Tao Ya Ju is not far from the winding wooden alley. The onions go quickly and the news comes back quickly. In just half an hour, Qing Yu got the right word that the things can be made, and promised to complete them before the King Guan meeting.
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So it was night. After Wen Ya and Xu Lan returned to Tao Ya Ju, Qing Yu told Wen Ya her thoughts. The family discussed it for most of the night, and finally decided on the method of "inviting King Guan" before they went to sleep.
Early the next morning, Wen Ya and Xu Lan had breakfast on the roadside as usual, and then went to Shange.
Shange now has a fixed schedule of Chen Zheng going to school, Shen Zheng going to school, and eating at half an hour at noon. The rest of the time is spent in the pavilion, either practicing or meditating.
So when Wen Ya proposed to teach everyone a swordsmanship, all the disciples were surprised, happy and a little unbelieving, and started chattering among themselves.
"Did I hear you correctly? Do you really want to teach swordsmanship?"
"Finally, finally, it's been half a month and I'm either meditating or running every day. To be honest, my patience is almost gone."
"Shh, please keep your voice down, be careful...if I hear you, I will kick you out of the pavilion."
Wen Ya looked at the disciples coldly, half-smiling but not smiling, "When you practice to a certain level, you will know what it means to be able to hear all the sounds for miles around."
The heated discussion in the room suddenly stopped, and the disciples stood obediently, smiling with eight teeth, staring cutely at the old master in front of them.
Only then did Wen Ya explain the reason, "According to your current level of cultivation, it is still too early to touch the actual level of sword cultivation. However, the King Guan Conference is imminent and Shan Pavilion has been invited to participate. As the disciples of the pavilion, you should shoulder this important task.
So today I will teach you this set of sword techniques. Although it is still far from understanding the essence of the sword for you, you can still learn it as a sword dance.
As a teacher, I don’t require you to achieve any level of training. As long as you memorize the movements clearly and follow each move to perfection, that’s enough.
In addition, this set of swordsmanship is very powerful, and if you don’t control it properly, you may hurt your fellow disciples. So you have been practicing with wooden swords during this period."
Xu Lan held twenty wooden swords in her arms and handed one to each person. This was a congratulatory gift from Lan Mufang when the mountain pavilion was opened, but it was perfect to use at this time.
He Yunshen used to practice martial arts at home and used real swords. Now he was holding a wooden sword in his hand. He was very disdainful and said, "Master, this wooden sword can be broken with just one cut. What's the use of it? I think you should give it to us."
If it’s a real guy, he’s not a kid, he’s still playing with a wooden sword, and no one here has ever used a sword before.”
Looking around, the other disciples all nodded in agreement. Mujian did look a bit childish, and he was not even that excited.
Si Wenzhi drawled his voice and said calmly, "This wooden sword is a perfect match for you."
He Yunshen bit his cheek, raised his wooden sword and stabbed him. However, Si Wenzhi reacted quickly and blocked it with his sword. The two wooden swords made a clanging sound, but Wen Ya didn't say a word and just looked at the two of them sharply.
people.
Soon, the two couldn't stand the look in their eyes, so they both stopped their hands and stood still.
Wen Ya then continued seriously: "The sword art of Shange lies in the 'sword energy', not the sword. The sword is just a dispensable weapon, and once you master the sword energy, even if it is just a wooden sword in your hand,
, can also cut iron like clay.”
As he spoke, he took the wooden sword in He Yunshen's hand. He condensed Qi on the sword. At the same time, the tip of the sword picked up the iron lock on the corner of the wall and threw it into the air. The wooden sword in his hand swept horizontally, so fast that it disappeared, and then he heard two "clang" sounds.
There was a sound, and the iron lock had been broken into two pieces.
All the disciples were dumbfounded in shock. Wen Ya threw the wooden sword to He Yunshen, and He Yunshen grabbed it reflexively. He looked at the iron lock on the ground in shock, swallowed, and grabbed the wooden sword tightly, no longer looking down on him.
