Chapter Ninety-Two: The Drunken Sword
The beautiful woman glanced at Zhang Zhao, and said with disdain: "How I educate my children is my business, you don't have to worry about it, besides, who are you?
Regarding this woman's attitude, Zhang Zhao always maintained the due smile and said, "I am the owner of this shop, and I am also a key class student of the Aurora Martial Arts School. I can have where I am today because of the benefits that martial arts training has brought me. ”
Hearing Zhang Zhao say this, the beautiful woman's attitude obviously improved, she looked Zhang Zhao up and down, and saw that the other party was young, and it was indeed rare to have this career.
"That's because you're talented. ”
"Then how can you be sure that your child is not talented?"
The woman stopped talking, as a mother, she definitely hoped that her child could become excellent, and she would definitely scoff at poor people, but when she met excellent people, everyone would respect you three points.
Seeing that the woman stopped talking, Zhang Zhao said again: "Our parents' discipline of children is to make him sensible, not to kill his nature, if you kill a genius martial artist because of your few words, then I think it is a pity for the world." ”
"Tomorrow, there will be a year-end competition in our school, if you are interested, you can take your children over to have a look, if at that time, you still think that martial arts training is not a road, then I haven't said it today. ”
As soon as the words fell, Chen Yang on the side walked over, he touched the boy's head, and said with a smile: "It's not right for you to use a sword like this, you should hold a tiger fist, so that you can grasp it more firmly." ”
The boy looked at Chen Yang with ignorant eyes and clenched the wooden sword in his hand.
"Then big brother, can you teach me?"
"Absolutely. ”
After that, Chen Yang took the wooden sword in the boy's hand, only to see that he was holding the sword in his right hand, holding the sword trick in his left hand, shaking his wrist slightly, pulling out a gorgeous sword flower, and at this time, I don't know who suddenly played music.
The music is very simple, sometimes the rhythm is tight, sometimes soothing, and people can't help but fluctuate up and down with the ups and downs of the music after listening to it.
What's even more amazing is that this Chen Yang's sword dance is completely consistent with this music and enters the rhythm of the music.
At this time, everything in heaven and earth has disappeared, and some only have the sword in his hand, dancing with the music and mood.
The sword goes to the center, the sword breaks the blow, the long hatred of the nine songs, one move and one style, all of them are so long, so perfect. After dancing to the table, Chen Yang's wooden sword in his right hand stabbed forward, put the sword under a bottle of wine, and gently picked it up, and then caught it with his left hand.
At this time, Chen Yang was dancing with a sword in one hand and wine in the other, and every time he entered a gap in a movement, he would raise his head and take a sip of wine.
With the passage of time, Chen Yang's pace was a little chaotic, it seemed that he had drunk too much, but although the pace was chaotic, it could be orderly in the chaos, one move and one style, which seemed more gentle, only at the end of each sword, it inspired the last fierceness.
Chen Yang was stupid, he was silent in the obsession of the drunken sword and couldn't extricate himself, and the onlookers around him were stupid, and they all gathered around to watch this exquisite drunken sword.
Through the display screens, the guests of the whole store saw the scene in front of them, everyone stopped eating, and they all gathered over, from the second floor to the first floor, all of them gathered around to watch Chen Yang.
At this time, Chen Yang has become the focus of attention.
As the so-called layman looks at the excitement, and the insider looks at the doorway, this ordinary drunken sword is becoming more and more strange in Zhang Zhao's eyes, he feels that a lot of heaven and earth aura has gathered around Chen Yang's body, and it is dancing with his posture, and around him, a natural cyclone has also formed, enveloping these true qi, all of which are absorbed by his body.
At this moment, Zhang Zhao finally understood, what kind of sword dance is this? This is clearly a cultivation method, and the effect is very good.
"Hoo ........"
Suddenly, Chen Yang's right hand was full of fire, the wooden sword in his hand was ignited, and then he drank all the wine in one gulp, and spewed out all the burning flames.
"Boom!"
The fires were shining brightly, and the scene was spectacular.
"Good!"
There were applause and applause. And Chen Yang also clasped his fists with both hands and gave a sword salute to everyone.
Seeing that everyone liked Chen Yang's sword dance so much, Zhang Zhao was sure that after this viewing, many people in the audience would have a strong interest in cultivation, even if they didn't join the cultivation, then their children might become a supreme powerhouse in the future.
Zhang Zhao's goal has been achieved, he doesn't want to promote how amazing martial arts are, let alone force everyone to practice martial arts, just want those adults or children to know that if you have this interest, then you have to pursue it, martial arts is also a road, and it is more difficult than ordinary people's roads, but if you can get a little achievement on this thorny road, then what you get is often what you can't get in your life as an ordinary person.
Chen Yang walked over to the boy, touched his head, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry swordsman, I broke your sword, and when you come back next time, I will give you a real sword." ”
"Okay, that's a deal!"
"It's a deal!"
After a sword dance, the atmosphere in the venue became more lively, especially the people who were still queuing up brought their children to let Zhang Zhao or Chen Yang see if their children had the talent to practice martial arts.
But it's a pity that talent is rare, and more has to be acquired through hard work, just like Zhang Zhao, he has never been in contact with martial arts training before, relying on his talent to enter the Aurora Martial Arts School, and then adding his own opportunities and disdainful efforts to achieve today's achievements.
After a lively scene, Zhang Zhao looked at the time, it was already more than eleven o'clock, although he couldn't think about tomorrow's competition now, he couldn't help but prepare, so it was time to go back to sleep.
On the way back to the martial arts school, Zhang Zhao looked at Chen Yang, who was drunk and hazy, and asked, "Chen Yang, can you teach me how to dance the sword when you have time?" ”
"Okay, the tuition fee is 100 million. Chen Yang's face was flushed and he smiled like a mystery.
"It's really a money eye, 100 million is 100 million. ”
"Hahaha........"
Chen Yang suddenly laughed, ran quickly forward, and after running out of more than ten meters, he jumped twenty meters high with one foot, and in mid-air, he pulled out the Longxiao Sword, and in an instant, the fire was monstrous, reflecting the entire night sky.
"Boom!"
"A sword!"
After dancing a few times, Chen Yang slashed forward with a sword.