Chapter 283 Looking at the Sword (Part 1)

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"Do you know swordsmanship?" Chu Li asked.

"I don't know how to use swordsmanship, but I really want to learn." Yang Baoshu hurriedly said.

Chu Li shook his head: "Practicing swords is not easy. It is said that you practice swords in three years and swords in ten years."

"I don't think they've been used for ten years."

"They didn't get home."

"That's it..." Yang Baoshu hurriedly said, "Then sir, have you practiced well yet?"

"I—?" Chu Li smiled and said, "It's still far away."

"I want to practice swordsmanship, can I succeed?" Yang Baoshu said, "It's not too late, is it?"

"Eighteen?" Chu Li motioned him to sit down and talk: "After ten years of practice, twenty-eight is not too late."

Yang Baoshu hurriedly said, "Then can you teach me?"

"My swordsmanship is not good, fancy style." Chu Li shook his head and said.

Yang Baoshu looked disappointedly at the long sword on the table.

Even tricks are fine, much better than not knowing anything.

It seems that people don't want to teach. I have to ask my mother to prepare some gifts tomorrow. Don't all apprentices have to give gifts!

Chu Li picked up the tea and took a sip.

Yang Baoshu got up to leave knowingly, and before leaving, he looked at the long sword on the table reluctantly.

When he came back the next evening, he brought back a long piece of wood, and after a lot of tinkering in the yard, he cut out a long sword, which was similar in shape and color to the Dust Light Sword, but it was a good craft.

Chu Li was still practicing his sword in the setting sun, moving slowly, looking for that hazy feeling.

As long as you catch this trace of perfect fit, Dayuan Jingzhi can brand it in your mind with a single stroke. Even if you have practiced it, it is a pity that this trace feels vague and indistinct, as if covered by a thick fog, and you can't touch it anyway.

All the martial arts secrets that he had read in his mind were blending together, charging towards this layer of thick fog, trying to clear the thick fog.

He is not in a hurry, if one day does not make two days, if two days does not make three days, one day he will make it.

He was practicing his sword, Yang Baoshu climbed the ladder to the wall and looked at him with a smile.

Chu Li pretended not to see it and continued to practice his sword.

Yang Baoshu waved the wooden sword, imitating Chu Li's gestures, resembling him.

He felt that practicing this slow sword technique with a wooden sword and peeking a few times was not considered a taboo for martial arts people.

It's a pity that he can't feel the power of this sword technique at all. If this kind of sword technique is used, it really can't kill a chicken.

Chu Li closed his eyes, focused on the inside, and ignored the outside world.

He didn't stop his sword until dusk came and the lights came on.

Seeing him open his eyes, Yang Baoshu waved his sword in greeting: "Sir, what do you think of my sword?"

Chu Li took a glance: "Good sword!"

Yang Baoshu smiled openly: "Sir, let me tell you, my craftsmanship is passed down in my family, and no one in West Wall Street can compare to it!"

Chu Li nodded: "Good craftsmanship."

"Do you want to make another one for sir?" Yang Baoshu said, "Wooden swords are still quite easy to break."

"Thank you, no need." Chu Li said.

"Oh, well, let me know when Mr. wants it in the future, and I will get you a better one!" Yang Baoshu replied disappointedly.

"Ouch! Ah!"

He suddenly screamed, fell from the wall, and landed with a "bang".

"Bastard, you have learned how to jump over walls!" Yang Baoshu's mother, Mrs. Zhou, yelled loudly, "If you don't practice your boxing skills after eating, you're gesticulating with a broken sword. How crazy are you!"

Yang Baoshu patted the mud on his body, and shouted dissatisfied: "Mother, I'm practicing sword."

"You haven't practiced boxing well yet, why are you running to practice swords!" Zhou said angrily, "You don't understand the truth that you can't eat too much? Give me a good boxing practice. If you don't practice twenty today No sleep at all!"

"Mother, how many times have I practiced, this spirit monkey boxing is not good-!" Yang Baoshu said disapprovingly: "It has no power at all, it can't beat others!... So I want to practice sword!"

