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In the curling fragrance of tea, perilla holds bamboo slips. With a solemn and serious look and joy in his eyes, he unfolded the bamboo slips, the first piece was a yellow-green blank, and the second piece was written with thin and elegant ancient characters, accompanied by bamboo incense, with a bookish atmosphere.

Gently read those three words: "Walk on the song." ”

Fight the sword and sing, and walk on the song. The road ahead is bleak, and there is no good luck. Sing as you like, sing as you like. The heavens and the earth are big, and my heart is free! I come with a sword and go away with a sword. Hurry, hurry, when the big white floats!

I have marched freely in the four realms of Kyushu for more than 800 years, two years to build the foundation, three years to become a Dan, eight years to turn into a baby, and leave this bamboo slip for inheritance on the occasion of reincarnation. During the years of traveling around the world, I met a man who wrote the poem "Chivalrous Journey", and I was very happy, and I stayed here for future generations to observe.

Chivalrous Walk

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, crazy like a meteor.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward.

will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan.

Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light.

After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born.

Save Zhao with a golden hammer, Handan was shocked first.

Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City.

The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world.

Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical

Chivalrous travel! I acted like this at that time!

Walking on the song, not sticking to weapons and sword moves, every move and stroke are self-evolved by the heart, which is a synthesis of sound attack and sword tricks.

Step on the footwork, take the road that others can't take, move and transfer is not smooth, and it is useful to fight to the death in a group battle alone!

The song is out and the artistic conception appears, if you are in the realm. The practice of the unincarnated monks as a supreme method is of great benefit and the artistic conception of the gods. The younger generations don't pay attention to the song words that walk on the song!

Behavior is fast, stepping on the sword and going 90,000 miles must be called Kunpeng Mo Wang!

The foundation is the foundation, don't look down on the four types of mother swordsmanship of hitting, stabbing, gridding, and washing, from simple to complex, from complex to simplified!

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The bamboo slips don't seem to be much, but I didn't finish reading the shiso until noon. Rubbing his eyebrows tiredly, Xiaoyao senior, what type of brush do you use, this small character is comparable to an ant!

The bamboo slips were completely unfolded, and a piece of bamboo slips at the end of the volume was inlaid with a white jade, on which were written the two words of chic and elegant, and there was a sentence on the bamboo piece, "Junior boy, give you a wake-up call, save a while and scold the old man!"

"The temperament of the predecessors is free and interesting, and they sing and walk, creating such exercises, I don't know how chic and wanton the predecessors were back then. With a move in his mind, the tables and chairs in the room receded, and he was in the middle of a jungle. Raising his hand for a while, the surrounding trees did not change, and with a slight startled smile, Shiso smiled bitterly and found an axe, cut down a tree with the lowest age and a thickness of one person, and carved it into a rough wooden figure to practice the four styles of striking, stabbing, latticing, and washing.

Strike: refers to the use of the front end of the sword blade, that is, the blade of the sword to peck, strike, such as point sword, collapse sword, fencing, etc......

Stabbing method: refers to attacking the opponent with the tip of the sword through the flexion and extension of the arm, such as the stabbing sword in various ways and directions......

Grid: refers to the use of sword blade slashing, sweeping, slashing, intercepting and other swordsmanship to attack or intercept the opponent......

Washing method: refers to the sliding of the blade, the swing of the sword, the point of focus to form a straight line or an arc, such as with the sword, draw the sword, wipe the sword, pick the sword, sharpen the sword, etc......

Shisu carried a rough wooden sword with a layer of burlap wrapped around the hilt of the sword, and stared directly at the wooden man in front of him. The words on the bamboo slip slipped through my heart little by little......

The sword is stabbed, the tip of the sword is straight to the target, the arm is stretched out from the bend to the sword in a straight line, and the force reaches the tip of the sword!

The first move, flat stab, the tip of the sword is level with the chest. Bang! The wooden sword with the addition of a solid and solidified talisman intersected with the wooden man, making a crunch sound similar to that of metal.

A sword stabbed out, Shisu constantly adjusted the strength of his wrist, the angle, the speed and height of the sword, the sound of bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,

Shiso's speed became faster and faster, until it reached the limit of the physical body that could not mobilize spiritual power before it stopped. Panting, spreading out his palm, the body that had been washed by spiritual power many times also appeared in an obvious condition, his right arm trembled slightly, and although the palm was not broken, it was red and painful.

"Switch to your left hand. Zi Su looked at the right hand of the red Tongtong up a twist, if the right hand can not be used in the future fight, the left hand is not used to holding the sword, what should I do?

This time it was an upward stab, the tip of the sword was higher than the chest and the level of the head! The wooden man's head was gradually covered with white spots in the upward stabbing again and again.

His left arm trembled, and the tip of his sword trembled, as if he couldn't hold it. The hot pain in the palm of his hand was far less than the pain of tearing his soul when he entered reincarnation, but Shiso was indeed aggrieved and shed tears.

Looking at the wooden sword in his hand, Zisu couldn't help but think of Zhao Zichen who was far away in Canglan City, who was also learning to practice swords, and Zhao Zichen had his father guarding, instructing, and sparring on the side, and someone was with him. She can only grope alone, following the boring practice of bamboo slips, and she doesn't know whether it's right or wrong, and no one corrects her.

The low, suppressed cry grew louder and louder, and Shiso curled up and hugged her knees and buried her head in crying. Anyway, there's no one here, and Chi is still sleeping, so let's cry! Cry happily! No one knows! No one laughs at it! It's okay to be vulnerable, there's no enemy here, don't worry! Cry happily.......

The whimpering cry became louder and louder, and Shiso changed from curling up to lying on the grass, burying his face in the soft purple velvet grass and crying loudly, as if he wanted to cry out all the grievances, worries, fears, dazedness, and sorrows in his past and present lives, and vent all the injustices to God and fate. In the entire space, only the cry of Shiso was heard in the distance, slowly dissipating, or returning from the forest and the stones, overlapping with new cries.

Shiso's slightly suppressed cry is heartbreaking! Heartbreaking! I can't help but want to cry together!

The wooden sword was still tightly held in his hand, Shiso's face was buried in the thick purple velvet grass, and the bamboo slips fell casually to his side.

It seems that she has been crying for a long time, and Shisu herself doesn't remember how long she cried, but she felt that her voice seemed to be hoarse, her eyes were sour and painful, and her body was very weak and seemed to have no strength at all.

Dragging a body that hardly belonged to him, Shiso struggled to get up and sit down against the wooden figure, hugging his knees, looking at the bamboo slips that he could reach by stretching out his arms in front of him. The eyes were so uncomfortable that the eyes of the unconsciously shisu were lowered little by little, leaning on the wooden man, and shisu fell asleep like this.

The wooden sword was held in his arms, and the tears on his face were not dry.

She was so tired, she was only a child who was almost four years old in this life......

Where the white mist was hidden, Shiso's long cry caused a slight fluctuation in the depths of the white mist......

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