Follow the path of Dao from infancy

Chapter 11: Li Hao Draws the Sword

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The swordsmanship that felt somewhat unfamiliar yesterday, today already shows the charm of a swordsman.

The posture is precise, the movements are swift and decisive, there’s a sense of agility!

Sword dao prodigy!

At this moment, these four words were the only thing that surfaced in Lin Haixia’s mind.

You know, how many days has Bian Ruxue been learning this set of swordsmanship? It would already be good if she could get a grasp of it in half a month.

But now she has already become proficient, and there’s a rare spirituality in her moves, and that’s the key.

Although he scolded the young girl harshly yesterday, it was only because he saw the child’s talent in sword dao and the hope that she could become a strong swordsman in the future, which made him strict and demanding.

He didn’t expect that Bian Ruxue’s performance today would far exceed his expectations. She’s definitely a sword dao genius, a rare kind!

“Good, very good.”

Lin Haixia smiled, nodded repeatedly, and when Bian Ruxue finished practicing, he asked, “Did you practice by yourself last night?”

Instantly, Bian Ruxue thought of Brother Hao’s guidance, but then she remembered his stern advice and warnings, hence she gently nodded.

Lin Haixia was not surprised. If she hadn’t put in the effort last night, she wouldn’t have been able to perform like this today.

But, having progressed so rapidly after just one night of practice, this was what was truly pleasing.

“This swordsmanship is a bit too simple for you, today I’ll teach you a higher-level swordsmanship!”

Lin Haixia said.

The previous one was only a low-level swordsmanship. He had no right to enter the Li Family’s Listening Rain Tower, and he wasn’t qualified to teach the higher-level swordsmanship, let alone the supreme-level swordsmanship listed there, to the young girl before him.

Unless it was by the instruction of Li Hao’s parents, even the current Li Hao wasn’t qualified.

He was still too young to lead the family.

“Mm.”

Bian Ruxue nodded.

An adult and a child, they began practicing a new swordsmanship in the courtyard again.

One teaching, the other learning.

Li Hao looked on for a moment, feeling a bit bored, then continued to ponder his own chess strategy.

With black and white pieces in his hands, he flipped them between his fingers, gently rubbing them, while his mind was occupied with thinking about the chess manuals.

Time passed unnoticed in this courtyard.

During the day, Li Hao stared blankly at the chessboard by himself.

In the evenings, he occasionally offered guidance to Bian Ruxue, correcting some of her minor mistakes.

Bian Ruxue’s rapid progress in sword dao elated Lin Haixia.

Months later, within Piaoxue Courtyard.

Li Hao stood silently in the crowd, watching an elderly man with an immortal demeanor take the eight-year-old Li Wushuang away for cultivation.

Fifth Lady tearfully said her goodbyes, reminding Shuang Er to eat well, behave well, and sleep well.

Li Hao remembered, when he was still in swaddling clothes, this young girl clung to his mother’s pants, sizing him up with her shinning bright eyes.

Fifth Lady had three children, two girls, and one boy. This was her eldest daughter.

At the age of five, during the bone evaluation, she showed a ninth-grade battle physique, and the Li Family hailed another prodigy.

Now, having exhibited extremely high talent in cultivation, she’s been noticed by an expert, who has taken her on as a disciple.

This scenario, so familiar to Li Hao, he had witnessed it two years ago as well.

That time it was Liu Yue Rong’s child, led away by a bald monk reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Clearly, that person was from Mount Wuliang.

In the Li Family, those with exceptional talent usually enter Dayu’s top forces for cultivation, which is also one way for top forces to extend their connections.

As for those with lesser talent, like the second lady’s second son, who only had a seventh-grade battle physique—though he was also considered a genius—he was clearly a cut below those prodigies and would study at Qingzhou City’s Tan Palace Academy.

Compared to Fifth Lady’s maternal feelings, Li Wushuang’s young face showed maturity, like a little adult, calmly nodding, reminding her mother to take care of her health, and her father as well.

Subsequently, the young girl’s gaze swept over the courtyard, looking at everyone in turn.

As she passed Li Hao, she gave him a brief glance, already having little impression of him.

Amongst the third generation in the family, those whom her mother frequently mentioned to her were only a few with exceptional talent. For example, the second lady’s child, Li Qianfeng, was the target she was chasing.

The others, she barely took notice of.

Immersed in the world of martial arts, the words of her mother, the martial instructors, and the servants had influenced her from a young age. Despite her youth, her mind had matured, and she had a sharpness in her eyes, with aspirations and goals to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts.

Saying farewell to her parents, accompanied by the well-wishes of the crowd, the young girl left with the Taoist.

When they would meet again, it would probably be years later when she returned to the family with a famed reputation.

Life settled back into calm.

In these peaceful days, Li Hao slowly returned to playing chess by himself.

But now, he wasn’t playing for experience, but rather to purely contemplate each game.

He was trying to overcome himself. When playing white, he would switch his thinking to white, and when playing black, he would switch to black. Although the process was a bit difficult, it felt like a challenge.

Enjoyment was found in the struggle against oneself.

In this world where entertainment was scarce, Li Hao gradually grew fond of this kind of focus on something, especially when it also offered the fun of a challenge.

Therefore, the maids would occasionally be startled by the young master’s sudden outbursts.

For example, while quietly eating, he would suddenly shout out, “Ah, that move should have been placed there!”

With a look of regret.

Sometimes he would point to a flower bed and ask the maids beside him, “Do you see those flowers? Don’t they resemble a chessboard?”

The maids: ???

They didn’t understand, not at all.

But if the young master said so, then it must be so.

After all, he was the young master of the house, so what else could they do but agree?

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