Sword God

The sun was shining, and on the martial arts ground, a group of children gathered together.

"How are Hu Xiaoque's cultivation practices in these ten days?" Chen Chuyun's voice was still cold, sweeping his eyes like autumn water, and paused on Chen Zong's face.

Chen Wu and Chen Shaoze and Chen Che and Chen Yan raised questions and got answers.

"In this lesson, I will explain the swordsmanship." Chen Chuyun answered the question: "The afterimage swordsmanship, the willow swordsmanship, and the eagle fencing swordsmanship. You have already practiced it, or you have just contacted it."

"No matter what, I hope you will listen carefully."

Chen Chuyun is always a cold look. If it wasn't that night, Chen Zong saw her eyes glowing and thought she had only one expression.

"The afterimage swordsmanship, the afterimage of the sword, the arm must be used to drive the wrist when the sword is released..."

Chen Chuyun obviously has a very deep understanding of this residual shadow swordsmanship. Speaking in concise and straightforward language makes people understand, especially Chen Zong, combining it with his own understanding, and comprehending it in a straight line.

Speaking of the mystery, Chen Chuyun will also draw a sword to practice.

Her sword has a bright body and ripples on its blade. It looks sharper. Compared with the iron sword Chen Zong took, she doesn't know how much better she is.

Anyone who practiced swords longed for a good sword, and Chen Zuoyi and others also had hot eyes.

After talking about the residual shadow swordsmanship, Chen Chuyun explained Fuliu swordsmanship again, followed by the falconry falconry. Chen Zong and others were shocked to find that Chen Chuyun’s three swordsmanships had all achieved perfection.

After the three swordsmanship is finished, half an hour is left.

"Do you have any questions?" Chen Chuyun glanced at him.

She explained it very thoroughly. For a time, everyone had not digested it, and naturally there was no doubt.

"Next, I want to teach you a sword technique." Chen Chuyun said again, everyone's eyes lit up, full of anticipation.

"This swordsmanship is called the basic eighteen styles." Chen Chuyun held the sword and practiced it. Except for Chen Zong, the other six people were more or less disappointed, different from what they expected. Chen Zong It looked very seriously.

"Basic eighteen types, including split, point, stab, pick, and stab... 18 movements are not foundational martial arts, and they don't have much power, but they will be helpful for practicing swords. It is best to take the time to practice on weekdays." Chen Chuyun will perform the basic eighteen exercises several times.

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

Chen Zong was startled.

The state of perfection is not the end of martial arts?

Is there a higher level?

"On completion, there is indeed a higher level." Chen Chuyun said after a little deep thought, the cold voice seemed to drift a little bit more: "On completion, it is for the slightest."

"Into the micro." Everyone repeated in a low voice.

Chen Zong only felt hot in his heart, and he couldn't tell why. The heart beat faster than usual.

The words "into the micro..." are full of magic.

"You don't have to think about it now." Chen Chuyun's cold voice awakened everyone: "There is no one in the entire family hall."

"If there are no other doubts, this lesson ends here." Chen Chuyun said after pouring cold water. Although the stipulated course is two hours, the teacher actually arranges for himself: "Chen Zong, you come with me."

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

...

An independent courtyard with a courtyard of ten meters in length and width, this is Chen Chuyun's residence in the family hall.

"Can you live in such a small courtyard after teaching and becoming a warrior?" Chen Zong asked.

"Top ten talents." Chen Chuyun answered succinctly, but Chen Zong was shocked. What he said was that Chen Chuyun could be included in the top ten among the entire family of clan princes. Have you reached the state of Xiaocheng?"

"Already." Chen Zong nodded.

"Practice." Chen Chuyun's tone was sharp and his eyes were hot.

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

"Good!" Three consecutive words show Chen Chuyun's inner excitement, such as the eyes of Qiu Shui are hot at this time, and he is about to burn Chen Zong. sword?"

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

"Do you want to apprentice?" Chen Zong asked.

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

"I wish." Chen Zong solemnly replied.

"Okay, I have an empty room here. Do you live here or where you lived?" Chen Chuyun said directly.

"Teaching, I still live in the original place." Chen Zong did not hesitate and did not want to cause extra trouble for Chen Chuyun.

"Follow you, but every day, you have to come over to practice swords for three hours." Chen Chuyun did not force Chen Zong to move in and asked for time to practice swords, but Chen Zong had no objections.

Until now, apart from Daddy giving him some pointers, he has always come to rely on his own efforts. Some masters are willing to point him to practice swords, and they can't do anything.

"Start now." Chen Chuyun thrived: "Practice the basic eighteen styles."

Chen Zong puzzled.

"Practicing the basic eighteen styles will have significant help for other swordsmanship." Chen Chuyun said in a very positive tone.

