Ding Meng pondered and said: "According to what you said, Teacher Zhao, the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly. I may face various enemies, and the enemies will also use various weapons. The sword may
It's one of them. If I'm not familiar with swords, the situation will become very dangerous, but if I know more about swordsmanship, then my swordsmanship will inevitably improve..."
There was a hint of admiration in Mr. Zhao's long-gray eyes: "Correct, very correct. As the saying goes, know yourself and the enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. This classmate Ding, your theoretical level is not low. Are you interested in learning classical swordsmanship?"
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Of course he is interested. Ding Meng is now very hungry. As long as it is useful, he wants to learn everything, whether theoretical or practical.
The so-called classical swordsmanship is actually very different from modern swordsmanship. The difference lies in the sword itself. Nowadays, the mainstream cold weapons are alloy blades and shock knives. As the name suggests, these weapons are made of multi-element alloys. They are extremely hard, extremely sharp, and ordinary.
Armor or steel plates can be easily cut. Weapons such as the shock blade have a crystal power device inside. The blade surface can also run at a high speed thousands of times per second, which is equivalent to a laser cutting saw.
To put it bluntly, these weapons do not have high requirements for the user. You only need to pay the sky-high price for them. However, classical swordsmanship is just the opposite. The sword itself is not important. What is important is personal cultivation and the use of the sword.
Understand, know and use, because compared to swords, talents are the most important. No matter how good a weapon is, it needs people to use it. The user determines whether a weapon is garbage or a sharp weapon.
Not only did Ding Meng agree with this theory, but even the villains looked at Mr. Zhao with admiration.
The two of them couldn't stop talking once they started talking. At first, Yu Man next to her could barely understand the general idea. Gradually, she couldn't understand the conversation because the two talked about many examples in actual combat. She felt like
While listening to the Book of Heaven, Ding Meng became more and more excited as he listened:
"Teacher Zhao, according to you, swordsmanship is actually more powerful than fists and kicks?"
Mr. Zhao showed a proud look on his face: "Yes, I have said before that the sword is the best among soldiers. It is a synthesis of many weapons. In fact, all weapons and martial arts achieve the same goal through different paths. It can be summed up in one sentence, speed,
The perfect combination of power and timing.”
Ding Meng said: "Teacher Zhao, can you give me a demonstration?"
"Okay." Mr. Zhao lowered his head and took out two yellow swords from under the podium. They were the most primitive long swords. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be two wooden swords.
"This..." Ding Meng was a little speechless. No matter how limited the teaching resources were, he wouldn't be practicing with wooden swords, right? The school is really stingy, and the unpopular subjects were born from stepmothers. If you want this kind of treatment, you must get it.
"What? Do you look down on wooden swords?" Mr. Zhao's face became serious, and he threw a sword to Ding Meng, "If you really learned the swordsmanship, any sword in your hand will be a sharp weapon."
Ding Meng weighed the sword. It was as light as a feather. He didn't dare to use the source energy yet. If he did, the sword would probably be shattered.
Mr. Zhao beckoned: "Come on, attack me with this sword."
Ding Meng hesitated: "This... Teacher Zhao, will this..."
A smile appeared on Mr. Zhao's lips: "Don't worry, if you can really hit me, I will take you to the advanced training center. I still have a free place. After all, I am also an A-level teacher in our academy."
When he heard the word "free", Ding Meng was overjoyed, and even Yu Man was full of expectations. You must know that the advanced training center within Listing Academy is never open for free. You either have to pay to enter, or you have a special quota from the teacher.
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But expectations were expectations. When he raised his head again, Ding Meng's expression immediately turned serious. Mr. Zhao stood there casually in front of him, holding the hilt of the sword behind his back with his left hand. The blade of the sword was close to his back, and the shape was elegant and free and easy.
To be honest, in a real battle, this posture would be a death pose, but Ding Meng didn't think so. When Mr. Zhao walked into the classroom before, he looked like a crippled old man who was seriously ill. However, once his hands
With the sword, his whole person changed, as if he suddenly had energy and brilliance, and his whole person was full of fighting spirit and vigor. How could he look like a disabled old man?
