Chapter 4 Sword Training
In a quiet courtyard in the back mountain, this is Chen Xin’s residence. For most disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, it is also a forbidden area.

After Chen Xin brought Chen Yuan back, he turned around and looked at Chen Yuan, and said in a deep voice:
"Yuan'er, although you are still young, only six years old, but since you have accepted me as your master, I will be strict with you. You can cry, but after you cry, you must continue to train according to my requirements."

Perhaps because he felt that he was too serious, Chen Xin softened his tone and spoke of the power of the Seven Killing Sword with a hint of pride:

"The Seven Killing Swords of my Chen family are the best offensive martial spirits on the continent. The sword intent is natural and can directly cut out sword energy. When combined with the killing spell that strengthens the sword energy and increases its power, it is indestructible and can break anything. Few people on the continent can match it!"

Chen Yuan listened with longing on his face, as if immersed in Chen Xin's words, and then he said:
"Teacher, how should I practice?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xin waved his hand and one black shadow after another shot out from the storage soul guide in his hand, and finally stuck straight into the ground.

Chen Yuan looked over and found that those black shadows were actually iron swords. There were seven in total, arranged from small to large, and all of them were unsharpened.

Chen Xin explained:
"If you want to create a truly powerful sword energy, you must have at least Soul Master-level soul power. Before that, you must train your strength and learn how to swing a sword. From now on, you can use these iron swords for training."

Chen Xin looked at the iron swords and said again:
"These iron swords weigh one jin, two jin, four jin, eight jin, sixteen jin, thirty-two jin, and sixty-four jin respectively. You should use the one jin iron sword first, and swing it every day..."

Having said that, Chen Xin pondered for a moment again, and then said in a deep voice:

"Three hundred times!"

At this time, Chen Xin looked directly at Chen Yuan, his eyes becoming sharper:
"I don't want you to swing your sword randomly. I want you to focus all your strength on the sword. The training time needs to be counted in years. The ultimate goal is not to satisfy me, but to make you stronger. Don't think that you can become stronger with just a few months of training. True strength comes from perseverance!"

Chen Yuan did not argue. He did not need Chen Xin's encouragement. He was determined to become stronger. As long as it was beneficial to him, he was willing to do it. He said:
"Teacher, I understand. Let's start training now."

After saying that, Chen Yuan ran over and pulled out the first sword. This one-jin sword should be considered a dagger, but he was only six years old, so it was very convenient for him to use it.

Standing in an open space, Chen Yuan first adjusted his posture, stood in a bow stance with his legs one in front and one behind, held the sword in both hands, raised it above his head, and then swung the sword.

Swinging the sword again and again, Chen Yuan remembered Chen Xin's request to concentrate all his strength on one sword, and he was trying his best to do so.

Chen Yuan said he would practice and he did it. This self-awareness also surprised Chen Xin. After being surprised, he was satisfied and nodded imperceptibly.

Then Chen Xin looked indifferent and kept pointing out the wrong way Chen Yuan used to swing the sword, and helped him correct it.

Chen Yuan adjusted over and over again, and soon when he swung the sword again, he felt the difference clearly. He stood on the ground with both feet, driving his whole body to exert strength, from his calves to thighs, to his waist, back, and arms, all the strength was concentrated on this sword.

call!
The feeling this time is obviously different. The sound of the sword blade breaking through the air seems particularly powerful.

Chen Yuan's spirits perked up, and he carefully felt this state. His whole body was heating up, as if it was about to burn. Strike while the iron is hot, he swung the sword again following this state.

Each sword strike was so powerful, and his body was getting hotter and hotter. The feeling was really good, as if it could cut through everything.

But soon, this burning state seemed to burn him out, and his body began to become noticeably sluggish. Chen Yuan panted rapidly and breathed in large gulps of air. Even so, he tried his best to adjust his breathing and avoid breathing disorder. For this reason, he even greatly extended the time interval between each sword swing, just to give himself enough time to adjust.

Later on, it would take several minutes or even more than ten minutes before Chen Yuan would swing the sword. When sweat blurred his eyes, he only felt that his arms were as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Because every time he swung the sword, he gathered all the strength of his body, Chen Yuan felt a noticeable numbness in every part of his body, and he became somewhat out of control.

However, as long as the body can still move, Chen Yuan has no intention of stopping, because this is far from meeting Chen Xin's requirements.

"106...107...108..."

Chen Yuan counted silently in his heart, as if he had counted to the 108th time. All his fatigue burst out at this moment. Chen Yuan's body swayed and he fell to the side.

In an instant, Chen Xin flashed to Chen Yuan's side, caught him steadily, with a satisfied smile on his face.

During the first sword-swinging training session, he persisted in swinging the sword 108 times without complaining about the hardship or tiredness. This was already very good.

He couldn't hold on because he had reached his physical limit, and Chen Xin didn't intend to blame him.

Picking up Chen Yuan, Chen Xin walked towards the room prepared for Chen Yuan. Chen Yuan was now obviously exhausted and had to be forced to rest.

At the same time, Chen Xin ordered that the boiled medicine soup be sent as soon as possible, so as to speed up Chen Yuan's recovery by means of medicinal bath. Otherwise, Chen Yuan would feel weak all over in the next three to five days.

……

When Chen Yuan woke up, it was already afternoon. Although he still felt a little weak, he had felt much better.

Soaking in the wooden barrel, Chen Yuan recalled everything. He fainted from practicing sword skills and he didn't know what happened after that.

However, he could tell what was happening by smelling the fragrant aroma of medicine. Chen Yuan did not leave immediately, but continued to soak in the wooden barrel and said softly:
"Simply swinging the sword can give me a comprehensive training. It's really good. I must stick to it in the future..."

Chen Yuan waited until the medicinal soup had cooled down completely before leaving the wooden barrel. After drying himself, he changed into clean clothes that had been prepared on the side. The clothes were soft, comfortable and breathable.

At the same time, Chen Yuan also saw a note on the table next to him. He walked over and picked up the note. The handwriting on it was vigorous and powerful, and seemed to reveal the power of sword. It was left by his teacher.

It was written above that Chen Xin had gone to accompany Ning Rongrong, and told Chen Yuan to eat by himself after waking up, and to meditate and practice on his own for the rest of the day. Tomorrow would be the same as today, practicing sword in the morning, taking a medicinal bath in the afternoon, and meditating in the evening.

Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that his future life would be very fulfilling.

(End of this chapter)