Chapter 340: Dead grandson, stupid grandson, stupid grandson
The books that Stargazing brought seemed like they were picked up randomly in the library. In fact, this was not the case. Although these books were various and uneven, there were almost fifty books in total, and most of them were
They come from different sects, including swordsmanship and swordsmanship, boxing skills and palm power.
But these books have one very obvious thing in common, that is, these books are all techniques used by junior disciples of various sects to practice Kungfu for the first time. Guanxing deliberately selected these cheating secret books that can be bought casually on the street.
Going up the mountain and showing it to my grandson actually had an ulterior motive.
If people in the world see these secret books, they will definitely disapprove. After all, these books are indeed inconspicuous, but has anyone ever thought about why these books are chosen by various sects as the most elementary cultivation methods?
Because these books simply simplify the moves in them. They may not seem as powerful as other moves, but they are easier to understand. This is why Star Gazer chose these books. How powerful can the top disciple of a sect be in the end?
Achievements, in fact, this gang’s opening skills play a very important role
It plays a very crucial role. To put it simply, if the foundation laid by the Kung Fu of opening the door is solid, then the disciple’s future cultivation path will be faster than others.
If you bite off more than you can chew, you will end up in an embarrassing situation where the foundation is unstable.
Qi Qingguan’s Tiangang Boxing is actually the best example. Tiangang Boxing was originally an extremely domineering boxing technique, but the ancestor of Qi Qingguan in the group simplified it and turned it into Qi Qingguan’s opening boxing technique. If not
When I met Qi Dang, Dao Qi was such a serious person at that time. I guess he wanted to do it in Baidu
It may take some effort to discover the secrets of this set of boxing techniques within a year, but it has to be said that no matter which sect chooses to open the door, it is not a random choice. Even some small sects may
This aspect is also a bit more careful than those of the big sects.
The qualifications of disciples are of course important, but because small sects often do not receive talents with qualifications that are different from ordinary people, they can only put more effort into preaching and gaining karma.
It is impossible for his grandson to learn these secrets that Guanxing brought in such a short time. Although they are all simple moves, they cannot stand up to the variety of categories, so Guanxing just wants his grandson to learn these skills in a simple way.
If you happen to be able to understand everything, learn from the strengths of others, and pick out one or two tricks from each secret book that are suitable for Sun Tzu, that would be the best.
Practicing martial arts is the same as playing chess. What is important is a comprehensive understanding. If an average chess player wants to improve his chess skills based on this chess record, he will not achieve much in his life. But if he can
If you often play chess with others and often win or lose with others on the chessboard, then you will find that the routines learned by this chess player are far more than the chess records and more than your own speculation. Why is it said that the more you play chess with the stinky chess basket, the more stinky it becomes?
This principle.
I have seen a lot of chess routines. As long as the opponent makes a move, I can guess the position of the second move in my mind. With his ever-changing magical power, I already know everything.
If Sun Tzu can understand these secrets, he will be able to understand other people's moves even if he has never learned a single move. Even if it is the simplest move now, complex moves often start from this simple one.
It evolved from the moves.
Naturally, Sun Tzu couldn't see the good intentions of Stargazing. He squatted beside the pile of secret books, his eyes filled with sadness. He didn't know when he would be able to understand and learn the martial arts above. Thinking about what he had done in Wushuang Valley,
One day, when it was time to practice calligraphy and read a book, the young man had one head and two big heads. This time he finally ran out of the Wushuang Valley and put it aside.
After having lost all the masters who taught him calligraphy and painting, now he met Guanxing, a more strict one. Guanxing was no better than the other masters, and the other masters might have hindered the young man from being the young master of Wushuang Valley.
He seems to be a bit relaxed, but Stargazing has no mercy at all. He will hit him with his hand and scold him when he opens his mouth. It doesn’t matter whether he is Wushuanggu or not.
"Starting from tomorrow, you can read one of these books every day. If you encounter something you don't understand, you can ask me. You are not allowed to fool me. You don't have to remember it, but you can't stop reading it. Do you understand?"
Stargazing looked at the young man and said loudly.
"I got it." The young man nodded helplessly, reached out and picked up a secret book, and briefly flipped through a few pages. Even the simplest secret book, the young man still couldn't understand. In the end, he had no choice but to give up and jumped onto the bed with a thump.
Stargazing turned his head to look at the boy, frowned and asked, "Do you want to sleep?"
"Yeah, I've been busy all day and I'm exhausted." The young man replied with his eyes closed.
"Then you go down and sleep." Guanxing pointed at the ground.
"Ah?" The young man suddenly opened his eyes.
"Ah, what, you are a boy and I am a girl, how can we sleep in the same bed?" Guanxing shouted with his mouth raised.
"But it's impossible to sleep on the ground when it's so wet." It's not that the young man doesn't want to go down, after all, he is the same everywhere, but there is no quilt or pillow on the ground, and maybe because of the mountain, the ground looks like
It looked like water was leaking out, and it was not a place to sleep at all. Even the street was much better than this ground.
"What's wrong with the humidity? How can a grown boy be so squeamish? If you dislike this place, then go to the cowshed outside to sleep with Dangdang." Guanxing shouted in an extremely arrogant tone.
"Isn't it damp in the bullpen?" The young man said with a serious expression.
"Of course it's not damp. There is straw in the cowshed, specially prepared for Dangdang." Guanxing replied, but he was very helpless in his heart. Is this grandson really stupid? Is it possible that he really wants to go to the cowshed?
Is it not allowed to sleep in the shed?
Just as Stargazing gathered together, the young man reached out and took a pillow from the bed, and then ran towards the cowshed outside the house.
"Are you really going?" Guanxing sat on the bed and shouted when he saw the boy about to leave.
"Yes, men and women are not intimate, so I can't live in the same house with you. The ground is too wet, so I can only live in the cowshed." The young man nodded in reply, picked up the pillow and walked out of the thatched house.
Guanxing was sitting alone on the bed, very angry. He looked at his grandson at the door, gritted his teeth and cursed: "This dead grandson, stupid grandson, stupid grandson!"
Naturally, the young man could hear these insults, but he still did not look back, and walked resolutely to the cowshed next to the hut. When Dangdang saw the young man in the cowshed, he did not get up, but gave the young man some sympathy.