The meaning of Old Yin's words is very obvious. He is not qualified to be the other party's disciple now.
If you can understand the inner method within three years, the other party may only think about it.
Liu Mang nodded and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Yin, I will definitely obey you."
After a few warnings, Mr. Yin's expression gradually softened and he began to spread some martial arts knowledge to Liu Mang.
It also opened Liu Mang's eyes, and he felt that a new world was slowly opening towards him.
Martial arts skills, such as knife skills, sword skills, and palm skills, can be roughly divided into two types.
One type is unqualified. This kind of martial arts only has moves, but no supporting mental methods. No matter how exquisite the moves are, they are just like a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, and cannot exert their maximum power.
One kind requires the coordination of mental techniques. This kind of martial arts can only be of high quality, and it is very rare. It is a secret that is not passed down by major families and sects.
After hearing this, Liu Mang realized the preciousness of the Sky Eagle Sword Technique passed down to him by Mr. Yin.
If you live in the world, I'm afraid a bunch of people will fight over you!
"The Sky Eagle Sword Technique has three realms." Mr. Yin started to popularize science again.
"Be proficient in moves, use them flexibly, adapt to local conditions, and not stick to common sense. This is the first level, and it is also the state of mastery of sword skills."
"Comprehend the mind method, be able to use the mind method to mobilize the spiritual senses in the body, and concentrate the whole body's strength on one point when drawing the sword, like a tiger descending from the mountain, or like a dragon entering the sea, which is invincible to most people. This is the second level, and it is also a small achievement in sword skills.
realm.”
"Being able to do whatever you want at any time, anywhere, mobilize your spiritual sense and combine your sword skills, be absorbed in your sword skills, and be invincible with your moves. This is the third level, and it is also the state of great sword skills."
Liu Mang couldn't help but nodded after hearing this.
To put it simply.
That is to say, practicing simple moves to the limit is the state of mastery; being able to use mental methods to mobilize the spirit in the body and delivering a blow far beyond ordinary people is the state of minor success; the body and soul are integrated, and every move can successfully mobilize the spirit, and every move can successfully mobilize the spirit.
Every move is a full blow, which is the state of great success.
Mr. Yin's requirement for Liu Mang is to reach the level of Xiaocheng within three years.
According to him, it is not easy to master a top-grade swordsmanship within three years. Those who can do this are all martial arts heroes and martial arts rookies.
However, Liu Mang is very confident that if he wants to, he can now be promoted to the realm of swordsmanship proficiency.
To him, achieving success in swordsmanship is nothing more than a little more energy, and he can always achieve it by finding a way.
The road is tortuous, but the future is visible!
Liu Mang's fighting spirit was high, and Mr. Yin, who had been observing him carefully, couldn't help but secretly nod, this guy is very motivated.
Before dark, Liu Mang left.
Two people came out from behind a haystack more than ten feet tall, one tall and one short, dressed in black. They were the members of the Sanhe Society who had been staring at Liu Mang.
"Go back and tell the hall master that you can close the net." The older middle-aged man whispered.
"Why are you suddenly taking action?" the young man asked in confusion.
The two of them spoke in a very low voice, as if they were whispering. They were afraid that even if they were ten feet apart, they would be discovered by the "old monster" who knew martial arts.
"Didn't you notice that there was a bit of noise in the old guy's house today? It was like the sound of martial arts training." The middle-aged man said calmly.
"Moreover, the look on Tieniu's face when he left was different from before. He was quite excited."
"Brother Fei is very observant, let's go back quickly!" The young man looked at each other with admiration.
Not long after they left, two more pairs of feet appeared where the haystack had been.
"Young man Liu is going to be in trouble." Mr. Zhong sneered, "Are you going to take action?"
Mr. Yin shook his head, with a calm expression: "How can a young eagle soar for nine days without experiencing wind and rain? This trouble is nothing. It will be much more dangerous to enter the world in the future."
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When returning home from Shenjiacun.
