In the courtyard, Wu Ming was holding a mottled wooden sword, practicing swordsmanship one move at a time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There is no name for this set of sword moves he is practicing now, but it is just the most basic swordsmanship of the Zeng family, which is divided into nine styles, which are divided into three stabbing styles, three picking styles, and three slashing styles. Stabbing, picking, and slashing are the three most basic methods of using the sword, each method derives three styles, and each of the three styles can be mixed, although it seems simple, but contains infinite variables.

Liu Lao said, although this set of sword moves is basic, it contains mysteries, and it is the introductory swordsmanship of the Zeng family's supreme sword dao mastery "Tongtian Sword Codex".

The swordsmanship was naturally taught by Liu Lao.

The charm of Changjing rice wine is difficult to measure, especially for an alcoholic like Liu Lao. Although the government stipulated that concubines and relatives could not practice Taoism and martial arts without Wu Yu's personal nodding and consent, Liu Lao still agreed to Wu Ming's request in the third second when he looked at the wine glass.

Next to him, Liu Lao stood still with a depressed face, squinting at him practicing his sword, while holding a small gourd and pouring wine into his mouth.

"The old man is very cunning."

Wu Ming remembered that after Liu Lao taught him a set of swordsmanship, he vaguely mentioned that he could teach him more tricks, of course, the price was to exchange the remaining wine in the house, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.

Of course Wu Ming is not stupid, as a great monk, the method taught by Liu Lao is naturally precious, but the value of Changjing rice wine is even higher than this. Don't you see Liu Lao's cultivation, can't you get a jar of Changjing rice wine? If it weren't for Wu Ming mentioning Xiaojunhou, Wu Yu would definitely not give him this jar of wine.

In the future, you can find ways to learn the tricks in the sect, but the value of Changjing rice wine can't be squeezed dry, and you need to develop it more.

Wu Ming, who was practicing the sword, suddenly grinned, which made Liu Lao, who was standing on the side in a daze, tremble for a while, and there was always a bad premonition in his heart.

"Young sprouts, people are small and big." Muttered a few words, Liu Lao could only drink with his head bored, he drank the medicinal wine in the gourd he carried, the wine had a mellow aroma and unique taste, he was reluctant to drink more in the past, but the more he drank today, the less interested he became.

Compared with Changjing rice wine, the taste of this medicinal wine is worse than that of grandma's house.

"If you don't drink it, you won't drink it, and I'll go to sleep."

The more he drank, the more boring Liu Lao drank the full gourd wine, threw the gourd to the ground, and left by himself, and then watched Wu Ming practice swords, he was afraid that he couldn't help but knock out a few bags on this kid's head.

When Liu Lao walked away and saw no one, Wu Ming stopped his sword move, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a faint sense of excitement rose in his heart. Just now, Liu Lao was not good at using his sword intent, and he was afraid that the old man would see what clues, but now that the old man finally left, he could let go of his courage and use his strongest hole card without any scruples.

In his previous life, he used white bones to cultivate the sword intent of the grandmaster level, although he had not yet set foot on the threshold of cultivation of qi refining, but with the sword intent alone, he could split mountains and cut stones, penetrating copper and iron like tissue paper, and even immortal figures such as Jian Tianjun were trapped in the bamboo array he laid with sword intent for three days and three nights. In this life, he obtained the white bones earlier, and sooner or later he will be able to condense the sword intent of the grandmaster level, and even if he can't practice at that time, he can protect himself, and if the great heavenly monarch of the world does not come out, no one can hurt him in the slightest.

I just don't know how powerful the sword intent can be now when it only gathers a few threads.

Thinking in his heart, his hands did not move slowly. Wu Ming clenched the long sword, placed it horizontally in front of his chest, moved his left foot back and stepped forward with his right foot for half a step, making a posture of pulling the bowstring, and then mobilized the sword intent in his mind, guiding the gray-white sword intent out of his brain and wrapping it around the wooden sword and sword. After the sword intent entered the body of the wooden sword, there was no change on the surface, only Wu Ming himself could feel that the wooden sword became a lot lighter, and the blade of the sword faintly revealed a palpitating edge, as if the dead thing of the wooden sword had a soul and will, and wanted to cut through everything that stood in front of it.

