Chapter 4

"Good, very good!"

Qin Qilong had already engraved the clan tablet in a short time, threading it with black silk. He respectfully placed the tiger-headed saber back on the altar stand and beckoned to Little Qin Qi, "Come here, Qi'er, do you see this saber? Come, follow what your father does."

Qin Qilong smiled and demonstrated to Little Qin Qi, extending his right index finger to swipe across the bright blade of the tiger-headed saber. Just a light touch, and a drop of blood oozed from his finger. He wiped the blood on the clan tablet and said with a smile, "Did you see? Just swipe your finger across the blade, and it's fine as long as it bleeds."

"Uh, hmm?"

Little Qin Qi nodded, but his eyes were filled with doubt as he looked at the clan tablet. When Qin Qilong had wiped his finger's blood on the tablet, there was not a trace of blood on it.

"Come, stretch out your hand. My Qi'er is the most obedient. It will hurt a little, but you mustn't cry." Qin Lelong coaxed Little Qin Qi to act.

Little Qin Qi, looking somewhat afraid, walked to the tiger-headed saber. A three-year-old child naturally knew that being cut by a knife would be very painful.

Everyone around was watching.

Three years old, and one can see the future.

The personality and abilities formed before the age of three are the most profound throughout one's life.

Qin Chao also watched curiously. Although "three years old, and one can see the future" is an old saying, scientific research in his previous life also proved that this ancient saying was indeed very reasonable.

Little Qin Qi, looking at the bright blade, became even more afraid. Suddenly, he closed his eyes and reached out to swipe the blade. Swiping a blade with closed eyes, the force was completely uncontrollable, and as a child, he might have cut off his entire finger, but Qin Lelong did not stop him.

The tip of his finger slid across the sharp blade, and half of his finger was instantly cut open. Unlike when Qin Lelong only bled a drop, this time, fresh red blood gushed out.

This little boy swiped so hard that if it weren't for the bone in his finger, the entire finger might have been severed.

Everyone looked at Little Qin Qi, who had now opened his eyes, tears welling up in pain, but he did not cry out.

"Good, very good, Qi'er."

Qin Lelong, though a bit pained, still praised his son, "Come, Qi'er, drip the blood on this wooden tablet." He extended the clan tablet to catch a drop of blood from Qin Qi's finger, about to hang it around Little Qin Qi's neck.

"Let me do it."

The old clan leader walked up to Qin Qi, patting Little Qin Qi's head, "Good, child. You didn't cry even with such a serious injury. You are a true hero of our Qin family. Come, Grandpa will hang the clan tablet for you." He took the clan tablet from Qin Lelong and hung it around Little Qin Qi's neck, "Remember, child, this is our clan tablet, also called the Sha Mu tablet. It signifies that we are all members of the Qin family, and our ancestors worshipped the Xing family. You must wear this tablet while eating and sleeping, never taking it off. In the future, this Sha Mu tablet will be buried with you."

The old clan leader then glared at Qin Lelong, "This child is very strong. Cultivate him well. Even if he can't lead our Qin family, he will be a capable hand in protecting the village and supporting the prosperity of our Qin family."

"Yes! Yes!" Qin Lelong's face lit up with joy. To be recognized by the old clan leader and personally hung with the Sha Mu tablet was a very rare honor.

"This... Old Clan Leader, can you..." Qin Lelong looked at the old clan leader expectantly.

The old clan leader did not speak but pinched Little Qin Qi's shoulder and then felt along his spine.

"Chao'er, watch. The old clan leader is feeling the bones of Qin Qi." Qin Le Dao whispered, "In our Qin family, we feel the bones of children at three years old, start their education at five, and begin martial arts training at seven. The clan tablet determines their character, and feeling the bones determines their martial arts potential. This is the most important for our Qin family to practice martial arts well."

"Feeling the bones?" Qin Chao nodded.

The surroundings were quiet, everyone waiting for the old clan leader's conclusion.

Feeling the bones is important, but not just anyone can do it. Only highly skilled and experienced martial artists can determine a person's martial arts potential by feeling their bones.

The Qin family has many martial arts experts, but only a few can feel the bones, and the old clan leader's judgment is the most accurate. Once the old clan leader makes a judgment, it is like a golden word, never wrong.

"The bones are good."

After feeling Qin Qi's foot bones, the old clan leader nodded slightly and stood up, "Lelong, bandage the child. His bones are suitable for martial arts."

