After starting training, Ji Changan understood what Chen Tingxue said about suffering.

He meditated and practiced his energy in the wind and snow against the roaring wind. He carried the surging undercurrent and waved his long sword in the sea. He climbed up the ice peak with a heavy burden.

He was so cold that he was washed away by the cold water, and he fell off the iceberg...

Chen Tingxue's teachings were extremely strict and he showed no mercy.

"no!"

"no."

"It's still not possible!"

"It fell down again? So stupid, how did you live until now!"

“…”

Ji Changan wanted to give up several times.

He repeatedly told himself: Why do you have to work so hard? No one will see it even if you are lazy.

Working hard may not necessarily lead to success, but giving up will definitely be easy.

Then you just say surrender, there is no need to hold on.

...

"Remember what you said before, and choose how to go, you can choose it yourself."

Chen Tingxue's voice came from the top of the iceberg again.

"It's really strict enough, then... come again!"

There was a howling wind in my ears and a steep ice rock in front of me. Ji Chang'an felt fierce in his heart and continued to climb upwards.

He used his hands and feet, reached into a stone, and climbed upwards.

In front of you is the top of the ice peak, there is a fixed wooden board there.

Ji Changan kicked the stone under his feet and jumped forward with all his might.

He leaped in the air, only with his left hand grabbed the wooden board, and his whole body hung in the air!

There is a deep abyss under your feet, and broken ice is constantly sliding down from your head!

Chen Tingxue stretched out a hand.

Ji Changan grabbed the wooden board with his right hand, pushed his head up, supported his body with his left hand, hooked his right foot up, and stepped onto the ice peak himself.

Chen Tingxue smiled.

…………

Chen Tingtao was a little surprised to find that today's Ji Chang'an was a little different from the past.

A little more cold temperament.

It's a bit like his sister is not talking.

Chen Tingxue looked at Ji Chang'an at this moment, and her eyes were full of appreciation.

She clapped her hands and said, "Okay, let's start your battle."

Ji Changan lowered his head, held the sword, and gently flicked it, showing a look of satisfaction: "Then, let's start."

Looking at Ji Changan's every move, Chen Tingtao's eyes became alert and he felt a sense of pressure.

He held the hilt of the sword, and a layer of white mist was shrouded in the wooden sword, and his spiritual power flowed all over his body, making complete preparations.

He doesn't want to lose.

Ji Changan tightly held the wooden sword in his hand, and under his thin hair, his eyes narrowed slightly.

His whole body was filled with spiritual power and he had no extra thoughts in his mind.

The spiritual power that was difficult to control in the past has become like an arm-instructed after being baptized by frost, snow and rain.

He was immersed in this feeling

Ji Changan raised his sword, drew his sword, and stabbed forward!

Chen Tingtao blocked hard, but in vain, he was directly beaten to the ground.

Chen Tingtao gritted his teeth, picked up the sword with some ruthlessness, and shouted: "Come again!"

He didn't believe it anymore. Could it be that he couldn't win even once today?

Ji Changan whispered: "Okay, then come again."

Chen Tingtao was once again beaten to the ground with the same move.

He stood up, his lips trembled: "I don't believe it anymore, come again!"

Ji Changan raised his hand and blocked all his changes, and Chen Tingtao fell down again.

Chen Tingtao raised his head, bit his lip, his eyes full of reluctance, and his voice trembled: "Come again."

Ji Changan felt a little reluctant, but he knocked him down with another sword.

Chen Tingtao fell to the ground 3 times...

5 times...

10 times...

Chen Tingtao climbed up from the ground. His expression was numb. He stopped talking about the words "Return". His eyes were complicated and his lips trembled a few times: "No more."

Ji Changan stretched out his hand and wanted to help him.

Bang!

"Don't touch me."

Chen Tingtao slapped his hand away, stood up, and planned to leave.

"Where do you want to go?" Ji Changan asked.

"I want to be alone, isn't that okay?" Chen Tingtao tried his best to control his emotions and tried to make the voice sound calmer.

"Do you have no idea to be defeated by someone like me who has only been studying for three months?" Ji Changan said in a quiet voice.

"Ha, what can I have? You are a genius, of course I can't do it, so don't bother me." Chen Tingtao patted the dust on his body, and planned to leave.

"Chen Tingtao..."

"Ji! Chang! An! I told you not to bother me, do you understand if you listen!"

"Are you deaf in your ears or blind in your eyes?!" Chen Tingtao turned around, his eyes turned red, and he shouted loudly.

"I am neither deaf nor blind." Ji Chang'an said calmly.

"Then why did you tell me to do?! Can't you tell me that I'm in a bad mood now?" Chen Tingtao grabbed Ji Chang'an's collar.

However, as soon as he grabbed the collar, he let go and sat on the ground with his eyes a little wet.

No one is born optimistic. Neither is he.

"If you lose, you lose. What else can I have? Do you think..." Chen Tingtao wiped his tears, "Do you think I want to lose?"

"No one wants to lose, everyone wants to win. But there are people who will lose in the game, and I am the one who loses. You know that I lost the last time with Wangcheng, and everyone knows it. Just as my sister said, I threw away the old Chen family's face!"

"There are still people behind the scenes, and they say anything. What can I do? I can only smile and pretend to let go. But in fact, who can really let go of her mother's heart?!"

"But what can I do? I'm not that piece of material." Chen Tingtao's nose and tears came out. He wiped his tears while crying.

Ji Changan suppressed the rushing emotions in his heart. He spread his hands and asked a question: "You said you want to become a ninth-level chef, but what have you done in the past two months?"

Before Chen Tingtao could start quibbling, Ji Changan spoke first: "You did nothing."

"I..." Chen Tingtao's expression dimmed in an instant, "I really didn't do anything. You know, when people are sad, they like to eat. Moreover, I am lazy and like to play, and I can't concentrate."

Chen Tingtao's expression was a little confused: "Yes, I want to be a ninth-level chef, but this is just an idea. I know that this is impossible, it's just a talk."

Ji Changan sat directly on the ground, looked his eyes straight in his eyes, and said very seriously: "If you don't even believe it yourself, who else would believe you can do it?"

Chen Tingtao's voice is like a mosquito and a fly: "This is fate."

"In fact, there is no such thing as fate. The path of life is our own choice."

"You have better conditions than me and more resources than me. As long as you dare to fight, you can do it whether it is swordsmanship or cooking skills."

"No one can limit you except yourself."

"All those who don't push us will eventually make us stronger!"

Chen Tingtao was silent. After a while, he wiped his tears and looked up and asked:

"real?"

"Of course it's true."

"Okay, wash your face, we should go to work." Ji Changan glanced out the window.

Among the fallen leaves, a pink trumpet flower fluttered in the wind.
Chapter completed!