Mo Ye glanced at her deeply, his thin lips tightly pursed and he didn't say anything.

He thought that if he could live for a long time, he would have to protect her for a long time, even if she didn't seem to need his protection.

In the next few days, after Song Tianyou stole his horse every day, Tang Ning would give him some advice on his cultivation. Although this child is only five years old, he learns things very quickly. He has excellent talent and understanding, so she doesn't have any effort to teach him.

Compared to her leisure here, the Zeng family has been busy these days. They sent a large number of people to find the spiritual medicines in order to collect the spiritual medicines and send them to tens of thousands of Buddhist temples within ten days.

Since picking up the dozen Jindan monks back that day, even though the head of the Zeng family and others did not experience it personally, they knew why the ancestor came out of seclusion that day and even threw a cup and scolded them.

Whether it was Master Tang or their ancestor, they could not avoid the compensation for the fifty times the spiritual medicine. After all, their ancestor had already spoken and no one dared to violate it.

However, while collecting the spiritual medicine, they also focused on investigating the young monk named Master Tang, but the people sent out could find out how much news they could get back.

It was precisely because they could not find out that the feeling that Master Tang gave them became more and more mysterious. They also believed in the words of their ancestors. Master Tang might be an old monster or powerful person, so no one dared to offend him again.

On the eighth day, Tang Ning called Song Tianyou and took him to the back mountain.

"Xiaotian, today my master teaches you a set of swordsmanship, try to practice." Tang Ning said, looking at Song Tianyou beside him, and said, "Look at it seriously."

"Yes." Song Tianyou nodded, staring at him with some nervousness and expectation.

Tang Ning used the wooden sword in Song Tianyou's hand. She first practiced it, and while talking about the mental method, he asked him to record it. It took a lot of time to practice a set of twelve sword techniques.

"Come on, try it, see where you can remember." She threw the wooden sword to him and retreated aside to rest.

After Song Tianyou took the wooden sword, he learned how she had danced her sword skills before, practicing one move after another. Although the speed was very slow and there were many pauses, it has to be said that the sword technique she had only practiced once, and he could learn the seventh style, and there was something wrong with the eighth style at the beginning.

"Okay, you can practice the first three stances first, and forget about the latter ones for the time being!"

Tang Ning said, looking at the confused little disciple and said, "If you can practice the first three moves, the next moves will be easier to get started, because this set of swordsmanship is a set of buttons. If you practice essence, this is a set of swordsmanship with extremely powerful lethality."

Upon hearing this, Song Tianyou blinked curiously and asked, "Master, can you exert great power with a wooden sword?"

"Of course." Tang Ning chuckled, took his wooden sword and said, "Look, I will press my spiritual energy to the Qi Refining Stage. If this sword is out, I can cut off a big tree."

After the words came, her palm turned and her spiritual power also started to move. A breath of spiritual power flowed over the peach wood sword. The next moment, a sharp airflow attacked from the peach wood sword with her waving her hand.

"call out!"
Chapter completed!