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Old General Mu smiled, relieved. âYour Flying Snow Sword improved a lot. If your sword energy was distributed more evenly, the osmanthus would fall into the four maidservantsâ arms and not one would land on the ground. But in just half a year to get to this state, your martial arts had already surpassed your grandmotherâs that year. In time, it would be above me and your uncle. By the way, you didnât use psychic powers, right?â
Zi You shook her head. âI remembered grandfatherâs words. I wouldnât rashly use my psychic powers.â
Old General Mu said approvingly, âThatâs right. Using too much psychic power would unconsciously suppress your internal force and you will feel tired.â
Zi You quickly nodded, âGranddaughter will remember, grandfather.â
Zi You sent her grandfather away, returned back to the house, and slept.
For those who practice martial arts, morning exercise was very important.
Every morning, Zi You, her grandfather and her uncle would climb to the top of the capitalâs Qixia Mountain, to absorb the essence of Heaven and Earth.
Todayâs morning exercise group was bigger. Forty-nine slaves and Mu YingYiâs two sons were added.
Qixia Mountain was very high. There were two paths leading to the top. One was relatively flat. Those without martial arts would climb this road to pick wild herbs or mushrooms.
The other path was very steep. In order to climb it without martial arts, one could only use ropes and daggers inserted into rock crevices.
It would be impossible for those new to martial arts to use this path. So, Uncle Jiang and his wife Aunt Lan, originally Dierâs female bodyguard, took the slaves on the flat path.