Tianshu Pavilion is very high. Standing at the gate, you can only see the spire on the top floor pointing straight to the sky. The open door seems to welcome eager disciples at any time. When you step into the threshold, there is a registration office, which is connected with the interior. The attic is separated by a wall. All comers need to sign their names in the registration book before they can pass through the wall, just like going to school. They are all his own disciples. Qin Junze doesn't know the purpose, so he simply doesn't think about it so much and goes in after signing. .
With a history dating back thousands of years, the collection of books here can only be described as vast. There are five floors in total, each floor is nearly ten meters high. The books arranged on the top three floors of the bookshelf can only be reached by standing on a long ladder. There are books on both sides of the bookshelf, and there are long ladders leaning on each side. However, it is not as crowded as expected. Maybe it is because of the large area. The nearly 100 bookshelves are never next to each other, even if one of them falls down. Determined not to touch another one. Some tables and chairs are surrounded by neatly distributed bookshelves for students to study. Windows are also opened around them, and there are long lamps hanging on the walls. The light is very bright. Books in the attic are not allowed. It's only half a step outside Tianshu Pavilion, so almost all the people here are focused on the knowledge they want to learn. There are few distracting words, and there are few teachers or elders to watch over them.
The first floor is for literary readings, including the Four Books and Five Classics, culture and history, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, and this floor also has the most books; the second floor is for pharmacology, starting from the Huangdi Nei Jing, all ancient great doctors have records. The degree of venation, acupuncture techniques, introduction of medicinal materials, and preparation of medicines and poisons. Unfortunately, the practice requires going to the medicine hall. It only provides a place for reading, otherwise it would be a mess. The third floor is for martial arts, but there are not many books on this floor. There are many There is only an introduction to the internal martial arts of the sect, but there is no specific training method. The whole book only records in detail the external moves, the martial arts of the sect and some miscellaneous chapters; the fourth floor is filled with miscellaneous books of all types. , plant introductions, animal introductions, crafts, and some unknown ones, etc. On the fifth floor, Qin Junze failed to enter and was not allowed in. He said that no one was allowed to enter without the permission of the elders.
However, Qin Junze, who had just recovered from a serious illness, really couldn't climb up. There was only an entrance the size of a wooden board between each floor, connected by a hanging ladder. Qin Junze returned to the third floor and decided to slowly study martial arts. However, for The master's teachings are not promising. "The master said that to practice martial arts, you need to find a way that suits everyone, rather than practicing randomly. Learning skills is more expensive than finesse. I'd better wait for the master to come and ask the master. Today Just take a look and learn about each sect." As he walked, Qin Junze actually saw the Tingyu Sword Manual of Xiaoxiang Jiange. He simply picked it up and walked to the table nearby to read it. He was fascinated by it. , although he has no internal power cultivation and does not understand the internal power operation method of Xiaoxiang Jiange, it does not affect a hungry child at all while reading a book and making blind gestures with his hands, as if he has almost learned it.
It was past noon. Qin Junze was reading so much that he even forgot to eat lunch. He was still looking at the book, as if he wanted to finish reading the sword manual. At this moment, Feng Ao came over and held a sword in his hand. He took the lunch box and directly sucked the book into his hand, closed it and picked it up. Before Qin Junze could react, he looked back and quickly stood up, "Master, why are you here? Did you come to see me specially?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense? If I don't look for you, who can I look for? I went to your bedroom and you were not there. I asked several boys before I found out that you were here. Why, you just didn't even eat in your body? You boy are very confident in yourself.
I can resist it."
Qin Junze blushed when he was told: "I'm sorry, master, it's me who has caused you trouble."
Feng Ao put the lunch box on the table, "Hmph, eat quickly. I'll tell you after you finish eating. Just read some useless books."
Qin Junze was confused. Didn't he say that Tingyujian was on the list? It should be very powerful. How come it became a useless book in the master's mouth? As everyone knows, in Feng Ao's eyes, the martial arts secrets that he can appreciate
But not much. Even the creator of Tingyu Sword is only at the top level of Wen Dao Realm. When it comes to swordsmanship, no one in the world pays attention to him, Feng Ao. He is the king and the saint!
Feng Ao put the sword manual back on the bookshelf and walked slowly again, looking at the names in the books row by row. Qin Junze did not dare to speak. He sat silently on a chair and ate lunch, two meat and two vegetables.
The quantity is not large but the mix is even. It is also a tonic, just right for Qin Junze.
