Wasteland Farming, Manual for Raising Human Cubs

Chapter 112 Sword Skills Inheritance

Sheng Qingyang stood at the entrance and watched silently for a while. Although he felt very reluctant, he still shouted: "Xiaoxiu!"

With a sound of "Kosode", the little man who was having fun suddenly stopped.

Zhao Xiaoxiu turned her head stiffly and saw Sheng Qingyang standing at the entrance of the territory, smiling and waving at her.

"Can I come in?" she asked loudly, referring to Zhao Gang in the room.

There was no reply from inside, so it was either a denial or a confirmation. Sheng Qingyang strode towards the cub in a good mood.

"Sister Sheng." Zhao Xiaoxiu looked at the big bag on Sheng Qingyang's back, and she was actually a little expectant in her heart.

"You can't call me Sister Sheng anymore." Sheng Qingyang waved his hand, motioning the little guy to come over, and corrected her seriously: "You have to call me Master from now on, understand?"

"Come, before we officially start, let's have a simple apprenticeship ceremony." Sheng Qingyang picked up the Little Red Riding Hood in front of him and walked into the hall.

She has lived in this place for half a month and is quite familiar with the place.

He greeted Zhao Gang in the tool room, borrowed a table from him, and took out the prepared props from his backpack.

A photo, a jade plaque, and two sets of knives were neatly placed on the table.

Unable to find incense and candles, Sheng Qingyang simply used three tubes of nutrient solution instead and placed them in front of the photo.

Zhao Gang couldn't help his curiosity and walked out of the tool shed to take a look.

Sheng Qingyang led Zhao Xiaoxiu to the table and proudly introduced her, "The person in this photo is my grandmother. She is the 89th generation descendant of the Sheng family's swordsmanship and the last head of the family."

"My mother practiced swordsmanship with my mother since she was a child, but she did not inherit the family business when she grew up. Instead, she was admitted to the police academy and eventually became a people's policeman and died gloriously."

"Fortunately, I inherited my mother's talent for swordsmanship. I have been trained by my grandmother since I was a child. This is the unique skill of the Sheng family, so it has not been lost."

"So strictly speaking, I, Sheng Qingyang, am the last inheritor of the Sheng family's swordsmanship."

Having said that, I can't help but feel a little depressed.

But when he looked down at Zhao Xiaoxiu, who was looking curious in front of him, Sheng Qingyang started laughing again.

She patted the little girl's shoulder and said to her solemnly: "Now, I am going to teach you the Sheng family swordsmanship. Zhao Xiaoxiu, are you willing to follow me and pass on this unique skill?"

Zhao Xiaoxiu looked at the photo on the table, then turned back to look at her father who was full of pride, took a deep breath, and then nodded seriously: "I do."

"Okay!" Sheng Qingyang smiled with satisfaction and handed one of the two sets of knives on the table to Zhao Xiaoxiu.

"This is a set of scaled-down practice knives that my grandmother customized for me when I was a child. I'm giving it to you now, hoping it will be helpful for your training in the future."

"You can open them and take a look. Choose one as your current weapon."

Zhao Xiaoxiu became excited when he saw the large roll of knives handed over by his master.

These are the real deal!

She took it with both hands. It was so heavy that she could hardly hold it.

Fortunately, I was strong enough to hold it in my arms, but I could only unfold it by placing it on the low table.

At Sheng Qingyang's reminder, Zhao Xiaoxiu opened the knife bag. Nine silver-gleaming knives reflected bright light, almost blinding her eyes.

Zhao Xiaoxiu narrowed her eyes slightly to adjust for a while, and then, with Sheng Qingyang's patient explanation, she began to choose the knife she wanted.

There are three types of swords: long, medium and short. Among the medium and short swords, there are one-handed swords and two-handed swords.

