The sky is clear.

The shallow mirror was filled with wooden stakes of different sizes everywhere in the yard.

It seems irregular, but it contains wonderful trajectories.

After finishing the last wooden stake, the shallow mirror wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"It's finally done."

These wooden stakes were the ones he used to practice the Tang Sect’s light skills, and were called ghost stakes.

There are many wonderful rules in the ghost mystery, which cannot be practiced at will.

These ghost stakes can effectively improve the efficiency of practicing this footwork in shallow mirrors.

As long as he can walk around the wooden stake within thirty seconds without touching any wooden stake, his ghost mystery will be considered a small success.

Qian Jing took a deep breath, and the steps of ghosts and mysterious people appeared in her mind.

"Let's start!"

He moved under the shallow temple and drilled into the wooden stake.

The small figure kept moving around, almost reaching its peak.

If someone sees it, he will definitely be very surprised.

That is definitely not a speed that a five-year-old child can master.

Three seconds later.

Bang!

The shallow mirror hit the wooden stake and his forehead swollen.

"Ouch! It hurts so much!"

Qian Jing exclaimed and covered his forehead.

The speed was too fast to avoid the stakes.

It felt like a wooden stake was hitting his head quickly.

Just once, a small bulge on Qian Jing's forehead was swollen.

"This won't work. Before I can become a ghost mystery, my head will be covered with my head."

If you have a few more hits of this level, you must have a concussion on the shallow mirror.

Concussions at a young age are not good for intellectual development.

"It seems like a little safety measure is needed."

After trying wooden stakes, Qian Jing didn't want to hit a big bag every day, so she wrapped cotton on each wooden stake to reduce buffering, and even tied cotton bags on her forehead.

After doing all this, Qian Jing patted the cotton bag on his forehead with satisfaction and smiled: "There is no problem in this way."

While speaking, he rushed into the wooden stake formation again.

Although he hit the wooden stake again after a moment, he no longer felt the pain he had before.

Time is slowly spent in this kind of practice.

“Wow…”

Just as Qian Jing was able to practice, Tiantian in the cradle started crying.

Qian Jing stopped immediately when she heard the sound, walked to Tiantian's side, and picked him up.

"Be good every day, don't cry."

He shook his arms in a shallow mirror, allowing every day in his arms to enjoy the cradle-like comfort.

But I still cry every day.

"Strange, why doesn't it work? Are you hungry?"

Qian Jing muttered, and after thinking about it, it seemed that there were hours when I hadn't given food to Tiantian.

I immediately carried Tiantian to the kitchen and soaked a bottle of milk powder.

Sure enough, Tiantian, who had drunk milk powder, became quiet instantly.

"Take care for children is a troublesome thing. If this continues, I am afraid I don't have much time to practice."

It takes a lot of energy to take care of children. It is still very difficult to rely on a five-year-old child just by relying on shallow mirror.

"It seems that if you have to think of a solution, why not find a nanny?"

When it comes to finding a nanny, Qian Jing is a little worried.

If the nanny is incompetent, I am afraid that it will be hurt every day.

Moreover, the funds that Konoha allocated to the Asami brother and sister now are not enough to hire a nanny.

"It's such a headache. I'd love to know the Shadow Clan Art."

Unfortunately, the Shadow Clan Art is not the ninjutsu that the current Akimimiko can learn.

Although the Shadow Clan Art is not a forbidden technique like the Multiple Shadow Clan Art, it is also a B-level ninjutsu, which cannot be easily learned by civilian ninjas like Akamimigrink.

If you are lucky, it may be possible to get a good teacher when you are assigned to the class.

Among the inheritances left by his parents in this life, there are only a few C-level ninjutsu.

This is the sorrow of civilian ninjas.

"It seems that I can only work harder by myself."

Seeing that Tiantian had calmed down after drinking milk powder, Qian Jing began to practice again.

In the forest.

The shallow mirror carries Tiantian on his back, looking for something.

"The book says that there are poisonous weeds in this forest, and they should be nearby."

After practicing ghost movie mystery for a few days, Qian Jing planned to practice another Tang Sect secret technique, Xuan Yushou.

The alternating practice of several skills can improve a lot of efficiency.

If you want to practice this mysterious jade hand, you need many different kinds of poisonous weeds.

Tang Sect, the first hidden weapon, and then the poison.

If hidden weapons are the main business of the Tang Sect, then poison is the side branch of the Tang Sect.

The two complement each other and created the reputation of the Tang Sect.

Poison can not only kill people, but also save people.

In the thousands of years of history, the geniuses of the Tang Sect have long developed poison to an extremely high level.

And Xuan Yu Hand is the product.

Xuanyu's hand is as solid as cold jade, and is known to be invincible by all poisons and extremely hard.

It depends not only on internal strength, but also on poison.

Only by constantly using herbs to stimulate the potential of both hands can we reach the point of being as solid as cold jade and invincible by all poisons.

The dosage of toxicity in each step is very particular. If there is a slight deviation, it may lead to the scrapping of both hands.

For Qian Jing, who inherited the secret skills of the Tang Sect, these are not problems.

The problem is that there is no poison.

So, Qian Jing came to this forest today to look for it.

With Tiantian on his back, Qianjing has been searching for an hour, but has not found any trace of the poisonous weeds.

"Strange, have they been gazed in the sky?"

Qian Jing was secretly surprised in her heart, but at this time she heard a sound from afar.

Swallowing!

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

This is the sound of kunai.

"Huh? Someone is practicing Shuriken in this place?"

Qian Jing was quite surprised and couldn't help but feel curious.

This is Konoha's territory, so there is no need to worry about safety issues.

After the Nine-Tail Rebellion, Konoha greatly strengthened her vigilance.

At this time, there will definitely be no foreign ninjas in Konoha territory.

After walking for more than ten meters, the shallow mirror carried Tiantian on his back and saw clearly the appearance of the practitioner.

He looks like a five-year-old, and looks like a pretty little boy.
To be continued...