MTL - Sword God

(You may wish to learn the sword with the beautiful sister)

The sun was shining, and a group of children gathered on the training ground.

"How is the training of Hu Xiaojue in these ten days?" Chen Chuyun's voice remained cold, as Qiushui's eyes glanced over, and he paused for a while on Chen Zong's face.

Chen Wu, Chen Shaoze and Chen Che Chen Yan asked questions and got answers.

"In this class, I want to explain swordsmanship." Chen Chuyun said after answering the question: "The shadow-sword swordsman, brush willow swordsmanship and eagle swordsmanship, you have already practiced or just contacted."

"Anyway, I hope you listen carefully."

Chen Chuyun always looks cold. If it was not that night, Chen Zong saw her eyes bursting into the heat and thought she had only one expression.

"Residual shadow swordsmanship, the sword becomes a residual shadow, and the arm must be used to move the wrist ..."

Chen Chuyun obviously has a very deep understanding of this residual shadow swordsmanship. The simple and straightforward language spoken makes people understand it, especially Chen Zong, combining it with his own understanding, and comprehend the straight line.

Speaking of mysteries, Chen Chuyun will also pull his sword and practice.

Her sword, the sword body, was bright, and there were ripple marks on the blade. It looked sharper than the iron sword that Chen Zong took. I didn't know how much better.

Every sword practitioner desires a good sword, and Chen Zuoyi and others also have hot eyes.

After talking about the residual swordsmanship, Chen Chuyun explained the brushing willow swordsmanship, and then the fencing of the eagle. Chen Zong and others were shocked to find that Chen Chuyun's three swordsmanship had all reached a satisfactory state.

After explaining the three swordsmanship, half an hour remains.

"Any questions?" Chen Chuyun glanced over.

She explained very thoroughly. For a while, everyone had not digested, and naturally there was no question at all.

"Next, I will teach you a sword technique." Chen Chuyun said again, everyone's eyes brightened, full of expectations.

"This sword technique is called the Basic Eighteenth Style." Chen Chuyun held the sword and practiced it. Except for Chen Zong, the other six were more or less disappointed, different from what they expected, Chen Zong. He looked at it seriously.

"Basic eighteen styles, including splits, points, stabs, picks, and slaps ... Eighteen moves are not foundational martial arts and have little power, but they are helpful for practicing swords. It is best to take time to practice." Chen Chuyun will practice the basic eighteenth exercise several times.

"Teaching, I have a question." Chen Zuoyi opened his mouth and asked Chen Chuyun's eyes: "I heard that the completion of martial arts is not the end. I don't know what the above realm is?"

Chen Zong heard a word.

A perfect state is not the end of martial arts?

Still higher?

"There is indeed a higher realm above consummation." Chen Chuyun said after a little groaning, the cold voice seemed a little more erratic: "above consummation, it is to be in the slightest."

"Nice." Everyone repeated in a low voice.

Chen Zong only felt hot inside, and couldn't say why, his heart seemed to be beating faster than usual.

The word "into the micro ..." is full of magic.

"Don't think about it now." Chen Chuyun's cold voice awakened everyone: "No one in the entire clan."

"If there is no other question, this lesson is over." Chen Chuyun said after pouring cold water, although the prescribed course is two hours, the actual practice is arranged by the teacher: "Chen Zong, you follow me."

Looking at the back of Chen Zong and Chen Chuyun leaving, Chen Zuoyi and others looked ugly.

...

An independent courtyard with a length of ten meters each. This is the residence of Chen Chuyun in the clan.

"Teaching, can you live in such a small courtyard after becoming a warrior?" Chen Zong asked.

"Top ten talents." Chen Chuyun answered briefly and Chen Zong was shocked. In the implication, Chen Chuyun's strength among the children of the entire family can be included in the top ten: Ever reached Xiaocheng? "

"It's here." Chen Zong nodded.

"Exercise." Chen Chuyun's tone of eyes was hot.

Chen Zong immediately drew his sword and practiced the three swords one by one.

"Okay!" Three good words in a row showed Chen Chuyun's inner excitement, like Qiushui's eyes were hot at this time, and I wanted to burn Chen Zong. sword?"

Chen Zong stunned slightly. From Chen Chuyun's eyes, he saw a kind of enthusiasm for the sword, and his heart was greatly shaken.

"Are you going to worship?" Chen Zong asked.

"No, I just want to witness the rise of a genius in swordsmanship." Chen Chu's eyes were still hot.

"I wish," Chen Zong solemnly answered.

"Okay, I have a room here. Do you live here or where you were?" Chen Chuyun said directly.

"Teaching, I still live where I was." Chen Zong didn't hesitate and didn't want to give Chen Chuyun extra trouble.

"It's with you, but every day, you have to come and practice swords for three hours." Chen Chuyun did not force Chen Zong to move in, but asked for sword practice time. Chen Zong had no objection.

Up to now, apart from his father giving him some pointers, he has been relying on his own efforts. Some experts are willing to give him pointers to practice swords.

"Begin now." Chen Chuyun swiftly popularized: "Practice the eighteenth basic form."

Chen Zong was puzzled.

"Practising the basic eighteen styles will help other swordsmanship practice significantly." Chen Chuyun said in a very affirmative tone.

Chen Zong practiced immediately. He remembered the previous drills by Chen Chuyun. He moved slowly at the beginning, but some were not in place. Chen Chuyun would give instructions. The second pass was basically correct, and the third pass accelerated.