Chen Zong immediately practiced. He remembered Chen Chuyun's previous exercises clearly. At the beginning, his movements were slow, and some were not in place. Chen Chuyun would give instructions. The second pass was basically correct, and the third pass accelerated.

The tenth time, I walked with the sword, one sword at a time, and the sword light surrounded my body as if I had practiced it thousands of times.

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

After training for the twentieth time, Chen Chuyun stopped, and led Chen Zong to the corner of the courtyard, where a gate-shaped wooden frame was erected, with round wooden beads hanging from it, the largest as an egg, the smallest as a soybean, a row open.

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

"Only fast, can it be unprepared to attack its unprepared, which is unpredictable."

"The only thing is that we can make a hundred successes and never shift."

"Only stability, can you not lose your hand, easy to handle."

"Only ruthless, can the enemy be killed and thorny."

In just four sentences, Chen Zong shivered as if struck by lightning, his pupils dilated and contracted sharply, and there was a storm in his heart.

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

"From now on, your arms will be tied with a ten-pound heavy iron piece, which can only be increased and cannot be removed, so as to practice fast word tactics." Chen Juyun said, picking up a black thin iron piece arranged neatly in the corner. It is made of heavy iron and weighs ten times the weight of iron pieces of the same size. It is suitable for heavy objects.

Chen Zong didn't feel much about the heavy iron straps on his arms, but he who had been training with weight-bearing knows that the longer the weight-bearing time is, the more obvious the load will feel.

"Punctured wooden beads training quasi-word tactics."

"When your sword can easily stab the smallest round wooden bead, it will be successful." Then, Chen Zong only felt the dazzling light in front of his eyes, and the center of the small round bead of soybean size appeared a little bit, that round wood The ball seemed to be fixed by death, Chen Zong sucked in the air, and his heart thundered.

In an instant, Chen Chuyun drew his sword and then retracted it into his sheath. It was incredible. With his strengthened eyesight, he could only see the sword flash. If he was an enemy, he would not even know how to die.

The most important thing is that such a rapid sword stab not only hits the center of the soy-size round wooden beads, but also does not pierce the soy-sized round wooden beads, and the round wooden beads do not move, indicating that the one that Chen Chuyun stabbed The sword is not only extremely accurate, but also has an amazing level of control over power.

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

"Such a 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. ."

Chen Zong's response satisfied Chen Chuyun.

Practicing swords is all about talent, and you need to be passionate enough.

"Start training from the largest round wooden ball." Chen Chuyun stepped back to make enough room.

Chen Zong took a deep breath and walked in front of an egg-shaped round wooden ball, separated by a distance. His eyes stared at the round wooden ball and slowly adjusted his posture until he felt that he was best at the sword.

Holding his breath, there was only the egg-sized round wooden ball in his eyes. His body twisted and he pulled out his sword.

This is not difficult for Chen Zong, who cultivated the eight types of true swords to Xiaocheng, and during the twenty days he lived in Fenghoulin, he used swords to pierce fish, split branches, etc., and also exercised precision. .

With a sword, the round wooden bead was stabbed and shattered.

Chen Chuyun nodded imperceptibly.

Put the sword into the sheath, lock the second-largest round wooden ball, and adjust and release the sword.

When Chen Zong punctured the third largest round wooden bead, he spurted the sword toward the fourth largest round wooden bead but brushed it from the side.

"Your sword is not fast enough or accurate." Chen Chuyun is not polite. Although she feels that Chen Zong's first attempt at this step is very good, she can't over-praise, so that the other party will not breed pride: "First practice for an hour. "

Chen Zong also felt that the sword was not fast enough and accurate enough, even the biggest round wooden bead in the stabbing, after some preparation, was not skilled enough.

My goal is to reach Chen Chuyun like a sword and be able to stab, and can accurately control the power.

Practice repeatedly until your arms are sore and rested, and then, practice the word stabilization.

The practice of Wenzi Jue is to hold the hilt in your hand and extend the sword forward, in a straight line with the arm, with a ten-pound heavy iron ball hanging at the end of the sword.

At first there was no pressure, but with the passage of time, gradually, Chen Zong felt that the great muscles of his right arm were being pulled forward, and he began to feel pain, as if torn, still holding his teeth.

Five minutes later, Chen Zong felt that his arm had lost consciousness, and he had to put down his rest. Chen Chuyun's fingers gently kneaded on Chen Zong's right arm, gradually regaining consciousness.

"Continue." Chen Chuyun was like Master Yan.

Repeated practice a few times, and pricked the wooden ball.

"Today, here again tomorrow." Chen Chuyun said.

"Teaching, say goodbye." Chen Zong bowed very officially. Although there was no teacher, Chen Chuyun was very grateful for his teaching.

Walking lightly and walking out of the small courtyard, Chen Zong felt that today's sunshine was exceptionally brilliant.