Douluo: My mother is Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue is my sister

Chapter 61 Sun Tzu’s Art of War
Qian Daoliu pointed his sword at Xue Mo with a stern expression, and said slowly: "Summon your martial spirit, and I will test your potential."

Oh! So you want to test my strength! Why didn't you say so earlier?
But is it appropriate for you, an Extreme Douluo, to spar with me, a one-year-old child?

Although Xue Mo was secretly complaining in his heart, he still obediently summoned his martial soul. The sword box opened and Xue Mo casually pulled out a sword.

Emmm...the two swords in my sword box are both one-handed swords. Plus, since they are used by a one-year-old baby like me, the entire sword body is only about thirty centimeters long.

Taking another look at the more than one-meter-long Angel Holy Sword in Qian Daoliu's hand, Xue Mo looked at Qian Daoliu with his big eyes, his eyes full of innocence.

"Pfft..."

I don't know who was hiding in the dark but he chuckled. No wonder he couldn't hold it back, the scene was just too funny - an old man nearly two meters tall holding a big sword more than one meter long, trying to compete in swordsmanship with a child less than one meter tall holding a small sword that was not even as long as the old man's forearm. Isn't this definitely bullying a child?

Qian Daoliu also felt that he was indeed bullying others. He sighed softly, sat down cross-legged, and the angel sword in his hand shrank to 30 centimeters in size. He said, "Attack me. If you can hurt me, we will eat."

Xue Mo was speechless. He felt that Qian Daoliu probably had no idea about the fighting ability of a one-year-old child.

It doesn't mean that if you sit on the ground and shorten your sword, the gap in strength between the two sides will be eliminated! Strength, arm span, reaction speed, movement speed... these are all real differences! With so many gaps here, how can you let me hurt you!

After Xue Mo finished complaining, he walked towards Qian Daoliu obediently with his calves swaying and his body shaking. He swung his sword and made a slash, but as expected, Qian Daoliu blocked it easily.

Qian Daoliu seemed to really want to have a fair fight with Xue Mo. His shoulder joints did not move, and he only used his elbow and wrist joints to resist Xue Mo's attacks. After several failed attacks, Xue Mo also noticed this. Qian Daoliu's awkward movements made his actual defensive range very small. If he attacked his blind spot in defense, he might have a chance.

But although Qian Daoliu's defense range is small, it is enough to defend the front. I need to go around to the side or back to have a chance, but a one-year-old child knows how to go around from behind. Isn't this a bit too smart?

Xue Mo, who was still trying to maintain his one-year-old child persona, didn't know that Qian Daoliu actually regarded him as a god. While thinking about how to attack Qian Daoliu using methods that a one-year-old child could think of, he continued to fight with Qian Daoliu with swords.

Qian Daoliu watched Xue Mo trying hard to break through his defense. His cute little face looked extremely serious. For a moment he seemed to be enjoying it, just like a grandfather teasing his grandson. He blocked the area with the dagger in his hand, never getting tired of it.

Xue Mo noticed a smile on Qian Daoliu's face. This smile was similar to the one his grandfather used to tease him in his previous life. He came up with an idea. He pretended to be tired, sat down on the ground, put down his sword, stretched out his hands to Qian Daoliu, and said in a baby voice, "Grandpa, hold me."

Qian Daoliu was inexplicably happy when he saw Xue Mo like this. He comforted himself: "After all, it is the body of a one-year-old child. Even if it is the reincarnation of a god, it is not so easy to fight against an adult. There is no rush to train a child. Take him to eat first."

Qian Daoliu retracted his martial soul and stretched out his hands to hug Xue Mo. The moment he was about to touch Xue Mo, another sword suddenly appeared in Xue Mo's hand and stabbed Qian Daoliu's palm head-on.

"Hehehe..." Xue Mo laughed happily, and laughter also rang out in the hall. The six priests who had been hiding somewhere before all came out, all of them laughing so hard that they couldn't stop, and didn't give Qian Daoliu any face at all.

Qian Daoliu looked at the shallow wound on his hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. A faint light flashed in his hand, repairing the wound. He waved his hand and said, "You passed the test, go eat." "Okay!"

Xue Mo responded, retracted his spirit, stood up and ran out of the hall. Demon Subduing Douluo quickly followed him and shouted, "Mo'er, slow down. You don't know where to eat. I'll carry you over."

When the Demon Subduing Douluo took Xue Mo away, Qian Daoliu smiled bitterly and said, "We've fallen into a trap. This kid is so young, yet he can actually play the art of war!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed and said, "This 'Art of War' is played brilliantly! We were watching from the sidelines and never thought he could pull this off."

Qingluan Douluo restrained his smile and asked, "Brother, you didn't dodge Mo'er's sword just now on purpose, didn't you?"

Qian Daoliu shook his head and said, "Not entirely. Although I sensed his intention to attack, when I sensed his intention to attack, my attention was focused on the sword he threw on the ground. I didn't notice when the other sword appeared in his hand."

Qianjun Douluo nodded and said, "I agree with you. I almost died under that sword before. I paid more attention to that sword than you did, but even I didn't notice when the sword suddenly appeared in Mo'er's hand."

Qian Daoliu said: "I had this feeling when Mo'er first awakened his martial soul. His martial soul is obviously very conspicuous, but if you just divert your attention a little, you will ignore its existence. There are two swords in Mo'er's sword box. Relying on this feature, he can use one sword to fight the enemy and the other sword to attack secretly, which can give him a lot of advantages in battle.

It’s just that Mo’er’s swordsmanship is really lacking. He can only chop and hack, using the sword as a machete. There is still a lot to learn in the future!”

Guangling Douluo couldn't help but interrupt, "A child's body and muscles haven't developed well. Even if he learns exquisite swordsmanship, he won't be able to use it! Big brother, you're probably forcing things to happen!"

Qian Daoliu hesitated for a moment and said, "We have to give it a try. Even if he is really injured during training, we have the resources of our Spirit Hall to nourish his body and we don't have to worry about damaging his foundation. This child is an unprecedented genius who has awakened his innate spirit. He is six years ahead of others. We can't just waste these six years."

Qian Daoliu had made up his mind. The other priests didn't know that Qian Daoliu now regarded Xue Mo as a reincarnated god. They all thought that Qian Daoliu was a little too hasty, but they also knew that they could not change Qian Daoliu's decision, so they stopped trying to persuade him.

They were only worried that Xue Mo would be crippled by Qian Dao Liu's training. After all, his Yue Guan and Gui Mei moves were so cool. They also wanted to find an opportunity to see if Xue Mo and them had any powerful martial arts fusion skills.

……

After his first time interacting with Qian Daoliu, Xue Mo's daily routine began. Except for eating and sleeping, he basically spent his time honing his martial arts under Qian Daoliu and the other priests. From that day on, he never saw Qian Xunji again, and even Qian Renxue was rarely seen.

Three years passed like this. On Xue Mo's fourth birthday, he received a long-awaited system task and met a very important person.

Of course, this person is not Bibi Dong.

(End of this chapter)