As soon as the meal was finished, a few books were thrown on the table, "Let's take a look at these and understand them first. I will personally teach you how to practice swordsmanship in a few days. Don't think about the sword manuals here. You will definitely not be as good as me."
After Feng Ao finished speaking, he left.
Qin Junze took a look at the title of the book. The essentials of holding a sword, horizontal, stabbing, splitting, etc. are all the most basic common sense. For those who have just read the sword manual of Listening to the Rain Sword, these are really not interesting. However, Qin Junze
He is such a person who doesn't like to be lively and has few friends, but if you treat him sincerely, he will treat you sincerely, not to mention the master's words, how can you not listen to him.
Qin Junze patiently flipped through the pages, and when he saw something interesting, he made random gestures. At some point, there was a wooden sword on the table. After being stunned for a moment, he decided to pick up the wooden sword and practice.
This small front thrust alone is actually not that simple. It is thrust from different parts of the body, and has different requirements for the posture of holding the sword, the angle of the sword and the thrust force. The thrust is from the chest, with the palm facing upward.
The wrist is the best force. This stab requires ruthlessness and accuracy. When fighting, you don't aim to hit the enemy, but force him to retreat. Hold the sword in your right hand, move your elbow from back to forward, and thrust out quickly, regardless of the body posture.
Waiting for the opportunity to quickly defeat the opponent's attack, and quickly establish his own advantage when taking advantage of the flaw. There are many, many different thorns. The depth of knowledge cannot be penetrated by hard study. Just for this thorn, Qin Junze spent a whole time.
I just finished reading it roughly in the afternoon and haven't put it into practice yet. However, Qin Junze has a deeper understanding of the word sword and a stronger interest. It seems that it is impossible to leave the sword in this life.
"Hey, have you learned well? Have you finished reading this book? Your understanding is faster than I thought. In addition to your innate advantages, your acquired reading habits and concentration make you better than others.
Most people have more patience and understanding, um, not bad, good, work hard." Feng Ao appeared behind Qin Junze at some point and said with praise.
Qin Junze put away his wooden sword and said, "Master, why didn't you notice it at all?"
The surrounding disciples who came to read it in the afternoon also said hello: "Hello, old poster!" Apparently they didn't find out when Feng Ao came.
"Haha, you didn't realize that there are two reasons, one good and one bad. The good thing is that you read the book carefully and did not waste the resources and time here. The bad thing is that your cultivation is too poor and your six senses are not strong. You have no ability at all.
No, if someone makes a sneak attack at this moment, wouldn't it mean that the whole army is wiped out. But it doesn't matter, you are all young, everything should be done step by step, take your time."
"Thank you, old landlord."
"Yes, master."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. You kid, come back with me. You've been here all day. You're going to be stupid."
In the bedroom, Feng Ao faced Qin Junze, stroking his beard, with an expression that really did not disappoint me, "Disciple, your results today are good, keep up the good work, but although you have a good understanding, you can see what is written in those books
The essence of every move, but do you really know how to use a sword?"
"Master, this disciple is confused. Can you give me detailed guidance?"
"My master saw how you were making gestures with your wooden sword. It was invisible and far from the way to use a sword. Your limbs were weak, your sword dance was uncoordinated, and you couldn't fully utilize your whole body's strength in every move. What if?
In a fight, you can't hold an iron sword steadily. If others only need to dodge a few times, you will inevitably fall down."
"Master, are there any skills you have mastered in actual combat?"
Feng Ao shook his head, "If you can't do this, let's talk about actual combat. Starting from tomorrow, you will stand on the plum blossom pile in the martial arts training ground for more than an hour every morning, and follow your senior brothers and sisters when you are fast.
Go shopping. Oh, by the way, I see that you don’t seem to be comfortable getting along with them these days. I have already given instructions. From now on, when we old people are not around, you can treat each other as brothers and sisters. Look at their names.
Your little junior uncle, your face is red, you should just be my younger junior brother, well, you have to practice your shame, otherwise what will you do when you leave the house, and you don’t even have a wife yet."
"I understand, master." The reply was emotionless, only helpless.
Qin Junze swore that he would never listen to anything his master said in the future except for matters related to cultivation, otherwise he would never be able to return to his former self. Although he felt a little bored, ahem, he still had a good face.
At night, Qin Junze sat on the bed after taking a bath, wearing only close-fitting pajamas, but he was less cold than before. He meditated quietly, and there was no sound around him. It seemed that the entire Tianji Tower was sleeping, but Qin Junze knew
, the people here all have their own desires and expectations, each has their own strengths and weaknesses, maybe they are all working hard for their dreams, maybe there is a bright light next to their room.