Chu Tian saw that Old Yang had stopped talking.
His eyes flickered, and he waved his hand, saying, "Never mind if you don't want to!"
"Want to, why wouldn't I!"
Hearing Old Yang's words, Chu Tian turned around.
Before he could speak, Old Yang continued, "Go ahead, what do you want Old Yang to do?"
"Uh..." Chu Tian sheepishly touched his nose.
He was discovered. Was he that obvious?
"It's nothing much, your spear technique, I saw it was quite good, teach me a few moves, how about it?"
Since the other party had seen through his intentions, Chu Tian didn't hide it anymore and stated his condition directly.
"What?" Old Yang felt as if he had misheard and confirmed with Chu Tian.
"Are you kidding me, you want to learn my spear technique?"
Old Yang couldn't believe that Chu Tian would make such a request.
"What? You're reluctant?" Chu Tian frowned.
Could Old Yang's spear technique be some ancestral secret martial art?
Meanwhile, Old Yang wondered if Chu Tian was playing a prank on him.
The two men, each with their own thoughts, fell into an awkward stare-down.
"Never mind if you're reluctant, I won't force you." Chu Tian turned to leave, but he waved his hand.
A pack of opened Huazi cigarettes was tossed to Old Yang.
"If you run out, ask me for more!"
Chu Tian also left these words.
Then he leaned against the outside of the tent, sitting on the sand.
Although the temperature had already dropped below zero at this time,
It was nothing to Chu Tian.
More importantly, he felt embarrassed to go back into the tent.
The awkwardness with Nie Yun was still there.
Old Yang stood on the sandbag, still pondering Chu Tian's intentions.
Did he not know that martial artists were the least valuable things in this world?
Even though his martial arts skills were profound and his spear technique was masterful,
In the City of Oblivion, he could at best only be a drill instructor.
To guide those without the talent to communicate with the power of heaven and earth in martial arts!
For a prodigy like Chu Tian, who could summon destructive meteors with a wave of his hand,
To actually say he wanted to learn his spear technique?
He was a bit confused, unable to understand Chu Tian's true intentions.
He savored the taste of tobacco in his mouth.
He looked at the Huazi cigarettes in his hand again.
This flavor was much better than the Night Fragrant Grass he had managed to get from the City Lord.
Happily, he tucked the entire pack into his pocket.
He came over to Chu Tian's side and lay down on the sand as well.
Throughout the night, although Chu Tian had his eyes closed, his divine sense had spread out, remaining vigilant.
It wasn't until dawn began to break that Chu Tian finally fell asleep.
This was because he knew that the sun was about to rise.
The sand worms would not attack.
While sleeping, suddenly a handful of sand was thrown in his face.
Chu Tian jolted awake and sat up.
Just as he was about to curse,
He opened his eyes and saw Old Yang.
Behind Old Yang, two nascent suns had appeared.
Chu Tian had seen that aura once before.
He stood there like a javelin.
For a moment, Chu Tian forgot the words he intended to curse.
Because Old Yang shouted to him, "The Way of the Spear can be both rigid and soft..."
As soon as he started speaking, Chu Tian immediately stood up and listened attentively.
"To enter the Way of the Spear, the first step is to train the mortal body, draw in the world's spiritual energy, break free from mortal dust, establish the celestial Zhou Tian, gather the three spirits and five senses, the nine-turn Nirvana heart, Yin and Yang controlling heaven and earth, defy the great momentum of heaven and earth, and break the shackles of the heavens."
"Did you understand?"
Old Yang had been talking for a long time, and the third sun had already risen.
Finally, he babbled and asked Chu Tian if he understood.
Chu Tian was stunned and shook his head.
He really wanted to ask Old Yang to explain again.
Unexpectedly, Old Yang said righteously, "It's correct that you didn't understand. Forget everything I just said."
"Let's practice!"
Chu Tian quickly nodded. In novels and TV shows, it was always like this: the master would lecture a lot, then ask the disciple how much they remembered.
The disciple would say they didn't remember, and then be praised by the master as a martial prodigy with high comprehension.
Could it be that he also possessed such extraordinary talent?
"Chu Tian, take out that piece of iron from yesterday!"
Chu Tian quickly complied, taking out the steel plate that had already been burnt to a dark blue.
Move the tent over, and set up the device that blew cold air yesterday.
"Mhm..."
Chu Tian quickly followed the instructions, installing the solar panel air conditioner and placing it on the steel plate.
