Shao Jinming practiced like this for three days. From the beginning, he felt like facing a big enemy. In the end, although he was not very comfortable, he had already consciously understood the intention of the big brother, and went to Mo Chen to express his thanks.
"Thank you, brother Xie, for your guidance. I have already realized something."
Mo Chen asked him: "What did you understand?"
He didn't expect Shao Jinming to comprehend it so quickly. After all, this junior brother Shao was lacking in comprehension than others, but he was also one of the best in the sect in terms of hard work.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior brother. I usually compete with others. Everyone is from the same sect, and the moves are the same. Whoever comes and goes knows exactly what moves. There is no mistake in dismantling moves with closed eyes. The swordsmanship practiced in this way can What is the future? Eldest brother told me to practice swords in the snow, what a coup. No matter whether I open or close my eyes, the cold light of snowflakes flashes in front of my eyes, like countless sword tips attacking me together, there is nowhere to come from The tricks are even more unpredictable, just like an opponent whose moves are ever-changing and unpredictable... "
Shao Jinming usually didn't talk so much, but today he was very excited, and he seemed to be eloquent.
Mo Chen had no expression on his face, what was he thinking... only he knew.
screwed up.
He asked Shao Jinming to practice swords in the snow, not to let him hold snow flakes as an opponent, but to hope that he could understand the artistic conception of "piaoxue has no roots at all, scattered and scattered dances". Shao Jinming's swordsmanship is rigid and rigid, and he doesn't know how to adapt it at all. He can learn sword moves, but he can't learn sword intent. If he can be more flexible and relaxed, it will be of great benefit to him.
As a result, Shao Jinming got it all wrong.
Mo Chen really didn't know what to say, seeing how happy he was, he couldn't just say "you made a mistake" and hit him right now.
Mo Chen simply grabbed the sword: "Go, practice outside, I'll see what you realize."
Shao Jinming was in high spirits, and it was a great honor for the elder brother to practice moves with him, so he quickly agreed.
Xiaodong grabbed his hat and put it on his head, then hurriedly ran out.
It was snowing outside, and he was afraid of getting his hair wet. The hat that the elder brother bought for him is light and soft, and it doesn't get snowdrops, so it's perfect to wear on snowy days.
The elder brother wants to give advice to Shao Jinming, and everyone who knows the news should come and see. Shao Jinming first cupped his hands and said, "I beg for your advice, senior brother."
Mo Chen's sword was not out of its sheath, he nodded and said, "Let's make a move."
Xiaodong was engrossed in watching.
Everyone is from the same school, and they all learn the same swordsmanship, but just like literati writing, everyone's handwriting will not be the same as others, even if they practice according to the same handbook, what they write is still the same. Each is different.
This is even more so with swordsmanship.
Brother Shao was wearing a dark robe, and when he moved, he looked like a hawk with its wings spread. His swordsmanship is also fierce and mighty.
But Big Brother is completely different.
No matter how fierce Shao Jinming's offensive was, the eldest brother seemed calm and unhurried, with a calm demeanor and fluttering sleeves, like a dancing white crane. He never drew out his sword, only faced him with the scabbard. Naturally, the fight between the brothers was not a life-and-death fight, but Shao Jinming was very serious, sweat dripped and splashed, and a steaming white mist appeared on his head.
Dozens of moves passed in a blink of an eye, Mo Chen put away his sword and stood up, smiling slightly.
Shao Jinming almost lost his posture, almost bumped his head against the courtyard wall, and forced himself to stand still, but his body almost stumbled. He bowed to Mo Chen: "Thank you, big brother... Big brother, do you see how effective I have been practicing in the past few days?"
Mo Chen nodded and said: "It is indeed effective. Although it is different from what I thought at the beginning, this path is very suitable for you."
Shao Jinming was overjoyed.
He didn't expect the difference in what his senior brother said was different, and he felt that he hadn't fulfilled his senior brother's expectations, so he immediately promised: "Beifu City has a long winter, and I will definitely practice swords hard in the future. Brother is disappointed."
Others couldn't see it, but Li Fulin and Ji Zhenren, who were standing in the corridor far away, could see it clearly.
What Mo Chen said "is different" is a polite and implicit way of saying it. If you really want to say it, how can it be different? This is quite different.
Shao Jinming didn't understand the truth that Mo Chen wanted him to understand from Flying Snow, but he used snow as his enemy in Flying Snow, and his swordsmanship really improved a lot.
How should this be said? Some people are like this, they have been tight all their lives, no matter what they do, they use too much force. It is very difficult for such a person to let go. Shao Jinming did not relax as Mo Chen wished, but he became stronger when he met the strong, and his swordsmanship made great progress, and even his own sword intent was vaguely touched a little bit.
Ji Zheng thought for a while and said, "I remember that there used to be a man with a very fast sword, and his surname seems to be Zhou?"
Li Fulin said: "You should be talking about the crazy swordsman Zhou Qingji. His swordsmanship is like a storm, and he doesn't leave room for others once he strikes."