The tenth time, he followed the sword, one sword at a time, and the sword light surrounded the whole body, as if he had practiced thousands of times.

"It really is a genius for sword training." Chen Chuyun's eyes seemed to be able to melt the steel.

After training for the twentieth time, Chen Chuyun shouted to stop and took Chen Zong to the corner of the courtyard. Here, a gate-shaped wooden frame was erected, with round wooden beads hanging from it. open.

"There are four tips for practicing swords, which are the fundamentals of swordsmanship." Chen Chuyun's voice was powerful, words like swords: "Fast, stable, accurate, and cruel!"

"Only fast, you can be unprepared to attack and be unprepared, which is indefensible."

"The only thing that can be done is 100%, and there will be no deviation."

"Only stable, can we not miss, and have more ease."

"Only ruthless can we kill the enemy and defeat the thorns."

In just four sentences, Chen Zong trembled. If he was struck by lightning, his pupils enlarged and contracted sharply, and his heart seemed to be stormy.

"No matter what kind of swordsmanship you practice, the ultimate goal is to protect yourself and kill the enemy.

"From now on, you need to tie ten pounds of heavy iron pieces to your arms. You can only add them and not remove them, so you can practice your skills quickly." Chen Chuyun said, picking up the thin black iron pieces neatly arranged at the corner. It is cast by heavy iron and weighs ten times as much as an iron piece of the same size, which is suitable for heavy objects.

With heavy iron straps tied to his arms, Chen Zong didn't feel much, but he once knew that the longer the weight-bearing time, the more obvious the feeling of load.

"Thornwood Beads Training Criteria."

"When your sword can stab the smallest round wooden beads with your hand, it is considered to be successful." Then, Chen Zong only felt the glare in front of his eyes, and a small bit of soybean-sized round wooden beads appeared in the center. However, the ball seemed to be fixed tightly, without any movement. Chen Zong took the air, and his heart was terrible.

For a moment, Chen Chuyun pulled out his sword and drew it into his sheath. It was unbelievably fast. With his strengthened eyesight, he could only see a flash of Jianguang. If he was an enemy, he would not even know how to die.

The most important thing is that such a rapid stab of the sword not only hit the center of the soybean-sized round wood beads, but also did not pierce the soybean-sized round wood beads. The round wood beads were immobile, indicating that Chen Chuyun stabbed with the hand. The sword is not only extremely precise, but also the control of its strength reaches an astonishing level.

That sword fully explained to Chen Zong what is fast, accurate and stable.

"This sword, although simple, is better than thousands of swordsmanship." Chen Zong secretly said, his heart was extremely hot: "If it is incorporated into the swordsmanship, the swordsmanship will be faster, more accurate, and more stable. Wouldn't it be a great increase in power? . "

Chen Zongyun's response made Chen Chuyun very satisfied.

It is one thing to have a talent in sword training, and you need to be enthusiastic enough.

"Start training from the largest round wooden beads." Chen Izuo stepped back to make enough space.

Chen Zong took a deep breath, walked in front of the egg-sized round wooden beads, and stared at the round wooden beads at a distance, slowly adjusting his posture until he felt that he had the best sword.

Holding her breath, there was only the egg-sized round wooden bead in her eyes, her body twisted and she drew her sword out.

This is not very difficult for Chen Zong, who practiced the Eight Swords of the True Sword to Xiaocheng, moreover, UU Reading Book www. uukanshu. During the twenty days that Com lived in the Wind Roar Forest, he practiced precision with swords and fish, chopping branches, etc.

With a sword, the round wooden beads were stabbed and shattered apart.

Chen Chuyun nodded slightly.

Close the sword into the sheath, lock the second largest round wooden bead, adjust, and exit the sword.

After Chen Zong stabbed the third largest round wooden ball, he stabbed his sword toward the fourth largest round wooden ball and rubbed it from the side.

"Your sword is not fast enough or accurate enough." Chen Chuyun was not polite. Although she felt that Chen Zong's first attempt could do this step very well, but she should not praise too much, lest the other party breed pride: "Practice for an hour first. "

Chen Zong also felt that the sword was indeed not fast enough or accurate enough. Even the largest round wooden bead stabbed was not prepared enough.

His goal is to achieve Chen Chuyun's ability to stab it with a sword, and to precisely control his strength.

Repeat the exercises until your arms are soaked and rested. Then, it is the practice of stabilization.

The practice of Wenzijue is to hold the sword handle, extend the sword forward, and make a straight line with the arm. A ten-pound heavy iron ball is hung on the end of the sword.

There was no pressure at first, but over time, gradually, Chen Zong felt that the big tendon in his right arm was pulled forward, and began to ache, as if torn, and still clenched his teeth.

Five minutes later, Chen Zong felt that his arm was unconscious, and had to put down his rest. Chen Chuyun gently knead his fingers on Chen Zong's right arm, and gradually recovered his consciousness. He was very comfortable and recovered in a few minutes.

"Continue." Chen Chuyun was like Yan.

Repeated practice several times, and stab the log again.

"Here it is today, come again tomorrow." Chen Chuyun said.

"Teach me, leave." Chen Zong bowed and saluted formally. Although he did not pay homage to the teacher, Chen Chuyun was very grateful for his teaching.

He walked briskly and walked out of the courtyard. Chen Zong felt that today's sunshine is particularly brilliant.