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"Do you know swordsmanship?" Chu Li said.
"I don't know swordsmanship, but I really want to learn it." Yang Baoshu said hurriedly.
Chu Li shook his head: "It's not easy to practice swordsmanship. They say three years to practice swordsmanship and ten years to practice swordsmanship."
"I don't think they have used it for ten years."
"They didn't practice well enough."
"That's it..." Yang Baoshu said hurriedly: "Sir, have you mastered it?"
"I-?" Chu Li smiled and said, "It's still far from enough."
"I want to practice swordsmanship, can I do it?" Yang Baoshu asked, "Isn't it too late?"
"Are you eighteen?" Chu Li gestured for him to sit down and talk: "After ten years of practice, it's not too late to be twenty-eight."
Yang Baoshu said hurriedly: "Can you teach me, sir?"
"My swordsmanship is not good, it's a fancy sword style." Chu Li shook his head.
Yang Baoshu glanced at the sword on the table in disappointment.
Even fancy tricks are good, they are much better than knowing nothing.
It seems that I don’t want to teach. I have to ask my mother to prepare some gifts tomorrow. Don’t you have to give gifts to apprentices
Chu Li picked up the tea and took a sip.
Yang Baoshu stood up and said goodbye knowingly. Before leaving, he reluctantly glanced at the sword on the table.
When he came back the next evening, he brought back a long piece of wood, and then he tinkered in the yard and whittled out a long sword. It was similar in shape and color to the Dust Light Sword, but it was a piece of good craftsmanship.
Chu Li was still practicing his sword under the sunset, moving slowly, looking for that hazy feeling.
As long as you capture this perfect fit, Da Yuan Jingzhi will be imprinted in your mind instantly, even if you have mastered it. Unfortunately, this feeling is vague and unclear. It seemed like there was a thick layer of fog covering it, so I couldn't touch it.
All the martial arts secrets he had seen in his mind were merging together, attacking this thick layer of fog, trying hard to push through the thick fog.
He takes his time. One day will not make two days, two days will not make three days, but one day it will happen.
He was practicing his sword. Yang Baoshu put up a ladder to the wall and looked at him with a smile.
Chu Li pretended not to see it. Continue to practice your sword.
Yang Baoshu waved his wooden sword, imitating Chu Li's gestures.
He felt that using a wooden sword to practice this slow swordsmanship and peeking a few times would not be considered a taboo among martial arts people.
It's a pity that he can't feel the power of this sword technique at all. If such a sword technique is used, it really can't kill even a chicken.
Chu Li closed his eyes, focused on the inside and ignored the outside world.
Until dusk comes and the lanterns first come on. He just stopped his sword.
Yang Baoshu saw him open his eyes and hurriedly waved his sword to say hello: "Sir, what do you think of my sword?"
Chu Li glanced at it: "What a sword!"
Yang Baoshu smiled happily: "Sir, let me tell you, my craftsmanship is inherited from my family. No one in our Xiqiang Street can compare with me!"
Chu Li nodded: "Good craftsmanship."
"Would you like to make another one for sir?" Yang Baoshu said, "Wooden swords are quite easy to break."
"Thank you, no need." Chu Li said.
"Oh, well, let me know when sir wants it in the future. I'll get you a better one!" Yang Baoshu replied disappointedly.
"Ouch! Ah!"
He suddenly screamed and fell from the wall, landing with a "bang".
"Damn it, you've learned how to climb over the wall!" Yang Baoshu's mother, Mrs. Zhou, shouted loudly: "If you don't practice your boxing skills after dinner, why are you so crazy when you use a broken sword to make gestures?"
Yang Baoshu patted the mud on his body and shouted dissatisfied: "Mom, I'm practicing my sword."
"You haven't mastered your boxing skills yet. Why are you going to practice swordsmanship?" Zhou said angrily: "You can't chew off more than you can chew. You don't understand this principle? Practice your boxing well for me. Why don't you practice twenty more today?" No sleep allowed!"
"Mom, I have practiced it so many times, but this Spirit Monkey Fist is not good!" Yang Baoshu said disapprovingly: "It has no power at all. I can't beat others!... So I want to practice swordsmanship!"
