The Untamed: Wei Wuxian Reborn as a Child

Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen returned to the Wei family in Yiling. The sunlight shone on the eaves of the Wei family, as if covering the entire place with a layer of warm glow.

Xue Yang appeared on the training ground, guiding his disciples in sword practice.

His face no longer had the unruly look of the past, replaced by a look of concentration and seriousness.

The disciples were a little surprised at first, as they had never seen Xue Yang like this.

The person who usually laughs and plays and doesn't care about anything now seems like a completely different person.

But soon, they were infected by Xue Yang's seriousness and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

"Stand still!" Xue Yang gave the order, and the disciples immediately straightened up, their eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness.

Xue Yang glanced around, nodded slightly, and began his guidance.

"You, step out of line." Xue Yang pointed at a thin disciple and said.

The disciple walked out nervously, holding the sword tightly in his hand.

Xue Yang walked up to him and said, "Your basics are good, but your sword moves are too soft. You need to be more powerful when you strike. Imagine that you are facing a powerful enemy."

As he spoke, Xue Yang picked up a sword and demonstrated a simple sword move.

His eyes flashed, his wrist shook, and the sword shot out like lightning with a fierce momentum.

The disciple was stunned and nodded quickly, readjusted his posture, and swung the sword again.

Xue Yang frowned slightly and continued to instruct: "It's still wrong. Your power point is wrong. You should start from your waist and transfer the power to your arms and sword."

He walked behind the disciple, stretched out his hand to hold his waist, and said, "Feel the power here, and then slowly transfer it to your arms."

The disciple followed Xue Yang's instructions and tried again. This time, his sword moves were obviously more powerful.

Xue Yang nodded with satisfaction and said, "Not bad, keep practicing."

Then, Xue Yang walked up to another disciple.

This disciple's sword moves were powerful, but his movements were stiff.

Xue Yang said, "Your sword moves are too rigid, which makes it easy for the enemy to find flaws in battle. You need to be more flexible when attacking, and move your body along with the direction of the sword."

He demonstrated a sword move himself. His posture was light and his sword was like a swimming dragon. His movements were smooth and natural.

The disciple was so fascinated by what he saw that he quickly began to imitate him. Xue Yang patiently guided him and corrected his every move.

"And you, although you are proficient in swordsmanship, it lacks variety. In battle, you can't always use the same moves. You have to adjust them at any time according to the enemy's situation." Xue Yang said to an older disciple.

He picked up two swords and began to practice with the disciple. Xue Yang's swordsmanship was unpredictable, sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle, leaving the disciple overwhelmed.

"See? We must learn to adapt to changing circumstances and not be led by the enemy." Xue Yang said.

The disciple suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly.

Xue Yang guided his disciples one by one, not missing any details.

Sometimes he demonstrated personally, sometimes he criticized harshly, and sometimes he gave encouragement.

Under his guidance, the disciples practiced over and over again, their clothes soaked with sweat, but they had no intention of stopping.

While guiding his disciples, Xue Yang was also thinking about his own shortcomings. He knew that although he was quite strong, he would still be somewhat powerless when facing stronger enemies.

He thought of the strength of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, and secretly made up his mind to improve his own strength so that he could protect his family well.

Xue Yang began to recall his past combat experiences and analyze his shortcomings.

He found that he was not flexible enough in the use of swordsmanship, and sometimes he was too impatient, which led to flaws.

He decided to practice sword skills more diligently from now on to improve his reaction speed and adaptability.

So, after instructing his disciples, Xue Yang went to a quiet place alone and began to practice diligently.

He swung the sword over and over again, his clothes soaked with sweat, but he had no intention of stopping.

Every time he swung his sword, he was thinking about how to better use the force and how to hit the target more accurately.

Xiao Xingchen watched Xue Yang's transformation with a heart full of joy. He knew that Xue Yang had finally grown up and understood responsibility and accountability. He stood silently by, cheering Xue Yang on.

As time went by, Xue Yang's efforts gradually paid off. His swordsmanship became more sophisticated and his strength improved significantly.

Under his guidance, his disciples also made rapid progress. They were full of admiration and gratitude for Xue Yang, and studied and trained even harder.

However, Xue Yang was not satisfied with this. He knew that the outside world was full of dangers, and only by constantly improving himself could he protect his family and friends.

He began to study the talisman that Wei Wuxian had taught him before.

Xiao Xingchen felt a little distressed when he saw Xue Yang practicing day and night after returning from the Lan family.

"Ayang, don't push yourself too hard. It's not good for your practice."

"Master, but I really have many shortcomings."

Xiao Xingchen sighed softly and approached Xue Yang. "Everyone can see your hard work, but haste makes waste. You need to rest properly."

Xue Yang put down the talisman he was studying and looked up at Xiao Xingchen.

"Master, I don't want to lose anyone because of my weakness. I was powerless before, but now I just want to become stronger."

Xiao Xingchen's eyes were full of tenderness, and he reached out and gently stroked Xue Yang's hair.

"I know you're determined, but you have to take care of yourself too. Besides, you're not weak, you've grown a lot."

Xue Yang lowered his head slightly, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Master, every time I see you, I want to be someone who can match you, both in terms of strength and character."

Xiao Xingchen's face flushed slightly. "You're already good. There's no need to push yourself so hard. Let's just move forward slowly together."

After hearing this, Xue Yang felt a warm feeling in his heart.

He held Xiao Xingchen's hand tightly, "Master, thank you. I will make sure to rest, but I won't give up trying."

After saying that, he pulled Xiao Xingchen towards the yard and said, "The sun is shining brightly today, let's sit together for a while."

The two sat side by side in the yard, enjoying a moment of peace and warmth.