"Feng'er, why are you looking like this? Who bullied you?"
Ning Zhong looked at Chen Feng's expression and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Um...Master Wife, look at me. I look so cute and have a simple personality. Physically, I'm also relatively thin, so I'm very unsafe outside."
Chen Feng quickly rolled his bright black eyes, trying hard to organize words in his little brain.
"Isn't there an old saying that says boys should protect themselves outside, right?"
"so what?"
"So...I want that sword."
"..."
After Chen Feng finally said what he meant, Ning Zhongze stopped talking, put down the embroidery in his hand and looked at Chen Feng calmly.
Just when Chen Feng was about to be unable to withstand the pressure of this gaze, Ning Zhong sighed and took away the embroidery on the table.
A delicate little sword is lying quietly on the table.
"Yeah!" Chen Feng's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw this little sword.
"This...is this my sword?"
Chen Feng rubbed his hands, his face full of desire.
"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you. Looking at you, I guess the Huashan Sect won't be able to calm down if I don't give it to you this time."
Ning Zhong rolled his eyes at Chen Feng and threw the small sword to him.
"Your master asked a famous swordsmith to make this sword for you. It is extremely sharp. You must be particularly careful when using it. Do you understand?"
"I know, I know, thank you, Mistress."
As soon as Chen Feng touched the sword, he couldn't put it down. The sword was about 1.6 feet long, which was not very suitable for Chen Feng's current height.
The hilt of this sword is wrapped with a cord made of a material that Chen Feng couldn't name. It feels slightly soft in my hand and is very comfortable to hold. Most importantly, it doesn't feel slippery.
"Qiang!" The sword was unsheathed, and its blade was resolute but not straight. The sharp tip still gave off a faint cold light in the sun.
"Good sword." Chen Feng gently stroked the blade of the sword and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was enjoying it very much.
"Your master has given him a name for this sword. The name of the sword is "Chen Feng". It is dusty and sharp. Its name has the same pronunciation as your name. The origin of this name is that you want to cover it up with dust. The implication of the edge of the sword is that I hope you don’t show off your sharp edge. When doing things outside, sometimes you have to learn to be restrained and low-key. If you are too strong, it will be easy to break. Do you understand?”
Ning Zhongze touched Chen Feng's head. She knew that her young apprentice Chen Feng was very smart and he could understand what she said. This was what made Ning Zhongze and Yue Buqun feel at ease about him.
"Yes, Master, I understand, disciple, Chen Feng...is a good name."
Chen Feng naturally knows that being too strong is easy to break. When dealing with people, one should pay attention to a degree. It is not a good thing to be too strong or too soft. Only when you advance and retreat in a right way can you have a great plan.
"Hehehe, Master Wife, please continue your work, I'll go practice sword practice first."
Chen Feng was very happy in his heart, even happier than the super ghost Yasuo. He really didn't expect that he could get the sword so easily. He was pleasantly surprised.
Holding the sword, Chen Feng ran to Si Guo Cliff again, looked at the sword and giggled.
He pulled out the sword, admired it for a while, then forcibly withdrew his gaze, calmed down, and continued practicing his sword. The sword was a good sword, but if he didn't have the strength, it would just be wasted in his hands.
However, just when Chen Feng was about to prepare to practice basic swordsmanship, he suddenly thought of something. He looked at the scabbard that he had thrown aside. His drawing speed seemed to be too slow. If he really encountered a surprise attack,
Such as this, you may be too late to draw the sword, or draw the sword in a hurry and accidentally hurt yourself.
Thinking of this, Chen Feng's expression changed. He drew his sword and took some time to practice. At least he could draw the sword in a hurry without hurting himself.
...
A month later, on the edge of the cliff near Siguo Cliff, Chen Feng frowned and practiced basic sword skills, but he didn't know why, but he always felt like there was a blockage in his heart.
It seems that no matter how hard I practice, I can't make any progress in this basic swordsmanship.
Chen Feng put away his sword. He could vaguely guess that he might have encountered the kind of bottleneck in the novel.
This kind of mediocre sword practice can no longer make you go further. Next, you need to use actual combat to integrate basic sword skills into your own instincts.
In fact, this thing is easy to explain. It’s like learning to drive. Will you learn to drive just by learning theoretical knowledge? It’s completely impossible. After learning theoretical knowledge, you have to actually touch the car and operate the car before you can truly learn to drive.
.
It seems that we must find a way to experience some actual combat.
Holding the Chenfeng Sword in his arms, Chen Feng sat on the edge of the cliff, with the breeze blowing across his cheeks and looking into the distance with sad eyes.
For a moment, Chen Feng felt that he had a sense of accomplishment. Others at his age might still hide in their mother's arms and play in the mud, but he was already thinking about how to fight the beast.
He... is really awesome!
At the same time, Chen Feng also wanted to understand why girls in this world are so attracted to them. Excellent men will always attract women’s attention. No! No, it’s outstanding boys!
After a long time, Chen Feng stood up and patted his butt.
He glanced at the Chen Feng in his hand. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the teacher's wife was right. He should keep a low profile. Wouldn't it be better to complete the task and then go back in style? I can't attract the attention of girls anymore, woman! It will only affect my appearance.
The speed of the sword.
At noon, after lunch, Chen Feng secretly left the Huashan sect. Looking at the quiet mountain forest outside the Huashan sect, Chen Feng's body trembled. He didn't know why. Looking at the entrance of the mountain forest, Chen Feng's original world emerged.
There are legends about the deep mountains and old forests.
Each one is scarier than the other.
Many movies are also about the protagonist and his friends seeking death. He felt that he was not afraid of anything, so he teamed up to go on an adventure in the deep mountains and old forests. As a result, all of them were played to death by the "cuties" inside.
Is this considered seeking death now? What if...
Bah! In those movies, the protagonists go to the mountains and forests in the middle of the night to play. I went in during the day and must be back before night. Nothing will happen...
Chen Feng tightened his grip on Chen Feng. A true swordsman dares to face the bleak life and the dripping blood.
After cheering himself up, Chen Feng walked into the forest with a forward-moving momentum.
Maybe he could secretly go down the mountain to practice and find other people to fight, but what if he encounters some masters with evil intentions while going down the mountain to practice? With his own strength, he can't be killed by those masters with a sword.
But if you encounter something like a wild beast, you can't defeat it. You should be able to escape with your own IQ, so it's not a big problem.
But...when Chen Feng spent an entire afternoon looking for the shadow of a squirrel to practice with but couldn't find it, Chen Feng was confused.