Qin Lelong's eyes lit up, but he did not move, looking expectantly at the old clan leader, "Old Clan Leader, what kind of bones does Qi'er have?"

Martial arts potential is categorized by animal names, the fiercer the animal, the better the potential.

"Ha ha, what kind of bones? It's a bear, a thousand-year-old black bear. Ha ha, this child will definitely be strong in the future, with powerful attacks and defenses, but a bit lacking in flexibility." The old clan leader laughed heartily.

"Bear!" Qin Lelong's mouth dropped open, then he beamed with joy.

"Little Qi from the Lelong family is actually a bear!"

"This little Qi, who usually doesn't show much, has such good martial arts potential!"

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The people around couldn't help but buzz with excitement at the evaluation.

A bear is a fierce mountain beast, unafraid of lions and tigers. Such good bones are already of the highest grade.

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After Qin Qi, each child came up one by one. Children are naturally afraid of pain and love to cry. Although the Qin family children are brave, and their parents are good at guiding them in this aspect, many were still scared and cried, not daring to reach out to swipe the blade. In such cases, parents often had to help cut their fingers to draw blood, which was somewhat embarrassing. Even if the bones were good afterward, their faces were still grim.

"Look, it's that Qin Long. I wonder how this child will perform?"

Among the forty-five three-year-old Qin family boys, the most attention was on Qin Chao and Qin Long.

Qin Chao is the son of Qin Le Dao, the best hero of the Le generation, and Wang Fei's sister, Dao Yufeng. It's impossible for such a person not to attract attention.

And Qin Long, with the dragon-shaped birthmark on the back of his neck, though kept secret, how could the Qin family villagers not know?

At this time, everyone was superstitious. A dragon birthmark meant that even if he wasn't a true dragon descended from heaven, he would surely be a great person if he didn't die young. Qin Long also showed excellent qualities from a young age, being smart, sensible, and brave.

On the high platform, Qin Long stood in front of the huge tiger-headed saber, his face very calm. However, being so young, though he tried to look calm, his eyes betrayed his fear.

"Come, Long'er, you are the best." Qin Le Jin called out.

"Uh, I am the best, of course." Qin Long took another step forward, cautiously bringing his finger close to the sharp blade, lightly swiping it, seemingly without breaking the skin. The onlookers, with their keen eyes, chuckled. Qin Long, seemingly unable to save face, swiped again, this time harder, and a drop of blood immediately oozed from his finger.

"Father, bring the tablet." Little Qin Long, seemingly unfazed by the pain, instructed, acting like a little adult, a man. Everyone couldn't help but nod in approval. Among the children who had already come up, Qin Long performed the best.

"Come, Long'er, Grandpa will hang the clan tablet for you."

The old clan leader once again stepped in, personally hanging the Sha Mu tablet on Qin Long, then feeling his bones.

Instantly, the entire ancestral hall fell silent. A few children with good bones had already appeared, even a White Tiger bone structure, which is the best. Qin Long, born with a dragon-shaped birthmark, was naturally extraordinary. What could be better than a White Tiger bone structure?

"Hmm?"

In front of the altar, the old clan leader felt Qin Long's back and neck bones, suddenly showing a look of surprise. As he continued to feel, his expression became excited, even fearful, and his hands trembled.

Seeing this, everyone held their breath, afraid to disturb the old clan leader.

"How... How can it be this..."

The old clan leader felt Qin Long from head to toe again, taking a deep breath, his face showing rare excitement.

"Good, good, good..."

The old clan leader said three "goods" in a row, then burst into a hearty laugh, "Ancestors bless, our Qin family village will produce another capable person. Just wait and see how the Guan family will compete with us in twenty years."

"Old Clan Leader, Old Clan Leader!"

Qin Le Jin, seeing the old clan leader's joy, asked repeatedly, "What kind of bone structure does my Long'er have?"

"Yes, what kind of bone structure? Better than Qin Ming's White Tiger?"

"The White Tiger bone structure is the best for the Qin family. The Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Saber is our family's ultimate skill. What kind of bone structure does Qin Long have to make the old clan leader so happy?"

Everyone asked in unison.

The White Tiger bone structure is already the best, but from the old clan leader's expression, Qin Long's bones were clearly much better.

"Long'er's bones are... White Tiger!"

Finally, the old clan leader said these words in response to everyone's anticipation.

"White Tiger?" Everyone was stunned.