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The next morning after returning to Qingshan Villa, the weight on Jing Chunxi's legs was replaced with a five-jin sandbag.

This time, the training plan given by the secret guard was to quickly run five laps around the inner circle of the village, and then run back and forth twice from the foot of the mountain to the wall halfway up the mountain. There were also speed requirements.

Running five laps with a five-jin weight was not difficult at all. Jing Chunxi did it easily. It felt that the distance of each lap was not as far as that of Yamen Village.

Climbing up the mountain from the foot to the top is different. It is not a matter of effort at all. Climbing is not difficult for Jing Chunxi now, but running is a completely different matter. Climbing is easier, but running is only slightly better than climbing. It is simply not enough to reach the speed required by the secret guards, but I can still hold on, and I believe I can slowly speed up in the future.

The difficulty lies in the fact that it is easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down.

Running down the mountain quickly, she initially thought it was faster and less tiring than going up the mountain.

But the first time I came down, I realized that it was impossible to learn by running down the mountain. Even if it was a hill with a very small and gentle slope, you would fall down if you were not careful. And Daqing Mountain is extremely steep.

Unless you can fly into the air without touching the ground with your toes, Jing Chunxi doesn't dare to speed up. If you speed up a little, you will fall forward. It is the kind of dangerous situation where you may step into empty air and roll to the bottom if you are not careful.

But the secret guard said that beginners will encounter such a bottleneck. If they can keep their speed constant while looking straight ahead and can go up and down the mountain freely, they can almost take off into the air.

By then, even if you can't climb up tiles, you can still climb over walls, but only if they are low walls no more than five feet high. After reaching this level, you can increase your weight-bearing training and generally reach the next level.

But they also said that if you want to climb over a seven-foot-high wall, it depends on your personal talent. You have to be able to walk up and down the mountain very fast, and hard work alone is not enough.

Jing Chunxi found it quite difficult, but he was not discouraged. Although his speed was slow and he stumbled a few times, he finally made it back to the foot of the mountain twice, but he was also exhausted and sweating.

"Just lying there with your head facing the floor like a headless fly, without any sense of vigilance or defense. No matter which direction you are attacked from, you will surely die." I had just taken the cloth handed to me by July and wiped the sweat off my forehead when I heard those cold, hard words without a trace of warmth. The little confidence that I had just begun to feel was severely suppressed.

You are a fly, your whole family is a fly.

Why does this tone sound so familiar? But the voice is not as immature as his youth, and it can be distinguished as a mature and rich male voice.

Jing Chunxi looked around, but there was no one! He then looked up a higher mountain, but still no one.

But the voice just now was lingering in his ears, full of energy. Just from the voice lingering in his ears, Jing Chunxi felt that this person was more powerful than Tao Jin.

Qiyue was one of the secret guards Tao Jin had given her, the other being Jiuyue. Both were slender, graceful women in their early twenties, plain in appearance but possessing a certain air of immortality. Their Qinggong skills must have been quite good to have been chosen by Tao Jin.

Maybe it's due to their profession, both secret guards don't like to talk. If you don't initiate a conversation, they can be like a mute person, and only answer one question at a time.

July and September were not their original names. They were renamed according to their birthdays after Jing Chunxi received the indentures and the women themselves.

"There!" July pursed his lips, refusing to utter another word. He didn't even point in any direction, but stared straight to the upper left.

Jing Chunxi looked upwards in the direction of her gaze. Next to the slope she had just run down stood a camphor tree with a large crown and lush green branches.

There are not many big trees at the foot of the mountain, so it is the only place where people can hide.

But she couldn't see anything, but Jing Chunxi was sure that the man was on the tree, because she and Tao Jin had also lay under such a tree in Yiyang City, and people passing under the tree didn't notice it.

It was just dawn, and the tree that Jing Chunxi touched was still a little gray, with only the vague outline of the tree.

"How can you be a man if you hide it? Just come out like this."

Although she knew that sulking could be frustrating, Jing Chunxi couldn't help it. She'd worked so hard, yet she was being criticized so harshly, completely disregarding her efforts. She didn't want to be called a rocket launcher, flailing around at the slightest bit of motivation. It was simply an insult to her.

"What's the purpose of practicing martial arts? It's to achieve your goal, to defeat the enemy, not to show up and get beaten." As the serious and cold voice came again, a person flew down from the tree. He landed steadily, and the leaves did not move at all. He approached them silently.

Yes, the man flew down to the ground lightly, at least fifty steps away from the big tree. I couldn't feel his footsteps, but he floated towards me like a cloud. I wonder how he did it?

Is this what is called talent? Anyway, Jing Chunxi felt that even if she studied for ten years, she would not be able to learn this kind of kung fu.

July, who was standing next to him, stared at the man's footsteps without blinking.

Jing Qingxi felt that the sound of his voice was extremely similar to that of his grandfather. Both had voices as loud as rainbows, with obvious deterrent power, and the sound could make people consciously take a few steps back.

But his tone is really too similar to Tao Jin's, both of them are sharp-tongued and very rude.

The only difference is age.

Jing Chunxi was not afraid of him.

Mother said that some of my uncle's men have already entered the village, and their leader, Brother Jing, is also in the village now. They are more capable than those soldiers who were injured, disabled, or had nowhere to go. They must be elite soldiers.

Jing Chunxi firmly believed that this person must have followed his uncle.

July was extremely cautious. She had just been close to the camphor tree and was no more than twenty steps away from this person, but she didn't even sense this person's presence at all.

Her entire figure was exposed, and she was now standing in front of Jing Chunxi. There was murderous intent in her eyes as she stared at the man, but she knew that this man was very strong.

"The master is quite good, but unfortunately his training method is wrong."

The voice was approaching. It was a man in the same suit, about thirty years old, tall and thin, with a handsome face. He had high brow bones and a strong nose. Although his eyes were not very big, they were as sharp as an eagle's, as if he could see through people at a glance.

That figure, wow, is completely different from my grandfather and uncle. They are both the same height, but without the broad shoulders and waist, and without a trace of fat.

His waist is very thin, but his shoulders are very broad, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, a straight body, and a majestic look without any anger. He is definitely a handsome uncle.

Jing Chunxi wanted to whistle, but unfortunately she didn't know how to whistle.