Let’s not talk about the issue of aging for the moment.

Anyway, it smells good and is slippery.

In the afternoon, while waiting for Jiang He to finish moving the bricks, Xu Qing was eager to learn swordsmanship. Kung Fu can strengthen the body, and the three-foot long sword is just for use~ beep, to realize a martial arts dream.

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuangxue Ming, kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

Although I can't kill people casually now, it's okay to think about it. I thought about it for a moment, dressed in white clothes, stood on the top of the mountain with a sword, put my hands behind my back and sighed: This world has changed.

Then the sound of swords echoed everywhere, and the light of a sword chilled nineteen continents.

Speaking of swords, Xu Qing's favorite is the description in "The Sword of the Third Young Master". Yan Shisan's fifteenth sword, a sword that transcends limits and nature, a sword that is already invincible in the world, is still being used.

At this time, the situation suddenly changed: he killed himself because the sword was too terrible.

Although it was a bit ridiculous, when he first read this, Xu Qing was as dazed as Xie Xiaofeng when facing Yan Shisan's body. He was lost in thought for a while before sighing.

Of course, Jiang He's swordsmanship didn't have that kind of meaning and spirit. It was just a sword style that mainly focused on killing enemies. It was crisp and clean. Xu Qing was still very interested and asked Jiang He to teach him how to hold the sword flower step by step.

If you didn't really like martial arts, who would have been doing costume martial arts dramas for several years, from college to now.

"that's all?"

Holding a long sword in his hand, he always wants to chop and chop, just like when he was a child, he couldn't help but want to dance twice when holding a stick. Could it be that with the bare blade in his hand, the murderous intention arises?

Xu Qing followed Jiang He's instruction and slowly turned twice, feeling that the sword was quite heavy.

"Use the wrist as the axis, stand the sword on both sides of the arm, move forward and downward in a circular motion, with the force reaching the tip of the sword..." Jiang He held his hand and taught patiently.

Sword flower is the basic skill of practicing swordsmanship. It is called flower. In fact, it is not really a flower. To be precise, it should be called sword throwing.

This is a skill, not just a trick, because the tip of the sword flower is very fast. Use your wrist force to focus on the tip of the sword. If you use the sword accurately, you can use the sword flower to easily cut through the iron sheet. The effect is

It's not comparable to cutting and stabbing.

After learning how to hold the sword, Jiang He let Xu Qing practice there by himself, and after he had figured out the wrist strength skills, he would then learn other basic sword postures such as striking, thrusting, blocking, and washing.

No matter which type, it all depends on the strength of the wrist. As for the footwork, a basic foundation of hand-gripping boxing is enough.

"If you want to become proficient, you have to spend several hours...several hours practicing every day. Make the moves so familiar that they become instinctive, so that when others come over, you will naturally find the most suitable method without thinking.

Defeat the counterattack. If you still think about it, others will stab you to death without waiting for you to react." Jiang He sat in front of the computer, took the mouse and took a moment to look at Xu Qing, and earnestly instructed.

"So you all rely on instinct when fighting?"

"That's right. Originally, martial arts training is about practicing various moves based on instinct. In addition to talent, the competition is who can react faster. Any reaction can't compare with instinctive reaction. If you swing the sword like this, I can just strike without thinking...

"

Xu Qing's back was chilled by what she said, and she quickly said: "Wait a minute, don't say such horrible things. I'm just practicing for fun, and I'm not poking around with anyone."

He didn't even know how to take the sword out of the house, so he was caught by Qin Hao when he took it out.

I just want to entertain myself at home. In the future, maybe I will find a company to work in, as Xu Wenbin said, and do a talent show or something...

The boxing performance is silly, but the sword is different, rustling.

When I first put Jiang He in, it looked like he was just picking up some martial arts secrets at first, but now he has fulfilled his wish. Although it is of no use, I just like him if he likes it.

This is just a kind of fun, the same interest as surfing TikTok and reading novels.

Xu Qing practiced seriously for more than an hour. His wrists were so tired that he paused while rubbing his arms. During his free time, he took out a pile of iron rings and continued to pinch them with pliers.

If I don't do it now, I have to live broadcast with Jiang He for another hour in the evening, and then watch movies, so there is basically no time left.

Life has become very fulfilling without realizing it. The main thing is that I have many things to do, such as up, film reviews, stock trading, and martial arts. Each of them takes time to accumulate. Fortunately, they are all semi-entertainment, and I can interact with Jiang He.

