Wei Dongwei martial arts field, the autumn is high and cool, the wind blows the leaves, the mountains and forests are swaggering, and the air of slaughter is blown down. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lian Li was dressed in light gold arms, his crown was tied up, his face was solemn, and his face was solemn.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, opened her eyes again, her eyes were calm, she slowly raised her hand, raised the long sword in her hand, roared angrily, waved her hand and cut off the long sword in her hand, and her target was cut off by her!

The breeze blew, and someone strode under the shade of the tree, came to the stump in front of Lian Li, glanced at it, and shook his head: "Your Majesty, it's not cut like this." ”

Lian Lizheng looked at a pale yellow knife cut out of the stump, and when he heard Hong Wujun say this, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly turned the sword in his hand over, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and gestured to the other side of the stake.

"It's not a matter of cutting left and right. Hong Wujun's forehead jumped up, and he finally held back the inexplicable anger, and patiently explained: "The knife cuts the sword and stabs the whip, you can't use the whip to stab people, just like you can't use the sword to cut the stake." ”

Lian Li's face was full of shame, put away the sword in his hand, and said, "There is General Lao to teach you." ”

"Your Majesty needs no politeness. Remember, don't hold the hilt of the sword with both hands, pay attention to the posture you hold. ”

"But the sword is a bit heavy. ”

"Hold it, and when it becomes your hand, it will be light. Hong Wujun raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Why don't you let me learn to practice?" Lian Li asked curiously, waving the long sword in his hand. She is more interested in the world of cultivation written in the book "Shocking Hung".

Hong Wujun looked a little surprised and said, "Your Majesty likes to practice?"

"Legend has it that a cultivator kills one person in a hundred steps, isn't it even more powerful?" Lian Lidao waved the sword in his hand and gestured twice, "The sword is too rigid, it's so long." ”

Hong Wujun thought seriously for a while and replied, "Cultivation is not easy, and innate qualifications are very important. ”

"Isn't my qualification good?" Lian Li looked at Hong Wujun anxiously and earnestly, "Master Xu has seen it before, and he shook his head vigorously, is it because I am not a Heavenly Spirit Root?"

Heavenly Spirit Root is also another name for Single Spirit Root, no matter which of the five elements, as long as the qualification is extremely pure, it is a superior talent for cultivation, and all countries in the world cannot ask for it.

Hong Wujun's raised eyebrows furrowed again, a little embarrassed.

If it's a Heavenly Spirit Root or a Double Spirit Root, it's okay to say, but it's not just that His Majesty is like this in front of him.

Once, Xu Ziqing, as the emperor's Mr. Xi, was very worried, and even invited people in the temple to probe His Majesty's qualifications.

It wasn't until Xu Ziqing reported to the Queen Mother afterwards that he learned about it at that time: it is rumored that the little emperor's cultivation qualifications are extremely poor, and the so-called miscellaneous spirit roots of ordinary people are only taking into account the three attributes at most, while the little emperor of Wei is ...... All five elements are complete.

Taking into account both gold, wood, water, fire and earth, that is, the most wasted qualification in the world, there is no one, even if the people of the temple take a look at him, it can be regarded as a great blessing for this cultivation waste.

Specialization and purity, miscellaneous roots are polluted, this is the most simple truth. However, at this time, His Majesty looked at himself with anticipation, how could he say this?

Hong Wujun's face remained unchanged, but he said in a tone that coaxed a child: "Your Majesty is extremely talented, and the people of the temple have invited him several times. It's just that the king of a country has no reason to go to Nanchu to practice, and the queen mother also rejected the other party's sincerity. ”

"Really?" Lian Li's face was suspicious, and he always felt that this was not very credible.

"Really. Hong Wujun said sincerely, waved his hand again, ordered someone to change the wooden sword used for practice, and continued to His Majesty the Emperor of Wei, "Cultivation and physical arts, the two are in harmony with each other inside and outside, but you can only choose one to learn. Compared with the unattainable nature of cultivation, learning physical arts and martial arts may be more practical for His Majesty. ”

This made Hong Wujun himself a little weak-hearted, and His Majesty the Emperor is estimated to be the weakest in the history of the Great Wei. He remembered that seven years ago, when the embankment in Duanzhou burst and coincided with the fire in the Wei Palace, the little emperor was so scared that he was seriously ill for three months. He didn't have much hope before he came.

Sure enough, after so many days of hard teaching, he didn't learn his fists and feet, so he was tired enough first. He was really afraid that one day His Majesty would die if he practiced the sword and swung himself, but to his surprise, the little emperor's memory was very good, and the footwork he had taught could be remembered in his heart, and he memorized it like a stream, but it was a pity that there were always all kinds of mistakes when he practiced.

That wouldn't be of much use either. At the time of battle, do you want Your Majesty to recite a scripture to influence the enemy?

"Why can't you learn both?" Lian Li took the wooden sword handed over by others, waved it, and found that the wooden sword was more suitable, and he didn't have to worry about where he accidentally drew it.

Hong Wujun couldn't help laughing, he had a good impression of the naïve little emperor, and patiently explained:

"Cultivation is difficult, how long is a person's life? Being able to be promoted to a cultivator and enter the temple to study is already a world beyond the reach of the vast majority of people. The same is true for martial arts, but it is more basic and easy to understand. For example, the practice is a noble bird's nest, which requires great energy and material resources. However, physical skills are a big radish that everyone can eat, less to strengthen the body, and more to kill thousands of enemies. ”

Lian Li nodded ignorantly, as if he didn't understand: "General Hong is a martial artist?"

"Most of the generals of the Great Wei are pure martial artists, such as Weichen, such as Uncle Weiguo, and they all rely on a little bit of immediate effort. ”

"Where's Uncle Wang?"

Hong Wujun smiled slightly and said, "I haven't heard of King Jing's kung fu." However, our Great Wei King Jing is strategic, and he does not need to use force, and one plan is enough to kill a thousand troops. ”

Lian Li's face was adoring, and she was even more curious about the various stories of King Jing in her heart, thinking of the strange thing that happened many years ago, she pursed her lips slightly, shook her head and pressed it from her mind.

Seven years ago, after the Palace of Eternal Life burned down, she also did everything possible to think of King Jing's words, such as taking the child's innocent curiosity and asking him how he appeared on the bloody night, such as asking how her short-lived father and the emperor died, and then asking him what was the affair with his mother......

King Jing didn't say much except for sending some gadgets as always, as well as some words of encouragement from his elders, so that even Lili had to wonder if anyone had received the letter he wrote.

"What is martial arts?" Hong Wujun took a wooden sword from the shelf next to him and patiently explained, he gestured beside Lian Li, and took a step back steadily, but the whole person's body movements were extremely stable, like a big bow that was slowly opened, and motioned to Lian Li to watch his movements, "Before, seek stability first, and only when you stabilize the inside can you cut the outside." Stop, one foot, toes up, heels down, one front and one back......"

Lian Li, who was clumsily studying on the side, painted a gourd, and just took a step forward, but was quickly hit on the knee by Hong Wujun with a wooden sword, and almost knelt down all at once.

"The horse is unstable. ”

"Lack of waist strength. ”

"The pace is too big. ”

"Toes up!"

"Hold this position for half a pillar of incense!"

Hong Wujun's voice was loud, and every time he spoke, the wooden sword in his hand quickly hit the joints of Lian Li's various forces, although the strength was not large, but every time it could make Lian Li, who was already swaying, blush, and almost lay on the ground.