The sun was shining brightly, and on the martial arts training ground, groups of children gathered separately.
"In the past ten days, how is the practice of Tiger Roaring Art?" Chen Chuyun's voice was still cold, his eyes swept across like autumn water, and he paused for two breaths on Chen Zong's face.
Chen Wu, Chen Shaoze, Chen Che and Chen Yan raised questions and got answers.
"In this class, I'm going to explain swordsmanship." After answering the question, Chen Chuyun said, "Either you have already practiced swordsmanship, swordsmanship of willow wiping, or fencing with eagles, or you have just learned it."
"No matter what, I hope you will listen carefully."
Chen Chuyun always had a cool look. If it wasn't for that night, Chen Zong would have thought that she had only one expression when he saw the blazing heat in her eyes.
"Afterimage swordsmanship, the sword turns into an afterimage, when you draw the sword, you must use your arm to drive your wrist..."
Chen Chuyun obviously has a very deep understanding of this afterimage swordsmanship, and he speaks it in concise and straightforward language, making it clear to everyone, especially Chen Zong, who combines it with his own understanding, and comprehends it in a straight line.
When it comes to the mystery, Chen Chuyun will also practice with his sword.
Her sword, the blade is bright, with ripples on the blade, it looks sharper, compared to the iron sword Chen Zong is holding, I don't know how much better it is.
All sword practitioners are eager to have a good sword, Chen Zuoyi and others also have blazing eyes.
After talking about the Remnant Shadow Swordsmanship, Chen Chuyun explained the Fuliu Swordsmanship, followed by the Eagle Fencing Swordsmanship. Chen Zong and others were shocked to find that Chen Chuyun's three swordsmanships had all reached perfection.
After explaining the three sword techniques, there is still half an hour left.
"Do you have any questions?" Chen Chuyun glanced over.
She explained it very thoroughly, and for a while, everyone hadn't digested it, so naturally they didn't have any doubts.
"Next, I'm going to teach you a sword technique." Chen Chuyun said again, and everyone's eyes lit up, full of anticipation.
"This swordsmanship is called the basic eighteen moves." Chen Chuyun practiced with the sword, and practiced. Except for Chen Zong, the other six people were more or less disappointed. It was different from what they expected. Chen Zong I looked at it very carefully.
"Basic 18 moves, including chopping, pointing, stabbing, picking, teasing... the 18 movements are not foundation-building martial arts, and they don't have much power, but they are helpful for practicing swordsmanship. It is best to take time to practice them on weekdays." Chen Izumo rehearsed the basic eighteen moves several times.
"Teacher, I have a question." Chen Zuoyi said, meeting Chen Chuyun's gaze and asked, "I heard that perfection in martial arts is not the end. I don't know what is beyond the perfection?"
Chen Zong was startled when he heard this.
Isn't the state of perfection the end of martial arts
Is there a higher realm
"Beyond consummation, there is indeed a higher realm." Chen Chuyun said after pondering for a while, his cold voice seemed a little more erratic: "Beyond consummation, it is the subtleties."
"Nice." Everyone repeated in a low voice.
Chen Zong only felt that his heart was burning, and he couldn't explain why. His heart seemed to be beating faster than usual.
"Into the smallest details..." The two words are full of magic.
"You don't need to think too much about the subtle realm now." Chen Chuyun's cold voice awakened everyone: "In the entire clan hall, no one has reached it."
"If there are no other questions, this class is over." Chen Chuyun said after pouring cold water on it. Although the class was stipulated to be two hours, the teacher actually arranged it by himself: "Chen Zong, follow me."
Looking at the backs of Chen Zong and Chen Chuyun leaving, Chen Zuoyi and the others looked ugly.
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An independent courtyard, each ten meters long and wide, was Chen Chuyun's residence in the family hall.
"Teacher, after becoming a martial artist, can they all live in such a small courtyard?" Chen Zong asked.