Together, Xu Qingle was among them, pinching the hoops together, finishing half of the sleeves, and adding 1 to the progress of the chainmail. Then he turned on the computer to record a video, and posted it to his homepage to report the progress to the netizens who followed him.

7pm.

Jiang He put on his coat, tied up his hair, arranged his game equipment, and started broadcasting on time.

Xu Qing turned on the TV, moved his legs and feet, and stood behind Jiang He on time.

"I'm coming!"

"Why does it feel like the same position as yesterday?"

"You haven't been moving all day and night, right?"

"Some people say you haven't moved all day and night." Jiang He turned on the music and moved his wrist to start the PK.

snort!

Xu Qingli ignored it. How do a group of mortals know what it means to keep fit?

Lying down like a bow, standing like a pine tree, sitting still like a bell?, walking like a breeze.

He is now a pine tree. As we all know, trees cannot be moved.

But you can wait for someone to climb.

"Anchor, are you talking to him?"

"Why is he ignoring you?"

"Because he doesn't like to talk, he just likes to stand motionless."

After Jiang He finished speaking, he thought for a while and added: "Just like that Feng Yuxiu, he is a martial arts lunatic."

Xu Qing's eyebrows moved imperceptibly. Did Jiang He learn to talk nonsense?

Those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. Will they be like him in the future?

"Feng Yuxiu kicks wooden stakes every day, why don't you let him kick one?"

The audience found it interesting that there are not many people who like martial arts these days, but it is not impossible. In the past few years, there were people who went to Wudang to film the whole process and lived there to learn kung fu.

It would be great if you could kick a wooden stake. You can watch two contents in one live broadcast room and make a lot of money.

"Has anyone seen him move? Why does it feel like a dummy?"

The barrage floated by.

Hu Datongshu: "Actually, it's a wax figure."

Lan Qiu said: "Yes, it's a wax figure. I can prove it."

There are about twenty people in the live broadcast room, and those who have come in before are fooling these new ones.

"Why don't you guys try this position? If you can last for ten minutes, you're considered awesome. How can a person stand motionless for such a long time?" Hu Tong couldn't help laughing while lying on the bed. He had imitated it for the live broadcast the day before yesterday, and it made him laugh.

Within minutes my hands were sore and my legs were shaking.

If it weren't for the first time I came in and saw Xu Qing talking, I would have regarded this guy as a dummy.

"You can't practice this randomly. If you don't practice it correctly, it will hurt your body." Jiang He pressed the keyboard and took the time to explain: "Just take a look and don't learn it randomly. He studied it for a long time and the posture was wrong. He corrected it many times before practicing.

It has reached this point now.”

The number of people in the live broadcast room has gone up and down. Now there are more than 20 people. Jiang He feels very satisfied. Sooner or later, if this continues, there will be hundreds, and then thousands.

As long as thousands of people watch, she can make more money than moving bricks. This is what Xu Qing said. Jiang He is not in a hurry. She is very patient. She has to wait for the crops to mature. She has never achieved success in one step.

.

And this growth rate is always accelerating. The more people there are, the more people will be added. Her mission is to play the game well and wash the duel field with a Chou Chou hat...

"Damn it, the anchor seems to have never lost, have you noticed?"

"Really? I didn't pay attention. I kept looking at the guy behind me."

"What's so cool about being motionless?"

"Let me see if he blinks."

"+1"

"+1"

…

The cell phone on the other side of the table suddenly rang. Xu Qing looked sideways and had to pause his stance. He went over to pick up the cell phone. It was Wang Zijun calling.

"Hello?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"What for?" Xu Qing was confused.

"I'm here with Li Gaobo and I saw you live broadcast... Holy shit, what's that? Where are you practicing the Sunflower Book?" Wang Zijun stared at the screen of Jiang He playing games on the computer. He just saw Xu Qing leaving the camera and he had

It feels like a dog.

Xu Qing glanced at the computer and said with a smile: "Fuck you, are you okay? I'm fine. I haven't finished practicing yet."

"I really love you... let's go out to eat some other time! I'll go out and play for a while and when I get back, you'll have mastered the Sunflower Book."

"Bye!"

After hanging up the phone, Xu Qing stood back and looked at Jiang He's live broadcast. A row of barrages passed by.

"Live, live, live!"
To be continued...