"Bang~"
"Bang~"
Jiang Ping An and Wei QingXing hit each other at the same time, ending this simple battle.
The final result was that Jiang Ping An hit Wei QingXing ten times, but was only attacked four times.
The result of this competition was no surprise to Jiang Ping An.
However, Wei QingXing couldn't accept that he, a dignified immortal king, actually lost in a competition with a mysterious immortal.
"This competition does not count! I was not in the state just now. Let's compete again!"
Saying that, Wei QingXing wanted to continue taking action.
"That's enough."
Lan Shi'er took out Jade Slip, who controlled Cultivation Room, and used Cultivation Room's formation to control Wei QingXing.
"It turns out that my eldest brother is better than you in actual combat. From now on, eldest brother will guide me in actual combat. You go out and I will ask you for guidance later."
She didn't expect Jiang Ping An to be so powerful, it completely exceeded her expectations.
Wei QingXing's expression changed several times, but he finally accepted the facts unwillingly.
He stared at Jiang Ping An's face, "I am not in a good state today. When I adjust my state next time, I will definitely defeat you!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked outside.
Jiang Ping An said calmly to Lan Shi'er: "Don't make excuses at any time. If you lose, you lose. Reflect on your own shortcomings and learn from the strengths of others, otherwise you will never make progress."
When Wei QingXing walked to the door, he almost tripped over the threshold when he heard this. He turned around and glanced at Jiang Ping An fiercely.
This damn bastard just won a small competition and yet he actually mocked me. I will definitely make him look good when I get the chance!
In fact, Wei QingXing misunderstood. Jiang Ping An didn't bother to ridicule others, but only used it to educate Lan Shi'er.
After all, Lan Shi'er asked him to be his sparring partner, so he had to teach him something before he could gain a foothold here.
Lan Shi'er quickly took out Small Notebook, remembering what Jiang Ping An said.
Jiang Ping An suppressed the realm to the Heavenly Immortal Realm, "Since you want me to guide you in actual combat, then I need to know your current weaknesses in actual combat and attack me now."
"Okay big brother."
Lan Shi'er quickly recorded what Jiang Ping An said, put away Small Notebook, and took out a fairy sword, "Brother, I will attack directly..."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly launched a sneak attack on Jiang Ping An.
Jiang Ping An raised his fingers and clamped Lan Shi'er's sword, "Although you have learned sneak attacks, your attacks are too weak, hesitant, and not decisive. I am a Xuanxian, and you can't hurt me. You attack with the idea of killing me."
Jiang Ping An released his finger and allowed Lan Shi'er to continue attacking.
One after another Sword Qi appears within Cultivation Room.
"The attack is still not decisive enough."
"The range of the moves is too large. I can completely judge the direction of your attack through your body behavior."
"The immortal magic is very strong, but you are just attacking randomly and wasting the immortal power in your body."
"It's too bad. I can tell you that the range of movements is too large, and people can predict your moves. Without this top-level magic, you will definitely lose in a battle with someone of the same level."
Lan Shi'er attacked for half an hour, and Jiang Ping An taught him a lesson for half an hour.
Finally, Lan Shi'er dropped the sword in his hand, hugged his knees and cried.
In the past, when others guided her, even if she made little progress, those people would still say complimentary and encouraging words.
However, Jiang Ping An had no intention of encouraging her at all and pointed out her shortcomings mercilessly.
This deeply shocked the fourteen-year-old Lan Shi'er.
"Why are you crying?" Jiang Ping An looked down at the other party.
"I knew I was useless, I knew I couldn't learn anything, they told me how to do it, but I just couldn't understand it, wuwu~"
Lan Shi'er raised his head, his big eyes were filled with tears, and his nose was almost flowing to his mouth. It looked distressing.
Jiang Ping An looked directly into the other person's eyes and said calmly, "Then what."
"Then... then..."
Lan Shi'er suddenly got stuck, and her little head couldn't think at all. She used to be comforted when she cried loudly, and no one ever asked her "What next?"
This made her not know what to reply for a moment.
Jiang Ping An kicked the sword back to the opponent, "Pick up the sword and continue."
"But I, Talent, am so bad, I can't learn anything, wuwu~" Lan Shi'er found another reason to cry.
"To be honest, you are really bad at Talent in combat, but so what. If you can't learn it once, then you have to do it a hundred times, a year, a hundred years... You are just bad at Talent. It doesn't mean you can't practice. Is there any reason why you have to become stronger quickly?"
Jiang Ping An's words were a bit harsh, but they made Lan Shi'er feel inexplicably calm.
She raised her sleeves to wipe her tears and sobbed. "I want to become stronger quickly, I want to be recognized by my father, and I want my family to see how awesome I am."
"Your thoughts are understandable, but your Talent is here and cannot be changed. Your real family will not dislike you for this."
When Jiang Ping An mentioned his family, his palms trembled uncontrollably. He quickly took out the liquor seized from the pirates and poured it into his mouth in large gulps.
The strong alcohol burned his throat and stomach, and the stinging sensation washed away a little of the pain in his soul.
There were tears hanging on Lan Shi'er's eyelashes, and she bit her red lips, "It's because I'm Talent bad that I've only met my father a few times since I was a child. It's also because I'm Talent bad that I'm not favored by my elders and am ostracized everywhere."
"I just said that your real family will not dislike you because of your Talent. Since they dislike you, why do you need their approval? Even if you are really strong, then they only contact you because you are useful to them. What is the difference between this and outsiders?"
Jiang Ping An's words were like thunder, exploding in Lan Shi'er's heart.
This was completely different from the ideas she had received since childhood.
Jiang Ping An poured another sip of strong wine into his mouth, "The world does run on profit. You accepted Lineage's resources and you do have to repay Lineage. However, if you don't get emotional returns, then why give emotions?"
"You are still young and don't understand many things. You just need to understand that giving is mutual. What others give you is what you give in return. Your family does not give you emotions, so why do you need this emotion?"
"What you have to do is to survive in this cruel world. If you want to survive, you must improve your own strength."
"In the God Realm, you don't have to worry about death, and your identity won't encounter too many crises. All you have to do is calm down and move forward step by step."
"When you are the sun, everything revolves around you."
Lan Shi'er stopped crying. She felt that she understood something, but she didn't feel that she understood it.
She opened her little hand, picked up the sword on the ground again, and attacked Jiang Ping An again.
This time, she forgot about her Talent bad things, forgot about her anxiety, and concentrated on the actual combat.
Jiang Ping An was drinking wine while instructing Lan Shi'er.
He found that drinking alcohol could numb the spirit and temporarily forget worries and pain.
I finally understand why wine is such a bad drink and why so many people choose to drink it.
The destruction of the Immortal Realm and the death of his loved ones caused Jiang Ping An uncontrollable pain. Every time he thought of it, his body felt uncontrollably uncomfortable. And this drink, like good medicine, reduced the pain.