The next morning, Zhao Changhe looked at the steamed bread brought by the servant in silence, and complained bitterly: "Is this all you have for breakfast? It's not even as good as what we had at the inn on the road."
Luo Qi wanted to say something but stopped himself. After talking nonsense last night, this guy turned around and squatted in the horse stance for half an hour. He went to bed only when he was exhausted. He started snoring as soon as he put his head on the table, which made him unable to sleep well all night.
But this effort is really commendable.
Luo Qi didn't know whether to laugh at him for overestimating his own abilities or to encourage him. He gnawed on a steamed bun and said silently, "It's winter, it's good to have something to eat. You and I had chicken legs last night. Do you know how many people drooled over it?"
Zhao Changhe came to his senses. Regardless of whether this was a world of force or only education could bring success, it was a template of the ancient world. With the productivity of the ancient times, even the landlords might not be able to have meat every meal, not to mention that this was a "turbulent time" and many people did not have enough to eat. It was already good enough to be able to get up early and fill their stomachs...
Thinking about this, I feel a little worried. The human nutrition required by the Blood Evil Power is no joke. It is not enough to rely on steamed buns. I wonder if there is any task to obtain it.
Do you want to rob it too
It's not just the steamed corn bread that I'm not used to, there are all kinds of other things going wrong.
For example, there is a waterfall behind the village, the water falls into a pool, and then another stream, all the way down the mountain, the scenery is actually pretty good. The daily water is fetched here by the servants... However, no one will fetch water for you to wash, that is to drink. Who can jump into the pool to take a bath in this weather? How can we live like this...
Luo Qi scratched his itch and complained, "I've never gone so many days without a shower... What a shitty place. The conditions of the Luo family are what many people dream of, but you've become a wanted criminal."
Zhao Changhe said "Hi" and said, "What time are you talking about this again..."
Luo Qi turned his head away and ignored him. He knew that he was being unreasonable and it was unreasonable to blame Zhao Changhe.
In fact, Zhao Changhe himself was the same. He had such a comfortable modern life, but it turned out to be such a mess. So he could understand Luo Qi's unreasonable complaints. If the blind man was in front of him now, Zhao Changhe would probably slap him.
I don’t know how other mountain kings feel so happy... But he knows that no matter how happy he is, he has to be the mountain king, not a pawn.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm going to practice martial arts." Zhao Changhe didn't say anything more. He just ate his steamed bun and went to the martial arts field in the village.
As a rookie who has never been exposed to martial arts, I can't learn anything just by reading the "secret book". I need someone to answer my questions, otherwise I can't understand many of the terms. Luo Qi's way is different from the Blood God Cult, so it's useless to ask him.
Fang Buping, the branch leader, is not teaching here. He has his own people responsible for teaching and imparting the Dharma. You can just go and learn directly.
There was no snow today. When he arrived at the martial arts arena, there were already many people practicing martial arts. Zhao Changhe found that they were all practicing swords.
The voice of the instructor echoed in the field: "Although the knife is easy to use, it is not something you can chop randomly! Look at this simple turn and chop, how many times have I told you? The amplitude cannot be too large, otherwise there will be many flaws and you will not have time to defend. Zhang Quan! Look at the way your waist is twisted, do you think it's your mother dancing the Yangko?"
Zhao Changhe looked closely at Zhang Quan, whom the Dharma Deacon was pointing at. Zhang Quan turned around and slashed with his sword so swiftly that it looked like anyone who attacked him from behind would be chopped in two. However, he was scolded severely.
The instructor snatched the sword from Zhang Quan and said, "I'll demonstrate it again. Watch carefully!"
He just bent his legs slightly, took a light step, and twisted his waist. Zhao Changhe saw a flash of a knife, and the knife stopped steadily at a 90-degree position behind him.
This knife was obviously faster than the one Zhang Quan used just now, but it stopped very steadily, without moving forward even a bit more, as if there was a wall blocking the knife.
The instructor said loudly: "Don't use up all your strength, so that you can be at ease. For a sword like this, no matter whether you can achieve the expected effect or not, as long as you haven't used up all your strength, there will be a way forward!"
