Seeing so many weapons, Chen Dong was naturally very surprised: "Master, how come you carry so many things on your body?"
The sloppy Taoist chuckled: "I practice even if I have nothing to do. Of course I have to bring so many things."
"Master, do you know how to use these weapons?"
"Of course, you can choose whatever you want, there is nothing that Master can't do."
The sloppy Taoist said proudly.
Chen Dong looked at the various guys and said, "Master, do you have so much time to practice?"
"To be honest, your master and I are extremely talented. We are the kind of super masters who can become very powerful without much effort! The days are too long and too boring, so I just practice with various guys!"
The sloppy Taoist became more and more proud, obviously very proud.
Chen Dong thought to himself: "This master is really stinky."
Of course, he was still flattering: "Wow, Master is so awesome. I am so lucky to be your disciple."
After looking around, Chen Dong picked up an ax and said, "That's what I'm going to practice!"
This ax is heavy in my hand. I don't know what kind of material it is made of. It weighs at least twenty or thirty pounds. I guess it must be quite powerful.
No matter who you are fighting against, hit him with one ax, how majestic and domineering!
But the sloppy Taoist shook his head: "This won't work. It's not convenient to carry! Think about it, where do you put it? You can only insert it in your waist. If you accidentally chop yourself..."
Chen Dong shivered and had no choice but to look at the other weapons.
But after choosing several, including knives and forks, the sloppy Taoist was still dissatisfied. He kept shaking his head and saying that this one doesn't work, that one doesn't work, because it's either not powerful enough or it's inconvenient to carry.
Chen Dong asked doubtfully: "Then which one should I choose?"
"Choose a sword!" The sloppy Taoist sighed, seemingly dissatisfied with Chen Dong's choice: "The sword is the ancestor of all weapons. Not only can the tip of the sword hit people, but the sides of the sword can also hurt, cut, and stab.
It can be intercepted and blocked, it can be called a powerful weapon for self-defense and killing enemies while walking at home!"
Chen Dong said speechlessly: "Then you can just let me choose the sword. Why do you let me choose?"
"I want to see your choice so that I can see your understanding. Your junior brother chose a sword from the beginning..."
Chen Dong thought to himself, the master really never left his younger brother. It seemed that he really loved this talented young apprentice.
Chen Dong said: "Does this show understanding? I have never come into contact with this thing, how do I know the advantages and disadvantages of these weapons? I don't believe that my junior brother can say from the beginning that 'the sword is the ancestor of all weapons, but
It can be cut, stabbed, cut or blocked."
The sloppy Taoist nodded and said, "He didn't say that. He just said that he looked handsome with his sword."
"Isn't this right!"
Chen Dong tipped his toes - his kung fu on his feet was already quite impressive - and with a slight tap, the sword flew up.
Chen Dong grabbed it in his hand and stabbed it casually a few times, feeling light and light.
It's not as domineering as an ax, nor as sharp as a steel knife. It's all black and seems to be rusty. This ancestor of hundreds of weapons is obviously a bit ordinary.
"This sword is called the Wu Wang Sword." The sloppy Taoist introduced: "It's something from the Warring States Period. At that time, a meteor fell to the ground and burned more than fifty miles of land. That night, Gan Jiang, Mo Xie and his wife retrieved the meteor and cast it into two swords.
, a sword of the King of Wu, a sword of the King of Yue, this one is the sword of the King of Wu. Even though it is something from thousands of years ago, it is as sharp as iron and mud!"
Of course Chen Dong had heard the story of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, as well as the legend of Wu Wangjian and Yue Wangjian. Legend has it that in order to forge this sword, Gan Jiang Mo Xie sacrificed his body to the sword, threw himself into the furnace, and turned his body into a sword.
But this is just a legend, how could it be true?
Even if it is true, it is impossible to keep it until now, let alone pass it into Chen Dong's hands!
Therefore, this cannot be the legendary sword of King Wu. At most, it just has the same name.
In short, Chen Dong really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought that although his master was very powerful in martial arts, his kung fu was also really good, and even Mo Xie could take it seriously.
Chen Dong didn't want to compete with the sloppy Taoist. He said that Wu Wangjian was Wu Wangjian, as long as it could kill the enemy.
Chen Dong picked up the Wu Wang Sword and looked at the rust on the sword. He thought to himself, is this thing really as sharp as iron?
At that moment, he swung his sword and chopped off a random tree.
There was a "click" sound, and the sword passed across the trunk of the tree, but the tree was still standing upright and did not fall at all.
Good...fast...
Chen Dong's mouth opened wide. It was indeed the first time he saw such a sharp sword.
To be honest, he somewhat believed that this was the sword of King Wu left by Gan Jiang Mo Xie and his wife...
The sloppy Taoist didn't take it seriously, and still said calmly: "This is one of my most proud treasures, and I will give it to you now!"
Chen Dong asked casually: "What sword does my junior brother have?"
"He? He took the Yue King Sword."
"oh……"
Chen Dong swung the King of Wu Sword twice more, thinking that if this was really left behind by General Mo Xie, then these two swords were also called male and female swords back then. I don’t know which of our two swords is the female and which is the male.
.
However, Chen Dong quickly overturned this idea. After all, the story of General Mo Xie may not be true, and the sword cannot be real. How can there be any distinction between male and female?
As long as the sword is a precious sword.
As for what legend is given by future generations, it doesn't matter.
"Master, this long sword is not easy to carry. Does it have to be tied behind your back?"
As Chen Dong spoke, he made gestures on his back.
This sword doesn't have a scabbard either, so it can't be hung around the waist like the young master in martial arts movies.
"No need to bother."
