In the face of ordinary people, even ordinary nobles, Renard can be dismissive, but in the face of a powerful warrior like Cliver, he can only be obediently educated.

The other party once again exerted his ability to talk eloquently: "The most important thing for a martial artist is to learn to control his emotions, and an excellent martial artist will never be disturbed by emotions, and it is best to achieve a landslide in front of him without changing his color." ”

Renard nodded silently: "How can I control my emotions?"

"Want to learn to run before you learn to walk?" Cliffor glared at him, pointed to his eyes and said, "The eyelids will rise uncontrollably when you make a move, it should be a bad habit left over from practicing martial arts in the past." ”

Renard was silent again, he did have such a habit, but it was not left over from practicing martial arts, but from playing games before.

At every critical moment, his eyes will unconsciously go up, and anyway, the opponent on the computer side can't see it, so he doesn't deliberately correct it.

In fact, every game nerd will have such bad habits of life, such as like snapping fingers, breaking fingers, twisting necks, etc.

Cliffor pointed to his right leg again: "You just moved your right leg, obviously you want to use your right leg to exert force, judging by this position, the target of the attack must be my right half of my body, so I just need to guard against half of my body." ”

"That's right. Renard took a deep breath, he didn't expect that others would see so many flaws before he could make a move.

However, this was not the end, Colliver picked up his long sword, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and swung it vigorously a few times, and then with a slight force, bursts of light emanated from the long sword.

He looked at Renard in surprise: "Enchanted weapons, your kid has a very thick background." ”

Renard scratched his head in embarrassment and didn't answer.

Instead of dwelling on this question, Cleaver waved in place and asked, "What did you find?" ”

Renard shook his head honestly, signaling that he hadn't found anything, and that the other party had not sold the lawsuit, and said in a serious tone: "Pay attention to my hand holding the sword." ”

As he spoke, Cliffor swung his long sword again, and the wind was loud and the sword was dazzling.

Renard frowned, carefully observed for a long time, as if he had noticed something, and was a little uncertain, and said for a long time: "The hand holding the sword seems to have changed somewhat. ”

Cliffor nodded appreciatively: "That's right, normal people always keep their right hand on top and their left hand on the bottom when holding a sword, because normal people are used to using their right hand to exert force, and the same is true when chopping, as long as the left hand ensures that the blade of the sword does not deviate from the trajectory." ”

After speaking, he drew a semicircle in the void, the position of holding the sword in his right hand remained unchanged, and his left hand naturally slid above his right hand: "I need the strength to lift up when I go down to the left, the left hand needs to change position, and the right down slant does not need to change." ”

Cliffor swung his two-handed sword, and the sword flowers flew all over the sky, dazzling people, and finally he handed the sword back to Renard and asked, "Do you know how many flaws you have just now?"

Renard was silent, recalling the scene in his mind.

Sitting on the steps of the doorway, Cliffor tirelessly imparted knowledge: "A strong warrior can judge the timing and method of the enemy's attack from many details, which requires not only keen intuition, but also delicate observation and hard work. ”

Renard closed his eyes in some pain, he had never found that his attack had so many loopholes, and if he encountered a mortal enemy, he would probably have been buried in the ground.

"I'm really a scumbag. He sighed deeply, his tone a little self-deprecating, and then asked, "Is there any way to avoid these flaws?"

"With practice, you have a lot to learn. Clifford spread his hands: "It is important not to let the enemy know his strength, because the unknown opponent is the most terrifying." ”

Unknown opponents are the most terrifying? Renard suddenly fell into deep thought, and he suddenly remembered a person: Taylor!

Taylor's origin seems to be very mysterious, no one knows where he came from, it seems that he appeared out of thin air more than twenty years ago, people only know that he is very powerful, and there is no other news.

"How long will it take for me to become a strong man like you?" After a long silence, Renard asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

"You are still young, it is the time when you are strong and strong, if you are willing to work hard, the fastest three years, the slowest ten years. Cliffor has his answer.

"Do you think a Douqi Martial Artist is a cabbage?" Renard didn't dare to say that he would become a Douqi Martial Artist within three years if he had a riding and slashing system, and the other party actually dared to boast about Haikou.

Colliver pondered for a long time, and then said with a sincere expression: "I don't know what's going on, I just think that you can be promoted to a Douqi Martial Artist within three years, this is an intuition, the intuition of a Douqi Martial Artist." ”

"Well, I'll try. Renard shrugged his shoulders and acquiesced.

In the days that followed, the two lived very fullly.

Renard is not in a hurry to go to the Academy of Constantinople, after all, the spring semester starts in March, and from here to the academy, it will take half a year to take the boat alone, and he will definitely not be able to catch up, so as long as he arrives before the start of school in September in the fall.

So he stayed at Mr. Cliffor's house for a while, and the two of them discussed the use of moves every day in addition to practicing swords.

From early morning to dusk, from small one-handed rapier to large-handed broadsword, they played almost all over the time.

After two weeks of recuperation, and not going out to drink, Cliffor's mind seemed to be much clearer, and his whole person seemed to be in good spirits, and his tongue was no longer knotted when he spoke.

However, carefree times always pass quickly, and after half a year, Cliffor has to face a headache: there is no money!

Money was not a problem for Renard, and he touched the cowhide bag around his waist and pulled out a few dull silver coins: "Is it enough?"

Cleaver's eyes widened at the time, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and then he said in a helpless tone: "I don't remember what I once said, barren land needs no mercy. ”

Renard shrugged his shoulders: "It's the tuition I paid, don't count it, I don't want to pay it yet." ”

As he spoke, he showed a nonchalant expression, and was about to put the money back in his pocket.

Cliffor snatched the silver coin with lightning speed, and taunted him as he put it in his arms: "Remember, don't show your wealth when you venture out in the future, because if the price is enough, even your companions won't mind stabbing you twice, especially in the barrens." ”

Renard smiled and nodded yes, he still knew that the wealth was not exposed.

Cliffor put on his equipment, picked up the long sword that had not been used for a long time, and said, "Let's go, it's time for actual combat." ”

Reynard suddenly cheered up and asked excitedly, "Where are we going?"