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By the time Li Hao was six years old, Lin Haixia found Li Hao and said he wanted to teach him skills.
He moved in a weapon rack and had Li Hao choose the weapons on it, practicing each one, just like when he had chosen weapons for Bian Ruxue.
However, considering that Li Hao's bone structure was not like Bian Ruxue's, which was top-tier War Body, he postponed teaching him for a year to avoid affecting bone development by training too early.
Li Hao then realized that the reason this military expert was still staying at the mansion was to teach him skills.
"Wasn't I unable to cultivate?" Li Hao was dragged up early in the morning, yawning and just wanting to crawl back into bed.
"Practice the skills first. If one day the commander finds a way to help you unlock your meridians, you'll be ready to begin cultivation without falling behind on skills," Lin Haixia said, with the plan to prepare him first.
*What if one day he could cultivate? Wouldn't it be put to use?*
"But what if it doesn't work?" Li Hao asked.
"You'll be idle anyway," Lin Haixia replied calmly.
Li Hao had an urge to vomit blood, *What kind of reasoning was that?*
*Being idle was better than being exhausted!*
But Lin Haixia was clearly determined. No matter how Li Hao tried to persuade him, it was useless. In the end, with a stern face, he threatened to use a bamboo stick if Li Hao didn't obey.
Li Hao wasn't afraid of pain since, at this point, unless Lin Haixia was truly harsh, it was merely tickling.
But seeing how serious the other person was, he had to temporarily avoid the conflict.
Li Hao picked up weapons and practiced one by one, only wanting to go through the motions without seriousness. He wielded swords, spears, and staves with no form.
When he picked up the sword, the little girl beside him looked expectantly, clenching her small fists and encouraging, "Brother Hao, you can do it!"
Li Hao was speechless, swinging the sword carelessly in a perfunctory manner.
Lin Haixia's face darkened, as if he could see through the little guy's thoughts, and said, "None of these weapons have satisfied me with your practice today. You're not allowed to rest or touch that damn chessboard."
"Uncle Lin!" Li Hao wailed.
"Practice!" Lin Haixia gritted his teeth, ignoring Li Hao's plea.
Li Hao had to pick up a saber and start wielding it, but his mind was not on the training. Even though he appeared serious, he was without any method.
Seeing Li Hao showing interest in the saber, Lin Haixia began teaching him move by move, starting with the simplest stances.
Li Hao, seeing him so earnest, dared not practice for real, *If he saw some potential and hope, wouldn't he be energized every day, making peace unthinkable?*
So when Lin Haixia taught, he kept nodding and saying he understood.
The moment he took up the blade again, he wielded it haphazardly.
*It was as if his hands and feet were saying, "What are you talking about!"*
The afternoon passed, and Lin Haixia was nearly at his wit's end.
Even the lowest-level saber technique hadn't been practiced to any form; this showed a total lack of Martial Arts perception.
He couldn't help but think of some geniuses.
Some people had an extremely high talent in one aspect, but in other aspects, they were clueless, even worse than ordinary people.
Li Hao seemed to be that type.
Too bad his talent was misplaced.
*Chess skills... what a load of rubbish!*
Lin Haixia even started to resent why someone so boring would invent such a thing, it was simply abominable!
But after his resentment, his heart filled with sadness, *Could he really not help the young master?*
He hated his own powerlessness, hated not being able to repay the commander's kindness.
After forcing Li Hao to practice for another half month, Lin Haixia finally despaired and gave up.
He told Li Hao that recent changes in the Northern Yan battle situation would force him to leave soon.
Li Hao, looking at this man, knew that his heart was deadened.
During this time, seeing the man's sorrowful look, he felt both moved and ashamed.
The other person had hated the chessboard, hated his own ineffectiveness in teaching, but had never hated Li Hao.
"Uncle Lin, do you think that a person who can't cultivate Martial Arts could become a master if they took the Body Refinement route combined with skills?"
Sitting in the courtyard, Li Hao looked at the man drinking again beside him and asked.
Lin Haixia pressed the wine aside, thought for a moment, and said with absolute certainty, "Yes!"
He continued, "I once saw an expert in the army, with powerful physical body strength and an incredible spear skill, and he was considered a strong one."
He turned to look at Li Hao, but his gaze quickly dimmed: "Young master, I know you're clever and can endure hardships. If you took the Body Refinement route, you would surely endure it, but your perception..."
He didn't continue, his heart filled with sadness, realizing that making Li Hao practice skills was for this type of thinking.
Li Hao looked at him, surprised, and said, "I sleep until the sun is high in the sky every day; you say I can endure hardship?"
Lin Haixia shook his head slightly, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, "I've seen you play chess. I know you could endure hardship, but you simply don't love it."
From Li Hao, he saw the potential to become a top-tier strongman.
That was intelligence, temperament, hard work.
But he just lacked Martial Arts qualifications and Martial Arts perception.
These two were precisely the tickets to Martial Arts.
*Without even getting in the door, how could you talk about a top seat?*
This also led to the multitude of cultivation resources in the Divine General Mansion stacked in front of Li Hao, yet it was only an empty mountain.
Hearing Lin Haixia's words, Li Hao felt slightly surprised, glancing at the man, then fell silent again.
The night wind swept in, one continued to drink while the other silently watched the night sky, as if a meteor streaked across, *whose star of generalship had fallen?*
Two months later.
Lin Haixia was leaving, formally bidding farewell to Li Hao.
Li Hao waited for him in the inner courtyard, a vast and empty space. He had all the servants of the inner courtyard withdraw to the outer courtyard; only he was there to send him off.
"Uncle Lin, won't you find it too desolate?" Li Hao asked with a smile, his small hands behind his back.
Lin Haixia sighed softly, saying, "I don't care for such emptiness, but you, Xue'er is entrusted to your care. That girl has a high talent for Sword Dao, and she will surely achieve great things in the future. Treat her well, and she will protect you."
At that moment, his eyes held a complex expression, a mix of regret and relief.
By now, he had completely given up on Li Hao practicing martial arts.
He had come to the Divine General Mansion full of anticipation and passion, intending to use all his energy to meticulously cultivate the commander's young son to repay the kindness.
But now, he was leaving with a chest full of regrets and solitude, feeling somewhat sad in his heart.
Li Hao smiled slightly and said, "Uncle Lin, I have nothing to give you when we meet, so today, as you leave, let me give you a small gift."
"I don't want any gifts; I have no face to accept any. You just need to live well," Lin Haixia felt a bit gratified but had no interest in the gift Li Hao mentioned; he lacked nothing.
Li Hao didn't speak, just slowly walked towards the weapon rack.
Lin Haixia was stunned, looking at him in confusion.
Soon after, he saw Li Hao slowly draw a sword from it.
"This sword is for Uncle Lin."
"Thank you for your guidance!"
Li Hao said softly.
Then the sword rose.
His posture was as graceful as snow, and the sword in his hand shone like the surging waves of the sea, bursting into countless dazzling sword flowers in an instant, intricate and exquisite, luxurious to the extreme.
Ultimate Perfection, Endless Sea, Tidal Sword Skill!
At this moment, the brilliant and dazzling sword light illuminated the entire empty inner courtyard.
Likewise, it shone in Lin Haixia's eyes, reflecting those shrinking pupils to a bright white.
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