After that, Li Changding and his family never met his great-grandfather again. For more than ten days, Li Changding seemed a little depressed. His grandmother Luo Xianyun listened to the guqin music he played, and the sound of the piano was low, with a little sadness and a little bit of wisps, containing reluctance to give up family affection. This was Li Changding's mood, and also the mood of their whole family.

Outside the piano room, Li Yunqi, Luo Xianyun and Li Changding's parents Li Qingyu and Song Yuqin sat together, drinking tea and listening to the piano quietly.

In the piano room, Li Changding's ten fingers changed, and he plucked them slowly. The seven strings trembled and vibrated slightly, making waves of piano sounds, and whispered slightly.

"Don't be lazy! Keep practicing!" Under the scorching sun, an old man in his sixties is guiding a child of seven or eight years old to practice swordsmanship.

"Great grandpa, do you have to practice in the sun? Can't you be in the quiet room? It's so hot, if this continues, I will have heatstroke." Li Changding said deliberately cutely.

"Don't worry, I'm going to learn about the summer medicine. Not to mention that you are unlikely to have heatstroke with your current cultivation level. Even if you have heatstroke, you won't delay your plan to practice swordsmanship if you have these summer medicines."

"Ah!" Li Changding wailed, holding his white and tender little hands on his forehead, and looking at the old man with a pair of smart big eyes, pitiful.

"Bang!" The old man knocked Li Changding's little head with the wooden sword in his hand.

"Ah!" Li Changding screamed in pain.

"Don't pretend! Keep practicing. You can't even stand such a little bit of pain. You are much worse than your grandfather and dad!"

"Oh." Li Changding put away his joking thoughts, picked up the heavy iron sword beside him, stared at the target in front of him, and slashed seriously.

"Everything is the most important thing, and swordsmanship is not exclusive. The foundation of swordsmanship is actually two different things. The first is good physical conditions, and the second is control over the sword." Seeing Li Changding practicing basic swordsmanship in a straightforward manner and carrying out the training plan he arranged, the old man said lightly.

"The so-called good body means that the sword player must have good strength, speed, reaction, flexibility, etc., and the control of the sword depends on whether you can control the sharp blade in your hand. The more literary saying is that the heart reaches the sword, or the mind comes from the sword. Those who cannot control the long sword in their hands, let alone use the sword to fight against the enemy, practicing slightly more complicated sword techniques may hurt themselves. This is a manifestation of weak foundation."

"The control of the sword is specifically reflected in accuracy and neutrality. Holding the sword, you can stab the leaves one meter away with a sword. This means that you have control over the sword, and you will not have the vital points of the enemy's throat during the battle, but it will only scratch someone's neck."

"Of course, thorning leaves is just the first level of practice, and will deepen step by step, gradually increasing the difficulty until the final thorn training."

"Scented incense training?" Li Changding said in confusion.

"Light a stick of incense, stab it out with a sword, and the incense burner is extinguished, and the incense silk is not damaged. To reach this step, you will basically not be in trouble in actual combat."

"So amazing! How long will it take to reach this point!" Li Changding looked yearning.

"Depending on the qualifications, you have to work hard for five years if you have good talent. If you have average talent, don't think about it if you have less than ten years."

"Then great grandfather, what do you think of my talent?" Li Changding looked at his great grandfather with big eyes, looking forward to his face.

"Bang!"

"Ah! Grandpa, you hit me again!"

"Practice your sword well, don't think about these things that are not there." The old man said lightly withdrew the wooden sword.

...

Three years later, in the cold winter month, the world was covered with silver, and the sky was covered with ice and snow.

In the bitter cold wind, a ten-year-old boy was wearing a thin swordsman's uniform and holding a sharp sword. In front of him, the fragrance of three lines was quietly burning, and three wisps of blue smoke rose.

The sword light flashed, the incense head was extinguished, the blue smoke drifted, and the fragrant silk was not damaged.

"Haha! Great grandfather, I only took three years to reach the point where I reached the point of reaching the sword! Two years ahead of the talented person you mentioned!" The little boy turned around and laughed proudly at the old man standing beside him.

