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Chapter 3 You are willing to learn the sword with me

(You are willing to learn the sword from the beautiful senior sister)

The sun was shining brightly, and on the martial arts training ground, groups of disciples gathered separately.

"How have you been practicing the Tiger Roar Technique these past ten days?" Chen Chuyun's voice was still cold, like autumn water, his eyes swept over Chen Zong's face and he paused for two breaths.

Chen Wu, Chen Shaoze, Chen Che and Chen Yan raised questions and received answers.

"In this class, I'm going to explain swordsmanship." Chen Chuyun said after answering the questions: "You may have already practiced the Afterimage Swordsmanship, Fuliu Swordsmanship and Eagle Fencing Swordsmanship, or you may have just come into contact with them."

"No matter what, I hope you can listen carefully."

Chen Chuyun always had a cold look. If it hadn't been for that night, Chen Zong would have thought she had only one expression when he saw the blazing heat in her eyes.

"The Afterimage Sword Technique, where the sword turns into an afterimage, you must use your arm to move your wrist when drawing the sword..."

Chen Chuyun obviously has a very deep understanding of the Afterimage Sword Technique. He speaks it in concise and straightforward language, making it clear to everyone. Especially Chen Zong, who combined it with his own understanding, gained a straight line of in-depth understanding.

When it comes to mysteries, Chen Chuyun will also draw his sword and practice.

Her sword had a shiny blade and ripple marks on the blade, making it look sharper. It was much better than the iron sword held by Chen Zong.

All sword practitioners long for a good sword, and Chen Zuozuo and others also have blazing eyes.

After talking about the Afterimage Sword Technique, Chen Chuyun then explained the Fuliu Sword Technique, and then the Eagle Fencing Sword Technique. Chen Zong and others were shocked to find that Chen Chuyun's three sword techniques had all reached perfection.

The explanation of the three sword techniques has been completed, and there is still half an hour left.

"Do you have any questions?" Chen Chuyun glanced at him.

She explained it very thoroughly. For a while, everyone had not digested it, so naturally they had no questions.

"Next, I'm going to teach you a swordsmanship." Chen Chuyun said again, and everyone's eyes lit up with anticipation.

"This swordsmanship is called the Basic Eighteen Styles." Chen Chuyun started to practice with the sword. Except for Chen Zong, the other six people were more or less disappointed. It was different from what they expected. Chen Zong

I looked at it very carefully.

"The basic 18 postures include splitting, thrusting, thrusting, picking, and teasing... the 18 movements are not foundation-building martial arts, and they are not very powerful, but they will be helpful for practicing swordsmanship. It is best to make time to practice them on weekdays."

Chen Chuyun practiced the basic 18 postures several times.

"Teacher, I have a question." Chen Zuozuo opened his mouth and asked Chen Chuyun's eyes: "I heard that the perfection of martial arts is not the end. I wonder what is beyond the perfection?"

Chen Zong was startled when he heard this.

Isn’t the state of perfection the end of martial arts?

Is there a higher realm?

"Beyond perfection, there is indeed a higher realm." Chen Chuyun pondered for a moment and then said, his cold voice seemed a little more erratic: "Beyond perfection, there is a subtlety."

"Be subtle." Everyone repeated in a low voice.

Chen Zong felt his heart was burning. He couldn't explain why, but his heart seemed to be beating faster than usual.

"Into the subtleties..." These two words are full of magic.

"You have reached the realm of subtlety, don't think too much about it now." Chen Chuyun's cold voice woke everyone up: "No one in the entire clan hall has reached it."

"If there are no other questions, this class is over." Chen Chuyun said after pouring cold water. Although the class is stipulated to be two hours, it is actually up to the teacher to arrange it: "Chen Zong, you come with me."

Seeing Chen Zong and Chen Chuyun leaving, Chen Zuozuo and others had ugly expressions.



An independent courtyard, the length and width of the courtyard are ten meters each. This is Chen Chuyun's residence in the family hall.

