At night, Tang Zhao did not rest, quietly waiting for the person who was supposed to come.
While waiting, he discovered a little secret.
In the past, when he entered the state of visualization, he would immediately enter a world filled with flames, burning out his spirit and coming out at any time. But after trying it a few more times, he found that there was an intermediate state.
He can independently stay in the level of consciousness with faint light of fire. As long as a thought can enter the flame, he can continue like this, in a state of half-dream but abnormal clarity.
This state would give him a strange sense of satisfaction, which was much more comfortable than being swallowed up by flames, but the exercise effect would definitely be much worse. He reminded himself that he should not be greedy for comfort and forget to practice.
"Make a strict rule for yourself. You must meditate once before going to bed at night. You can do it again later as appropriate."
At this time, the wind blew slightly, and a person entered the door silently.
"Master Si."
After two days, I finally saw that cold face again.
Si Liyu held a long, flat leather bag in his hand and put it on the table, saying, "I'm practicing martial arts, how about it?"
Tang Zhao smiled and said: "It's quite novel to practice martial arts on the first day. Of course it's really hard."
Si Liyu said: "As long as the first day is novel, one of the biggest enemies of learning martial arts is boredom. Once the novelty is gone, persistence day after day is the key."
Opening the long flat leather bag, Si Liyu took out a wooden stick.
When he turned over the bag, Tang Zhao couldn't help but wonder what treasure was inside. He was very surprised when he saw that it was just an ordinary wooden stick.
Si Liyu handed it to him, and Tang Zhao took it and was shocked.
A force emerged from the limbs and bones, just like the murderous sword that day.
Compared with the impulsive and surging feeling that the power gave him at that time, this time the power was very calm and easily integrated with the power of his body without any additional burden.
He couldn't help but swing it, and the wooden sword made a "swift" sound.
Si Liyu suddenly said: "Look here."
Tang Zhao looked over and saw Si Liyu making a gesture with one hand.
Tang Zhao stared at his hand, wondering what it was for. Si Liyu suddenly reached out and pulled out the wooden sword in his hand.
Tang Zhao instinctively tightened his hand, and Si Liyu did not make any serious effort. The pull was unsuccessful.
"Can."
"What do you mean?"
Si Liyu pointed at the wooden sword and said: "This is a magic weapon. It contains the power of one element."
"Is this a magical weapon?" Tang Zhao looked at the wooden sword repeatedly. Is this a magical weapon? Is it the magical weapon that is also called Xuan Gong?
Although I don’t know what one yuan is, I think it is a unit of measurement.
Before he could continue to ask what he meant just now, Si Liyu continued: "Practice during the day is to improve your own foundation, but what will determine your success or failure or even life and death after a month is your ability to pick up a sword. Therefore.
From today on, you must adapt to the change in power."
Tang Zhaoshen believed that it was definitely not easy to control the sudden power gained, and one must practice accordingly.
It was already dark at this time, and no one was practicing on the playground. The rules of Black Spider Villa were curfew, and even the young people who had extra training could only practice silently in the room, but Si Liyu obviously did not pay attention to the local rules.
inside.
First, Tang Zhao was asked to stretch again and then hold the sword.
He couldn't help but hold the sword according to the method taught by Xing Ji at that time. Si Liyu corrected him: "Hold the sword with one hand and use the sword pinching technique with the other hand."
Tang Zhao imitated the way he had just performed the sword technique, and Si Liyu said: "This is one type. There are nine methods of sword technique. They are all basic skills of swordsmanship. They will help you master your swordsmanship. You will learn it later."
Holding the sword, he then swung it. Si Liyu taught Tang Zhao a straight lunge slashing action, corrected his various joints such as hand techniques, footwork, body skills, etc., and ordered him to repeat this action continuously.
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During practice, Tang Zhaofang understood what "boring" meant.
Pure sword-swinging practice is not as interesting as pushing rocks. Especially since he has gained some physical strength and can do more swings, it becomes more and more monotonous and repetitive. At the beginning, Si Liyu couldn't help but correct his movements. As the movements became more proficient,
All the sounds disappeared, only the "whoosh" sound of waving wooden sticks buzzed in the night sky.
Gradually, sweat fell on the playground. Tang Zhaolei's arms were sore and numb, and his feet felt as light as stepping on clouds. He just waved his arms numbly.
"Okay, rest."
The words were like the sound of a fairy. Tang Zhao suddenly relaxed and the sword in his hand also loosened——
"Hold it!" Si Liyu shouted loudly.
Tang Zhao was startled, and his fingers that had been loosened suddenly clenched again.
Si Liyu came over and grabbed his arm and shouted sternly: "Remember, I said rest is over, you can sit down or lie down, but you are not allowed to let go of the sword in your hand!"
Tang Zhao said solemnly: "Yes."
Si Liyu lowered his voice but remained serious: "Think about it for yourself, with your body, can you swing hundreds of times at once?"
Tang Zhao recalled his physical strength and shook his head.
Si Liyu said: "You can't do it on your own, it's external forces that help you do it. Your body has been exercised excessively, and you've also suffered excessive fatigue. Hold the sword and wait for this force to slowly recover with your body.
You can remove the instrument, otherwise you may collapse or be seriously injured!"
Tang Zhao was frightened for a while, so he stood still holding his sword. After a while, he slowly sat down.
Si Liyu took out the kettle and gave it to him. Tang Zhao took a few sips and suddenly said: "Master Si, this is actually cheating, right?"
Si Liyu was puzzled, so Tang Zhao changed his explanation and said: "Isn't this a bit cheating? It should be much more efficient to gain sufficient physical strength with external force first and then exercise, right? It should be much more efficient than exercising on your own, right? And when you learn tricks, you will definitely learn them if you can practice them more times.
