly. Soon, Teck gobbled them all up.
Then the second and third lunchbox.
All three boxes of snacks were gone.
Bao 'er finally realized the situation and felt very embarrassed. "Brother Sun Qiang, I'm sorry."
She had to criticize Teck again. "Look at you!"
Teck turned to look at Sun Qiang with a threatening look. So what if you eat it all? Do you have a problem with that?
He wouldn't be nice to Little Fatty just because he ate a few boxes of snacks!
"It's okay, it's okay!"
Sun Qiang shook his head like a rattle-drum. "It's best if you eat it all. It's the best!"
Zuo Yi couldn't help but laugh. He patted Little Fatty on the shoulder and said, "Young man, you have a bright future."
Sun Qiang laughed foolishly. His bones felt lighter.
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