Silas was in pain and joy. He was seriously lacking in practical experience, and under the old man's guidance, he gradually realized that swordsmanship was not as simple as he had previously understood.
It is an art of killing that emphasizes direct and clear attacks rather than fancy postures.
Realizing his own shortcomings, Silas worked hard to learn more knowledge and skills from the old man.
Silas had fallen down countless times in more than ten minutes, but every time he fell the old man would point out his shortcomings.
"Come again, young man," the old man said calmly.
"Baji."
"I've told you so many times, don't let your center of gravity waver, and move quickly."
"Baji"
"Your hands are weak? You can't even hold the sword steadily? You need to use your thumbs to exert force."
"Baji"
"Use your waist to drive your arms to generate power!"
Just like this, an hour passed. Silas felt that this kind of sparring was much more tiring than practicing sword moves before.
The effect of the sparring was remarkable, and he clearly felt that his swordsmanship had improved.
For the old man, this is also an interesting sport.
At this time, the little girl Lori walked in from outside the door. Seeing Silas panting, she couldn't help feeling a little gloating.
She walked past Silas with a smile, patted Silas' arm, and said,
"You big fool, why are you still practicing? It's time to eat soon."
Silas responded and reached out to touch Lori's head. He smiled and said,
"I'll practice with the old man for a while. I'll leave the cooking to you."
After saying that, he continued his sparring with the old man.
It’s a pity that the wooden man Silas didn’t see the blush on Lori’s face.
"Who is going to cook for you... Humph..." Lori muttered as she walked into the kitchen.
Although she said she was disgusted, Lori still cooked obediently.
"You must be exhausted today, big fool. Cook some more meat to replenish your body."
She thought to herself.
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“It’s time to eat~”
Lori's voice came from the kitchen, and Silas casually wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
Seeing this, the old man suddenly swung his wooden sword and stabbed at Silas.
Silas, who had already let down his guard, never expected that the old man would suddenly attack.
The wooden sword hovered two fingers in front of Silas' throat.
The old man chuckled twice and said,
"Didn't your swordsmanship instructor teach you to be on guard at all times?"
Previously, the old man had been defending and counterattacking, but Silas had never expected that he would suddenly launch an offensive.
And Lori's shouting also made Silas let down his guard.
“Thank you for your guidance, old man.” Silas bowed ninety degrees respectfully.
In the previous process, the old man was instructing him on fighting techniques.
And this sword is to guide combat awareness.
This was a valuable lesson, so Silas performed this gift willingly.
The old man nodded, and was quite fond of this humble young man, and said,
"I'm glad you understand. If you had been distracted during the battle just now, you would have died. I believe you still remember the lesson you learned the last time you were distracted during a battle."
The old man casually inserted the wooden sword diagonally into the ground and continued,
"Always stay alert, fighting is life-threatening."
"yes!"
"You two are going to eat or not? If not, I will eat alone!" Lori said angrily.
Her petite figure and dirty apron make her look very cute, and her little face puffed up because of anger makes people want to pinch it.
"It would be even cuter if it had werewolf ears and a tail," Silas thought.
"Here it comes. Wow, it's such a rich meal today." The old man showed a surprised expression when he saw the table full of home-cooked dishes.
"Oh, this dish is so delicious. Well, this meat is not bad either. My dear granddaughter, did you secretly take out my treasured horse meat jerky to cook?"
The old man picked up the spoon and took a few bites before saying this with a funny expression on his face.
"Hmph, your horse meat jerky will go bad if you don't eat it now. It was all black when I took it out."
Lori said softly with a blushing face.
"Hey! That's smoked, of course it's black. Oh, they say a daughter who's married is like spilled water. I think this granddaughter hasn't even gotten married yet and she's already..."
Before the old man finished speaking, Lori picked up a piece of black bread and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Who wants to get married..." Lori said hypocritically. If there was no blush on her face, this statement might have been more credible.
At this time, Silas was quietly eating.
After more than an hour of high-intensity training, it is time to eat to replenish the energy consumed. Although he was eating, in his mind he was recalling the movements taught by the old man and reviewing his own shortcomings in the battle.
"Wooden man, wooden man." The old man shook his head and thought to himself,
"Alas, although this young man is good-looking, has decent skills, and a decent character, he is really emotionally awkward."
"Big idiot!" Lori said softly.
But Silas was so absorbed in his own deductions and reflections that he didn't pay much attention to the outside world's voices.
At this moment, there were only flashes of swords and sabers in his mind.
"Big! Idiot!" Lori stood up, walked to Silas' ear, and spoke word by word with gritted teeth.
"Ah?" Silas just reacted and showed a puzzled expression.
This made Luo Li so angry that her face turned black. Luo Li frowned, crossed her arms over her chest, and said angrily,
"Don't eat it."
"Ah? Why? It's delicious." Silas said frankly.
"Well...okay, eat more."
The old man looked at this scene and just wanted to finish eating as soon as possible to give the two some space to get along.
After all, the smell of unrequited love permeates this room.
After finishing the meal in no time, Lori happily cleaned up the leftovers on the table. She could mix the leftover soup with bread and eat it in the evening.
Silas patted his belly contentedly and said,
"Oh, I didn't expect Luo Li to cook so deliciously at such a young age."
Then I took a sip of sour plum juice to cool off in the summer.
The old man shook his head and said helplessly,
"Who told you she's still young? She's sixteen."
"Puff!" Silas spat out a mouthful of plum juice before he could even swallow it.
"Ten...sixteen???" Silas' face was full of confusion.
"Werewolves only grow up when they are eighteen years old, so when you see sixteen-year-old Lori, she still looks like a little girl."
The old man helplessly wiped off the sour plum juice on his face. It is easy to block an arrow from the dark, but hard to guard against an attack from the open.
"Well... okay..." Silas suddenly remembered what Lori said about marrying him, because he seemed to find himself in trouble.
"Okay, take a rest. I'll take you somewhere later." The shrewd old man changed the subject.