Chapter 9 Sword Skills
Early the next morning, Zhao Changhe looked at the steamed buns delivered by the handyman in silence, and complained resentfully: "Is this the breakfast? I haven't eaten well at the inn on the way."
Luo Qi hesitated to speak. After talking nonsense last night, this guy went back and squatted in a lunge position for half an hour. He went to bed when he was tired and paralyzed. He snored as soon as he put his head on the table, making him unable to sleep well all night.
But the effort is really remarkable.
Luo Qi didn't know whether to laugh at him for overestimating his abilities or to encourage him. He silently munched on the steamed buns and said, "It's winter, so it's good to have something to eat. You and I also had chicken legs last night. Do you know how many people are drooling?" ?”
Zhao Changhe woke up. Regardless of whether this is a world of military force or only education, it is a model of the ancient world. With the productivity of ancient times, the landlords may not be able to have meat for every meal. What's more, these are still "troubled times". Many people don't have enough to eat, and they can't get up early to eat. The treatment of the belly is pretty good...
Thinking about it, I feel a little worried. The human nutrition required for this blood evil skill is no joke. It is not enough to rely on cornbread. I wonder if there is a mission to obtain it.
Is it possible that I want to rob it too?
The things that I don’t adapt to are not just this Wowotou, but also all kinds of other things that don’t go well with me.
For example, there is a waterfall behind the mountain village, and the water falls into a pool, and then separates the stream, and goes all the way down the mountain. The scenery is actually pretty good. The daily water is collected here by the handymen... However, no one will carry water for you to wash, it is collected for drinking. Who can jump into a pool to take a bath in this weather? How are you spending your days...
Luo Qi scratched his itch and complained: "I have never had a bath for so many days...what a **** place. The conditions of the Luo family are what many people can only dream of. It's a good thing that you have become a wanted criminal."
Zhao Changhe said "Hi": "When did you talk about this again..."
Luo Qi turned his head and ignored him. He knew that he was making trouble unreasonably, and it made no sense to blame Zhao Changhe for this.
Actually, Zhao Changhe himself is the same. After such a luxurious modern life, he has become like this, so he understands Luo Qi's unreasonable complaints. If the blind man were in front of him now, Zhao Changhe would probably be able to slap him and call him out.
I don’t know how other mountain kings can feel happy...but he knows that no matter how happy he is, he must be a mountain king, not a pawn.
"I'm going to practice martial arts." Zhao Changhe didn't say much, just gnawed on the cornstarch and went to the martial arts field in the village.
As a newbie who has never been exposed to martial arts, you can't learn anything by just reading "secret books". Someone has to answer your questions, otherwise there are many terms that you can't understand. Luo Qi's approach is completely different from that of the Blood God Sect, so it's useless to ask him.
Fang Buping, the head of Tangtang Branch, is not teaching here. He has his own teaching mission and is responsible for teaching people. You can just go and learn.
There is no snow today. When they arrived at the martial arts performance field, there were already many people practicing martial arts in the field, and Zhao Changhe discovered that what they were practicing happened to be swords.
The voice of teaching and teaching echoed in the field: "Although the sword is easy to use, it is not about hacking and slashing! Look at this simple turning around and slashing. How many times have I said this? The range cannot be too large, otherwise it will be full of flaws and there will be no time to recover. Guard. Zhang Quan! Look at your twisted waist, do you think it’s your mother doing the Yangko dance?”
Zhao Changhe looked carefully at Zhang Quan, whom the deacon was pointing at. Zhang Quan turned around and slashed with a knife, which was extremely fast and violent. It looked like anyone who made a sneak attack behind him would be cut into two pieces, but he was scolded heavily.
Chuanfa taught a hand to win the full knife: "Lao Tzu will demonstrate again, it's optimistic!"
His legs were slightly bowed, his steps were slightly wrong, and his waist was twisted. Zhao Changhe saw the flash of the sword flash by, and the sword stopped steadily at a 90-degree position behind him.
This sword was obviously faster than the full swing just now, but it stopped very steadily, without advancing any further, as if there was a wall blocking the sword.
He taught the Dharma and said loudly: "Only when you use all your strength can you use it with ease. With a sword like this, no matter whether you can achieve the desired effect or not, even if you have not exhausted your strength, your potential will change!"
