For three days in a row, they only practiced the swing knife style, and many people slowly persevered, at this time, the officers and soldiers came out and said: "The starting style of the knife, you have basically learned the basics, as long as you insist on practicing in the future, let's learn the attack method of the knife." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"The commonly used attack methods of the knife are splitting, piercing, chopping, teasing, chopping, collapsing, picking, pointing, and eight, and our Datang official only takes one of the splits, chopping, chopping, and chopping, and the three are the main compositions, of course, it does not mean that only these three other ones are not used. Others are also often used in actual combat, but these three are the most important parts of our official kung fu composition. ”

"Now, you start to slash horizontally a thousand times, jump a thousand times, and slash a thousand times a day, and then I will teach you the introductory moves when you are proficient, and you can't use internal force at all."

After the officers and soldiers finished speaking, after demonstrating a few times, let everyone start practicing alone.

Zhiwei carefully looked at the moves of the officers and soldiers, and began to simulate them in his mind, slashing out one after another, slowly imitating them.

After a thousand times, he switched to the side slash again, and after the side slash practice, he continued to jump and slash, and after the cycle, he found that his physical strength was fine, and he repeated the cycle.

After practicing again and again, he became more and more proficient in the feeling of wooden knives, and slowly the three ways began to be constantly transformed, chopping, chopping, chopping, and converting more and more proficiently, faster and faster. In the end, there were many apparitions.

The people next to him looked at him dumbfounded, not knowing if it was real or fake.

The second-generation disciples immediately ran over, and when they saw Zhiwei's skillful conversion and hand speed, they didn't know what to say.

After he had practiced a thousand more times, the second-generation disciple asked, "Have you ever learned a knife before?" ”

Zhiwei shook his head and said, "No, I haven't learned martial arts before. ”

"Then why don't you participate in the inner disciple election?"

"I participated, but I just gave up studying."

"What are you participating in, how can I let you go?"

"Tournament election. Later, I gave up in order to study. ”

"Are you the one who gave up after defeating the Jia people?"

"Seems to be, right? What's wrong. ”

"Oh, nothing. Are you sure you haven't practiced martial arts? ”

"No, what's wrong." Zhiwei asked puzzled

"Oh, it's nothing," the second-generation disciple immediately ran into the inner courtyard of the Tang Dynasty Mansion to report.

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In the Tang Dynasty Mansion, the chief asked, "Has his sword function danced out of the shadow of the sword?" And it's the first time playing with knives? ”

The second-generation disciple didn't dare to hide it and said, "Yes, I asked him, and it was indeed his first time touching the sword, and I think he was born with great strength. ’

The chief shook his head and said, "People who are born with great strength may not be able to dance with a sword, I'll take a look." ”

When the chief walked out, Zhiwei was still waving the wooden knife, one thousand three hundred and sixty-one, one thousand three hundred and sixty-two, he kept counting.

The chief saw that Zhiwei was surrounded by wooden knives, and sighed: "It's been a long time since I've seen someone wield a wooden knife so fast." ”

The second-generation disciple nodded and said, "Do you want me to tell him to stop?" ”

The chief waved his hand and said, "No, let's watch." ”

When Zhiwei slashed 2,000 in a row, he finally felt a little tired and stopped.

At this time, the chief came over with the second-generation disciple and asked, "Do you want to be an inner disciple?" ”

Zhiwei shook his head and said, "No, I still have to study now." ”

"We also have a book club here, you can read here."

"Still no, I learned very well from the teacher, and I don't want to be separated."

The chief was not reluctant, and said, "When you want to do it, you can come to me." ”

After walking away, the chief said to the second-generation disciples, "Check his origin." ”

The second-generation disciple was stunned for a moment and asked, "Does he have a problem?" ”

The chief shook his head and said, "It should be fine, it just feels strange, you check it first, I'm telling you." ”

"Okay."

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When Zhiwei came to the book club, the master saw that he was still waving his hands and asked, "How is your martial arts practice today?" Is it a hand injury? ”

Zhiwei stopped his hand and said happily: "Master, my hand is not injured today, and the head of the sect began to teach us moves today. ”

When the master heard him ask, he smiled and said, "You are really a martial arts idiot, but since you have started to practice martial arts, then I will teach you a poem." ”

When Zhiwei heard that class was coming, he immediately sat upright, opened the book, and prepared for the next class.

The Master said, "Today we will not talk about the contents of the textbook. ”

Then he turned around and wrote a poem on the board.

"Song of Easy Water"

"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return.

Explore the tiger's den and enter the Jiao Palace, look up to the sky and exhale into a white rainbow. ”

The Master began to read word by word.

There was a little sadness in his mouth: "The wind is sluggish, the water is cold, and the strong man is gone, and he will not return." ”

Zhiwei listened to the master's voice and slowly felt like the strong man who said goodbye in the bleak autumn wind and cold water.

"Explore the tiger's den, enter the Jiao Palace"

He was standing in front of the Tiger's Den Jiao Palace, and his long exhalation came out into a white rainbow.

When the master sang the whole poem, he saw Zhiwei's face full of tears. Didn't bother him.

After a while, Zhiwei wiped his tears with a hand towel.

The Master asked, "What do you feel in this poem?" ”

Zhiwei replied: "Sadness, the sorrow of a strong man." ”

"Okay, let me tell me the background of this poem...

After the master finished talking about "Yi Shui Han", he asked, "What kind of person do you think Jing Ke is?" ”

Zhiwei thought for a while and said, "A strong man, a chivalrous man." Be the first in the world. Dare to sacrifice one's life for righteousness. ”

The master patted him and said, "That's right, why do you think a martial artist should learn martial arts?" ”

Zhiwei immediately replied: "Use your own martial arts to interpret what you think in your heart." ”

"What is Jing Ke thinking?"

"Serve the country and settle the world."

"That's right, a martial artist must have what he thinks in his heart, and not use martial arts as a traitor, remember."

"Today, the most important purpose of teaching you this poem is to tell you that learning martial arts is to calm your heart, even if you give your life, you must stick to what you think."

"Master, what if someone stands in the way?"

"Kill it."

"What about relatives?"

"Discard."

"What about multiple people blocking it?"

"Kill it."

"There is no right or wrong in the world, as long as you insist, insist on your own heart, your own ideals, such as the plum in the cold snow, even if no one appreciates it, it must bloom, as long as you do it, then you have a clear conscience."

"Master, if everyone thinks you are wrong, do you still need to persevere?"

"Yes, there is no right or wrong road, only persistence."

"Taught." Zhiwei knelt down and bowed to his master.