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As the month passed, Bei Lin'er began to master swordsmanship and also started training to improve her physical strength.
Every morning, as the first light of dawn pierced through the morning mist, she had already begun her daily training.
She followed the masters in Benevolent Pavilion to learn how to use breath to enhance the strength and endurance of her body.
She learned the gentleness and strength of Tai Chi, practicing every movement and balance of her body, which not only strengthened her inner power but also made her movements more rounded and smooth.
In addition, she also followed her senior brothers for endurance training such as running and mountain climbing, which greatly increased her leg strength. Her steps became more steady, and her footwork in sword training became more agile.
During physical training, Bei Lin'er also learned how to control her breathing to synchronize it with her movements.
Her breathing gradually changed from rapid and irregular to deep and powerful, as if each breath could draw air into her body, filling each of her sword strikes with strength.
As Bei Lin'er continued to improve in swordsmanship and physical fitness, her senior brothers believed it was time to take her training to the next level.
They chose a heavier medium-sized sword for her, weighing four kilograms, which is twice the weight of the light sword she originally used. This change undoubtedly posed a completely new challenge for her.
The weight of this sword not only posed a severe test for her arm strength, but also forced her to control the force more precisely when wielding the sword, otherwise she might accidentally swing too hard.
The weight of this sword requires her to exert more force with every swing, forcing her muscles to work with greater intensity, thus accelerating muscle growth and strength improvement.
Her arm, shoulder, and back muscles became more solid and powerful under this continuous high-intensity training.
When she first picked up the heavier sword, Bei Lin'er's movements became somewhat clumsy, and she needed time to adapt to the weight and balance of the sword.
But she did not back down, instead she doubled her efforts, practicing every day under the supervision of her senior brothers. Although the speed of her swordsmanship initially slowed, the force of each sword swing became more concentrated and powerful.
Under this new training method, Bei Lin'er's swordsmanship gradually became more stable and powerful.
She learned how to maintain balance under the pull of the heavy sword, and how to find the best angle and timing for wielding the sword under its weight. Her footwork also became more steady, as she had to learn how to keep her body stable while swinging the heavy sword.
After months of hard training, Bei Lin'er is not only able to effortlessly wield this intermediate-level medium sword, but her swordsmanship has also become sharper and more precise.
Not only has there been a qualitative leap in swordsmanship, but there has also been a significant improvement in physical fitness.
The body becomes stronger, movements become faster and more accurate.
Performance in training is getting better and even beginning to compete with male senior classmates.
In a corner of Benevolent Pavilion, Bei Lin'er is holding a medium-sized long sword, with a slight frown on his face, apparently feeling the soreness in his wrist.
Her figure appeared particularly resolute in the sunlight, even though the weight of the sword made her arms tremble continuously, she showed no intention of giving up.
Watching Bei Lin'er's persistence, Wei Fei couldn't help but feel deeply moved: "I used to think that Ling'er was only passionate about medical skills, diligent in her studies, but I didn't expect her self-demand in swordsmanship to be so high."
Next to him, Second Brother Wu Pu commented, "Such determination is beyond ordinary people. Even I, back in the day, might have had difficulty surpassing her perseverance. Perhaps Ling'er has some kind of unavoidable goal in her heart."
Wei Fei stood not far away, her eyes revealing concern and admiration. She said softly, "Ling'er, your perseverance is admirable, but you don't have to push yourself too hard."
Bei Lin'er looked up, her eyes as determined as the stars in the abyss, unshakable. " Sister Fei, for me, it's not just the weight of the sword, but also my motivation to move forward."
Wu Pu walked in from outside, his steps steady, his eyes showing admiration for this junior sister.
He observed quietly for a while, then said, "Ling'er, the practice of swordsmanship is not just physical training, but also a tempering of the mind. Your mind is already strong enough, but do not let hatred blind your heart."
Bei Lin'er put down the sword, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled: "Brother Wu, I understand. I will use this hatred to transform into the strength to protect myself and the ones I love."
Wei Fei and Wu Pu exchanged a glance, both able to read the expectations and concerns for this junior sister from each other's eyes.
In the next three months, Bei Lin'er's swordsmanship training becomes increasingly rigorous.
She not only held the sword under the scorching sun for hours until her clothes were soaked with sweat, but also practiced every sword move repeatedly under the moonlight at night, until every detail approached perfection.
Her hands were covered with calluses, under which one could occasionally see the traces of new wounds and old scars.
In the latter part of the practice, the wounds on her hands would sometimes split open due to excessive swinging, and fresh blood would drip along the sword handle. Bei Lin'er would apply ointment to the wounds, and by the next day, when the wounds had slightly healed, she would resolutely grip the sword handle again and continue her training without hesitation. In this cycle, her resilience and perseverance were honed with each repetition.
Fortunately, it was summer at the time, and the hot weather allowed the wounds to dry quickly. If it were the cold winter, those wounds would probably split open due to the cold air, causing even more pain.
On a scorching morning in the midst of summer, Bei Lin'er was already standing on the training ground, holding the new medium-sized sword in hand.
The sun has not yet fully risen, and the orange-red color on the horizon gradually fades, giving way to a fresh blue sky. Her figure elongates in the rising sunlight, appearing lonely yet determined.
"Ling'er, your hand..." Grandma's voice comes from behind, with a hint of trembling and full of concern.
Bei Lin'er stopped the sword in her hand, turned around, and smiled to comfort the old granny, "Granny, these calluses are proof of my progress. You don't need to worry."
The old granny approached, her eyes filled with reluctance, and trembling hands reached out to gently touch Bei Lin'er's calloused hands.
She remembers how delicate these hands used to be, like the finest silk, untouched by the trials of life. Now, these hands have become rough, calloused, each one bearing the persistent traces of Bei Lin'er. "Princess..." the old nanny's voice choked up, tears swirling in her eyes, "In the palace, your hands were the most cherished, not even the wind dared to touch them."
Bei Lin'er Holding grandma's hand, I gently shook my head and said, "Grandma, that's in the past. Now, I want to use these hands to protect the ones I care about."
Grandma's tears finally fell, and she wiped them with a handkerchief: "Ling'er, don't you really need to take a rest?"
Bei Lin'er smiled slightly, with a determined light shining in her eyes: "Grandma, the path of the sword has no end, I cannot stop. This pain, compared to the pain of losing our home, is nothing."
Grandma can no longer say anything, she can only silently support from the side.
She watched as Bei Lin'er raised her sword again, beginning a new round of practice. With each sword strike, Bei Lin'er's breath accompanied it.
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