"Top ten talents." Chen Chuyun answered succinctly, while Chen Zong was shocked. The implication is that Chen Chuyun's strength can be listed in the top ten among the children of the entire clan: "Let's not talk about trivial matters, the three swordsmanship can Have you ever reached the realm of minor success?"
"Here." Chen Zong nodded.
"Practice." Chen Chuyun's tone was sharp and his eyes were hot.
Chen Zong immediately drew his sword and practiced the three sword techniques one by one.
"Okay, okay!" The three good words in a row showed the excitement in Chen Chuyun's heart, Ru Qiushui's eyes were burning like fire at this time, almost wanting to burn Chen Zong, there was a kind of frenzy: "Chen Zong, are you willing to learn from me?" sword?"
Chen Zong was slightly taken aback. From Chen Chuyun's eyes, he saw a kind of enthusiasm for the sword, and his heart was greatly shocked.
"Do you want to apprentice?" Chen Zong asked.
"No, I just want to witness the rise of a swordsman genius." Chen Chu's eyes were still burning.
"I would." Chen Zong replied solemnly.
"Okay, I have a spare room here, do you live here or where you used to be?" Chen Chuyun said directly.
"Teacher, I'll stay where I used to be." Chen Zong didn't hesitate, he didn't want to cause extra trouble to Chen Chuyun.
"It's up to you, but every day, you have to come here to practice sword for three hours." Chen Chuyun did not force Chen Zong to move here, but asked for time for sword practice, and Chen Zong had no objection.
So far, he has been relying on his own hard work, except for some pointers given by his father. If there are masters who are willing to teach him how to practice swords, it is his wish.
"Start now." Chen Chuyun acted vigorously: "Practice the basic eighteen moves."
Chen Zong was puzzled.
"Practice the basic eighteen moves well, and it will be of great help to other sword skills." Chen Chuyun said in a very affirmative tone.
Chen Zong started to practice immediately. He remembered Chen Chuyun's previous rehearsal clearly. At the beginning, his movements were slow and some were not in place. Chen Chuyun would give pointers. The second time, he was basically correct, and the third time, the speed was accelerated.
The tenth time, the body follows the sword, one sword and one stroke, the sword light surrounds the whole body, as if it has been practiced thousands of times.
"Sure enough, he is a genius in sword practice." Chen Chuyun's eyes seemed to be able to melt steel.
After practicing for the twentieth time, Chen Chuyun yelled to stop, and took Chen Zong to a corner of the courtyard, where there was a wooden frame in the shape of a door, on which were hung round wooden beads, the largest ones were like eggs, the smallest ones were like soybeans, lined up open.
"There are four key points in sword practice, which are the foundation of swordsmanship." Chen Chuyun's voice was powerful, and his words were like swords: "Fast, steady, accurate, and ruthless!"
"Only by being fast can you attack the unprepared by surprise, making it impossible to guard against."
"Only if you are accurate, you can hit a hundred hits and never deviate."
"Only stability is the only way to not miss and to be able to do a job with ease."
"Only by being ruthless can you kill the enemy and overcome thorns and thorns."
In just four sentences, Chen Zong trembled all over, as if struck by lightning, his pupils dilated and then contracted sharply, and there seemed to be a storm in his heart.
"No matter what kind of swordsmanship you practice, the ultimate goal is to protect yourself and kill the enemy, and it cannot be separated from the root."
"From now on, ten catties of iron plates will be tied to your arms. You can only increase them and never take them off, so as to practice quick calligraphy." Chen Chuyun picked up the thin black iron plates neatly arranged in one corner and said, It is made of heavy iron, and its weight is ten times that of an iron sheet of the same size. It is suitable for heavy objects.
Chen Zong didn't feel much when the heavy iron plates were tied to his arms, but he had trained with weights before, and he knew that the longer the weight-bearing time, the more obvious the feeling of the load would be.