So that's it. So that's it.
How did I get killed in my dream
Even the simplest martial arts have their own ways. If I had practiced such moves in the beginning, even if it was just the basics, maybe the outcome would be different...
The original intention of “entering a dream” is to learn these things, right
After many twists and turns, it has finally begun... Although it is very likely that it has long deviated from the blind man's original intention, but that may be a good thing...
But Zhang Quan said, "But instructor, I didn't mean to use so much force, but this requires the sword to be drawn quickly. Once it's fast, I can't stop it..." "This requires practice! Just for this one turn around and strike, how much force should be used, and where should the sword be stopped? Practice a thousand times a day and you will get it!" Instructor Sun's voice was still very loud: "Besides, did you see how I coordinated the strength of my waist and legs just now? I asked you to do the bow and horse stance, it's not for looks!"
"Ah?" Zhang Quan scratched his head: "I didn't see it clearly, teacher, can you please..."
"Huh?" Instructor Sun widened his eyes.
Zhang Quanpei smiled and shrank back.
The other members of the church said, "No one saw it clearly. Can the teacher show it again?"
Instructor Sun shook his head, very disappointed. Because this was not the first time he had said that they were all as stupid as cows, they learned it yesterday and forgot it today, and they dared to say with a shameless face that they didn't see it clearly.
He looked around to see if there was anything he understood, but he saw Zhao Changhe standing in the distance, looking thoughtful.
"Um, Zhao Changhe, right?" Instructor Sun shouted, "What's that expression on your face? Did you understand?"
"Oh..." Zhao Changhe came back to his senses and stepped forward hesitantly: "Give me the knife to try?"
Instructor Sun handed the knife over directly, but at the same time added: "Hold your head high, hold your chest out! Speak louder! You are a bandit if you speak softly? Are you going to take the exam to become a scholar?"
Zhao Changhe twitched his cheeks: "I joined the Demonic Sect, and there are also sinister people there..."
"Fuck, you're quite a talker! You haven't even joined the sect yet, and now you're just... Never mind." Instructor Sun waved his hands, hesitant to say anything: "Anyway, just speak louder. Haven't you eaten yet?"
Zhao Changhe shouted, "Give me the knife and let me try it!"
Instructor Sun handed over the knife with great satisfaction.
Zhao Changhe: “…”
Who is this
He took the knife and felt it was damn light, maybe only two or three pounds... This was an ordinary single-blade, the same one he used to stab Luo Zhenwu to death, but not the broadsword weighing dozens of pounds in his dream. He doubted whether such a sword existed in reality.
When swinging a broadsword, he had to swing it backwards with all his strength, and it was impossible to control where the sword would stop, but this single sword seemed to be able to do that. Zhao Changhe recalled the movements of Instructor Sun just now, turned around with a bow step, and with a "swish", he quickly swung the single sword backwards, trying to stop at the position where Instructor Sun had just moved, just like the real thing.
Instructor Sun was somewhat surprised: "You have good comprehension! With such comprehension and good physique, why did you just start learning martial arts? What a pity, what a pity."
Zhao Changhe returned the knife and clasped his fists, saying, "Please give me some advice, Master."
"Your hands are not steady enough, and your position is not precise enough. This requires practice... Here..." Instructor Sun twisted Zhao Changhe's hands and led him to stop at a position: "Remember this sense of position. Once you find it, swing the sword like this every day. Practice as many times as you can. In the future, you will be able to swing the sword faster and more steadily. This is the essence of all martial arts in the world!"
Zhao Changhe heaved a sigh of relief and said sincerely, "Thank you for your instruction."
Instructor Sun glanced at him for a long while, then suddenly turned around and shouted to everyone in the martial arts arena, "What are you all standing there for? Practice on your own! Learn from Zhao Changhe! You did so well the first time you learned it, do you have the nerve to do it? And you're still so crooked, you're not allowed to eat today!"
A group of people stared at Zhao Changhe unkindly.
Zhao Changhe twitched his lips. He was afraid that he would "learn from XXX". He would offend all his classmates on the first day of school
Thanks to the two of you, Lunhuizhilv and Sun Boyan~
(End of this chapter)