"Teacher, after becoming a warrior, can you live in a small courtyard like this?" Chen Zong asked.

"Top ten talents." Chen Chuyun answered succinctly, and Chen Zong was shocked. The implication was that Chen Chuyun's strength among the entire clan's disciples can be ranked among the top ten: "Don't talk about other things, the three swordsmanship can be

Have you ever reached the state of small success?"

"Arrived." Chen Zong nodded.

"Lian." Chen Chuyun's tone was urgent and his eyes were burning.

Chen Zong immediately drew his sword and practiced the three sword techniques one by one.

"Okay, okay!" Three words in a row showed the excitement in Chen Chuyun's heart. His autumn eyes were as hot as fire at this time, almost wanting to burn Chen Zong. There was a kind of fanaticism: "Chen Zong, are you willing to follow me and learn from me?"

sword?"

Chen Zong was slightly startled. From Chen Chuyun's eyes, he could see a kind of enthusiasm for the sword, and he was greatly shocked.

"Do you want to become a disciple?" Chen Zong asked.

"No, I just want to witness the rise of a swordsman genius." Chen Chu's eyes were still blazing.

"I do." Chen Zong replied solemnly.

"Okay, I have a vacant room here. Do you want to stay here or in the original place?" Chen Chuyun said directly.

"Teach me, I'll stay where I am." Chen Zong did not hesitate, not wanting to cause any extra trouble to Chen Chuyun.

"It's up to you, but you have to come over and practice sword practice for three hours every day." Chen Chuyun did not force Chen Zong to move here, but he asked for time to practice swordplay. Chen Zong had no objection.

Until now, apart from his father giving him some pointers, he has been relying on his own efforts to keep improving. There are masters who are willing to give him guidance on how to practice swordsmanship, which is a great thing.

"Start now." Chen Chuyun said vigorously: "Practice the basic eighteen postures."

Chen Zong was puzzled.

"Practice the basic eighteen postures well, which will be of significant help to other swordsmanship practices." Chen Chuyun said with a very positive tone.

Chen Zong started practicing immediately. He clearly remembered Chen Chuyun's previous drills. At the beginning, his movements were slow and a little bit wrong. Chen Chuyun would give guidance. The second time he was basically correct, and the third time he moved faster.

For the tenth time, follow the sword with your body, each sword move, and the sword light surrounds your whole body, as if you have practiced it thousands of times.

"He is indeed a swordsman genius." Chen Chuyun's gaze seemed to melt steel.

After practicing for the twentieth time, Chen Chuyun shouted to stop and led Chen Zong to a corner of the courtyard. Here there was a door-shaped wooden frame with round wooden beads hanging on it. The largest ones were like eggs and the smallest ones were like soybeans, arranged in a row.

open.

"There are four key points in practicing swordsmanship, which are the foundation of swordsmanship." Chen Chuyun's voice was powerful, and every word was like a sword: "Quick, steady, accurate, and ruthless!"

"Only by being quick can we catch the enemy unawares and attack them unprepared, making them unable to defend themselves."

"Only by being accurate can you hit the target every time and never deviate."

"Only by being stable can you avoid making mistakes and be able to move with ease."

"Only ruthlessness can kill the enemy and overcome obstacles."

Just four sentences made Chen Zong tremble all over, as if struck by lightning, his pupils dilated and contracted sharply, and there seemed to be a storm in his heart.

"No matter what kind of swordsmanship you practice, the ultimate goal is to protect yourself and kill the enemy, and it cannot be separated from the fundamentals."

"From now on, your arms will be tied with ten kilograms of iron pieces. You can only add more but not remove them, so as to practice Kuai Zi Jue." Chen Chuyun picked up the thin black iron pieces neatly arranged in one corner and said.

Made of heavy iron, its weight is ten times that of an iron piece of the same size, making it suitable for heavy objects.

Chen Zong didn't feel much when his arms were tied with heavy iron plates, but he had done weight-bearing training before and knew that the longer the weight-bearing time, the more obvious the feeling of load would be.