"Pricking round wooden beads to train accurate calligraphy."
"When your sword can stab the smallest round wooden bead, it will be considered successful." As he spoke, Chen Zong only felt a dazzling light flash in front of his eyes, and a tiny point appeared in the center of the soybean-sized round wooden bead. But the ball seemed to be tightly fixed, motionless, Chen Zong gasped, feeling turbulent in his heart.
In an instant, Chen Chuyun drew his sword and stabbed it out, and then put it back into the sheath. It was incredibly fast. With his strengthened eyesight, he could only see the flash of the sword. If he was an enemy, he would not even know how to die.
The most important thing is that such a quick sword thrust not only hit the center of the soybean-sized round wooden bead, but also did not pierce the soybean-sized round wooden bead. The sword is not only extremely precise, but also has an astonishing control over power.
That sword fully explained to Chen Zong what fast, accurate and steady is.
"Such a sword, although simple, is better than thousands of swordsmanship." Chen Zong secretly said, his heart was extremely hot: "If it is integrated into the swordmanship, making the swordmanship faster, more accurate and more stable, wouldn't it be more powerful? .”
Chen Zong's reaction made Chen Chuyun very satisfied.
To practice swords, it is one thing whether you have talent or not, but you also need enough enthusiasm.
"Start training with the largest round wooden bead." Chen Chuyun stepped back to make room.
Chen Zong took a deep breath, walked in front of the round wooden bead the size of an egg, kept a distance away, stared at the round wooden bead with his eyes, and slowly adjusted his posture until he felt it best to draw the sword.
He held his breath, only saw the egg-sized round wooden bead in his eyes, twisted his body, and stabbed out with his sword.
This is not difficult for Chen Zong, who has practiced the eight moves of the real sword to a small degree. Moreover, during the twenty-odd days he lived in Fenghou Forest, he also practiced precision sword stabbing with fish, splitting branches, etc. .
With a sword strike, the round wooden bead was stabbed and shattered.
Chen Chuyun nodded imperceptibly.
Put the sword back into the sheath, lock the second largest round wooden bead, adjust and draw the sword.
When Chen Zong pierced the third largest wooden bead, he stabbed at the fourth largest wooden bead but passed by.
"Your sword is not fast enough or accurate enough." Chen Chuyun was not polite, although she felt that Chen Zong was able to achieve this step for the first time, it was very good, but she should not praise too much, lest the other side breed pride: "Practice for an hour first. "
Chen Zong also felt that the sword was indeed not fast enough and not accurate enough, even if it stabbed the biggest round wooden bead, it was after a lot of preparation and not skillful enough.
My goal is to achieve Chen Chuyun's ability to stab with a single sword, and to be able to precisely control power.
Practice repeatedly until the arms are sore and weak, and then rest, and then practice the word stability formula.
The practice of Wenzi Jue is to hold the hilt of the sword in hand, stretch out the sword forward, in a straight line with the arm, and hang a ten-jin heavy iron ball at the end of the sword.
There was no pressure at first, but as time passed, Chen Zong gradually felt that the big tendon in his right arm was being pulled forward, and it started to hurt, as if it was about to be torn apart, but he still gritted his teeth and held on.
Five minutes later, Chen Zong felt his arm lost consciousness and had to put it down to rest. Chen Chuyun gently kneaded Chen Zong's right arm with his fingers, and gradually regained consciousness. It was warm and comfortable, and he recovered after a few minutes.
"Continue." Chen Chuyun was like a strict teacher.
Repeat the practice several times, and stab the round wooden ball again.
"Come here today, come back tomorrow." Chen Chuyun said.
"Teacher, take your leave." Chen Zong bowed very formally. Although he did not have a teacher, Chen Zong was very grateful for Chen Chuyun's teaching.
Walking briskly, walking out of the small courtyard, Chen Zong felt that the sun was shining brightly today.
(end of this chapter)