Chapter 3 You Are Willing to Learn the Sword with Me

(Everyone is willing to learn swordsmanship with the beautiful senior sister)

The sun was shining brightly, and on the martial arts field, groups of disciples gathered together.

"How has the Tiger Roaring Art been cultivating in these ten days?" Chen Chuyun's voice was still cold, his eyes swept across like autumn water, and he paused for two breaths on Chen Zong's face.

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

"In this class, I want to explain swordsmanship." Chen Chuyun said after answering the question: "Afterimage swordsmanship, Fuliu swordsmanship, and eagle fencing, you have either already practiced it, or you have just come into contact with it."

"Anyway, I hope you will listen carefully."

Chen Izuyun always had a cold look. If it wasn't for that night, Chen Zong would have thought that she only had one expression when he saw the blazing heat from her eyes.

"The afterimage sword technique, the sword transforms afterimages, when the sword is drawn, the arm must be used to drive the wrist..."

Chen Chuyun obviously has a very deep understanding of the afterimage swordsmanship, and he speaks it in concise and straightforward language, which makes people understand it, especially Chen Zong, who combines it with his own understanding and comprehends it in a straight line.

Speaking of the subtleties, Chen Chuyun will also draw his sword and practice.

Her sword, with a shiny body and ripple marks on the blade, looked sharper. Compared with the iron sword that Chen Zong held, it was not known how much better.

All swordsmen desire to have a good sword, and Chen Zuoyi and others also have burning eyes.

After talking about the afterimage swordsmanship, Chen Chuyun explained the Fuliu swordsmanship, followed by the eagle fencing method. Chen Zong and others were shocked to find that Chen Chuyun's three swordsmanships had all reached a state of perfection.

After the three swordsmanships were explained, there was still half an hour left.

"Any questions?" Chen Chuyun glanced at him.

She explained it very thoroughly, and for a while, everyone hadn't digested it, and naturally there were no doubts.

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

"This swordsmanship is called the Basic Eighteen Forms." Chen Chuyun practiced with his sword and practiced. Except for Chen Zong, the other six were more or less disappointed. It was different from what they expected. I looked very carefully.

"Basic 18 moves, including chopping, tapping, stabbing, picking, and flirting... 18 movements are not foundation-building martial arts, nor are they very powerful, but they will be helpful for sword practice. It is best to take time to practice on weekdays." Chen Chuyun will practice the basic 18-style several times.

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

Chen Zong was startled when he heard the words.

Isn't the state of perfection the end of martial arts?

Is there a higher level?

"Above Consummation, there is indeed a higher realm." Chen Chuyun said after pondering for a while, and his cold voice seemed to be a little more erratic: "Above Consummation, it is for subtlety."

"Into the micro." The crowd repeated in a low voice.

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

"Into the micro..." The two words are full of magic.

"You don't have to think about it now." Chen Chuyun's cold voice awakened everyone: "In the entire family hall, no one has reached it."

"If there are no other questions, this class ends here." Chen Chuyun said after pouring cold water, although the class was stipulated to be two hours, it was actually arranged by the teacher himself: "Chen Zong, you come with me."

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

...

An independent courtyard, the courtyard is ten meters long and wide, this is Chen Chuyun's residence in the family hall.

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

"Top ten talents." Chen Chuyun's answer was succinct, but Chen Zong was shocked. The implication is that Chen Chuyun's strength can be listed in the top ten among the children of the entire clan: "Let's talk about the three swordsmanship. Have you reached the realm of Xiaocheng?"

"It's here." Chen Zong nodded.

"Practice." Chen Chuyun's voice was hurried and his eyes were fiery.

Chen Zong immediately drew his sword,

Practice the three swordsmanships one by one.

"Good good!" The three good words in a row showed the excitement in Chen Chuyun's heart, like Qiushui's eyes, but at this moment they were hot like fire, almost wanting to burn Chen Zong, there was a kind of fanaticism: "Chen Zong, you are willing to learn from me. sword?"

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

"Do you want to be a teacher?" Chen Zong asked.

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

"I do." Chen Zong replied solemnly.

"Okay, I have a vacant room here, do you live here or where you used to be?" Chen Chuyun said directly.

"Teaching, I still live where I used to be." Chen Zong did not hesitate, not wanting to cause extra trouble to Chen Chuyun.

"It's up to 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 time to practice swordsmanship. Chen Zong had no objection.

So far in practice, except for Dad who will give him some pointers, he has always relied on his own efforts to keep coming. There are masters who are willing to instruct him to practice swordsmanship.

"Start now." Chen Chuyun resolutely said: "Practice the basic eighteen forms."

Chen Zong was puzzled.

"Practicing the basic eighteen poses will be of great help to other swordsmanship." Chen Chuyun said in a very positive tone.

Chen Zong immediately began to practice. He remembered Chen Chuyun's previous drills clearly. At the beginning, his movements were slow and some were not in place. Chen Chuyun would give pointers. The second time was basically correct, and the third time was faster.

