Joshua is a chatterbox.
Xu Changqing rubbed his forehead, sighing a little.
He had a pleasant chat with this young man in the wine shop, and Joshua took the opportunity to ask him for some martial arts guidance.
With an indifferent attitude, he followed Joshua to a field on the edge of the small town.
However, looking at the young man's rusty iron sword and messy swordsmanship, he wanted to tell him that it would be best to stay in town and earn a living.
Otherwise, he might not even be able to beat the dog-headed men in the wilderness!
"How is it? My swordsmanship?"
Joshua, oblivious to his limitations, wiped his sweat and asked expectantly.
"Well... it's average..."
Xu Changqing shook his head: "What I mainly cultivate is 'Dao', I don't have much research on this fist and feet Kung Fu..."
"Sword? Actually, I can also practice the sword..."
"No, it's Dao!"
After correcting him a few times, Xu Changqing rolled his eyes and gave up.