It’s faster too!”
Si Liyu hummed and said, "You learn quickly."
Tang Zhao praised: "What a powerful method, worthy of being a district inspector!"
Si Liyu paused for the only time and said: "This is a private possession of the guard. Not everyone in the training camp can use it."
Tang Zhao was surprised, and Si Liyu said: "This one is ten thousand taels."
Tang Zhao almost threw the wooden stick away and said: "One...ten thousand taels?"
Si Liyu said: "Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it. That's the case with magic weapons. This is just a single weapon. The price of a more powerful one will skyrocket."
Tang Zhao said: "Master Xing has invested a lot of money."
Si Liyu said: "It's much easier for him. If you have the opportunity to be cultivated by him, don't waste it."
Tang Zhao nodded. He rubbed the wooden stick repeatedly and couldn't help but said: "He gave me a treasure before. There are cracks on it and it can release a wall. Is it also a magic weapon?"
Si Liyu was slightly startled, and then said: "That's right. Since the one that can be released from the wall is a light magic weapon. The one with cracks is a Yuan magic weapon..." He said a lot of nouns at once, and Tang Zhao was confused.
Wu Shui explained: "There are many ways to classify magic weapons. A heavy magic weapon that only increases power but no magic is called a heavy magic weapon, and a light magic weapon that has magic but does not increase power is called a light magic weapon. A magic weapon that increases power and can release magic
It's called a real magic weapon. If you are an ordinary person, you can only release a light magic weapon, but if you have a high inspiration talent, you should be able to release a real magic weapon. But at that time, the guardian did not know your talent, so he could only give you
Light magic weapon."
Tang Zhao said: "Are magic tools also related to inspiration?"
Si Liyu said: "Of course, you just got the magic weapon and you felt the power directly, didn't you? People with average inspiration need to concentrate and concentrate their energy to feel the power. This is the level of talent. And you are distracted
His strength is not diminished even when he is in battle, which is a very high talent. In the future, he will have to spend less time on his magic weapon in battle, which is already a great advantage."
Tang Zhao suddenly realized that Si Liyu suddenly pulled out his magic weapon just to see if he could maintain his strength when he was distracted.
There are many doorways here.
"This is one way to divide it. There is another way to divide it. The swordsman splits it directly with the sword to form the elemental magic weapon, and the talisman sword master carves it to make the talisman weapon. The yuan magic weapon is not easy to preserve and will dissipate quickly.
If he gives you an elemental magic weapon, he should have made it himself."
Tang Zhao memorized it carefully and said: "Master Xing can make his own magic weapon, and a swordsman can make his own magic weapon?"
Si Liyu said: "You only have your own swordsmanship. To truly make a magic weapon, you have to be a talisman swordsman. That's even less than a swordsman. There are some swordsmen in the Jiandi Division, and there are only a handful of swordsmen of all kinds."
Tang Zhao nodded and asked: "Is a swordsman a higher level than a knight?"
Si Liyu said: "A swordsman is a swordsman, what does it have to do with a knight?"
Tang Zhao was stunned and said: "Isn't it... that after you have perfected martial arts, you can practice Xuan Gong and then be reborn as a swordsman?"
Si Liyu raised his eyebrows and said: "Where do you know this knowledge? You are old-school enough. It used to be like this, step by step, but now there are various paths to reach the sky. If you really have to wait until the end of the martial arts to change cultivation, who will resist the evil spirit?
Disaster? There is no one left in the world. Even the guardian envoy..."
Tang Zhao struggled to understand: "That means... you don't have to be a knight to be a swordsman?"
Si Liyu said: "You don't need to know so much. You just need to practice martial arts. If you practice martial arts well, you can do nothing wrong. Especially when the time limit is ahead, you need to concentrate on practicing martial arts with all your strength. Don't think about anything else. After this
Only then can I say the word 'prospect'. Otherwise, I wouldn't even bother to pay attention to you."
What he said was very straightforward, even cruel. Tang Zhao straightened his back and said, "I know."
In any case, although Si Liyu was utilitarian, he still answered a lot of questions for Tang Zhao, which he didn't have to say. Tang Zhao still thought of his benefits and didn't think he really didn't care.
Si Liyu said no more and closed his eyes to rest.
Tang Zhao was quiet for a while, then quietly took out his glasses, put them on, and looked at the magic weapon.
"Surgical weapon, inferior"
Sure enough, there are notes!
"Yuanli: one yuan (full). Technique: none. Base material: ten-year-old mahogany core."
There is only this line of comments below, and there is no long explanation.
Tang Zhao saw it in a novel way, touched the wood, and thought: Is this peach wood? I heard stories that virtuous people used peach wood swords to catch ghosts, and it was true. But this thing didn't look like a sword!
This is a wooden stick - no, it is a wooden pole, because it is hollow.
Suddenly something clicked in his mind: Why is it hollow? Isn't it the bamboo pole that is hollow? To make the peach wood hollow, you need to drill it, right?
According to the general idea, there is always a special reason for doing something deliberately.
He lifted the stick, closed one eye and peered into the hollow.
There is a touch of bright color inside.
The inner wall of the wooden pole is engraved with a row of small characters, which fluoresce in the dark.
That was not the light shown by the glasses, but the light he could see himself, just like the light he saw with his own eyes in the well water that night in the deserted courtyard.
Although one light is compared to that light like a firefly compared to the bright moon, they are so similar.
That is……
"Character: Yuan——"
Wow——
Countless words rolled on the glasses like waterfalls——