Early the next morning, Zhao Changhe looked at the steamed buns delivered by the handyman in silence, and complained resentfully: "Is this the breakfast? I haven't eaten well at the inn on the way."
Luo Qi was about to speak but stopped. After talking nonsense last night, this guy went back and squatted in the lunge position for half an hour. He went to bed when he was tired and paralyzed. He snored as soon as he put his head on the table, which made him unable to sleep well all night.
But the effort is really remarkable.
Luo Qi didn't know whether to laugh at him for overestimating his abilities or to encourage him. He munched on the steamed buns silently and said, "It's winter, it's good to have something to eat. You and I also had chicken legs last night. Do you know how many people are drooling?"
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Zhao Changhe came to his senses. Whether this is a world of force or a world of academics, it is still a model of the ancient world. With the productivity of ancient times, the landlords may not be able to eat meat every day. What's more, these are still "troubled times" and many people don't have enough to eat.
Being able to get up early and have a full stomach is pretty good...
Thinking about it this way, I feel a little worried. The human nutrition required for this blood evil skill is no joke. It is not enough to rely on cornbread. I wonder if there is a mission to obtain it.
Is it possible to grab it too?
The thing I don't adapt to is not only this Wowotou, but also all kinds of other problems.
For example, there is a waterfall at the back of the village, and the water falls into a pool, and then separates the stream, and goes all the way down the mountain. The scenery is actually quite good. The daily water is collected here by the handymen... However, no one will carry water for you to wash, it is for drinking.
. Who can jump into the pool to take a bath in this weather? How to live like this...
Luo Qi scratched his itch and complained: "I have never had a bath for so many days...what a bullshit place. The conditions of the Luo family are what many people can only dream of. It's better for you to become a wanted criminal."
Zhao Changhe said "Hi": "When did you talk about this again..."
Luo Qi turned her head and ignored him. He knew that what he was doing was unreasonable and there was no point in blaming Zhao Changhe for this.
In fact, Zhao Changhe himself is the same. After living such a luxurious modern life, he has become like this, so he understands Luo Qi's unreasonable complaints. If the blind man were in front of him now, Zhao Changhe would probably slap him.
I don’t know how other mountain kings can feel happy...but he knows that no matter how happy he is, he must be a mountain king, not a pawn.
"I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to practice martial arts." Zhao Changhe didn't say much, just gnawed on the cornbread and went to the martial arts field in the village.
As a rookie who has never been exposed to martial arts, you can't learn anything by just reading "cheats". Someone has to answer your questions, otherwise you won't even understand a lot of terminology. Luo Qi's approach is different from that of the Blood God Cult. Ask him if he knows
use.
Fang Buping, the head of Tangtang branch, is not here to teach. He has his own teaching mission, so you can just go and learn.
There was no snow today. When I arrived at the martial arts field, there were already many people practicing martial arts. Zhao Changhe discovered that they were practicing with swords.
The voice of teaching and teaching echoed in the field: "Although the sword is easy to use, it is not about hacking and slashing! Look at this simple turning around and slashing. How many times have I said this? The range cannot be too large, otherwise it will be full of flaws and there will be no time to recover.
Beware of Zhang Quan! Look at your twisted waist, do you think it’s your mother doing the Yangko dance?”
Zhao Changhe looked carefully at Zhang Quan, whom the deacon was pointing at. Zhang Quan turned around and struck out with a knife, which was very fast and violent. It looked like anyone behind him would be cut into two pieces in a sneak attack, but he was scolded heavily.
The teaching master grabbed Zhang Quan's sword and said, "I'll demonstrate it again, watch it!"
His legs were slightly arched, his steps were slightly wrong, and his waist twisted. Zhao Changhe saw the light of the knife flash past, and the knife stopped firmly at a 90-degree position behind him.
This knife was obviously faster than Zhang Quan's just now, but it stopped very steadily, without advancing any further, as if there was a wall blocking the knife.
The teacher taught the Dharma loudly: "You can only do it with ease if you use all your strength. Just like this knife, no matter whether you can achieve the desired effect or not, if you don't use all your strength, there will be changes in the future!"
That's it, that's it.