"What you practice is Qi, and what you use is Qi. Shange practice is different from ordinary martial arts. What is truly sharp is not the weapons you use in your hands, but the Qi that your body can control.
In the future, when you reach a certain level, even if you have nothing in your hands, you will be able to split mountains and split the ground with your bare hands."
When the disciples heard this, their little faces turned red with excitement, as if they were already imagining their majestic appearance of creating a new world and dominating the world.
Wen Ya waited for them to get excited for a while before continuing:
"Shange's swordsmanship is developed in response to Qi. You don't yet have the ability to control Qi, so what I will teach you today is not so much swordsmanship, but sword dancing.
However, although this set of swordsmanship cannot play any role in your hands now, it is very interesting to watch, and it is also suitable for use in the Guanwang Conference."
The disciples all shouted in agreement. Regardless of whether it was sword dancing or swordsmanship, based on the operation just now that cut iron like clay, who would question it at all.
Finally, Wen Ya gave the order: "My master did not require you to meditate at night, but from now on, you will practice swordplay during the day, and you must meditate all night when you return home at night.
I can see how much Qi you have in your body at a glance. If I see anyone whose Qi does not increase the next day, I will punish him by ten thousand circles, and he will be required to practice fasting from now on."
As soon as these words were said, the disciples immediately began to wail, gritting their teeth to finish a thousand laps in one day, ten thousand laps... Hehe, forget it, forget it, I can't sleep anymore.
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Let's talk about Hong Tao again. After getting a reminder from Shi'an the day before, Hong Tao packed up the next day and came to the fortune-telling street holding a photo-reading flag.
This was her first time here, and she was so happy to see the streets full of customers. She quickly followed Shi'an's description and found the end corner of the alley.
As expected, there were two new futons hanging on the wall. Seeing that everyone else had tables, chairs and benches, Hong Tao felt shabby and thought that she would have to bring a table, chairs and stools the next day.
But today, let's just make do with it. She inserted the fortune-telling flag into a crack in the stone floor in the middle of the road, and then meditated on the futon with satisfaction, waiting for the guests to come.
Xu Xiucai stared curiously at the little girl across from him for a long time before asking, "Your brother won't be here today?"
Hongtao opened her eyes and looked over, and after a long while, she let out a strange sigh, stood up, and walked to Xu Xiucai's desk. "He will never come here again. He has found a long-term, stable and well-paid job."
Son."
Xu Xiucai said oh, with a bit of disappointment on his face, "It seems that it will be difficult to see that kid again in the future."
"If you want to see him, go and look for him at home. My family lives in Jiuquli, Qingfeng Shili Taoyaju."
Hongtao rubbed her chin and moved closer to Xu Xiucai. She looked up and down, left and right, nodding and shaking her head as she looked, making Xu Xiucai very confused and uncomfortable.
"Why are you so close to see me?" Xu Xiucai asked in confusion, leaning back.
Hongtao complained, "What are you hiding from? I, Master Hongtao, can read your face, and no one else can ask for it. It's rare that your face interests me, so I will take a look at it for you for free."
Xu Xiucai thought for a while and then asked: "Then what did you see?"
"You are destined to be a great minister, but your life experience will become your biggest obstacle. You are very confused and confused now. Do you know why you are confused and confused?" Hong Tao asked back.
Xu Xiucai was stunned for a while, then slowly shook his head and nodded again, looking lonely and unwilling.
Hongtao shook her head and said: "You don't know. The reason why you are confused is because you are going the opposite direction. However, it was your fate that you met me today. My aunt will give you a few words:
Some things are destined by fate and can never be changed. But just because it can't be changed, doesn't mean it shouldn't happen. Everything in this world has its reason for its appearance.
If you can't change your own life, then go and change others. As long as you stand tall."
After Xu Xiucai heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly and he looked at Hong Tao in shock. After a long time, he murmured in silence: "As long as you stand tall..."