By the time he was done, Old Yang had also used the climbing rope.
To wrap around the steel plate.
Then, he tossed the end of the rope towards Chu Tian.
"Go..."
After saying that, he stood on the steel plate with his hands behind his back.
"Ah?"
Chu Tian was stunned.
"No 'ah'... Pull it, move..."
Old Yang shouted at Chu Tian with a stern face.
Chu Tian glanced at the rope on the ground and thought, "You want me to pull this thing?"
"What are you thinking about?"
"Your whole body's muscles are full of strength, but the force is uneven. Do you remember how your punch was easily guided aside by me?"
"If you want to practice the spear technique well, you must first unify your points of force."
"Every muscle, every bone in your body must be synchronized."
"Only then can you achieve the feat of wielding a spear to slaughter gods and demons, and one spear shake the heavens and earth..."
Boom...
Chu Tian didn't hear the rest of Old Yang's words at all.
In his ears, only: wielding a spear to slaughter gods and demons, one spear shake the heavens and earth, echoed.
After an unknown amount of time, Old Yang was no longer outside the tent.
Chu Tian bent down to pick up the rope and slung it over his shoulder.
Turning around, the rope was taut.
He took a deep breath and took a step.
Swoosh...
The soft sand under his feet offered no support.
As he took this step, the foot on the sand slipped backward.
He fell directly onto the ground, face-planting into the sand.
Old Yang, sitting inside the tent, twitched the corner of his mouth.
But he made no move, continuing to watch Chu Tian.
Minutes ticked by, and the nine suns were now shining in the sky.
The steel plate remained in place, unmoved.
"Uncle Yang... Chu Tian is already so strong, do you really have to train him like this?"
Nie Yun had seen Old Yang begin training shortly after his wounds had healed when he first arrived at the Tu tribe.
One of the exercises was to run around the outer perimeter of the tribe's camp, dragging a huge animal skeleton behind him.
Later, when he stayed with the Tu tribe to train their warriors, this was also a mandatory course.
Now, he was using this method to train Chu Tian.
This training method was extremely strenuous.
Her man was trained to exhaustion by Old Yang every day.
"He's strong?... Yes, he is strong!"
"However, if Zhixing... were still alive, we would have moved at least a hundred meters by now!"
Hearing his words, Nie Yun's expression darkened, and she lowered her head.
"Uh..." Old Yang knew he had said the wrong thing and didn't know how to explain.
He could only remain silent.
"Mama..." Suddenly, Dian Dian's voice broke the silence.
Nie Yun quickly turned around and saw Dian Dian, who had been unconscious, open her eyes and look at her.
"Dian Dian..." Her eyes immediately turned red.
Chu Tian had said that Dian Dian was fine, but she had remained unconscious.
Only now did she wake up.
"Mama, don't cry... Dian Dian is fine! It's just... I want... water..."
The little girl's voice grew softer and softer.
Water was still too precious for them.
They had to ration their drinking water every day, and at fixed times.
"Okay... okay, there's water... there's water..." Nie Yun quickly wiped away her tears.
She picked up the large bucket of water left nearby.
This was what Chu Tian had left for those inside the tent.
And the cup Chu Tian had left, she carefully poured out a little.
Then she paused, glanced at Dian Dian, and then gently pressed harder, pouring out a few more drops.
After thinking about it, she felt it should be enough.
Old Yang couldn't bear to watch any longer.
He took the water bucket from her hand.
"Chu Tian said Dian Dian has lost a lot of blood and needs to drink more water to promote blood production!"
Then, gulp, gulp, gulp...
He filled the cup on the table.
"Don't worry, don't let the child suffer!"
"Even if her taste becomes picky, so what? Do you plan not to take her back to Qingshui City?"
"She still has a grandfather, and your Nie family never lacks water, right?"
Old Yang said with a smile, having seen through her thoughts.
Nie Yun heard his words and gave a wry smile.
"I'm just afraid... he won't recognize me as his daughter, nor will he recognize this granddaughter!"
She had argued with her father and run away from home.
She had been gone for eight years.
When she returned, she already had a child.
She was afraid the Nie family would feel ashamed.
And drive her out again.
If that were the case, it would be better not to go back.
"Heh heh... If Nie Qingyuan, that old fellow, is dead, then so be it."
"If he's still alive and dares to drive you out, I, Old Yang, will help you get justice!"
Nie Yun looked at Old Yang, her heart churning.
Nie Qingyuan was her father.