Chapter 44: The chrysanthemum at the end of autumn 2
Chu Han said worriedly: "There is another problem in the religion."
"So, we are practicing sword practice. I haven't used the sword for a long time." She has been too lazy recently.
"Can you practice swordsmanship? I've never seen you use martial arts before," Chu Han said suavely. He knew that Mo Yang's martial arts was not bad, but he had never seen him before.
"That's because there is no need." After saying this, he picked up the long sword and started dancing.
The wind blows gently, the hair is flying, the chrysanthemums are all over the sky, and the erosive moves are like flowing clouds and flowing water, calm and elegant, as if they follow one's will. It is the Ming Shang sword technique, with a total of twelve moves, and the last ten moves of the first ten moves are danced accurately.
, I was a little tired, so I stopped.
Chu Han and Yao Zhihan couldn't believe their eyes. Every move was beautiful. It was so beautiful that it was unreal and weird, but it made people feel chilled. It seemed that even death was beautiful.
Chu Han was shocked and said: "Moyang, how do you know how to use Ming Shang swordsmanship?"
Mo Yang: "I watch you practice every day, I don't think it will be difficult at all!"
"Have you practiced before?" Chu Han didn't believe it. She had only been teaching at Ming Shang for half a year. She was really a genius.
"No, this is my first time practicing this swordsmanship." He poured a cup of tea and drank it.
"What? First time?" Chu Han and Yao Zhihan exclaimed
Mo Yang asked doubtfully: "Isn't it good? Maybe I'm not used to using a long sword. Maybe a short sword would be better."
Chu Han: "Are you good at daggers?"
"Sort of" In fact, the most powerful weapon is the automatic rifle.
"Few people would use a dagger as their main weapon. The dagger is not lethal enough."
"Daggers are suitable for close combat, and can also be used as darts." For long distances, guns are usually used.
"It's better to send someone to fight with a dagger"
"No need, I have one." And it was specially made by a Japanese swordsmith...
For half a month, Mo Yang had nothing to do, either watching Ming Yue and Zhi Han having fun; or drinking tea with Chu Han, practicing swordplay, playing the piano; or listening to the reports of the four guardians.
Moyang and Chu Han in the thatched cottage were developing new poisons. Ming Ya and Ming Qing came in hurriedly.
Mo Yang frowned, something bad must have happened if he was so quick.
Ming Qing seemed quite happy, "Master, Mu Lingfeng was seriously injured when he was suppressing the horse thieves in Baiye Town. His life is in danger, and many doctors are helpless."
Mo Yang glanced at Ming Qing, this guy was always gloating about misfortune, lest the world would not be in chaos.
Ming Qing felt a little uncomfortable when Mo Yang saw him, and she gave a fake smile.