Wen Ziling nodded slightly and said: "So, you and Feidao are very destined. I believe you must learn very well and be able to reach the level of Li Xunhua back then."
Ximen Lang smiled and said: "That is a god-like figure. How can ordinary people like us compare to him? It is just a dream."
Wen Ziling said softly: "Sincerity leads to gold and stone. You are smart and have a good understanding. As long as you work hard, your dream will eventually come true. Okay, now I will teach you the basic skills of flying knives. In short,
For example,
The throwing methods are divided into four categories, namely forward throwing method, backward throwing method, upward throwing method, and downward throwing method. Among them, the forward throwing method uses a flying knife to shoot the enemy in front, and it is divided into
There are three techniques: forward throwing, oblique throwing and overhand throwing."
Ximen Lang sighed and said: "It turns out that there are so many things to pay attention to when practicing flying knives."
Wen Ziling said: "Of course. Let me talk about the most basic forward throw first. Use the index and middle fingers of your right hand to hold the knife in your hand, move it backwards, then swing your arms upward in an arc, and quickly bend your elbows forward through your head.
On the right side, when the heart is facing down, the shoulders, elbows and wrists coordinate to exert force and tremble, and the hands
Pinch loosely with your fingers to make the flying knife fly parallel and straight in the air, and hit the target with the tip of the knife." She held the shining willow leaf flying knife in her hand, and while saying this, she made corresponding demonstration movements, with graceful posture and rhythmic swings of her arms.
, like graceful willow branches in the wind.
Ximen Lang put the knife pouch at his feet, took out a willow leaf flying knife from it, and carefully made it according to the movements of his senior sister. Some of the details were done exactly right and in style.
Wen Ziling nodded and said with satisfaction: "Xiao Lang, you are very enlightened and are very suitable for learning flying knives. I practiced this one posture five or six times before I completely mastered it. My mother was so angry that she kept scolding me for being stupid.
And he beat me with a willow stick."
Ximen Lang was a little smug when he heard her praise, but he immediately remembered something and asked: "Maybe you were still young at that time?"
"Well, I was twelve years old."
The original joy was gone. Ximen Lang said helplessly: "Senior sister, you were still a little girl at that time. It is forgivable that your movements were irregular. I am a young man now. If you can't even do such a simple movement,
Well, isn’t that a stupid pig?”
Wen Ziling smiled sweetly, "You're not that big now."
Ximenlang objected, "I'm an adult now, okay? I've grown up." I thought to myself, not only have I grown up, but there is also a place where I'm bigger than those adults. If I let you see it, I'm sure
You'll be shocked! However, he didn't know that his treasure had already been seen by Wen Ziling.
Wen Ziling said with a smile: "Okay, even if you have grown up. Now you can do the actual operation in this posture. When I first practiced, I was three meters away from the target, and then I increased the distance every day. Now that you are an adult,
Then let’s keep a longer distance. If you are five meters away from the target, if you can hit the scarecrow’s body with a flying knife, it proves that you are accurate.”
"Okay, I understand."
Ximenlang took a few steps back with the throwing knife in his hand, so that the distance between himself and the scarecrow in front was about five meters, and said, "Then I'll shoot this guy in the head with the throwing knife and see if I can hit it."
Wen Ziling said hurriedly: "Xiaolang, I'm impatient and can't eat hot tofu. You'd better do it little by little and go step by step. The scarecrow's body is relatively large. As long as your flying knife can touch its body at such a long distance, it's good."
."
"Okay, let me give it a try."
Ximen Lang, however, wanted to shoot the scarecrow in the head with a flying knife. He held the handle of the knife with his middle fingers and suddenly threw the throwing knife according to the movements taught by Wen Ziling just now.
The flying knife flashed with a silver light and hit the scarecrow's head. However, because the force was too strong, it did not stop. Instead, it passed through and continued to fly forward without losing any momentum. The speed and force were astonishing.
Wen Ziling's face turned pale and she screamed "Ah". It turned out that she saw the flying knife flying more than ten meters in an instant, running towards the bare back of her father's head who was sitting in front of the low table.
Ximen Lang also discovered this problem and was even more shocked. Damn it, no way. How could I be so energetic? The flying knife went straight through the scarecrow with such great force and flew towards the master. God bless,
Master, please get out of the way, otherwise the first sword shot will pierce the master's bald head. Wouldn't that be bullying the master and destroying the ancestors?
Just when the tip of the knife was about to pierce the head of the green-robed ancestor, he tilted his head just right. The knife missed and flew straight over, but he reached out to catch it and said with a smile: "It's pretty strong, not bad."
Without looking back, he threw the throwing knife back and hit the scarecrow on the back of the head.
Ximen Lang was dazzled by what he saw. What is the real stunt? The master's hand is the one. He doesn't even need to look at it with his eyes. He only relies on intuition or the ability to transform by listening to the wind. He can throw the flying knife so accurately. It's really amazing!
Guessing that the master might be awake now, Ximen Lang ran over quickly, got to the front of the green-robed ancestor, fell to his knees on the ground, kowtowed three times, and said loudly: "Master is here, please accept my disciple's bow."
Now the green-robed ancestor had indeed regained consciousness. When he saw the young man kowtowing to him, he asked with some confusion: "Little brother, what are you doing? Get up quickly."
Wen Ziling walked over quickly and said, "Dad, just now my mother accepted him as your apprentice on your behalf. From now on, Xiaolang will be your apprentice."
An excited smile appeared on the ugly face of the green-robed ancestor, and he said happily: "Really? This is my apprentice. It's great." He stretched out his arm and pulled the other person up from the ground. With just this touch, he felt
Seeing that the young man had a small amount of inner strength, he said with a smile: "It turns out that you still have some kung fu in your body. It's rare to find someone at such a young age. I'm determined to pass on all my kung fu to you."
Ximen Lang was overjoyed and said, "Thank you so much, Master."
The green-robed ancestor waved his hand and said: "Thank you. I am your master. Teaching you martial arts is a matter of course. I will give you the boxing manual of "Storm God Fist" in a while. If you practice this boxing, you will become proficient."
, you should be able to travel across the rivers and lakes."
Ximen Lang said hurriedly: "The master's wife has given this boxing book to me."
The green-robed ancestor laughed loudly, "Very good, Jiao'er did a good job. Your name is Ximen Lang, right?"
Ximenlang answered respectfully, "Yes." Compared with the master who seemed to be very scheming, he liked the master who was sometimes confused and sometimes sober. He felt that he was easy to get close to, so he respected him more and more.
There was no discrimination because of his brain disease.