"Pricking round wooden beads to train accurate calligraphy skills."

"When your sword can hit the smallest wooden bead at will, you will have achieved success." As he said that, Chen Zong felt a dazzling light flash in front of his eyes, and a tiny point appeared in the center of the soybean-sized wooden bead.

However, the ball seemed to be firmly fixed and motionless. Chen Zong took a breath of air and his heart was in turmoil.

In an instant, Chen Chuyun drew his sword and thrust it out before sheathing it. It was incredibly fast. With his enhanced eyesight, he could only see a flash of sword light. If he was an enemy, he would not even know how he would die.

The most important thing is that the sword thrust out so quickly not only hit the center of the soybean-sized wooden bead, but also did not pierce the soybean-sized wooden bead. The wooden bead did not move at all, indicating that Chen Chuyun stabbed it casually.

The sword is not only extremely precise, but its control of power is astonishing.

That sword fully explained to Chen Zong what fast, accurate and stable means.

"Such a sword, although simple, is better than thousands of sword techniques." Chen Zong said secretly, his heart was extremely hot: "If it is integrated into the sword technique, making the sword technique faster, more accurate and more stable, wouldn't it be greatly increased in power?

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Chen Zong's reaction made Chen Chuyun very satisfied.

Practicing swordsmanship is one thing whether you have talent or not, but you also need to be passionate enough.

"Start training with the largest wooden bead." Chen Chuyun stepped back to give enough space.

Chen Zong took a deep breath, walked to the egg-sized wooden bead, and stood a distance away. He stared at the wooden bead and slowly adjusted his posture until he felt the best to draw his sword.

Holding his breath, seeing only the egg-sized wooden beads in his eyes, he twisted his body, drew his sword and stabbed out.

This is not difficult for Chen Zong, who has mastered the Eight Forms of True Sword to a small degree. Moreover, during the twenty days he lived in Fenghou Lin, he used his sword to stab fish, split branches, etc., and also practiced his precision.

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With a strike of the sword, the wooden bead was struck and shattered.

Chen Chuyun nodded imperceptibly.

Sheath the sword, lock the second largest wooden bead, adjust, and draw the sword.

After Chen Zong stabbed the third largest log bead, he stabbed the fourth largest log bead with his sword but it passed by.

"Your sword is not fast enough nor accurate enough." Chen Chuyun was unceremonious. Although she felt that Chen Zong could do this for the first time in her heart, it was great, but she should not praise him excessively, lest the other party would become proud: "Practice for an hour first.

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Chen Zong also felt that the sword was indeed not fast enough or accurate enough. Even if it hit the largest wooden bead, it was not skillful enough after a lot of preparation.

My goal is to be like Chen Chuyun who can stab with a single sword and control his power accurately.

Practice repeatedly until your arms are sore and soft, and then practice the "Standing" technique.

The practice of Wen Zi Jue is to hold the hilt of the sword and extend the sword forward in a straight line with the arm. A ten-pound iron ball is hung at the end of the sword.

There was no pressure at first, but as time passed, Chen Zong gradually felt that the big tendons in his right arm were being pulled forward, and began to hurt, as if it was about to tear, but he still gritted his teeth and held on.

Five minutes later, Chen Zong felt that his arm had lost consciousness and had to put it down to rest. Chen Chuyun gently kneaded Chen Zong's right arm with his fingers, and gradually regained consciousness. It was warm and comfortable, and he recovered after a few minutes.

"Continue." Chen Chuyun said like a strict teacher.

Practice it several times and stab the wooden ball again.

"I'm here today, and I'll come back tomorrow." Chen Chuyun said.

"Teacher, farewell." Chen Zong bowed very formally. Although he did not become a disciple, Chen Zong was very grateful to Chen Chuyun for his teaching.

Walking out of the small courtyard with brisk steps, Chen Zong felt that the sun was particularly bright today.


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