Liu Mang found that on the dirt roads in the countryside, there were far fewer people than usual, and most of them looked serious and walked in a hurry.
When passing the gray-white stone bridge, Liu Mang noticed that the people who usually sold rice were no longer there.
Mrs. Li, who sells vegetables and eggs, has a lot more inventory in front of her than usual, and her business has obviously deteriorated.
As for Aunt Cai, who sells fabrics, the fabrics in front of her seem to be motionless. They are piled high, much higher than usual.
Seeing Liu Mang coming, everyone started to greet him and wanted him to buy their goods.
Liu Mang bought some vegetables and eggs and found that the price had increased by 50% compared to before. He couldn't help but click his tongue.
After Liangcheng was destroyed, it seems that not only did food prices rise, but the prices of daily necessities also increased, which had a great impact on ordinary villagers.
After being sent away warmly by Mrs. Li, Liu Mang left in a hurry. He always felt a burning sensation on his back, as if he could see the eager eyes of the vendors in Shiqiao.
After stepping into the territory of Liujiacun, before walking a few steps, there was a burst of noise in front of us, and seven or eight people came towards us.
Two boys, about fifteen or sixteen years old, were working together to carry a stretcher. Lying on the stretcher was a middle-aged man, his face pale and breathless.
"Uncle Bai?" Liu Mang was shocked.
The person on the stretcher was none other than the white mason who helped Liu Mang build the backgammon.
Next to the stretcher, a middle-aged woman's eyes were red and she looked at the white mason on the stretcher with concern, she was obviously his mother-in-law.
The others are other enthusiastic villagers from Liujia Village, or they have some kind of kinship relationship, and they are helping Bai Shijiang's family.
Liu Mang walked over and asked one of them, "What's wrong with Uncle Bai?"
"It's Tieniu. I heard that the price increase at Liao's rice shop was not that big, so Stonemason Bai rushed to grab rice early in the morning. Unexpectedly, there were too many people buying, and everyone pushed him. Stonemai Bai was pushed to the ground by someone.
I was stepped on many times. Oh, what a sudden disaster."
"He was fine when he came back, but he started vomiting blood one afternoon. There was still a lot of food at home, so I told him not to go." Bai Shimao's wife said with tears and trembling.
Liu Mang felt a little heavy. After listening to the description, Bai Shijiang was most likely suffering from internal bleeding. In a world where medical technology lags far behind that of his previous life, Bai Shijiang was probably in serious danger.
Liu Mang could only comfort him: "Don't worry, Auntie, the doctor will definitely have a solution."
Watching Stonemason Bai and the others walking away, Liu Mang felt a little uncomfortable.
He can understand what Bai Shimai thinks. Which family in the village does not have a month's worth of food? But no one knows how long food prices will continue to rise. The only way to survive better is to store more food.
"Fuck, what kind of world is this!"
Liu Mang vigorously kicked a stone in front of him and flew it to an unknown place.
As I approached the door of my house, I saw from a distance that my neighbor, Uncle Wang, had moved a stool and sat at the door, watching Liu Mang's approach coldly.
Under the stool, a yellow dog, blind in one eye, was dozing listlessly.
"Uncle Wang." Liu Mang greeted him habitually.
Uncle Wang still didn't speak, but he gave a rare nod to him, which surprised Liu Mang.
When he got home, Liu's mother had already prepared the meal and was waiting for him at the table.
Two bowls of vegetable porridge, with scattered shredded pork in the porridge, and a plate of cucumbers mixed with a small amount of peanuts. This was Liu Mang's dinner.
During the meal, Liu's mother said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, you had foreseen it and bought a lot of rice. Today I went to the vegetable market and the area where the rice was sold was full of people. Just looking at it made people panic and afraid to go near it."
"I heard that many people were injured after robbing rice, and the white mason had just been carried away."
"Yes, I saw it. Mom, if I'm not at home during the day these days, lock the door from the inside and don't let anyone in."
Mother Liu was stunned for a moment and nodded.
At this time, another noise came from Wang Laizi's house.