Even the little bad guy felt this: "Ding Meng, this bad old man is not simple."
Ding Meng took a deep breath: "Teacher Zhao, you have to be careful."
Mr. Zhao laughed: "Worry about yourself."
Ding Meng stopped answering and suddenly stepped forward and swung his sword out. This was the "anti-cut" move he was best at and accustomed to, because he only knew this move.
The sword edge was originally swung towards Mr. Zhao's shoulder, but the wooden sword stopped abruptly in the middle of the cut, because Mr. Zhao's wooden sword had already arrived in front of him, and the tip of the sword was pressed against his throat. If he forced it
If you cut it, the opponent's wooden sword will penetrate his throat first.
Ding Meng was still able to calculate this account, because he also saw clearly that Mr. Zhao's sword struck last, and there was no skill in it, but it was surprisingly fast.
Ding Meng slowly withdrew his sword, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Teacher Zhao, I have learned a lesson."
Mr. Zhao's eyes flashed: "Classmate Ding, you are very good."
This is a real compliment. Ding Meng's sword can brake suddenly and stop in mid-air, which proves that Ding Meng's eyesight is excellent. Another person can't see clearly the direction of the sword. This Ding Meng is very basic.
The foundation.
The little bad guy was also surprised: "This bad old man, is this the realm of martial arts? How many levels is it?"
"You can try again." Mr. Zhao spoke again.
Ding Meng said: "Okay."
As soon as the word "good" came out, the wooden sword flew up again. This time he did not use the reverse cutting move, but the purest straight thrust. The reason is very simple. "Stab" is definitely faster than "cut". There is a straight line between two points.
Shortest.
Moreover, he chose the best time this time. He took action as soon as Mr. Zhao finished speaking, and the other party was likely to be lax in his defense.
However, he was wrong again. Just like before, his sword stopped abruptly halfway again, because Mr. Zhao's sword point pointed at his throat again. The sword was incredibly fast. In the eyes of Yu Man next to him,
She couldn't see clearly at all, she could only see the results.
Seeing Ding Meng withdrawing his sword again, Mr. Zhao solemnly said: "Classmate Ding Meng, you are not my opponent yet. My swordsmanship is at the peak level, but you are not bad either. Your sword speed is at least faster than that of Ding Meng."
The first two stages of the primary realm prove that you have a foundation."
Each major level of martial arts is divided into three small stages, first level, second level, and third level. Only when you reach the third level can you break through. If it is a high-end martial skill, each level of the level is divided into more stages, that is, the further you go, the higher the level.
It gets harder later.
Ding Meng returned the wooden sword to Mr. Zhao and sighed: "Teacher Zhao, how on earth can I achieve as fast as you?"
"It's not enough to just practice hard. You have to pay attention to scientific methods and step by step." Mr. Zhao explained, "Why do I draw the sword quickly? It's because I draw the sword quickly. If you want to draw the sword quickly, the first thing you need to practice is
Draw the sword, but the speed of drawing the sword is due to the control of strength. To control the strength accurately, you must first practice strength. The essence of this can only be understood if you practice repeatedly..."
The little bad guy couldn't help but praise: "The bad old man is so right, the foundation determines everything."
Ding Meng lowered his head thoughtfully: "I understand, thank you Teacher Zhao for your guidance."
Mr. Zhao lowered his head and looked at his wrist instrument: "Haha, an afternoon has passed by without paying attention. Let's call it a day. Classmate Ding Meng, thank you very much for coming to my class."
Ding Meng hurriedly stepped forward, his expression a little unnatural: "Teacher Zhao, can I stay here... practice sword skills? I... I'm in this school, I have nowhere to go."
Mr. Zhao was stunned for a moment, but then he remembered that Ding Meng was not a student of this school: "Haha, Ding Meng is a good student. Others still dislike this place. You can practice well here. If the administrator comes to check, just tell me
You are allowed to practice here."
"Thank you so much, Teacher Zhao." Ding Meng was overjoyed, "I don't know when Teacher Zhao's next class will be. I would like to come and listen."
Mr. Zhao also smiled: "If nothing else, it should be the day after tomorrow. You are welcome to come and study."
