As early as Liu Meng learned about this great gift of sword selection, he often thought about it in his mind when he had nothing to do.
Although the Hengshan School has many sword techniques, there are only three that are more famous, one is the Five Divine Swords of Hengshan, the other is the Thirteen Styles of Thousand Changes of Clouds and Mists, and the other is the Huifeng Luoyan Sword Technique.
Among them, the Hengshan Five Divine Swords are said to have been lost again with the death of their master, so the five swordsmanships named after the peaks are useless; and the Thirteen Cloud and Mist Styles are too ethereal, with too many illusions and false moves.
The lethality was not overpowering. It took Mo Da several moves to kill Fei Bin, which was much worse than Liu Zhengfeng's description of him stabbing out nine swords instantly with one move.
Considering the aspects of simplicity, directness and effectiveness, it is natural to choose the Feng Luoyan Sword Technique. What’s more, senior brother He Buwei, who is very familiar with it, also practices this sword technique. He will not have to ask for advice any time he encounters difficulties in the future.
Master and uncle can definitely ask senior brother for advice in private.
"Reporting to Master, after many days of consideration, I feel that the light, fast, swift and powerful Huifeng Luoyan Sword Technique is the most suitable for my personality, so I would like to choose to practice Huifeng Luoyan Sword Technique, and I hope Master will give me permission."
Frowning slightly, as if he was surprised by the young apprentice's choice, Xiang Shoushan recalled that even if the young apprentice chose Zhu Rong or Zi Gai Sword Technique, where would he get the Five Divine Swords of Hengshan to teach him in the end? It would be worse.
Be pragmatic and choose a complete swordsmanship, and you will achieve success with diligent practice.
Nodding, he turned around and took out the sword manual of Huifeng Luoyan Sword Technique from the tray in Zhuang Buzhong's hand. After handing it to Liu Meng to Shou Shan, he encouraged himself: "The way of martial arts has a long history, and there are many kinds of sword techniques, but martial arts
The level of swordsmanship varies from person to person. If a good swordsmanship falls into the hands of a mediocre person, it will be difficult to change its mediocre fate. Therefore, if you always work hard and practice diligently, you can live up to your choice today."
Xiang Shoushan encouraged and warned not only Liu Meng, but several other disciples also stood up, clasped their fists and respectfully replied: "Master, don't worry, we will practice diligently and promote the great reputation of our Hengshan School."
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After receiving the handwritten copy of the sword manual, Liu Meng set aside a certain amount of time every day to practice the Hengshan Heart Technique, and spent the rest of his time practicing sword techniques. The level of hard work was even greater than that of his second senior brother Zhuang Buzhong, who had always been very strict with himself.
Stunning.
In an open space in the Qinggang Forest, a young man in a gray cloth shirt was jumping around with a wooden sword in his hand, and he was practicing a set of sword skills as the breeze in the mountain blew the trees.
"Qingyin Hui Feng Luo Yan", "Broken Wild Goose Solitary Hong", Liu Meng only mastered each move. In just five days, he memorized the Hui Feng Luoyan sword technique routine, and then began to break it down step by step.
Focus on practicing each movement until the angle and speed meet the requirements, and then synthesize a complete move.
This method of practicing swordsmanship was not invented by Liu Meng, nor was it taught by his master. It was the only compensation he got after inexplicably entering this game.
After closing your eyes and entering a meditative state, a virtual space will appear in your mind. There is a humanoid NPC in it, which can follow Liu Meng's command and make any actions, including practicing sword moves and palm skills; the prerequisite is that Liu Meng must first PC in his mind
Simulate the sword move once, and the NPC will remember the move and repair it to perfection, and can practice it repeatedly according to the command.
The speed of the drill can be adjusted, and the sword moves can even be broken down into coherent movements, making it easier for Liu Meng to clearly understand the changes in the sword moves and carefully figure out each movement.
What is even more outrageous is that while the NPC is practicing, lines will appear on the body, which are red lines that represent the direction of force application, allowing people to clearly understand the operation of the sword moves, which is particularly important for mastering the cooperation between the wrist and the body.