Wu Ming had no doubt that even if the wooden sword did not have a blade, if he touched the blade with his hand at this time, it would definitely cut a wound.

This is the role of the will of the sword, and the will of the kendo is the will of the sword! Even if the sword is a dead thing, the sword intent can infuse it with a sharp soul!

After setting up the starting hand of the sword move, Wu Ming took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

The next moment, he lunged forward, and with the strength of the step, his upper body shot forward like a spring, and the wooden sword in his hand was like an arrow that really left the bow, stabbing the air in front of him quickly and fiercely with irretrievable momentum.

At this moment, the air froze for a moment, making a "stinging" sound.

The first type of the stabbing three, sudden!

Sudden, a simple single word, expresses the essence of the three stabbing styles. Thrust thrust, stab first, stab after stab, stab in front of stab!

The strength of the whole body, from the tip of the toe to the hilt of the palm of the hand to the tip of the sword, was all twisted together, with only one purpose, to make the sword stab out faster and more accurately. A small dot seemed to appear in front of Wu Ming's eyes, and the closer the tip of the sword was to that point, the bigger that point became, until the tip of the sword was completely pierced at that point, that point was hidden.

Wu Ming knew that in fact, there was no such point in the air, it was just an illusion born under his extreme mental concentration.

Piercing that point, the spearhead of the long sword slammed into it.

In the next second, the fierce momentum dissipated, and Wu Ming took back the wooden sword that had been castrated with the sword in his hand. In this process, the wooden sword is like a wicker by the pond, hanging low, soft as a woman's body, without a trace of rigidity.

The second type of the three thorns, the willow brush.

The willow is a sword-collecting style, not a sword, so there is no need to show the edge, but it gives people the illusion of low momentum. However, this move is by no means to make the sword momentum really low, but to hide the edge inside, and wait for it, and at the same time, the sword blade that is recovered like a willow branch must not be underestimated, it seems to be weak because of exhaustion, but in fact, it can still cut stones and break gold.

The sword recovered seven points, and before he could regain all his strength, Wu Ming's body turned suddenly, like thunder, like light passing through. The long sword swirled around his waist, and with the force of the sudden turn, it stabbed back into the air with lightning speed.

The third type of stabbing three, the goose turns back.

When Liu Lao taught him this style, he once said: "The goose has a beak, attacking it with a blade, between advancing and retreating, the body moves with the wind, retracts and releases freely, and the darkness is the avenue of heaven and earth." ”

This time around, it is not just a thorn, but three points.

The positions of the three points are the same, and the shades are not the same. The first point of the sword is a little before that point in the air, the second point is on the previous point, and the third point is after the second point.

The three points are connected in a straight line, and the previous point is pierced in the center.

One receiving, one turn and three stabs, between the transformation of strength, Xuan Ao is very, Liu Lao did not perfunctory him, and the nine-style sword moves he taught him are already the ultimate in basic swordsmanship.

After the three styles were finished, Wu Ming put away his sword and stood upright, realized for a moment, and slowly walked to the rockery in front of him.

Just now, he condensed the sword intent on the tip of the sword, and involuntarily shot out when he used the "Goose Turning Back" style, remembering that he was going in the direction of the rockery.

The rockery is about six or seven steps away from where Wu Ming practiced his sword, and the mountain is made up of several pieces of black and blue oval rocks stacked on top of each other, with many cracks and dust in between. The rockery is the only ornament in Wu Ming's yard, his status in the house is not high, he lives in a small house and a small courtyard, and placing a rockery in the yard is already for the sake of his face after all, he is still the blood of the Wu family.

But at this time, Wu Ming didn't care about these, he looked at the rockery in a daze, and reached out to stroke one of the small holes. The small hole was not an inch in diameter, and if you looked closely, it was a tiny dot, and the edge was as smooth as a mirror, not like it could be polished by nature, but as if it had been made out of stone with a fine tool.