"Can't you do the Spirit Monkey Fist?" Mr. Zhou put his hands on his hips and sneered: "It's because you don't have the ability. Your father practiced this boxing in the first place. He became a bodyguard and traveled all over the country with great authority. Why can't you do it?"
"Yes, I don't have the ability." Yang Baoshu saw his mother's face change, and he quickly obeyed: "I will definitely practice, twenty times, right, just twenty times!"
"That's pretty much it, hurry up!"
Chu Li smiled.
He, Da Yuan Jingzhi, had already seen clearly Yang Baoshu's boxing skills. This Spiritual Monkey Boxing was indeed good, but most people couldn't practice it well.
All the spiritual beasts have entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains, such as spiritual tigers and spiritual monkeys. Almost no one in the world has ever seen a spiritual monkey.
As a result, the essence of the Spiritual Monkey Fist cannot be grasped. There is only the Spiritual Monkey Fist but no power.
He trained a good set of Spirit Monkey Boxing into the Orangutan Boxing, using strong force and powerful force. Little did he know that this was contrary to the essence of Spirit Monkey Boxing. Even if he practiced it for another hundred years, he would still not be able to grasp the essence of Spirit Monkey Boxing. The power is limited.
That evening, Chu Li bought two boxes of snacks and walked back. As he was walking on the street, Yang Baoshu happened to come back.
"Sir, you are back." Yang Baoshu greeted enthusiastically.
Chu Li lowered his head slightly and said nothing, unusually cold.
Yang Baoshu scratched his head helplessly.
This weirdo is here again. Why does he pretend not to know me when he comes to the street, and he doesn't say a word, but he is fine at his house, and he is polite and considerate. He is really a weirdo!
Chu Li held the snacks in one hand and held the other behind his back, walking slowly.
Yang Baoshu originally walked briskly, but seeing that he was walking so slowly, he couldn't pass him rudely. He could only walk with him, moving step by step, which made him anxious.
Chu Li glanced at him and signaled with his eyes.
Yang Baoshu understood that he wanted him to get out first, so he had no choice but to clasp his fists and run away in a hurry.
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Dusk was surging and the lanterns were starting to turn on. Chu Li was still practicing his sword in the yard.
In the morning, I practiced the Heavenly Demon Kung Fu, the White Tiger Yang Diagram, and the Vajra Due Magic Kung Fu. From the afternoon to the evening, I practiced the Ji Ji Jing Sutra and the Seven Forms of the Divine Sword.
Except for the time when he went out for a walk, he practiced Qigong almost all the time. There was no interference from worldly affairs. He calmed down and practiced quietly, and made rapid progress.
He secretly thought that if he practiced so hard, it would not be out of reach to catch up with Duke Lu Guo. Unfortunately, it would not take long, which was a pity.
He was slowly practicing his sword when Yang Baoshu climbed up the wall again: "Sir, sir, my mother made dumplings, please try them."
He said as he dragged the ladder up, set it up to Chu Li's yard, and came down with a plate of steaming dumplings.
Without waiting for Chu Li to speak, he put it directly on the stone table: "My mother's craftsmanship is also very good, try it!"
He said and handed over a pair of chopsticks.
Chu Li glanced at him, took the chopsticks and tasted a dumpling. Although it was plain stuffed, it was full of flavor and was indeed very good.
"How's it going? Is it delicious?" Yang Baoshu said proudly.
"Not bad." Chu Li nodded with satisfaction.
His mouth was suffering a lot for a while. Among the restaurants in Qingyun City, Yang Xu's cooking skills were far inferior to Xueling's.
He was quite moved when he suddenly tasted such delicious food.
"Come on, sir, sit down and eat!" Yang Baoshu busily wiped the wooden pillar with his sleeve.
Chu Li sat down.
Yang Baoshu said again: "Sir, this sword is in the way."
He said and pushed the sword aside on the stone table.
He pushed it, looking surprised.
It's so heavy, it's not right, it's not a wooden sword!
"Sir, let me see this sword." Yang Baoshu stared at the Chen Light Sword with a playful smile: "Just take a look."
Chu Li had already eaten two dumplings: "Okay, let's take a look."
[515 is coming soon, and I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list. By May 15th, the red envelope rain will be able to reward readers and promote promotional works. One piece is also love, I will definitely update it!](To be continued.)