Xu Zizhen hesitated for a moment. He really wanted to learn some serious Kung Fu from the Eight Classics, but he had never met a master. Rong Xi Liuli and their master, Taoist Master Xuan Yi, were masters, but their Kung Fu didn't seem to be very suitable for him.
A big old man practices.
Li Sheng's sword is quite powerful when danced, but it is just a martial arts move. It just looks good. I don't know if it will work on the battlefield.
This middle-aged man is tall and tall, but he doesn't look like a master at all. If after teaching him for a long time, his sword skills are the same as Li Sheng's, which is like fists and legs, then my practice will be in vain.
, and many masters in vain.
The man probably guessed what he was thinking by looking at his expression, but he didn't say much. He took out a knife from behind his back, stood up and said calmly: "You can watch me do it again before you decide."
As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his body slightly and jumped forward. He came to an open space on the top of the mountain. He turned his wrist and held the steel knife in his hand. His whole aura suddenly changed, even though he was only wearing ordinary clothes.
He wore gray cloth clothes, but in Xu Zizhen's eyes, he turned into a warrior general whose robes and armor were stained with blood on the battlefield.
The man shouted fiercely, and the knife in his hand suddenly started to dance. He looked like crazy and drew the knife very fast. Along with the loud shouts, at first, you could vaguely see the angle and moves of his knife, but after just a few moves,
It was like a group of violent winds clashing left and right, with the sound of swords and the flash of swords, even the figure of the man could no longer be distinguished.
Xu Zizhen was dumbfounded and his heart was beating involuntarily. He opened his mouth and stared at the shadow of the knife. A voice in his heart shouted loudly: "What a powerful sword technique! I want to learn! I want to learn!"
The man suddenly shouted loudly and drew back his sword. He stood there breathless and without blushing. Yuan Tingyue stood calmly and calmly. He turned around and glanced at Xu Zizhen lightly: "How?"
Xu Zizhen suddenly came back to his senses and nodded repeatedly: "I'll learn, I'll learn!" As he spoke, he lifted his clothes and knelt down.
But the man supported him, shook his head and said: "I just feel that I am destined to you, and I see that you are loyal and courageous. You are a friend who can be made and made. This is just a apprenticeship. I never accept disciples."
Xu Zizhen was originally not interested in kowtowing, so what he said hit his mark and he stood up. Suddenly, he was stunned because he didn't realize until now that one of the man's sleeves was empty and he only had one arm.
When the man saw that he noticed his broken arm, he didn't care. He just said lightly: "No one can ensure that you are safe and sound when fighting on the battlefield. This arm of mine was cut off when we faced the enemy."
Xu Zizhen couldn't help but sigh. This man's sword skills were superb. If his arms were intact, he would definitely be a nightmare for his enemies.
The man didn't want to talk about this topic, and said with a serious expression: "My sword technique is called Luan Cloak. It was created by me from the masters of many families. It may not be powerful if used one on one, but it is very suitable for fighting in battles.
It is used on the battlefield." He paused and then said, "People say that infantry is not as good as cavalry, but my sword skills are designed to defeat cavalry. Take it seriously."
As he spoke, he held the knife and slowly swung it again. This time, his swinging movements were clear and slow, obviously so that Xu Zizhen could see clearly. Xu Zizhen's eyes widened and he looked at it very carefully, for fear of missing something.
Gradually, he suddenly discovered a strange thing. The moves in this set of sword skills were simple and direct, without any fancy moves. They were slashing, diagonal, forehand and backhand, but there was no straight slash from top to bottom. When he finished the dance again
, he couldn't bear it anymore and asked this question.
The man glanced at him approvingly: "The so-called cloak, chaos refers to the sharpness of the knife, making the enemy unstoppable and evasive. The wind refers to the erratic shape of the knife, leaving no trace to be found, and the word "cloak"...
It is the key to achieve the two words chaos and wind."
He picked up the knife and made a sharp slash from top to bottom. When he reached the bottom, he raised his hand and slashed horizontally with the knife. He paused and said, "Look again." After speaking, he raised the knife diagonally upwards, and then flipped it over.
The wrist was slashed horizontally, and the two strokes connected as smoothly as clouds and flowing water.
Xu Zizhen's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands and said, "I understand! What this word "Pi" means is to control the angle of the knife within the shortest distance to achieve the fastest speed!"
The man nodded slightly, with a smile in his eyes: "A boy can be taught."
Xu Zizhen couldn't wait to take the knife from his hand, pondered for a moment and started dancing slowly according to memory, while the man stood aside and watched quietly.
At the beginning, he was obviously unfamiliar with dancing, after all, he had never learned any weapons, but the man would give pointers from time to time, and Xu Zizhen was a very smart person, so he soon became proficient.
This set of sword techniques is not too difficult. The key lies in the change of sword posture between each move. The other is the word "quick". Xu Zizhen has not recovered from his serious injury. He grits his teeth and endures the pain and keeps practicing. He has a special talent for kung fu.
His hobby has been like this since he was a child, but in his time it was only used for competitions, and it was almost impossible to see it used in actual combat.
He felt like a mouse that fell into a rice vat. He was so happy that he couldn't even take a break now. He practiced over and over again until nearly two hours later, by which time he had basically learned something decent.
, but felt that he could no longer lift his arms, so he had to stop, sit down on the ground, pick up the wine jar and take a deep drink, then wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "My memory is not bad.
Bar?"
The man picked up the jar and took a big gulp, and said: "You learn quickly, you are a piece of material, so I can leave with peace of mind."
Xu Zizhen was surprised: "So soon?" He and this man somehow felt very compatible. Now that he heard that he wanted to leave, he felt a little reluctant and sad.
The man smiled, pointed to the tomb without a tombstone and said, "I was supposed to leave yesterday. My brother is buried here. Every year on his death anniversary, I come to spend three days with him."
As he spoke, he patted Xu Zizhen on the shoulder: "The imperial court is incompetent, and the war on the border is tense. I think you are a man. I hope you can make good use of this sword technique. Even if we have no chance to meet again in the future, it will be okay."
Xu Zizhen was silent for a long time, then raised his head and said, "Then what should I call you? Senior? Big brother?"
The man thought for a moment: "I am the second oldest, so you can just call me second brother."
"Second brother!" Xu Zizhen shouted seriously, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind - broken arm, second brother, unparalleled sword skills, and such a good drinking capacity...
He suddenly widened his eyes, looked at the man and said, "Second brother, your... surname is Wu?"
The second brother turned around sharply, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know me?"
Now Xu Zizhen was more sure. He jumped up excitedly, grabbed his second brother's arm, and said incoherently and excitedly: "Second brother, you...are you really Wu Song?"