Wu Ming walked to the other side of the rockery again, and found an identical hole in the same position as the small hole.

The sword intent that stabbed out of the air, with the sword move, was formless and colorless, and it actually shot through the thigh-thick stone on the rockery in front of him!

How powerful is the Nameless Sword Intent, there is no need to try again. Wu Ming was sure that it was the real monk who had entered the Qi Refining Gate, and after taking this one, he would also wear a hole of the same size on his body. If it was aimed at the chest, throat, or other vital point, the monk would die on the spot!

The basic sword move practiced by a mortal, with a few traces of nameless sword intent, was so powerful that Wu Ming couldn't wait for the moment when his sword intent Xiaocheng reached the realm of the grandmaster.

"You don't have to think much about the strength of the sword intent, you just need to wait for the white bones to be cultivated, and now you just need to find a cultivation method that suits you."

Put away the wooden sword and return to the room, in order to calm the blood that had just practiced the sword, Wu Ming held a copy of the "Compendium of Princes", sat at the desk and read it silently, until he was extremely calm for a while, he put down the book and let out a long breath.

With the knowledge of his two lives, he really went to participate in the township examination two years later, and it was easy to be admitted to the imperial examination. Fame was at his fingertips, which made him occasionally doubt his choices.

Choosing to practice instead of career, isn't this a sacrifice of the basics?

If you continue to pursue the path of cultivation and fail, and the scientific research is delayed here, then you will not grasp the two ends of the end, and one side will not be grasped.

However, now that the sword intent has been formed and he has learned the swordsmanship, his belief is much stronger. And the hole card on his body now is not only sword intent.

Thinking of this, he reached out and lifted his coat, untied the belt around his waist, revealing his white underwear. I saw a light purple armor firmly tied to the outside of the close-fitting underwear, the armor was extremely thin, the light was blazing, and its surface faintly had strange dark purple lines, those lines were like water waves, bending in one direction regularly, like the scales on the body of a fish.

His close-fitting armor has an extraordinary origin, and his full name is Zijiao Dragon Scale Armor, commonly known as Zijiao Armor. According to legend, ten years ago, Wu Yu, the king of Changshan, went out to train the army and accidentally broke into a purple Jiao's lair. The purple Jiao has two feet and two feet, and when Wu Yu entered, the purple Jiao was molting, and there were already signs of Jackie Chan. Wu Yu was happy to see the hunt, and led his subordinate soldiers to fight with Zijiao for three days and three nights, beating Zijiao, who was molting weakly, seriously injured and fled, leaving a newly molted Jiao skin more than ten zhang long and covered with purple scales.

After Wu Yu brought the purple Jiao skin home, he ordered someone to find one of the best armor casting craftsmen in the dynasty, divided the Jiao skin into dozens of parts, and each part was made into this kind of armor for body protection, and distributed it to the heirs and relatives.

Don't underestimate this purple armor, its hard and firm, it can be described as invulnerable, although it can't compare to the Daomen Lingbao, but when it comes to defense and life-saving ability, ordinary magic weapons can't catch up with one or two.

In terms of true value, the dragon is a creature with noble blood, and just a piece of Jiaojia is worth an ordinary spiritual treasure.

"It's really difficult to practice by ordinary methods, so I'll sell this purple Jiaojia to the sect in exchange for some heaven and earth spirit treasures and immortal pills. There are countless elixirs and treasures in the world, I don't believe it, my body is no longer suitable for cultivation, and I can't practice if I eat elixir every day? ”

The purple Jiaojia has been worn on Wu Ming since it was created and sent out by Wu Yu ten years ago, and Wu Ming is reluctant to sell the purple Jiaojia like this. But for him now, he can do whatever it takes to achieve the goal of cultivation, and no matter how good the armor is, the wearer is still worthless if he does not practice it.

With the white bones and precious Jiao armor that condensed the sword intent, he had a little more confidence in his future cultivation path.

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