How did I get slapped in the dream at that time?
No matter how simple martial arts is, there is still a way to do it. If I had practiced such a move back then, even if it was just the basics, the outcome might have been different...
The original intention of "entering a dream" is to learn these things, right?
Going around in circles, it’s the beginning... Although it may have deviated from the original intention of the blind man’s arrangement, but that may be a good thing...
But I heard Zhang Quandao: "But teach me, I didn't mean to use so much force, but it requires the sword to be drawn out fast enough. Once it is fast, it will be impossible to hold it back..."
"This requires practice! It's just a turning back. How much force should be used and where should it stop? Practice it a thousand times a day and you will know it!" Professor Sun's voice was still loud: "Besides, I just made a mistake on my waist and legs.
Do you understand that I have to use all my strength to cooperate? I asked you to do a lunge and a horse stance, but it doesn’t look good!"
"Ah?" Zhang Quan scratched his head: "No, I didn't see clearly. Can the teaching be continued..."
"Huh?" Professor Sun stared.
Zhang Quan shrank with a smile.
But other congregants said one after another: "No one saw it clearly, so the teacher should demonstrate it again..."
Teacher Sun shook his head and was very disappointed. Because this was not the first time he said it. Everyone was as stupid as a cow. They learned it yesterday and forgot it today, and they dared to say it with a shy face without even seeing it clearly.
He looked around to see if anyone understood, but he saw Zhao Changhe standing far away in deep thought.
"Um, Zhao Changhe, right?" Sun Jiaoxi shouted: "What's your expression? Do you understand?"
"Oh..." Zhao Changhe came to his senses and stepped forward hesitantly: "Give me a knife to try?"
Teacher Sun directly handed over the knife, but at the same time he added: "Look up, hold out your chest! Speak louder! Can you be a soft-spoken Lu Lin? Are you taking the scholar exam?"
Zhao Changhe twitched his cheek: "I am a member of a demon sect. There are also some sinister people..."
"Fuck, you're pretty good at fighting! You haven't joined the religion yet, and now you're just... forget it." Sun Jiaoxi hesitated and waved his hands: "Anyway, why don't you speak louder? You haven't eaten yet?"
Zhao Changhe said loudly: "Give me a try on the knife!"
Professor Sun handed over the knife with great satisfaction.
Zhao Changhe: "..."
Who is this?
After taking the knife, I felt it was really light, maybe only two or three kilograms... This was an ordinary single knife, just like the one he stabbed Luo Zhenwu to death. It was not the broad knife that weighed several dozen kilograms in his dream. I doubt it.
There is no such knife in reality.
When swinging the broadsword, he had to throw it back with all his strength. It was impossible to control where the sword stopped, but this single sword seemed to be possible. Zhao Changhe recalled Sun Jiaoxi's actions just now, turned around with a lunge, and said, "Shuah!"
There was a sound of ground, and he slashed back quickly with a single sword, trying to stop at the position where Professor Sun was just now, as if it was the same.
Teacher Sun looked a little surprised: "My understanding is good! How could I start learning martial arts with such a level of understanding and good physical skills? It's a pity, it's a pity."
Zhao Changhe returned the knife, cupped his fists and said, "Please give me some advice."
"The hands are not stable enough and the position is not precise enough. This needs to be practiced...here..." Teacher Sun took Zhao Changhe's hand and led him to stop in a position: "Remember this sense of position and find it correctly.
, just swing the sword like this every day, practice it as many times as you can, and then you can swing the sword faster and faster and more steadily, this is the essence of all martial arts in the world!"
Zhao Changhe breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely: "Thank you for teaching me."
Teacher Sun looked at him sideways for a long time, then suddenly turned around and shouted to everyone in the martial arts field: "What are you doing standing still? Practice by yourself! Learn from Zhao Changhe! You are so good the first time you learn, do you have the face? You can still chop melons crookedly.
Anyone with cracked dates is not allowed to eat today!"
A group of people stared at Zhao Changhe with unkind eyes.
Zhao Changhe twitched the corner of his mouth. He was afraid that he would offend all his classmates on the first day of school by "imitating others' XXX"?