Geng Yan taught Meng'er little by little from the basic steps, to the stretching, coordination, strength, and then to the movements. Meng'er's receptivity surprised him quickly, making him think that she was a natural martial arts wizard, but the reality made him shake his head, this is impossible, it's just that the girl's natural flexibility and coordination are better, Geng Yan comforted himself so much.

Soon a day passed, and Meng'er was lying on the bed, and the whole person seemed to fall apart. She missed the feeling of picking up the sword, but now her brother didn't give her the sword to practice, for fear that she would get the wound again. However, she also felt satisfied that she could practice her movements purely. There has to be a process for everything, and she has to learn to go step by step, and she is not in a hurry.

The next morning, Meng'er woke up early and realized that she had completed a 20-lap morning run in the garden. As soon as he finished running, Geng Yan appeared.

"The eldest lady is very hardworking!" Geng Yan teased with a face. Meng'er ignored his sloppy face and looked at Geng Yan with a sunny face. "Master morning! Skills are good at diligence, and waste is down. Meng'er, just started to learn, of course you have to be diligent and learn! ”

Geng Yan didn't expect Meng'er to answer like this, and suddenly, he felt that his sometimes pickiness was unnecessary. So, he straightened up and said, "Let's start training." ”

Geng Yan slowly explained to Meng'er, and he was much more patient with yesterday in terms of posture. Maybe it was the consciousness of the morning dream that began to move him. At first, he thought she was just fun, and he didn't pay much attention to teaching her. However, at the end of the day yesterday, he knew that she was very tired, but he never said that he would not practice, or that he would not stop cutting corners on his arrangement. So, he began to be moved by her seriousness.

After an hour......

"Why do I think you're not very focused today?" Geng Yan looked at the dream that was obviously a little wilted, and couldn't help but ask. However, she did not answer, but continued to repeat her movements. "What's wrong with you?" He couldn't bear it anymore and continued to ask.

"I, I, I'm ......" Meng'er stopped moving, and looked at Geng Yan with mournful eyes.

"What are you? Say anything, and I won't embarrass you! "Meng'er said, 'Are you embarrassed that I still have less?' looked at Geng Yan with an expression. "Well, I mean really. As long as you say it, I'll try to satisfy you! Geng Yan couldn't stand it and said, he couldn't stand the girl looking at him with this expression, he would rather dream of being fierce or lively and cheerful.

"I'll practice with a sword!" Meng'er saw Geng Yan loosen his mouth and immediately asked. However, after Geng Yan heard this, he pulled his hair in annoyance, thinking that he would not agree to you so quickly if he knew that he had already known the way.

"Brother Jun, if I ask that I can't give you a sword, it will be at least a month later!"

"It's okay, isn't my brother here? He won't know the truth. ”

"This ......"

"Master!" Meng'er began to sell cuteness again.

"Okay. Then you can only take it, you are a bit more destructive. Moreover, I'm afraid that Brother Jun will come back suddenly, and I will not be able to finish eating and walking around! ”

"You're so afraid of my brother?"

"No, I just promised him!" As he spoke, he took a sword and put it in Meng'er's hand. "The hands should be steady, strong, and the wrists should be flexible."

Then, Meng'er practiced with a sword. Beginners usually have a sword that is not heavy, but beginners have not practiced the corresponding movements and muscles, and at first they will have arm pain and wrist soreness, and they will soon be unable to lift the sword. However, Meng'er was unexpected, and the more she practiced, the more energetic she became.

"Meng'er, have you practiced swordsmanship with Brother Jun before?"

"Nope!"

Then, Geng Yan didn't speak again, just looked at Meng'er, who was becoming more and more proficient, and felt that she should hold a sword. Up and down, exuding a heroic temperament. Geng Yan thought that this girl was quite suitable for sword practice, and Meng'er wailed and pulled Geng Yan back to reality.

"What's the matter?" He ran over and looked at the melancholy dream.

"Look at my hands." Meng'er stretched out her red palm in front of Geng Yan.

"Holding a sword should not be held to death, but it should be hollow like a brush, so that you can use your fingers to grasp the hilt of the sword flexibly. The hand and the sword are like a pair of lovers, the grip is too tight, and the friction between the sword and the hand is too great to hurt the hand; A pair of lovers who grasp everything too tightly will have friction and eventually hurt each other. So, you have to master a degree and control it flexibly. ”

After hearing this, Meng'er held the sword high in his right hand and shouted in his mouth: "The sword of man is one!" Ha Lu Ha! ”

"Ha Lu Ha. Ha your head. I've read too many martial arts novels, right? Geng Yan glanced at Meng'er angrily. Let's go for a break and continue in the afternoon! With that, he left.

Meng'er looked at Geng Yan who walked out of the training room coolly, this person really changed his face faster than a woman. I was talking to myself just now, but in a blink of an eye, I changed back to such a dead fish face. It's a shame that he still thinks he's a little Zhengtai, hum, dead fish face.

In the afternoon, the training room ......

The afternoon sun shines warmly through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the training room. Meng'er pushed open the door, only to see Geng Yan dancing a sword in the center of the room, the sword light and shadow, like a phoenix dancing and a dragon soaring; I saw a circle of long swords, from bottom to top, obliquely pulling out a sword, the momentum was strong, and the posture was agile; Turning around again, he saw Meng'er watching at the door, steadily retracted his movements, and stood still: "It's coming!" ”

"Yes, master!" Seeing that Meng'er was no longer silent, Geng Yan restrained his breath and began to lecture.

Geng Yan explained while correcting Meng'er's movements. While listening to Meng'er, she pondered Gengyan's words, thinking that she could better master the skills of swordsmanship. Maybe I haven't moved for too long, and Meng'er started to take the land in detail in the afternoon and felt tired. The action is not as in place as before.

After an hour, Geng Yan saw her shrugging her head more and more, so she said, "That's all for this week's practice." Go back to school, and if you can, remember to go for a morning run every morning! ”

"Well, yes, master!" Meng'er still replied listlessly.

At dinner, Cang Haijun looked at Meng'er and shrugged his head, and asked with some worry, "Meng'er, what's wrong?" If you're too tired and your body can't bear it, don't practice. ”

"Brother, I'm fine! It may be that the amount of exercise has increased all of a sudden, and it is just a little tired! Meng'er smiled and comforted Cang Haijun.

"Meng'er, is it ......" Cang Haijun hesitated to ask, and when he saw Meng'er looking at him suspiciously, he relented and continued: "Is it because of the last shooting, are you afraid of encountering something like this again?" Don't worry, my brother and your brother will protect you and won't let you get hurt again! Nangong Jun was afraid that he would mention this incident and make Meng'er fall into that terrifying picture again, but he was worried if he didn't mention it.

Meng'er felt a little guilty, after all, the shooting really took his sister's life. However, it is also because of this that she came. Looking at Cang Haijun with a worried face, she said movingly: "Brother, it's not because of this. Meng'er really just wants to learn and learn, don't worry about me, okay? What's more, I'm recovering well! ”

Meng'er gave a reassuring look to Cang Haijun, and Cang Haijun also knew Meng'er's stubbornness. Once she decides something for herself, she rarely changes her mind. As a result, the brother and sister stopped making a sound, and the only thing left on the table was the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding and swallowing food.

After that, Meng'er went to rest for a while, and then asked her brother to send her back to school.