That’s it, that’s it.
How did you get slapped in the dream at that time?
Even the simplest martial arts has its own skills. If I had practiced such a move back then, even if it was just the basics, the outcome might have been different...
It's going round and round, it's the beginning... Although it may have deviated from the original intention of the blind man's arrangement, but that may be a good thing...
But I heard Zhang Quandao: "But to teach you, I didn't mean to use so much force, but it requires the sword to be drawn out quickly. Once it is too fast, it will be impossible to hold back..." "This requires practice! Just turn around and use the sword." How much intensity and where to stop, practice it a thousand times a day, and you will know it!" Teacher Sun still said in a loud voice, "Besides, did you understand the coordination of my waist and legs just now? Your lunge and horse stance are not good-looking!"
“Huh?” Zhang Quan scratched his head: “No, I didn’t see clearly, can the teaching be continued…”
“Huh?” Mr. Sun stared.
Zhang Quan shrank with a smile.
Other members of the congregation said one after another: "No one saw it clearly. The teacher should demonstrate it again..."
Professor Sun shook his head, very disappointed. Because this is not the first time I have said it, everyone is as stupid as a cow, they learned it yesterday and forgot it today, and they all dare to say it with a shy face without even seeing it clearly.
He looked around to see if anyone understood, but he caught sight of Zhao Changhe who was standing far away, thoughtfully.
"Um, Zhao Changhe, right?" Sun Jiaoxi shouted: "What's your expression? Do you understand?"
"Oh..." Zhao Changhe came to his senses and stepped forward hesitantly: "Give me a knife to try?"
Professor Sun directly handed over the knife, but at the same time he added: "Raise your head, hold your chest out! Speak louder! Are you a soft-spoken man like Lu Lin? Are you taking the scholar exam?"
Zhao Changhe twitched his cheek: "I am a member of the Demon Cult. There are also some sinister people..."
"Fuck, you're pretty good at fighting! You haven't joined the religion yet, and now you're just...forget it." Sun Jiaoxi hesitated and waved his hands: "Anyway, why don't you speak louder? You haven't eaten yet?"
Zhao Changhe said loudly: "Give me a try with the knife!"
Professor Sun handed over the knife with great satisfaction.
Zhao Changhe: “…”
Who is this?
After taking the knife, it felt really light. It only weighed maybe two or three kilograms... This was an ordinary single knife, just like the one he stabbed Luo Zhenwu to death. It was not the broad knife that weighed tens of kilograms in his dream. He doubted the reality. There is no such knife.
When swinging the broadsword, he had to throw it back with all his strength. It was impossible to control where the sword stopped, but this single sword seemed to be able to do so. Zhao Changhe recalled what Teacher Sun had done just now, turned around with a lunge, and with a "swish" sound, he quickly slashed backwards with his single sword, trying to stop at Teacher Sun's position just now, seemingly.
Sun Jiaoxi looked a little surprised: "My understanding is good! With such an understanding and a good body, how could I just start learning martial arts? It's a pity, it's a pity."
Zhao Changhe returned the knife, cupped his fists and said, "Please give me some advice."
"The hands are not stable enough and the position is not precise enough. This needs to be practiced...here..." Teacher Sun took Zhao Changhe's hand and led him to stop in a position: "Remember this sense of position, find it correctly, every day Just practice swinging the sword like this as many times as you can, and in the future you will be able to swing the sword faster and more steadily. This is the essence of all martial arts in the world!"
Zhao Changhe breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely: "Thank you for teaching me."
Teacher Sun looked at him sideways for a long time, then suddenly turned around and shouted to everyone in the martial arts field: "What are you doing standing still? Practice on your own! Learn from Zhao Changhe! You are so good the first time you learn, do you have the face? You can still chop melons crookedly. Those with cracked dates are not allowed to eat today!”
A group of people stared at Zhao Changhe with unkind eyes.
Zhao Changhe twitched the corner of his mouth. Are you afraid that you will "learn from others' XXX" and offend all your classmates on the first day of school?
Thank you for the journey of reincarnation and Sun Boyan for joining the alliance~
(End of this chapter)