"Do you see any difference between Tetsuya's two sword draws?" Fujiwara Tsuyoshi asked.
Li Mengnan thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "The two movements were exactly the same, but I always felt that the second sword was more dangerous."
"Well?"
Fujiwara Tsuyoshi didn't think that a rookie who knew nothing could see the secret, but he didn't expect that although Li Mengnan didn't see the technique, he noticed something deeper.
Death threats.
What an amazing intuition!
It is said that only battlefield veterans who have been wandering on the edge of life and death for a long time can activate the sixth sense that has been dormant for thousands of years and detect danger in advance. What is the origin of this young man?
Fujiwara just observed Li Mengnan's hands carefully. The calluses on his palms were very light, and there were no calluses on his fingertips. His eyes and temperament were not sharp enough. He looked like an ordinary young man.
He could only attribute the opponent's amazing intuition to a natural talent.
Just like some atavistic diseases, some people do have an extremely keen sixth sense from birth.
This type of person is a natural warrior. Once thrown into a battle or war environment, even if they have not received formal training, they can adapt in a short period of time and quickly grow into a terrifying killing machine.
Fujiwara couldn't help but feel his love for talents, and put on a rare smile on his face. The disciples around him were suddenly frightened and had goosebumps all over their bodies.
If you are used to being beaten and scolded, seeing this smile is simply inhuman torture.
"It's really good that you can see this." Fujiwara Gang nodded approvingly, held Li Mengnan's sword-holding hands, and pointed out: "Tetsuya's demonstration was wrong the first time, it was your mistake in swinging the sword...
The sword is a weapon, but don't think of it as a mere weapon, think of it as an extension of your arm, a part of your body."
"You have to have this awareness that you are attacking the enemy with your hands, not using a piece of wood or a metal stick."
"If you regard a sword as a weapon, then it can only be a foreign object. You can never expect a foreign object to be as flexible as your arm. Do you understand?"
Li Mengnan's eyes suddenly lit up.
The sword is my body!
The first level of the sword heart sword!
Sure enough, there is a specialization in the art industry.
Although in terms of actual combat, he can defeat everyone in the Tiangong Dojo with a single illusion, but in terms of sword skills, he may not even be able to catch up with Ezaki Tetsu.
"Master Fujiwara, I have decided that I want to study here."
Entering the Tao through martial arts emphasizes accumulation, entering the Tao through law emphasizes knowledge, and entering the Tao through illusion emphasizes talent.
Li Mengnan figured out that since he had chosen the sword-controlling technique, he had to learn how to use the sword from the very basics in a down-to-earth manner. It was no longer possible to rely on talent to cheat him all the way.
Of course, when it comes to swordsmanship, the Chinese swordsmanship, which has a civilization heritage of five thousand years, is naturally superior.
But it is precisely because the history of Chinese swordsmanship is so long that it has jumped through several stages. Just like traditional Chinese ink painting, it has gradually ignored techniques and begun to pay more attention to the mysterious artistic conception.
As the saying goes, being too high-minded is like asking a kid who has just graduated from kindergarten to learn calculus directly. The level of Chinese swordsmanship is too high, and it is a bit difficult for newcomers to get started.
On the contrary, Japanese Kendo, which was born out of the battlefield and directly addresses the essence of swords, is more suitable as a basic entry-level technique.
Although Li Mengnan did not like the country of Japan very much, he did not reject many of its unique cultures.
After all, people have nationalities, but knowledge has no nationality.
Using hatred as a reason to completely deny everything about the other party is unacceptable. This kind of single-minded angry youth mentality is unacceptable.
Joining a dojo is not like joining a company, there are not that many procedures.
After teaching tuition and receiving a set of kendo uniforms, Li Mengnan became an official disciple of Tiangong Dojo.
The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.
Although he was very fond of Li Mengnan's amazing sixth sense, Fujiwara Tsuyoshi did not treat him specially. He just taught Li Mengnan like an ordinary disciple, letting Li Mengnan practice starting from the lowest level of holding and swinging a sword.
At first, he swung the sword with all his strength two thousand times a day, but after seeing Li Mengnan's savage physical strength, the daily practice was increased five times to an astonishing ten thousand times.
The intensity of the training was so high that even senior disciples like Tetsuya Ezaki were speechless, secretly saying that Li Mengnan's physical strength was abnormal.
The sword is my body.
These four words sound easy, but they are not so simple to do.
For half a month, Li Mengnan finally made his body familiar with and recognized the extra "arm" by swinging the sword hundreds of thousands of times, and truly achieved the four words "use like a finger-arm".
The most significant improvement is not his attack power, but his ability to control the sword.
Now he can hit any part of the target accurately with his sword without any deviation.
On this day, Li Mengnan came to the dojo early as usual, put on his kendo uniform and began to practice swinging his sword without hesitation.
Before swiping dozens of times, a brown-skinned girl with heavy makeup walked into the courtyard.
Also known as "Shibuya Hot Girls".
Girls dressed like this are quite common here. Li Mengnan has long been used to it. He took a casual look and looked away.
