Xu Qingrong appeared somewhat unbearably: "Brother, let's go."

"I don't."

Su Xuan shook his head, his childish voice a little hoarse, but full of determination.

"Your qualifications are too ordinary."

Xu Qingrong said.

Then he wanted to say, "How about my sister teaches you".

but.

Su Xuan looked insistent and took the lead in saying: "If you give up because of mediocre qualifications, then it's not a swordsman.

There is a voice in my heart telling me that where sincerity leads to gold and stone.

The sword I want to cultivate can be mastered no matter how ordinary my qualifications are."

Xu Qingrong was startled, looking a little surprised at Su Xuan's childish face.

She opened her mouth, but finally said nothing and left quietly.

She could have helped Su Xuan become a monk, which was just a piece of cake for her.

But for some reason, she wanted to see if Su Xuan could succeed.

in the following days.

Su Xuan began to practice his sword desperately.

Qingyun Sword City is a city of swordsmen, and there are many swordsmen.

In addition to the sword sect, there are many sword halls and sword pavilions... In order to practice swordsmanship, Su Xuan went to the sword hall and sword pavilion for free, as long as he had food.

He practiced swordplay while working.

He didn't have sword cultivation techniques, so he practiced swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship is difficult to learn, so just imitate one sword after another.

If he was clumsy with his sword, he would practice more every day.

Sword City is not big, but it is not small either, enough to accommodate Su Xuan's small body.

Jiancheng is not small, but it is not big either. It is enough for the people of Jiancheng to know such a stupid boy, who obviously has no qualifications but has been working hard.

Spring passes and autumn comes.

Little Su Xuan is growing up slowly.

The spring breeze blows.

It’s another year for the Sword Sect to recruit disciples.

"Mediocre qualifications, eliminated."

A cold voice sounded in Su Xuan's mind.

Su Xuan pursed his lips, but was not disappointed. He picked up the sword and turned away.

"Xiao Bufan, don't try, you can't do it.

How about joining the Sword Sect as a handyman."

The elder who was recruiting disciples called Su Xuan to stop.

"I can do it."

Su Xuan bowed slightly and then said seriously.

"You've been working hard for five years and it's time to give up."

The elder named Ji Lin couldn't help but persuade.

"Elder, I can do it."

Su Xuan looked stubborn.

Five years later, he is already a young man.

He has grown up a lot, but the only thing that remains unchanged is his determination to practice swordsmanship.

Ji Lin hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand helplessly, signaling Su Xuan to leave.

He saw this child's efforts, and he was sure that no one in the entire Sword City worked harder than Su Xuan.

However, sometimes hard work does not mean success.

night.

In a quiet clearing.

Su Xuan was sweating profusely and practicing a set of sword skills.

This is a very common wind and thunder sword technique in Jiancheng, but Su Xuan has been practicing it for five years.

He knows he is stupid, but he firmly believes that hard work can make up for his stupidity.

If one sword doesn't work, use ten swords. If ten swords don't work, use a hundred swords, a thousand swords, ten thousand swords... "Xiao Bufan, you're not good at something."

Xu Qingrong appeared with a chuckle.

"I will succeed."

Su Xuan didn't stop, but also replied.

"I can't imagine why you must insist."

Xu Qingrong watched Su Xuan for five years and watched him fail countless times.

Xu Qingrong sometimes really wanted to open Su Xuan's head to see if this kid was lacking in strength and how could he be so stubborn.

"Because I know what I want, and there is no point in living if I don't become a swordsman.

There was a voice in my heart telling me that this is how I should be."

Su Xuan stopped, looked directly at Xu Qingrong, and answered seriously.

"Just like I didn't have the chance to become an upright swordsman in my previous life, then I must become a great swordsman in this life. I can kill all injustices in the world with one sword and be worthy of heaven and earth!"

Xu Qingrong was stunned.

Under night.

She found that Su Xuan's eyes were shining brightly.

Time is like a wheel, turning round and round.

Three years later.

"Haha, this fool is here again."

"How many times?"

"I can't remember clearly. Anyway, it failed every time."

When the Sword Sect recruits disciples, Su Xuan fails again.

He held the sword hard, his clothes were soaked with sweat.

"Xiao Bufan, give up."

Elder Ji Lin sighed deeply.

"I can do it."

Su Xuan insisted.

"Elder, give me another chance."

"You..." "Elder, I can do it."

Su Xuan said again, and after saying that, he started to practice the wind and thunder sword technique.

There are two ways for Sword Sect to recruit disciples.

First look at the physique, and secondly look at the aptitude! If the physique is not good enough, the aptitude is not enough! As long as Su Xuan shows some aptitude for swordsmanship, he can still join the Sword Sect.

But... the people around him looked at him like a monkey, and some children felt the same way. They felt that the sword Su Xuan practiced was not as good-looking as them.

Ji Lin opened his mouth, but did not stop him in the end.

He hoped that Su Xuan would give up because he felt that Su Xuan would die if he continued like this.

Asking for something but not getting it is the most hurtful thing.

But at this moment.

Su Xuan had no other thoughts.

"I can do it.

I can definitely do it!"
To be continued...