Don't leave room for yourself.
This man died very young, but he was famous when he was alive.
Li Fulin understood why Ji Zheng thought of this person.
Shao Jinming's swordsmanship just now has a bit of the shadow of the crazy swordsman back then.
It doesn't mean that he has mastered swordsmanship like a mad swordsman, nor does it mean that he... Well, in short, the path Shao Jinming chose for himself is indeed the most suitable for him.
The others were also very happy for Shao Jinming. They gathered around and chatted, asking questions about Shao Jinming and Mo Chen's moves, footwork, and why they responded in such a way.
After this happy event happened, Li Fulin was happy to take out the spirit wine he brewed himself, and everyone shared a glass.
Holding the cup, Xiaodong took a small sip.
The spirit wine is sweet and mellow, with a clear mouthfeel but a lingering aftertaste. The difference from ordinary wine is that when spirit wine enters the throat, one feels a warm breath spreading from the belly, and the whole body seems to heat up.
Xiaodong only drank one-third of the cup, and Li Fulin didn't dare to let him drink the rest, fearing that his cultivation level would not be able to bear it, so Mo Chen put it away for him.
Shao Jinming's face is full of red today, and he is happy to see everyone.
In such a happy environment, Tong Hao, who was alone and gloomy, seemed even more out of place.
Li Fulin glanced at him.
There was really nothing he could do about this disciple.
Kungfu can be taught, and truths can be said, but it is difficult to change a person's thinking and temperament.
If Tong Hao has been so obsessed with obsession, Li Fulin has no choice but to send him away.
It is said that people start schools, and there are more and more people. But back to Liushan... In the past two years, people have left one after another. Seeing that there are fewer and fewer people.
He didn't seek to make the sect powerful, no matter how powerful it was, could it surpass the Danyang Immortal Sect back then? It's not that he has never seen what kind of big sect is.
He just wanted to pass on the sword technique and teach a few good seedlings...
It was said that there were few people, but the old man Wu brought people here the next day.
He brought two children with him. One looked about eight or nine years old, and the other was younger, about five years old.
Presumably these are the two grandchildren of his family.
As a result, when Old Man Wu opened his mouth to speak, he knew it wasn't true.
The older one is the grandson of the Wu family, while the younger one is a child of a relative's family. He has no relatives and is being fostered by the Wu family.
Uncle Wu explained: "The small family really can't bear it, and they are too pampered. I'm afraid it's not that kind of material."
very strange.
Don't most families leave their eldest son to inherit the family business? The second son and the youngest son will get far less property than the elder brother in the future, so they usually go out to learn a craft or something, which is also to find another way out for them. Besides, since Uncle Wu is looking forward to a cultivator in his family, he should send him if he has a little hope. Now he only sent one. Maybe there is another reason
Li Fulin didn't ask in detail. This kind of housework seems to be a trivial matter, but in fact it is the most complicated. He promised to let the children of the Wu family come over to show him because of his past friendship. He didn't care too much about the Wu family's family affairs. .
Li Fulin kindly asked the two children to come forward.
The children of the Wu family looked back at their grandfather.
People living in Beifu City are better than people in other places because they have a broad vision. There are many people who practice Taoism in the city. These people live a completely different life from them. Children are of course envious and yearning.
Uncle Wu motioned to the child for him to come forward.
Li Fulin held the child's hand.
Xiaodong watched from the side, and he still remembered how Master held his own hand to judge his roots. His aptitude is not good, it can be said that the master accepted him for his uncle's sake, otherwise, Xiaodong would have no relatives and no one to rely on, who knows what will happen
Li Fulin quickly let go of his hand. Uncle Wu stared closely at Li Fulin's expression, not knowing what kind of judgment he would make.
But the expression on Li Fulin's face didn't fluctuate, he didn't look happy or disappointed.
He asked another child to come forward, and after trying his roots, he also let go.
"The two of them..." Li Fulin pondered slightly: "The aptitude of the young one is not bad."
According to him, the big one is hopeless.
Uncle Wu hesitated for a moment: "Is he hopeless at all?"
Li Fulin glanced at him: "His aptitude this time is only a little bit better than ordinary people. Even if he enters the door, it will be very difficult to improve in the future. Maybe he can only be better than ordinary people. How many years, but compared with the hard work he has to pay, the gain is insignificant."
Old Uncle Wu took a deep breath, stood up and bowed to Li Fulin: "Since there is still a little hope, please ask Master Li to accept this child."
Li Fulin glanced at him: "Accepting an apprentice is not a trivial matter. You should also know that if I accept him, he will return to Liushan in the future. If I don't nod, he will never be able to go back to the Wu family. You should go back to this matter." Decide after discussing with the family. Besides, you have to ask the child what he thinks."
"The family has actually discussed it..."
Uncle Wu's grandson knelt down with a plop: "Really, please accept me. I can serve tea, pour water, sweep the floor and pass on messages, and I can do whatever you ask me to do. I beg you to accept me and teach me. Ability." (to be continued)