An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

"What good stuff did you get?"

A cheerful voice, this time with a smile.

Jing Yi came uninvited and strode in. Chuntao quickly signaled Tangshuang and Hongfen to go out, and then only Chuntao was waiting at the door.

"It's a gift from my sister." Pu Ge'er handed over his goodies without hesitation, as if he was presenting a treasure, and walked closer to Jing Yi.

"Good stuff!" Jing Yi blurted out as soon as he weighed it in his hand.

After turning it over and examining it carefully, Jing Yi suddenly looked at Jing Chunxi strangely and asked, "Did the Second Madam give it to you?"

Jing Chunxi was a little stunned by these words. He didn't know what they meant, but he came to his senses immediately and didn't know why he suddenly mentioned Yin.

Finally, he answered, "My grandfather gave it to me."

Jing Yi stopped talking after hearing this. He went to Pu Ge'er, patted his shoulder, and said, "Don't lose it."

The expression was also very serious, and the beautiful smile when he came in suddenly disappeared.

"Master's birthday gift to Miss!"

Haha, it’s finally the first time that he calls himself a master, but Jing Chunxi likes it because he knows that it is a tacit acknowledgement of his efforts.

A small, square package made of dark red silk, not much bigger than a palm, felt quite heavy. Jing Yi handed it over and pressed it into Jing Chunxi's hand.

She was unprepared and could hardly hold it. Jing Chunxi felt heavy even when she held it with both hands. She did not expect that the master would give her a gift. She smiled and said, "Thank you, master."

After all, she didn't even do the apprenticeship ceremony, let alone give a gift to her master. Just thinking about it makes her feel that she is a guilty disciple.

No, no, she should have given it to her mother. She gave the house deeds and land deeds collected from Fubo Ridge and the Grand Secretary's Mansion to her mother.

That night, Jing Yi was invited by his mother to dinner again. His mother must have regarded it as a gift for him to marry a wife, so Jing Chunxi did not feel guilty at all.

As soon as the package was opened, Jing Chunxi was surprised: "Is this a dart?"

One end was tied with red cloth and the other end was inserted into a wooden box. When you saw the red cloth strips exposed, you could tell that there were at least forty or fifty of them.

Boys have a natural love for weapons. Pu Ge'er stuffed the daggers into his arms, excitedly pulled out one of them, and exclaimed, "How exquisite."

It was completely different from the cast iron darts Jing Chunxi usually used to practice with in the mountains. The dart in his hand was amazingly exquisite. At first glance, its appearance was sharp and fierce, as if it could easily cut through the air.

The tip was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the edge was almost transparent. Compared with the crude darts used for practice in the mountains, it was much smaller and as light as a feather.

The most eye-catching part is the tip of the dart, which is polished extremely finely and is so shiny white that it can even reflect a dazzling light in the sunlight.

The texture on the handle is clearly visible, which is both non-slip and beautiful, and it can blend into the fingers when held in the hand.

Jing Chunxi also sighed: "I'm afraid it's not easy to get it, right?"

Jing Yi: "This is fine steel, carefully forged by the military blacksmiths. The master only has two sets. Try to recover them as soon as you can.

Practice more when you go up the mountain, and carry it with you when you go out for self-defense. You’ll become more proficient with it once you’re used to it.”

"I understand!" Jing Chunxi was unusually happy and felt that it was the best birthday gift.

Pu Ge'er also liked it very much, and when he heard that there was more, he was even more excited. He hit the nail on the head and climbed up directly: "Brother Jing, give me another set."

Jing Yi: "What's the use of giving it to you?"

This time I won’t hesitate with Pu Ge’er, I will just refuse it outright.

Pu Ge'er was obviously not afraid of Brother Jing, nor was he discouraged. He even wanted to persuade him: "I can learn it too. I promise to learn it as well as my sister."

Jing Yi looked at his chubby body and said simply: "You don't have this kind of talent."

But seeing Pu Ge'er's disappointed face, he didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm: "You can eat more meat, but also run two laps every day, and learn a few more moves from the martial arts coach. I will give you something else later."

Pu Ge'er was unwilling: "I also want to learn from Brother Jing."

Why can my sister follow Brother Jing, but he has to follow Coach Wu? She must be dissatisfied.

"Do you think the young lady achieved this level of skill in one day? Have you ever seen her rest?"

The master was praising her in disguise, and Jing Chunxi heard it. He was praising her persistence and perseverance! As expected, giving her a stern face was just for her greater progress.

These words put an end to Pu Ge'er's idea of ​​changing his master. He also knew that he was not cut out for it.

But today, Pu Ge'er was very happy to get the dagger from his sister, and he no longer insisted on practicing like this with his sister.

A dart is a weapon, and so is a dagger.

Jing Yi: You still have some self-awareness.

After being in contact for so long, he can still tell at a glance who can practice and who cannot. Pu Ge'er is not cut out for martial arts, and at most he can only practice physical fitness and self-defense.