The Nine Cauldrons
chapter-252

"Little He," Teng Qingshan smiled and shouted. The door of the room next to Teng Qingshan's room was opened widely. Little He and his mother stayed in this room. At this moment, Little He was waving a wooden stick.

"Uncle Qin." Little He immediately shouted.

"Not only will you have to practice this slash every day, you must also use your brain when you slash. Do you understand?" Teng Qingshan smiled and said, "For instance, think about how you can slash the fastest. You must correct your posture little by little. For instance, the way you stand when you slash with both hands and the way you stand when you slash with one hand is different. You must ponder continually......until you find the posture that suits you the most. You can only slash with the greatest speed this way. Do you understand?"

"Oh."

Little He widened his big eyes as he pondered,

He was just a child and could only wave that wooden stick stiffly to complete the task his teacher had given him. However, the progress would then be too slow.

"Remember this. Learn to use your brain." Teng Qingshan smiled.

"It looks like Brother Qin Wei is also an expert." At this moment, Ma Jinxiao came out from another room.

Teng Qingshan smiled helplessly and said, "I am not some expert. Although I am good at playing petty tricks, but I am ordinary. Even after training for twenty to thirty years, this was the result! Once I sell my tea bricks and earn a great sum of money, me and my family will not worry about food anymore. I can also teach that boy of mine.....At least, he has to be stronger than me, his father."

"I envy you, Brother Qin Wei, for being able to have children that you can teach." Ma Jinxiao sighed emotionally.

"Brother Ma, let's go eat dinner together. Little He, you should rest for a while too." Teng Qingshan said.

"I just came back from outside and I have already eaten dinner." Ma Jinxiao laughed and said.

With this, Ma Jinxiao stepped into Little He's room and Teng Qingshan walked in with him.

"Creak!" Ma Jinxiao closed the door.

Teng Qingshan glanced at Ma Jinxiao in surprise as he thought, "Why did he close the door?"

"Little He." Ma Jinxiao casted a glance at the child.

"Teacher!" Little He immediately threw his chest out and stood straightly.

Ma Jinxiao laughed and caressed Little He's head, causing Little He to be overwhelmed by this unexpected love. His teacher was very strict. He might provide good food, but such gestures of love were rare.

"Little He, what your Uncle Qin said was very right. Whether it is the practice of saber or sword, you must learn to use your brain. Those that only copy the saber skills or sword art of the previous generation are mostly very ordinary. However, if you learn to think, you can avoid detours and mistakes during your cultivation!" Ma Jinxiao grinned, "Little He, you have great willpower and you are talented. If you learn to think, make changes, and practice assiduously, you will definitely succeed."

"However, there's something your teacher needs to do."

Ma Jinxiao took out a book of secret techniques and handed it to Little He's mother as he said, "Madam Tan, this book explains everything. If I can return after I finish what I need to do, I will teach Little He about this book myself.....However, if I do not make it back, have Little He learn how to read and write first, and let him read this book himself.

"Teacher, you..you are leaving me?" Tan He was so shocked that he quickly held onto his teacher's leg.

"Son." His mother hastily pulled Tan He.

"Little He, stop acting like sissy," Ma Jinxiao scolded, "I, your teacher, have my own things to do! I can't always follow you.... Madame Tan, there are silver notes in the book of secret technique. If you use it frugally, it would be enough for a dozen years."

The eyes of Madame Tan and the child reddened.

They all realized that....their benefactor, Ma Jinxiao, was going out to do something very dangerous.

"Teacher." The seven to eight years old Tan He knelt down, making a bang sound.

He then did three kowtows!

His forehead was red and swollen. Tan He looked up at his teacher with tears welling up in his eyes, "Teacher, all of my other relatives have died. I only have you, teacher, and mother. Teacher.....this martial art.. You must come back and teach me! I won't be able to learn well if you are not here!"

Ma Jinxiao's heart ached, but he still said, "Be strong. Don't cry." With this, Ma Jinxiao opened the door and left.

"Sniff....." Tan He burst into tears.

As Teng Qingshan saw this, he sighed secretly. He then caressed Tan He's head and said softly, "Little He, don't worry. Your teacher will definitely return to teach you."

"Yes, definitely." Xiao He hastily nodded.