Wen Ziling admired Ximenlang's accuracy and strength when he first came into contact with the flying knife. She secretly guessed that the opponent's internal strength had greatly increased, so the speed and strength of the flying knife were very powerful. Now, the target made by the scarecrow
It was not suitable for this young man who was extremely talented in knife-throwing skills. She had an idea, took some chalk and drew a human figure on a thick osmanthus tree, and asked Ximen Lang to step back and practice ten meters away from the big tree.
Throwing knives.
Following the technique taught by his senior sister, Ximen Lang swung his arm and flew out with another knife. The target in his heart was the human-shaped nose on the big tree. However, because the distance was too far, he did not hit the expected target.
"Take it!"
The flying knife hit the left face of the humanoid target, three centimeters away from the nose. The blade entered the tree about ten centimeters, and the tail of the knife kept trembling.
Wen Ziling screamed in surprise and said happily: "Xiao Lang, you are so great!"
Ximen Lang shook his head dissatisfied and said, "I wanted to shoot his nose, but unfortunately it was shot crookedly."
Wen Ziling was extremely surprised, "What, from such a long distance, you just learned how to fly a knife and you still shoot such a precise target, it's incredible!"
Ximenlang smiled and said, "It's nothing. I'm far behind you, senior sister." In fact, one of his favorite things in his life was playing with knives. When he had nothing to do, he would try to use knives while standing at a certain distance.
I have developed a certain accuracy in throwing watermelons and other fruits. However, it is just a hobby and has no skills at all. Now I have benefited a lot from the professional guidance of my senior sister.
Wen Ziling sighed: "Your talent in flying knives makes me jealous. It took me three months of practice to reach the level of your knife. If you continue to develop at this rate, it won't take long for you to surpass mine."
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Ximen Lang smiled and said: "Sister, please don't praise me, otherwise I will be proud."
Wen Ziling responded with a smile, "It's not okay to be proud. If you are really proud of your achievements, senior sister will have to slap you in the butt."
Ximenlang stuck out his tongue and said, "Senior sister, are you willing to hit me?"
Wen Ziling blushed and said angrily: "Why don't you want to beat me? I am your senior sister. If you disobey me in the future, I will beat you. Okay, you performed well just now, let's continue practicing now."
"Well, I have to shoot that ugly nose this time." Ximen Lang said with confidence. He bent down and pulled out a willow leaf flying knife from the knife bag on the ground, and threw the flying knife out with a very standard posture.
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The speed and power of the flying knife were impeccable, and it flew through the air. However, this time it hit the right face of the humanoid target, and the distance was also about three centimeters missing.
Wen Ziling smiled and said: "That's too much to say. I didn't hit the target. Keep working hard."
Ximenlang blushed. He originally thought that he would be able to hit the target, but he didn't expect that achieving a certain accuracy with a flying knife was not as simple as he thought. However, this also aroused his competitive spirit.
He bent down and picked up the knife bag and tied it to himself, took out the flying knife inside, and threw it out with one handle.
Strangely enough, although the flying knives all hit the face of the target, none of them hit the nose accurately, and they were all missing a certain distance. As a result, he became impatient, and then
The posture of throwing the flying knife was not very standard, and the accuracy of this knife was even worse. It actually hit half a foot above the target's head and missed the target.
There was a "pop" sound, and Ximenlang felt a burning pain on his buttocks. He was agitated and turned his head to look without knowing why.
I saw Wen Ziling holding a branch in her hand and slapping him hard on his buttocks, and said displeasedly: "What did you do? Your posture is wrong and you are impatient. It is impossible to hit the target by doing this."
After hearing what she said, Ximen Lang immediately knew the mistake he had made, and said guiltily: "I know."
"Okay, let's go on, don't be in a hurry."
Ximen Lang pulled out the last willow leaf flying knife from the knife bag, took a steady breath, looked at the target intently, raised his hand, and shot out the flying knife with the sound of wind.
"Take it!"
Impartially, it hit the nose of the person's face, and the entire blade entered the trunk of the tree.
"good……"
Those who praised were not only Wen Ziling, but also the green-robed ancestor who had just woken up and Hong Jiao who was standing at the door with crutches. Seeing that their apprentice was so talented at flying knives, the couple both showed relief on their faces.
smile.
The entire afternoon was spent practicing flying knives, and Ximen Lang still wore ten-pound leggings on his legs. However, because he concentrated on practicing, he gradually forgot about the weight on his legs.
Wen Ziling also taught him two other techniques in the forward throw shooting method, namely the oblique throw and the overhand throw. This young senior sister, who is about the same age as her junior brother, is very attentive in teaching kung fu, patiently explaining bit by bit, and demonstrating by herself. She is undoubtedly a senior
Very good teacher.
Time and time again, Ximen Lang used positive throws, evil throws, and hand-to-hand throws to shoot out the flying knives. After all twelve flying knives were shot out, he walked to the bottom of the big tree and pierced the handle of one of the flying knives deeply.
He pulled it out, put it in the knife bag, walked back, and started throwing again. In this way, he was also unknowingly practicing the basic steps of another Kung Fu, that is, the Shiliang Shenxing Technique.
After half a day of practice, it was quite effective. From a distance of ten meters, Ximen Lang used three techniques to throw the flying knife, and nine out of ten times he could accurately hit the target on the target, and the error rate was gradually decreasing.
When dusk fell, Hong Jiao walked out of the room and shouted: "That's all. Let's end today's practice. It's time for dinner. Come and help."
Ximen Lang and Wen Ziling agreed at the same time, put the throwing knives into their leather bags, and hung them on the branches. Then they went to the well platform to wash their hands, and began to help bring the food out of the room and put it on the low table under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
The four of them sat around the table and started having dinner.
The meal was simple and crude, consisting of a large pot of sorghum rice and a pot of boiled eggplant and potatoes mixed with miso, as well as pickled cucumbers and other side dishes. However, the four of them ate with gusto.
After dinner, Ximen Lang said goodbye to his master and his wife and returned to the courtyard next door. After a while, the door was pushed open and a charming girl wearing a pink nurse uniform walked in. It was Wen Ziling who had just finished cleaning up at home. As promised,
Came to work. What she was wearing was exactly the work clothes she wore when she worked as a Qigong masseur at the Jinbihuihui Leisure Club.
Ximen Lang's eyes suddenly straightened. Oh my god, Zi Ling used to be so charming that it made men drool. Now she's wearing such a set of clothes. Isn't this a typical uniform temptation? I can't stand it.