"Spirit monkey boxing is not good?" Zhou said with his arms crossed and sneered, "You have no skills. Your father practiced this kind of boxing at the beginning. He became a bodyguard master and traveled all over the world. He is very prestigious. Why can't you do it?"

"Yes, I'm not good at it." Yang Baoshu saw that his mother's face had changed, and he quickly subdued: "I will definitely practice, twenty times, right, just twenty times!"

"That's about the same, hurry up!"

Chu Li smiled.

Da Yuan Jingzhi had already seen Yang Baoshu's boxing score clearly, this spirit monkey boxing is really good, but well, ordinary people really can't practice it well.

All the spirit beasts have entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains, like spirit tigers and spirit monkeys, almost no one in the world has ever seen spirit monkeys.

As a result, the essence of Spirit Monkey Boxing cannot be grasped, there is only Spirit Monkey Boxing, but it cannot be trained for power.

He practiced a good set of Spirit Monkey Boxing into Orangutan Boxing, which is fierce and powerful, but he doesn't know that this is exactly the opposite of the essence of Spirit Monkey Boxing. If he practiced for another hundred years, he still wouldn't get the essence of Spirit Monkey Boxing. Power is limited.

That evening, Chu Li bought two boxes of snacks and was walking back. When he was walking on the street, it happened that Yang Baoshu also came back.

"Mister is back." Yang Baoshu greeted warmly.

Chu Li nodded his head lightly, did not speak, and was unusually cold.

Yang Baoshu scratched his head helplessly.

This weird guy, here he goes again, why he pretended not to know him as soon as he got to the street, and didn't say a word, but he was okay at his house, he was very polite, he was really a weird guy!

Chu Li held the dim sum in one hand, and walked slowly with the other behind him.

Yang Baoshu originally walked briskly, but seeing him walking so slowly, he couldn't be impolite to overtake him directly, but could only follow him, moving one step at a time, which made him anxious enough.

Chu Li glanced at him and gestured with his eyes.

Yang Baoshu understood that he was telling him to go away first, so he hugged his fists and ran away in a hurry.

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As the twilight surged and the lights came on, Chu Li was still practicing his sword in the yard.

In the morning, practice Tianmo Kungfu, White Tiger Lianyangtu, Vajra Duering Divine Kungfu, and from afternoon to evening, practice Yujijing and the seven moves of Excalibur.

Except for the time when he went out for a walk, he was practicing almost all the time, without the interference of secular affairs, he calmed down to practice quietly, and his progress was rapid.

He thought to himself, if he devotes himself to practice like this, it is not too far away to catch up with Duke Lu, but it is a pity that such a time will not be too long.

He was slowly practicing his sword, and Yang Baoshu climbed up the wall again: "Sir, sir, my mother made dumplings, try it."

As he spoke, he dragged the ladder up, took it to Chuli's yard, and walked down with a plate of steaming dumplings.

Without waiting for Chu Li to speak, he put it directly on the stone table: "My mother's craftsmanship is also very good, try it!"

He said and handed over a pair of chopsticks.

Chu Li glanced at him, took the chopsticks and tasted a dumpling. Although it was filled with vegetarian food, it was full of flavor, and it was indeed excellent.

"How about it, is it delicious?" Yang Baoshu said proudly.

"Not bad." Chu Li nodded in satisfaction.

He has suffered a lot for a while, the restaurants in Qingyun City, Yang Xu's cooking skills are far inferior to Xue Ling's.

He was quite moved to eat such delicious food suddenly.

"Come, sir, sit down and eat!" Yang Baoshu hurriedly wiped the wooden pier with his sleeve.

Chu Li sat down.

Yang Baoshu said again: "Sir, the sword is here to get in the way."

As he spoke, he pushed the sword on the stone table aside.

He pushed back, showing surprise.

It's so heavy, no, it's not a wooden sword!

"Sir, let me see this sword." Yang Baoshu stared at Chen Guangjian with a playful smile: "Just take a look."

Chu Li had already eaten two dumplings: "Okay, let's take a look."