Bai Wuya swiped his pen and wrote down two pieces of text. The words on the two pieces of writing are exactly the same, not only the structure is the same, but the strokes are also the same.
"The dragon and the tiger are crouching."
The two characters are all these four.
"Which one is better?" Bai Wuya held up the two words at the same time.
"The one on the right is good." Pointing to the handwriting on the right, Xiang Nan said, "I can't say why, but I just think the words on the right are 'live', while the words on the left are 'dead'."
Bai Wuya nodded, and said: "Because of the characters on the left, I wrote tigers for the sake of tigers, and dragons for the sake of dragons."
"The words on the right, I wrote for the purpose of writing 'Dragon, Pan and Tiger'."
"It's like a martial art move." Bai Wuya made three strikes in a row, and said, "Whether it's an active attack or a passive defense, it's like writing, it's written stroke by stroke. "
"What you want to accomplish is just this one character. You have piled up a character with strokes."
"Only when you hide a complete picture scroll in your heart, when you write, you don't move towards a single word, but work hard towards the whole picture."
Bai Wuya made three more moves against the air, saying: "What is the purpose of these three moves? Just to make moves?"
"When you are fighting, if you only perform moves based on your own reaction and the enemy's attack, then your moves will be rote and boring."
"Characters are two-dimensional, but Wu is three-dimensional. Words have rhymes, and Wu also has the rhyme of Wu."
"A battle without charm is 'dead', and a battle with charm is 'alive'."
"Come."
Xiang Nan was taught humbly, and stepped forward to fight with Bai Wuya. While the two were fighting, Bai Wuya pointed out Xiang Nan.
Bai Wuya said: "I'll give you a goal, within five moves, force me to jump up."
Xiang Nan nodded excitedly, and immediately made three consecutive attacks on Bai Wuya, but they failed to reach the target. In the last two moves, Xiang Nan tried every means to force Bai Wuya to take off, but ultimately failed.
"Now, within three moves, I will force you to jump up." Bai Wuya smiled slightly, and slammed towards Xiang Nan.
Faced with this move, Xiang Nan had only two ways to counteract it. The first is to hit him head-on, the second is to dodge, or dodge first and then push him on Bai Wuya's shoulder.
But no matter how you fight, there are only two prerequisites, head-to-head, and dodge.
Xiang Nan found that Bai Wuya bumped into him first, and if he bumped later, he would not have time to finish the bumping posture, so he could only move sideways to dodge.
But when Xiang Nan moved his legs sideways, one of his legs had already left the ground, and that Bai Wuya suddenly lowered his body and swept towards Xiang Nan down the road, Xiang Nan was startled and jumped up naturally.
"Ah!" After Xiang Nan landed, his heart skipped a beat and he said, "I lost."
Bai Wuya said with a smile: "Calligraphy has rhymes, and chess also has flag rhymes."
With a wave of his hand, he used his vitality to line up a chessboard in the air, covered with black and white pieces.
Bai Wuya picked up a sunspot with two fingers, and said: "Every sunspot I drop is not just for this move, but for the whole chess game, because I am laying out the layout."
"Maybe this trick seems meaningless now, and it is easy to crack, but if you take a few more steps? You will find that you have fallen into my game without knowing it, and even your own thoughts, They have all become one of my pawns."
"Ah! I understand!" Xiang Nan woke up suddenly.
It turns out that calligraphy, chess games, and fighting seem to be different, but in fact the principles are the same.
Warriors fight, compare moves, skilled moves are greater than unfamiliar moves, skills are greater than proficiency, subtlety is greater than skill, and charm is greater than subtlety.
"Come on." Bai Wuya waved his hand and made a "please" gesture.
Xiang Nan immediately went up to him and fought with Bai Wuya. From this time on, Xiang Nan's fight was not just for the current move, but for his big goal.
This big goal cannot be foolishly characterized as "beating the opponent", but should be more accurate, such as hitting the opponent's temple with a punch.
Hitting the temple directly is easy to be deciphered. After all, people only have hands and feet, and no matter how flexible the moves are, they cannot jump out of the framework of hands and feet.
But what if every move is a preparation for the next move, and the next move is to hit the enemy's temple in preparation
"Okay!" Bai Wuya's eyes became brighter as he fought, "Although your charm is still relatively superficial, you already understand it."
"Ha! Senior, my moves are alive! I really feel it." Xiang Nan was very happy.
That Bai Wuya took two steps back with a smile and said, "Please go up."
Xiang Nan was taken aback, and said, "But... But I haven't defeated Senior yet."
Bai Wuya smiled and said: "The significance of Wuta is to teach, not to block."
"Wu Zhiyun needs precipitation. Is it possible that I really want to trap you here for decades, waiting for your Wu Yun to surpass mine? How about going to the vast world, where your bigger picture will be."
Xiang Nan was moved in his heart, and bowed deeply to Bai Wuya, this time he bowed to the ground.
"What is a Martial Dao Grandmaster! Grass!" Yuan Meng raised his thumb and said, "Today I finally understand that this is the real Martial Dao Grandmaster!"
"That's what you said, but you should be a little more careful with your words." Mengdie glared at Yuan Meng.
"Oh." Yuan Meng scratched his head and smiled foolishly: "I'm used to it, sorry, sorry."
What kind of demeanor should a true master possess? Could it be that just being powerful can be regarded as a master
Bai Wuya not only taught Xiang Nan's martial arts skills, but also his Dao Xin.
At the beginning, the martial artists who watched were envious of Xiang Nan, and felt that Xiang Nan was lucky to be able to obtain a higher level of martial arts.
Until now, everyone is convinced! If they were asked to replace Xiang Nan, they would definitely not be able to do Xiang Nan's step.
"It's time to go to the last floor." Xiang Nan took a deep breath and couldn't wait to pull Mengdie up.
But now his eagerness is not only because of his desire for high-grade martial arts, because the martial arts taught to him by Bai Wuya are more precious than the martial arts themselves.
The twelfth floor of Wuta.
It was still Bai Wuya standing there quietly, with a humble and kind smile on his face all the time, not proud of his special status.
Xiang Nan clasped his fists at Bai Wuya and said, "Senior, this junior is here to ask for advice again."
That Bai Wuya said with a smile: "So, very good."
"About the Dao of Martial Arts, I have already taught you everything that can be taught. You just need to be flexible and apply it to your martial arts."
"And at this level, I don't test your martial arts, but your Dao heart."
With his hands behind his back, Bai Wuya said, "A heart that perseveres in martial arts is like the source of a river."
"If the water source is cut off, even though the river is brave, it will eventually dry up."
"Senior, please advise." Xiang Nan said respectfully.
"If you pass this level." Mengdie grabbed Yuan Meng's arm and said excitedly: "Then my good brother can get a copy, a high-level martial art of heaven!"
"Tianpin high-level..." Yuan Meng was also fascinated, and said: "Tianpin martial arts are already very rare, and high-level martial arts are even rarer."