Chapter 910 The real look of the Sword Saint's swordsmanship
There is one thing that Xue Lengxiang doesn't understand.
Since you have only learned one move, how can you teach other moves to others?
Xue Lengxiang was about to ask, but Xia Shang explained first: "I know what you are thinking. You don't understand that since I have only learned one move, how can I teach you other moves?"
Xue Lengxiang nodded.
Xia Shang moved his hands and feet under the dim light, and then said: "Maybe it's talent. I have a good memory. Although I don't have a photographic memory, as long as I carefully read and think about things and things, I will be clearer.
The master was in a hurry when he taught the sword moves. He didn’t teach me step by step. He just covered it up from beginning to end in front of me. I can only remember the form and number of each move, but I can’t integrate it into myself. That’s why.
This has resulted in the current situation where I have a move in my mind but am unable to use it."
Xue Lengxiang had never encountered a similar situation and had only a partial understanding of Xia Shang's words.
Xia Shang continued: "Because of this situation, I can't teach you like ordinary people. I say I'm teaching you swordsmanship, but it's actually more suitable to call it letting you understand it on your own. Do you see the stone slab on the ground?"
The topic finally came to the small stone slab on the ground. Xue Lengxiang became interested and nodded.
"The numbers range from one to twenty. Each number is two, one big and one small, which represent the position of your feet respectively. Big left and small right. The position of your feet changes according to the numerical order. This method can be taught to you.
The sword moves with steps."
Xue Lengxiang frowned. It wasn't that he couldn't understand Xia Shang's words, but he had never seen such a way of teaching people to practice martial arts.
"You try standing on it first."
Xue Lengxiang followed the words and walked to the stone slab, then looked at the numbers on the stone slab in the faint light, and then stood on the two "one"s.
Xue Lengxiang tried to take a few steps, but it was not difficult.
Xia Shang looked on and nodded: "Because the situation is quite special, we can only use this method. I split all the eighty-one sword moves into two parts: steps and postures, and learned them separately. The steps are relatively simple, but they must be coherent.
You need more practice to get up. I can give you a rough outline of the posture. You can follow it. After you learn it, you can connect all the postures together. The last step is to combine the posture with the steps, and then you have it.
It’s roughly like the sword moves along the way.”
"Is it just a matter of learning a little bit about what it looks like?"
"I can't teach you the essence and essentials of sword moves because I don't understand them myself. So after you learn the steps and postures, the most important thing is to rely on your own understanding. As long as you are familiar enough with sword moves,
Depending on your talent, it shouldn't be difficult to understand the essence of sword moves."
Xia Shang said it easily, but Xue Lengxiang himself felt that there must be many difficulties in this. The sword master's sword moves are inherently difficult to learn, and there is an unreliable master. Xue Lengxiang is not sure whether he can learn it.
After Xia Shang said this, he yawned: "You can practice by yourself, I'm going to bed."
Xue Lengxiang paused, a little unhappy, feeling that the other party didn't care about this matter.
But now that he is the master, how can the disciple question the master? Thinking about it, he did not speak.
Xia Shang went slowly and quickly disappeared into the snowy night, but he left the last words: "This is the pace of the first move. When I saw you fighting with the thief earlier, I learned the same moves very closely."
, it’s just that the steps under your feet are very messy, practicing according to the steps marked on the stone board will definitely help you.”
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The snow continued to fall, and the snow that had just melted for a few days piled up again.
In the early morning, Miss Fu's maid got up early to clean as usual, but she faintly heard a strange wind sound in the bamboo forest next to her.
It was only nine o'clock now, the genius was bright, and there was no one in the remote courtyard. However, the fourteen-year-old girl had never encountered such a strange thing. Her mind was racing with thoughts and she was so frightened. Finally she slipped into Xia Shang's room and left
Xia Shang was shaken awake and asked in a trembling voice: "Xia Shang, then... there is something moving in the bamboo forest. You... get up and take a look."
Xia Shang had just stayed up all night, and it was such a cold weather. He was deeply sleepy and felt uncomfortable being woken up by someone. If he hadn't thought that the other party was a little girl, Xia Shang would have turned against him. When he was about to say something, he suddenly thought of the possibility.
It's Xue Lengxiang practicing swordsmanship.
"Did this girl practice all night?"
Helpless, Xia Shang had to get dressed.
Xia Shang did not let the little maid follow him into the bamboo forest, because Xia Shang did not want too many people to know about this matter.
As soon as he entered the bamboo forest, Xia Shang felt that there was a chilling energy moving through the gaps between the layers of green bamboos, accompanied by strange wind sounds that appeared and disappeared. No wonder it frightened the little maid.
Not far from entering the bamboo forest, there was no one in sight in a temporary open space opened last night. There were only strange cyclones that rolled back fallen leaves, carrying snow and mist rising from below. The surrounding green bamboos were covered with sword marks, and many bamboos had been lazed.
They were cut off and scattered across other bamboo hills. Some of them from last night were also hanging on the ground. The fire was out and the oil flowed all over the ground.
Seeing this scene, Xia Shang couldn't help but wonder, where did Xue Lengxiang go?
Looking at the cyclone in the small space, Xia Shang thought of something. When he looked up, he saw a shadow hanging upside down in the air. It was dressed in white and looked like a white lotus blooming in the snow, but it was spinning and flying in the air with a sword in its hand.
The shadows flickered, and the direction could not be seen clearly. Some of them were the sound of swords.
At this moment, Xue Lengxiang's sword moves are familiar yet unfamiliar. There are shadows of his own sword skills between the advancement and retreat, but he cannot do it like Xue Lengxiang, tossing and turning in the air as if on the ground, and with the blessing of this vertical and horizontal zhenqi, this time
A sword move in Xue Lengxiang's hands is dozens of times stronger than that in Xia Shang's hands.
Xia Shang was amazed below. The figure above seemed to have noticed the person coming. The sword movement paused, and the person gently returned to the ground like falling snowflakes and came to Xia Shang.
"It seems that you are making rapid progress." Xia Shang said lightly, but he was still very satisfied in his heart. He thought that his decision was not wrong. It would be better for Master Sixth to leave all his hard work in his heart to the girl in front of him.
The other party seemed to be the descendant of a majestic sword master.
Xue Lengxiang practiced all night, but her face didn't match at all. She blushed and didn't seem to feel cold.
"I finally understand now that you are not lying. You really don't know martial arts and don't understand internal strength. Senior Sword Master's sword moves are really too powerful. The subtleties of the first move are...
There are many, but I only comprehended one or two of them and they have such power, which is really unimaginable."
"I said, this first move is not the beginning of the whole set of swordsmanship. The truly powerful moves are still to come. From now on, you will learn swordsmanship here every night, and I will teach you as many swordsmanship skills as possible when I leave.
you."
"Are you leaving? When?" Xue Lengxiang looked very anxious. She didn't know whether it was because she was reluctant to leave the person or the sword. (To be continued)