He stared at Wei Luo for a long time, "Did you see it?"

  "Wei Luo replied in a low voice: 'Yes.'"

  In her clear eyes, a somewhat cold and detached face was reflected back at her. All she saw was his mouth slightly curling up, speaking in a somewhat careless and aloof tone: "Your eyesight is not bad. However, being a swordsman is a man's business, you're still too weak as a child."

  He had already seen her intention in Weier's expectant eyes.

  Weilo was slightly disappointed, she had thought that by speaking out her own strengths, she would attract the attention of this noble person and receive some guidance from him. But she hadn't expected him to react like this.

  Gao Yi glared at Wei Luo for a moment, then turned and left. Before he walked away, he tossed out a sentence: "You may have a bold spirit, but you're naturally weak and feeble. Even if you were like me, you'd never become one of us! Wei Luo, go back now. Don't ever say something like that again, or people will think you're humiliating him."

  Wei Luo stood there in a daze, watching as Gao Zhang strode away with big steps.

  She remained still for a long time before slowly lowering her eyelids and saying in a low voice, "Can't become a swordsman just because of physical weakness? It's not like that at all."

  She felt that this view might be limited by the constraints of this era, and she stubbornly believed that she must have some rare talent.

  Wei Luo pursed her lips, turned her head to look at the martial arts training ground and thought to herself: If no one teaches me, then so be it. Anyway, this place doesn't prohibit people from watching, I don't believe I won't learn!

  She has experienced death and slaughter since she came to your place, now she is eager to grow up. Wei Luo raised her small face, suppressing the unpleasantness brought by Gao Xiang's words, focusing on observing the competition in the field.

  With the beauty's attention, the swordsmen were in high spirits. They divided into two teams and took turns competing with each other. Each time a winner was determined, they would receive a burst of giggles and applause from the girls.

  After a while, a beauty stood up. She twisted her waist and looked at a handsome and elegant hemp-clothed swordsman in the field with autumn waves. When she realized that the swordsman was also focusing on herself, the beauty's eyes turned around and gave the swordsman a captivating light, then turned around and walked away gracefully.

  The beauty walked away, and the swordsman's eyes lit up on horseback, greatly invigorated. With a whoosh, he put his sword back and stepped forward to chase after the beauty. He had only taken one step when the crowd suddenly erupted in cheers and applause.

  The swordsman smiled and turned back to the crowd that cheered for him, then hurriedly disappeared into the shade of the trees.

  Immediately following, several more pairs departed. Wei Luo stared blankly ahead, discovering that among the twenty women, only three or four had left with the selected swordsmen.

  The crowd dispersed, and the martial arts arena fell silent. Wei Luo quietly walked towards the center of the arena.

  A barefoot swordsman was wiping his sword, he saw Wei Luo approaching, just about to ask a question, but saw Wei Luo bowing down and picking up the broken sword, branches and stones on the ground.

  He was originally an odd-job laborer!

  The swordsman glanced at her, sheathed his sword and turned away.

  Wei Luo bent down, carefully sweeping and cleaning the martial arts arena. She swept the arena spotless, collecting all the broken swords that had been knocked to the ground by the swordsmen and putting them away in a storage shed near the back mountain.

  Originally, what she was doing now was the work of a miscellaneous worker. However, in the past, when it came to sweeping and cleaning the martial arts arena, it was usually the swordsmen who would request someone specifically after seeing a miscellaneous worker, so how could there be anyone like Wei Luo who took the initiative to do it on time? Therefore, as she swept, there were often swordsmen who curiously glanced at her and nodded in secret.

  After collecting and sorting, Wei Luo picked out a bronze sword with only the blade tip broken. These broken swords were all made of bronze, which could be used to mint coins, and after being remelted, they would become good swords again. Wei Luo didn't need to ask, she knew that these would definitely be recycled, so when she took them, she was a bit careful.

  With sword in hand, Wei Luo turned around and walked into the woods.

  The thatched cottage was originally close to the back mountain, with few people coming, and Wei Luo walked all the way, only hearing the birds chirping.

  She didn't stop until she reached a spot 150 meters behind the mountain. Wei Luo faced the sunlight, slowly raised the long sword in her hand, and carefully sensed it.

  The sword in her hand weighed about five or six catties, and it was quite strenuous to hold it in her hand. Wei Luo had only held it for less than five minutes when her hands started to ache and the tiger's mouth swelled with pain, not to mention swinging it around.

  Wei Luo furrowed her brow, thinking to herself: No wonder they all say I'm too weak and frail to learn sword fighting. Just lifting the sword takes a lot of effort from me, if I really try to wield it, I'll probably end up hitting myself.

  Wei Luo threw the sword to the ground, staring at it and thought: I can't even lift a sword! She bit her lip, and in her mind appeared Gao Ji's sword thrust, feeling envious and reborn: I won't give up, I still want to learn sword fighting! What if my body is weak? My weakness can be trained.

  She crouched down and picked up the long sword, feeling its heavy weight, and thought: If only there was a light sword.

  She had only held toy swords before and had never paid attention to real weapons, let alone knowing the weight of a genuine sword. However, in modern society with steel and even lighter alloys, it's likely that those lightweight sharp swords exist.

  Wei Luo put down his long sword and began to turn around in the forest.

  She had only taken two steps when her eyes caught sight of the branches all over the forest, and suddenly her mind stirred: Ah, what's there to worry about? I'll exercise my body while whittling wooden swords, practicing with bamboo swords, and one day I'll be able to wield this bronze sword.

  She thought of this and felt much better. She then broke off a branch and began to whittle it with the broken sword.

  Wei Luo had never done any carpentry before, and the bronze sword in her hand was too heavy. She struggled for nearly three hours until the sun began to set, and a fragrance of food wafted over, when the branch in her hand finally resembled a sword.

  Exercising his numb legs, Wei Luo put away the bronze sword and wooden sword, turned around and ran back.

  This body is indeed too weak, and the heart function is not good. Wei Luo had only run a dozen or so steps when her chest felt congested and her throat tightened. She quickly stopped in her tracks, calming her breathing as she walked back.

  As she walked through the martial arts arena, looking at the empty grounds, she suddenly thought: I wonder if those people have a breathing method when practicing swordsmanship? Or do they have internal strength? If I could get their breathing method and internal strength to practice, wouldn't that be ten times stronger than my simple physical training?

  She thought of this, her heart pounding with excitement and full of anticipation. However, these swordsmen looked like none of them were easy to mess with, even if they really had that method, it would be very difficult for herself to get it. Hmm, wait until she sees Seventeen later to probe a bit.