Looking at the little boy's flat smile, the old man was not polite at all and slapped his head with the wooden sword in his hand.

The little boy quickly took a step back and waved his sword upwards to block.

The old man slashed the wooden sword under the wooden sword, and the speed of the sword path remained unchanged at all. He only took one step back and then went further. With a "bang!", the wooden sword fell naturally on the little boy's head.

"Ah! Great grandpa! If this continues, I will be beaten to you as a brainless person!"

"It doesn't matter, you are so smart anyway, it doesn't matter if you drop your IQ a little."

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...

In the quiet room, there was a seven-stringed lyre and an incense burner. The little boy was wearing white clothes and sat and played the piano. The sound of the piano was leisurely and the mountains and flowing waters were flowing.

The old man sat quietly beside him, closed his eyes and calmed down, and listened attentively to the wonderful music of the piano.

The indoor sandalwood is covered with zithers and the sound of the piano is like a wonderful place for a god.

The end of the song was over, and the two of them still closed their eyes and said silently, with a quiet and peaceful face, as if they were savoring the wonderful song.

Finally, the old man said, "Yes, your piano skills are already very good. Among the people I know, there are only a few people who can surpass you." Almost all the fifth-level extraordinary figures, so this old man would not say it.

"The difficult grandfather will praise me, and my grandson is really flattered." Li Changding naturally had confidence in his piano skills. In his previous life, he could barely prove his pride music.

"Let's have another song." The old man looked at the seven-string guqin on the table and said lightly, with deep sadness hidden in his deep eyes. Looking at the guqin, he remembered his wife.

"Huh?" Li Changding looked at the old man, then looked at the guqin on the table. The guqin Jiaowei. According to legend, it was a guqin made by Cai Yong, a famous scholar in the Eastern Han Dynasty, with a beautiful tone. It is said that the great-grandfather spent a lot of effort and price to get this guqin, and finally gave it to the great-grandmother as a gift on his 20th birthday.

"No problem." Li Changding gently stroked the piano's face, the melodious sound of the piano sounded, and a beautiful piano music slowly spread out.

...

Li Changding's fingers are slender, white and tender, like jade, and can make many beauties feel jealous.

His ten fingers were agile and elegantly twirling the strings of the piano. The scenes of his past with his great-grandfather surged into his heart. A faint feeling of separation followed, surging and surging. Through his dexterous hands, he turned into notes and vented in the sound of the piano that was flying freely.

With a "contest!", the thinnest string on the piano surface was broken. This is not good for silk strings and it is easy to break, but the metal strings are not as good as silk strings.

After staring at the broken string for a while, Li Changding had an ominous premonition, and the great-grandfather was afraid this time...

He got up and walked to the piano room, looked at his grandfather Li Yunqi, and Li Changding said, "Can the great-grandfather succeed this time? Grandpa, tell the truth."

Li Yunqi is a fifth-level sword immortal. Not only is he immortal in the fifth level, but he is also in the same way as his father. He has the most say in whether his great-grandfather can succeed in this pass.

"If it were just a fifth-level sword immortal, he would be at least 70% to 80% sure based on his father's accumulation. However, his father wanted too much."

"What do great grandpa want? How much is the confidence to succeed?"

"less than 10%.

"What the hell is grandpa want?"

"He wants..." Li Yun paused strangely and finally said, "Father, he wants to go back time!"

Li Changding was completely stunned, not only him, but his parents were the same.

"It's so ridiculous!" Li Qingyu said blankly.

Yes! It's so ridiculous! Don't look at so many novels online that travel through time and space to change history, then you feel that it's easy to go back in time. Not to mention anything else, the famous paradox of going back to kill my childhood grandfather is enough to make time travelers headache.

History cannot change, this is an ironclad fact.

"Because of the great grandma?" Li Changding said suddenly.

Li Yunqi pointed a little.

Li Changding sighed and said in a depressed mood: "I'm sleepy, go to bed."
Chapter completed!