Because all the long swords were lost during the disaster, there are only two types of swords in the sword bag. Among the medium-sized swords, there are the Anti-Japanese War Sword, the Oxtail Sword, the Miao Sword, the Broad Sword, and the Double Swords.

Among the short weapons, there are butterfly double-edged swords, bayonets, machetes, and scimitars.

Sheng Qingyang knew that Zhao Xiaoxiu was very strong, so he recommended that she try the medium-sized broadsword.

Zhao Xiaoxiu's eyes were fixed on the butterfly double-edged sword and she couldn't hear any other sounds. There was only one voice in her ears saying: That's it!

Zhao Xiaoxiu glanced at her master, and seeing that she had no special reaction, she tentatively extended her little hand towards the pair of butterfly blades.

These proportionally scaled-down knives are just right for children's hands. Zhao Xiaoxiu can hold them completely with just a light squeeze.

She grabbed the two butterfly knives in her hands, tightened her grip and then loosened it slightly, took a deep breath, and picked up the two knives.

The moment she held it in her hand, she felt the weight. It was heavier than Zhao Xiaoxiu had imagined, but she just happened to like this feeling of weight.

"Master." Zhao Xiaoxiu grabbed two butterfly knives and said expectantly, "I want to learn this first."

Sheng Qingyang raised his eyebrows in surprise. The butterfly knife just sounded nice.

In fact, the butterfly knife is also called the eight-cut knife or the gas-palm knife. One knife is responsible for controlling the enemy's weapon, and the other knife is responsible for waiting for an opportunity to attack, so it is not small.

The original knife is 48 cm long, and with the handle, it is more than half a meter long. The blade is wide and the back is thick. When used with two knives, the total weight exceeds that of a medium-length wide knife.

Moreover, practicing with two swords is much more difficult than with a single sword, and it places a great test on the practitioner's reaction speed.

Because it is difficult to control, beginners often hurt themselves by mistake. It is generally not recommended as a beginner practice weapon.

But the words that the children can choose whatever they want have already been said, Sheng Qingyang can only remind them tactfully:

"Dual swords are not easy to practice, do you want to reconsider it?"

Zhao Xiaoxiu had already been attracted by the exquisite shape of the pair of swords, and she also liked wide-bladed knives. It would definitely be very satisfying to chop off the mutant ghost's head with them.

He nodded without hesitation and said, "Master, I have thought about it. This is it!"

Sheng Qingyang smiled slightly, "Okay, then this one."

Sheng Qingyang strung the jade pendant that he had prepared in advance with a red string and formally put it around Zhao Xiaoxiu's neck.

"This is the identity certificate of the heir of the Sheng family. Now the jade plate is empty. When you successfully complete your apprenticeship in the future, I will carve your name on it. This jade plate will belong to you exclusively."

Zhao Xiaoxiu picked up the jade plaque curiously and held it in front of her eyes to look at it. It was green and slightly smaller than her palm. There was auspicious cloud patterns carved on the top. It was a jade plaque.

"Master, what is this? The color is so beautiful!" Zhao Xiaoxiu exclaimed.

At this moment, the little girl, holding the knife and wearing the beautiful jade pendant, felt her identity as the inheritor of a family of swordsmen reached its peak.

When Sheng Qingyang said in a very calm tone: "This is top-grade imperial green jadeite."

Zhao Xiaoxiu instinctively knelt on the ground, with a chubby and tender face, and said seriously:
"Master, I promise that no matter how hard or boring sword training becomes, I will never give up! I will definitely pass on our sword skills and carry them forward!"

Perhaps he didn't expect a three-year-old child to say such words. Sheng Qingyang was stunned for a long time before he reacted and quickly picked up the little guy who was about to kowtow from the ground.

Looking at the confused little girl, Sheng Qingyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"What era is this? We don't like this. Have you watched too many cartoons? This is all nonsense."

Zhao Xiaoxiu’s face turned red. Isn’t that how it’s played out in TV dramas?

(End of this chapter)