With such a good training auxiliary function, Liu Meng can practice swordsmanship with ease. Moreover, as a martial arts fan, he has longed for the unrestrained spirit of wielding a sword and roaring proudly in the world. Now that he has the opportunity, of course he must work hard to move towards his goal.
.Autumn comes and goes, and the years reincarnate.
b ren, with a bee-like waist, tall, straight arms, a delicate face and slight dimples on his cheeks when he smiles, he is a handsome and handsome young man.
Now that they have grown up, they have to take on some of the chores of the sect. At this point, the leader Xiang Shoushan will never condone his disciples to enjoy leisure and idle work.
At this time, it was Liu Meng's turn to do some miscellaneous work. Seeing that the rice jar was almost bottomed out, he took a couple of pieces of silver from the second brother who was in charge of money and supplies, and prepared to go down the mountain to Hengyang City to buy some rice noodles, and follow the instructions of his master to buy more.
The radishes are brought back to be pickled for winter consumption.
It was almost late autumn, and the weather in the mountains was still warm, but down there the autumn wind was bleak, and the leaves and grass were withered everywhere. The originally fertile fields were left unattended and barren, looking desolate. Thinking of the fact that people everywhere were struggling to recover from war damage, Liu Meng
I couldn't help but feel very depressed.
It wasn't until we entered Hengyang City, which had not been affected by the war, that we saw that the street vendors were still there and the pedestrians were bustling with people. Then we regained our emotions and carefully looked at the market in the early Qing Dynasty, looking for the grain stores selling grain.
Wearing a bamboo hat on his head and an ordinary gray cloth short shirt, Liu Meng was dressed like a mountain boy. He was very cautious and low-key, and the green soldiers patrolling the streets with guns and knives didn't even look at him.
I followed the crowd and found a grain store, and without much bargaining, I bought half a bag of brown rice and half a bag of white flour for eight cents, carrying it on my back. I then went to the vegetable market to pick up large, thin-skinned radishes, and bought a basket of them.
The middle-aged uncle selling vegetables was very enthusiastic. He was born in poverty. Seeing that Liu Meng was not old, he added a few more brackens, put the vegetable basket on his back, and told him to be careful when turning around.
At this moment, a burst of shouting suddenly sounded, and the market was suddenly panicked. The vendors were all jumping up and down, and several big men with fierce faces came over in a high-spirited manner.
Remembering the teacher's instruction not to cause trouble rashly, Liu Meng put down his bamboo hat, lowered his head and dodged a few steps to the side to avoid the big man who was charging like a crab, but the middle-aged vegetable farmer was busy cleaning up his stall, and happened to be in the way.
In front of these big men.
"Damn! You're blind! Didn't you see the gentlemen coming?" At first, a big man wore a black robe with shiny braids. He looked very majestic, but he uttered dirty words and kicked him violently.
He kicked down the middle-aged vegetable farmer who was standing in front of him, including his stall.
The big man in black seemed to have practiced it, and his kicks were quick and powerful. The vegetable farmer was kicked somersaulting, and he struggled to get up, regardless of the pain on his body. He apologized and picked up the vegetables scattered on the ground for fear of being stepped on.
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"You're deaf too?! What a bastard! I told you to pick it up!"
Seeing that the vegetable farmer was still bending over to pick vegetables, the big man who took the lead felt that he had lost face. How dare these lowly people dare to go against me, this is not a big deal! He waved his hand, and while cursing, he told the people following him that he had lost face.
The two men lifted the vegetable farmer up, raised their hands and slapped him hard in the face.
With a few loud slaps, the big man in black was very strong and knocked out his front teeth. After a few slaps, the vegetable farmer could no longer speak, his cheeks were swollen, and blood gushed out of his mouth, and he screamed in agony.
He couldn't make any sound. As soon as the two people holding him let go, his body fell limply to the ground, seemingly blinded by the beating.
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