The sloppy Taoist took the King Wu's Sword, and with a sudden flick of his wrist, the originally hard sword suddenly became as soft as mud, and the whole body collapsed.
"This is..." Chen Dong was stunned.
"I usually wear it like this."
The sloppy Taoist tied the "soft" Wu Wang Sword around Chen Dong's waist, and it turned into a belt, with the hilt being the belt buckle.
So magical!
Chen Dong was extremely surprised and quickly asked the sloppy Taoist for the secret.
The sloppy Taoist taught Chen Dong how to operate it. It turned out that the Wu Wang Sword was really ingenious. There was a mechanism hidden in the sword body. It was similar to the principle of the nine-section whip, with each section stuck together.
With a gentle shake with extremely delicate force, these tabs will automatically fall off and become a "soft" belt-like shape.
If they shake again, they will stick together again and become the hard King Wu Sword.
Of course, this strength needs to be used exactly, otherwise it can fall off or close with a flick. It would be embarrassing if it suddenly falls off during a fight, or if you take off your belt when going to the toilet, it will directly turn into a long sword.
Stabbed the person next to him to death.
Chen Dong thought to himself that such an exquisite mechanism buckle could never be something from thousands of years ago. It could only be a hundred years old at most. It couldn't be the real King Wu Sword anyway.
But again, it doesn’t matter.
As long as the sword is a good sword.
Chen Dong practiced it more than ten times in a row before he mastered the trick.
Chen Dong thinks this is very interesting. It is not only easy to carry, but also cuts iron like clay. It is indeed a treasure.
This master knows the true value.
Next, the sloppy Taoist taught Chen Dong a set of sword techniques.
The sword technique is called Yuhua Sword Technique, and there are twenty-four moves in total.
Even though he doesn't have many moves, he has a refined sword and the essence of his moves.
If you take action, you will hurt someone, and if you hurt someone, you will lose your life!
Of course, having said that, weapons are definitely much harder to practice than fists and feet.
The fists and feet are grown on one's body and are used all the time. It can be said that one can send and receive them freely and hit wherever one points.
Weapons are different. There is suddenly an extra thing in your hand. It will definitely not be easy to train it to be as flexible as your hands and feet.
Just for the first move of Yuhua Sword Technique, "Spring Breeze Turns into Rain", Chen Dong had to practice for half an hour but still didn't master the trick.
The sloppy Taoist chuckled and said, "Practice slowly. It will take you at least half a year to fully master this set of swordsmanship. Don't be too slow. Others may not be able to master the same set of swordsmanship for several years!"
Chen Dong nodded and said, "Master, I will definitely practice more frequently."
Then, he began to practice the trick of "Spring Breeze Turning into Rain" again.
The spring breeze turns into rain, which means that one second it is friendly to people and makes people relax their vigilance, which means spring breeze; but the next second it suddenly breaks out and hurts people, looking fierce, which means it turns into rain.
This move is indeed quite difficult. Not only does the sword move need to be sharp, but also the expression management must be in place to achieve the goal of "spring breeze turning into rain".
Therefore, Chen Dong had to laugh first and then be fierce while practicing swordplay, which was really difficult.
Chen Dong said while practicing: "Master, then you have to go for another half a year this time?"
The sloppy Taoist nodded and said: "Yes, after half a year, you should be proficient in this set of swordsmanship, and your realm should reach the peak of a warrior. By then, I will teach you a set of internal skills and mental skills, and you will be able to practice it seriously.
It’s time to practice your internal strength.”
Thinking that one day he could tap people's acupuncture points, fly flowers, pick leaves, and hurt people, Chen Dong suddenly became energetic and worked harder to practice his sword.
Watching Chen Dong practicing his sword, the sloppy Taoist suddenly touched his belly and said, "You practice first, and I'll go inside and relieve the big hand."
The sloppy Taoist walked dozens of meters deeper into the dense forest and disappeared into a bush.
After a while, there was a "crackling" sound. It seemed that the sloppy Taoist had a bad stomach.
Although Chen Dong didn't smell the smell, he couldn't stand the sound, so he walked a few steps outside and continued to practice his sword, with the same spring breeze and rain move.
It was at this moment that footsteps and voices suddenly came from outside the dense forest.
"Master, Chen Dahong is locked up here. Did you see the newly patched red bricks on the wall? That's where he came out at that time. I should be able to break the wall with a few punches, but like him, he can completely break it."
When someone breaks out, the disciple asks himself: How can I do it..."
Chen Dong was startled and thought, wasn't this Xiong Yaowen's voice?
What is this guy doing again?
Chen Dong had a keen eye and took a few steps closer, hiding behind a big tree and looking out.
I saw two people walking on the road opposite the detention room. One of them was tall and strong, with a full beard. Isn't it Xiong Yaowen?
As for the other person, he was wearing a yellow monk's robe and had a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. He had a sparse hair on his head, which looked like a bald head but not a bald head. I didn't know who he was.
But hearing Xiong Yaowen call him master, Chen Dong remembered Song Qiao's story about Xiong Yaowen studying under his master.
Chen Dong thought to himself: "So that's Master Yuankong, I wonder what they are here for?"
The visitors were indeed Xiong Yaowen and Yuankong.
Just listen to Yuan Kong say in a cold voice: "It's just that he is born with some magical powers. Let's see how I can deal with him soon!"
Xiong Yaowen said with some excitement: "I have already prepared everything inside. Master can go in at any time. However, don't beat him to death, just teach him a lesson."
"Why?"
"Hey, they didn't beat me to death, so don't beat them to death either!"
"Humph, you are quite heartless."
"Master, I am not kind-hearted. I repay grievances with grievances and repay kindness with kindness. Whatever he beat me to, I will beat him to the same thing!"