The girl threw off her shoes and walked into the dojo. She saw that Li Mengnan was the only one practicing the sword. She couldn't help but frowned and asked, "Hey, are you new here? Why haven't I seen you before?"
Li Mengnan laughed angrily. I've been here for half a month and I haven't seen you once.
Li Mengnan didn't answer her, he just put the bamboo sword in his hand on the floor, raised his head slightly, and asked: "Are you also a disciple of Tiangong Dojo?"
"You don't know me?" The girl seemed a little surprised.
"Are you a star?"
"of course not."
"So you're the postman?"
"How could I be the postman?"
"Then why do I have to get to know you?" Li Mengnan held the bamboo sword across his chest and pushed the girl back a few steps with a gentle force. "I'm not interested in girls with heavy makeup. If you want to strike up a conversation with me, first Go and wash your face before you talk."
"What? I'm chatting with you? Who do you think you are? Kimura Takuya or Takizawa Hideaki? Are you as handsome as them?" The girl laughed angrily.
"But I'm taller than them."
Regarding this, Li Mengnan is full of confidence.
At this time, other disciples were arriving one after another. The girl glared at Li Mengnan bitterly, threw her small backpack on her shoulder, and turned around to leave angrily.
The louvered skirt that just passed the thighs was turned up, revealing a hint of attractive bright color.
It's blue and white striped.
Li Mengnan decisively gave thirty-two likes for his keen insight.
Tetsuya Ezaki walked to Li Mengnan, looked at the girl's leaving figure, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"Hey, why is she here today?"
"Who is this girl with a bad face all the time?" Li Mengnan asked. Judging from Tetsuya Ezaki's reaction, it seemed that this little girl was quite famous.
"Oh, Li Nanjun, you just arrived, so it's normal that you don't know... She is Amamiya Natsuki, the only daughter of Amamiya Soun, the former dojo master of Amamiya Dojo."
Li Mengnan couldn't help but was stunned. It turned out that she was Amamiya Natsuki. Not to mention, she actually looked somewhat similar to Amamiya Zhizi.
It's just that the temperament is so different.
But as a rebellious child, that’s understandable.
"Did you offend her?" Tetsuya Ezaki was not blind, so he naturally saw the scene just now.
"How do I know? I practiced swordsmanship well, and she suddenly asked me in a bad tone if I was new here." Li Mengnan spread his hands to show that he was innocent.
"Oh, that's it..." Tetsuya Ezaki seemed to know that Amamiya Natsuki very well. He patted Li Mengnan on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't take it too seriously. Natsuki suffered a lot after the death of the previous dojo leader, Master Soun, four years ago.
The blow was such that I not only gave up my kendo practice, but my temper also became very bad."
Li Mengnan shrugged indifferently. Even if he didn't care about Tiangong Zhizi's face, he wouldn't care about this with a fourteen-year-old rebellious little girl.
"By the way, how did the previous dojo leader die?" Li Mengnan had wanted to ask about this for a long time.
Various signs indicate that Amamiya Soun's death was not a normal death, but whenever this topic is brought up, the disciples in the dojo are very tight-lipped and don't seem to want to mention it.
The two had a very good personal relationship during this period, and it was difficult for Tetsuya Ezaki to hide it from Li Mengnan, so he pulled him to a corner and whispered: "I'm telling you, you don't want to spread the word..."
Li Mengnan patted his chest and said that he belonged to Pixiu and could only go in but not out.
"The Tengu Dojo was once one of the top dojos here. When Master Soun was still here, there were once as many as a hundred swordsmanship disciples here."
"About five years ago, a real estate developer seemed to have taken a fancy to the land of Tiangong Dojo and wanted to buy it at a high price. However, Master Soun sternly refused because the ancestral property was not for sale."
"Seeing that both hard and soft tactics failed, the real estate developer took the initiative and invited a master from another kendo dojo in Kyoto to challenge the Tiangong dojo with great fanfare."
"Master Soun was forced to fight, but the opponent's swordsmanship was too high. Master Soun lost the fight and suffered serious internal injuries."
"Then the real estate developer spent money to publicize the results of the competition on the Internet and in newspapers. Many new disciples who had just started joining the school switched to other dojos. Master Soun was so furious that he vomited blood and died.
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"After the death of Master Soun, the dojo became increasingly declining, and even many old disciples left one after another. In the end, Fujiwara-senpai, who was the senior brother at the time, stepped forward and took over the position of acting master. Only then did the Tengu Dojo barely support itself.
Come down."
After saying this, Tetsuya Ezaki sighed and said with some worry: "Before you came, Li Nanjun, the dojo had not admitted any new disciples for almost a year. The tuition fees collected every year could not afford such a large dojo.
The maintenance costs are high. If this continues, I'm afraid Tiangong Dojo will not be far from closing."
Li Mengnan nodded. No wonder Tiangong Zhizi always had a hint of worry between her brows. This Tiangong Dojo was really troubled both internally and externally.
By the way, there is also a little girl who is not easy to worry about.