Chapter Seventy-Five: My father also made me a small wooden sword

Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie stood on both sides, holding two bronze swords that were almost as tall as themselves, and each put on their own sword stance.

One vertical and one horizontal.

Gu Nan frowned slightly, when she learned it that day, she felt that the Guigu swordsmanship was vertical and horizontal, and it was basically two swordsmanship that were incompatible.

Guigu taught her at that time, she raised this question, Guiguzi smiled and said, only learn swordsmanship, vertical and horizontal, but never learn the Guigu mental method of both at the same time.

Gu Nan only learns swordsmanship, so he can naturally be a fellow practitioner, but he cooperates with the method of vomiting.

This vertical and horizontal opposition is even more obvious.

Gu Nan frowned secretly, the martial arts within one discipline should be of the same origin, that is, the number of paths is different, and most of them should be a feeling.

How could there be two sets of martial arts with such a big difference, that is, the enemy's martial arts, and she also believed it.

Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang began to practice, the long sword shimmered, and the swordsmanship was exquisite, this age was enough to make people look sideways.

But Gu Nan glanced at it a few times, then lowered his head, picked up a piece of wood that Xiao Lu brought, pulled out the grid from his waist, and began to sharpen it.

ZonghengjiaΒ·Β·Β· Gu Nan was cutting the wood, while thinking about the school of disciples with few protΓ©gΓ©s.

That's it, don't think about it, just wait for the ghost old man to come back and ask in person.

Thinking about it, Gu Nan looked at the two people playing the sword in the field again, compared the difference between the two of them making the sword, and the grid in his hand cleanly cut off the pieces on the firewood.

The two of them can't play swords but with tea.

The wood in Gu Nan's hand had turned into two short wooden swords that were not good-looking.

The hilt of the sword is crooked, and the sword grid cannot be carved, and the sword body is pitted, that is, the blade of the sword has not been sharpened.

Well, this is a wooden sword in her eyes.

In the eyes of others, it should be two that can't even be used as wood for firewood.

Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang stepped forward and stood in front of Gu Nan suspiciously: "Senior sister, what are you doing?" ”

They all already have the cultivation of internal breath, and their breath is far longer than that of ordinary people, but a set of swordsmanship will not be tired.

From just now, they watched Gu Nan grinding and carving on these two pieces of wood, as if they were doing something.

Now that the wood was like this, they couldn't recognize what it was.

Gu Nan, who felt that his thoughts were very beautiful, but the reality was very cruel, raised his eyebrows and pursed his mouth.

I still don't believe it...

It's so hard to have two wooden sticks...

"I'll be here today, I'll be here tomorrow, I've got something to do!" After speaking, Gu Nan got up and left.

Before leaving, he said to Xiao Lu, take more wood like this to her room.

For the girl's waste of firewood, although Xiao Lu was depressed, she could only go with her.

Only the painting fairy, who had been sitting on the side and stroking the qin, seemed to see something and covered his mouth and snickered.

The girl is still like this, always with such a childish temper.

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On the second day, when Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie arrived at the small courtyard, Gu Nan was already standing there with two wooden swords.

The style of the wooden sword is roughly the same, but there are many differences in details, some are short, but they are just enough for Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang to use.

Although the polishing is not very good, it is much better than the first two, at least, it can be seen that it is a sword.

Gu Nan weighed the weight of the wooden sword, it was too light for her, and it should be just right for these two children.

"And then." He threw the wooden sword to the two of them.

"Both of your bronze swords have grown, and your wrists have not grown well, the bronze swords are too heavy, and it will not be good for you to use them."

As he spoke, he pointed to the wooden sword and said, "Try it." ”

Looking at Gu Nan's tired face, she could see that these two swords probably required her to work hard.

Wei Zhuang took the wooden sword with a complicated expression.

He muttered, "What's the difference between using a wooden sword and a child's messing around." ”

The wooden sword casually shook a sword flower in his hand.

But he tucked it into his waist, replacing the bronze sword in its original place.

Once, he saw a father make a small wooden sword for his child, and he was very envious, watching from afar, until he was seen by others and waved away.

"It's pretty easy to use, so let's keep it."

For the first time, there was some smile on his bitter face.

Gu Nan knocked Wei Zhuang's head with a dark face.

"What are you doing to me?"

"I want to fight!"

Gai Nie held the wooden sword in his hand, was stunned, half loud, smiled, and hung the sword on his waist.

Not good at words, just said: "Thank you, senior sister." ”

"Learn from your brother."

"I'm older than him!"

"Smack!" Again, Wei Zhuang was silent.

"That's your senior brother too."

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The work of the battalion headquarters in the Japanese army has been arranged in the past few days, and they will train themselves on weekdays, this is Gu Nan's assessment of them, and a month later, she will check it.

It was a rare leisure, but she still had to stay at home to teach her children, which really made her feel bad.

There is not much difference between Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie's swordsmanship progress.

For now, it is true that the early entry is stronger, and the foundation is more solid.

Gai Nie's sword is very similar to Guiguzi, and he walks the artistic conception of the sword, or in other words, his sword path is more rigorous.

And Wei Zhuang seems to want to get out of his own things, but the kung fu on this sword is not enough, and it doesn't look like seven or eight.

Gu Nan's advice to the two of them was to go down the avenue first, and then decide whether they should continue to walk the avenue or follow their own path when they really reached the intersection.

With their first efforts, I'm afraid they haven't even seen that intersection yet.

In fact, with Gu Nan's realm, she shouldn't have been able to see anything, but she was bent on seeking speed, and she only learned the way of life and death. The sword path is pure, and there is less distress in the realm.

To use the theory of the five swords to divide, Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie should be in the realm of sharp swords.

It is difficult to quickly improve their comprehension of swordsmanship.

But since the theory of the five swords is practical in this world, then that set of methods should also be practical.

In the mountains and forests outside Xianyang City, the empty mountains are singing, the mountains are pouring springs, and the spirit is clear.

Here is a small waterfall, the water from the height of the water flying down and sloping down, falling into the tan, booming, splashing mist.

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Well, some readers said that ten sheets a day, it is indeed difficult to update faster, I type very slowly, two I have to type four hours to finish, and I have stayed up late and typed early. Ten sheets a day, I'm afraid I'll have to write my lifeΒ·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·