The tenth time, the body followed the sword, and the sword light surrounded the whole body, as if it had been practiced thousands of times.

"Sure enough, he is a swordsman genius." Chen Chuyun's eyes seemed to melt steel.

After practicing for the twentieth time, Chen Chuyun called to stop, and took Chen Zong to the corner of the courtyard. There was a wooden frame in the shape of a door. There were round wooden beads hanging on it. The largest was like an egg, and the smallest was like a soybean. open.

"There are four key points to practicing swordsmanship, which are the foundation of swordsmanship." Chen Chuyun's voice was powerful, and his words were like swords: "Fast, steady, accurate, and ruthless!"

"Only fast can we be able to attack the unprepared by surprise, making it hard to guard against."

"Only accurate, can you be perfect and never deviate."

"Only stability can you not miss a shot and be at ease."

"Only ruthlessness can kill the enemy and cut through thorns."

In just four sentences, Chen Zong's whole body trembled, as if struck by lightning, his pupils dilated and contracted sharply, and there seemed to be a storm in his heart.

"No matter what kind of swordsmanship you practice, the ultimate goal is to protect yourself and kill the enemy, and you can't do without the root."

"From now on, your arms will be tied with ten kilograms of heavy iron pieces, which can only be added and cannot be removed, so as to practice quick calligraphy." Chen Chuyun picked up the black thin iron pieces neatly arranged in a corner and said. It is made of heavy iron, and its weight is ten times that of iron pieces of the same size, making it suitable for heavy objects.

Chen Zong didn't feel much when the heavy iron sheets were tied with his arms, but he knew that the longer the weight-bearing time, the more obvious the feeling of the load would be.

"Thorn round wooden beads training quasi-character formula."

"When your sword can stab the smallest round wooden bead, it is considered successful." After speaking, Chen Zong only felt a dazzling light flashing in front of his eyes, and a small point appeared in the center of the soybean-sized round wooden bead. The ball seemed to be firmly fixed, motionless, Chen Zong sucked in the air, and his heart was turbulent.

In an instant, Chen Chuyun drew his sword and stabbed it back into the sheath, which was incredibly fast. With his enhanced eyesight, he could only see a flash of sword light. If he was an enemy, he didn't even know how he would die.

The most important thing is that the sword pierced so quickly not only hit the center of the bean-sized round wooden bead, but also did not pierce the bean-sized round wooden bead. The sword is not only extremely precise, but also has an amazing control over power.

That sword fully explained to Chen Zong what it means to be fast, accurate 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 integrated into the swordsmanship, it will make the swordsmanship faster, more accurate and stable, will it not be a great increase in power? ."

Chen Zong's response made Chen Chuyun very satisfied.

To practice swordsmanship, it is one thing to have talent, but also to be enthusiastic enough.

"Start training with the largest wooden bead." Chen Chuyun stepped back and made enough room.

Chen Zong took a deep breath and walked in front of the egg-sized wooden bead, separated by a distance, his eyes fixed on the wooden bead, and he slowly adjusted his posture until he felt that the best sword was out.

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

This is not difficult for Chen Zong, who has cultivated the eight types of real swords to a small level. Moreover, during the 20 days he lived in Fenghao Forest, he used swords to stab fish, split branches, etc., and also exercised precision. .

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

Chen Chuyun nodded faintly.

Put the sword into the sheath, lock the second largest log bead, adjust and pull out the sword.

When Chen Zong stabbed the third largest wooden bead, he stabbed at the fourth largest wooden bead with his sword but brushed it by the side.

"Your sword is not fast enough and not accurate enough." Chen Chuyun was rude, although she felt that Chen Zong's first attempt was a good step, but she should not praise her too much, lest the other party breed pride: "Practice for an hour first. "

Chen Zong also felt that the sword was not fast enough and accurate enough. Even if it stabbed the largest wooden bead, it was not skilled enough after some preparation.

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

Repeat the practice until the arm is sore and soft to rest, and then, it is the practice of stabilizing the word.

The practice of Steady Word Jue is to hold the hilt of the sword, stretch the sword forward, in a straight line with the arm, and hang a ten-jin heavy iron ball at the end of the sword.

There was no pressure at first, but as time passed, Chen Zong felt that the tendon in his right arm was being pulled forward, and it started to hurt, as if it was about to be torn, but he still held on.

Five minutes later, Chen Zong felt that his arm lost consciousness and had to put it down to rest. Chen Chuyun gently kneaded his fingers on Chen Zong's right arm, and gradually regained consciousness. It was warm and comfortable, and he recovered after a few minutes.

"Continue." Chen Chuyun was like a strict teacher.

Repeat the practice several times, and stab the wooden ball again.

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

"Teaching, farewell." Chen Zong bowed and saluted very formally. Although Chen Chuyun did not pay a teacher, Chen Zong was very grateful for his teaching.

Walking briskly and walking out of the courtyard, Chen Zong felt that the sun today was extraordinarily bright.