"Brother Xian, what are you doing here?"

After watching for a long time, Xu Shu was stunned and didn't see clearly the effect of Yingfei's actions. After half a ring, he had no choice but to speak.

Xu Shu really couldn't stand it, Ying Fei's movements were not only ugly but also very awkward. Stopping the fragmented Tai Chi, Ying Fei turned to look at Xu Shu and said with a smile: "Brother, Fei Fei wants to strengthen his body by doing this."

"Haha, Brother Fei will teach you fencing for my brother from tomorrow!" Shaking his head, Xu Shu planned to pass on Yingfei Ranger's killing skills.

Although this is the purpose, Ying Fei still shook his head, raised his head and looked at Xu Shu and said, "Brother, this is not good!"

Privately teaching martial arts is a taboo in the rivers and lakes, suppressing the desire in her heart, Ying Fei shook her head and refused. The two got married, and it was the hottest and most sensitive period of their relationship.

Ying Fei didn't want Xu Shu to regret it in the future, and Ying Fei had great expectations for his sworn brother. Seeing Ying Fei shaking her head, Xu Shu laughed and said, "Brother Fei, you and my brother don't have to be so outside!"

Hearing Xu Shu's words, Ying Fei's eyes quickly flashed with excitement, restrained herself, and bowed to Xu Shu: "Thank you, brother!"

This bow is a must, and the skills of this era cannot be passed on lightly. It is even rumored that the son is not passed on to the daughter, and the apprentice of the church starves to death of the master.

It can be seen that Xu Shu is sincere at this moment.

Fencing is an essential skill for rangers. This kind of martial art, without fancy, is simple and direct, and is only born to kill.

In Xu Shu's explanation, the rangers of this era were born from the Mo family during the Warring States period. This sect that emphasizes non-aggression and love is also the source of the birth of ancient Chinese assassins.

Therefore, Xu Shu's fencing is to kill, and the first thing is to kill. The momentum of the application of a drum is like a tiger, brewing murderous aura in an instant, and exploding in an instant.

Xu Shu looked at Ying Fei and said seriously: "Brother Fei, martial arts training is a chore, I hope you can survive it." Then he untied the iron sword and handed it to Ying Fei: "Fencing a thousand times, with the greatest strength, you are not allowed to eat if you can't do it."

In an instant, Xu Shu was possessed by a strict teacher, leaving the surprised Ying Fei away. The iron sword was completely black, and after weighing it, it weighed eighteen catties.

The iron sword was sharp, comparable to a divine soldier at this time, Ying Fei held the sword and began fencing. The first time, the strength is abundant, and the tiger is in the air.

Fencing is a technical activity that emphasizes the coordination of all aspects of the human body. Gather the maximum strength and strike with all your might, this is the training strength, for strong arm strength and explosive power.

As the number of times increased, Ying Fei only felt that the muscles in her arms were sore, and gradually began to tremble. The iron sword in his hand began to tremble, and he was a little unstable.

"Three hundred and eighty!"

"Three hundred and eighty-one!"

……

"Dangchang!"

The trembling of her hands intensified, and the last trace of strength in her hands was lost, and Ying Fei felt sore, unbearable, like ten thousand ants eating away.

In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, and after the iron sword trembled, he fell on the bluestone slab. At this moment, Ying Fei only felt that her arms were simply not her own.

Seeing this, Xu Shu sighed and walked over. He didn't stay away, because Xu Shu knew the pain of sword refining in his heart.

"Sit down and don't move."

Xu Shu admonished, and helped Ying Fei sit down. Then he pulled up Ying Fei's left arm and began to pinch it. This is a unique secret technique taught by Xu Shu's teacher, which can relieve muscle strain.

"Brother, what kind of trick are you, the effect is really good."

Xu Shu's pinching, a tingling sensation came. Ying Fei could feel that her arms were moving, and her strength was recovering.

"This is a method passed down by the family teacher, with the method of refining muscles and bones and increasing strength." Busy helping Ying Fei relieve her muscles, Xu Shu took the time to reply.

In this plane, every division has some secret skills. Commonly known as the bottom of the box, these things are not passed on to closed disciples.

Only these can make a person go further in the martial arts. This is also the reason why everyone is eager to worship the famous teacher, exception, during the Three Kingdoms period, the spear master Tong Yuan was called the gun god.

Each of his disciples has left a name in history, whether it is Zhang Ren or Zhang Xiu, the king of spears in the north, they are all wonderful and gorgeous, but compared with Changshan Zhao Zilong, the gap between them is incalculable.

1. Lu 2, Zhao 3, Dian Wei.

The two Zhang didn't know where they were, except for Zhao Yun's amazing martial arts talent, the fundamental reason was that Tong Yuan regarded him as the heir to the mantle, and he taught what he had learned without reservation.

On the first day, Ying Fei did not complete the task. Three hundred and eighty-one has reached the limit, and if you continue to practice, you must waste it.

Xu Shu, who knew that speed would not be enough, stopped Ying Fei's stubbornness. Since then, the two have studied swords together and read together. Ying Fei dictated the Analects she was familiar with and handed them to Xu Shu.

You and I Wu, I give you a text!

Half a month has passed, and Xu Shu has finished reading the Analects, but Ying Fei has not yet taught the art of killing. Before the sun rose and the sky was not bright, Ying Fei got up and rushed to the courtyard to practice swords.

Time is running out, Ying Fei has been in the Xu family for too long. Time is life, it is a general, and even a minister.

"Brother Fei!"

"Brother!"

Xu Shu's voice came from behind him, and Ying Fei immediately stopped her movements, turned around and waited for Xu Shu's words. Xu Shu also noticed the change in Yingfei's mentality through the past few days.

Ying Fei is a little anxious!

"Brother Fei, this is the end of the qi training, and then you start practicing the basic skills of swordsmanship." didn't care about the change in Ying Fei's expression, Xu Shu said seriously: "The swordsmanship mainly includes splitting, stabbing, pointing, intercepting, wiping, piercing, picking, lifting, twisting, sweeping, etc."

"But the sword is a weapon of murder, and it exists to kill. In the ranger's swordsmanship, the heaviest stab! Xu Shu pointed to the only poplar tree in the courtyard and said, "From now on, five hundred stabs in a quarter of an hour!" When to meet the requirements and when to end. ”

At this moment, without Xu Shu explaining, Ying Fei understood why this was so. Thorn tree, five hundred strokes in a quarter of an hour, this is to practice sword speed and wrist strength.

The world's martial arts are unbreakable, only fast and unbreakable!

What's more, these swordsmanship that was originally born from assassins, they pay attention to it, one sword out, the target dies, and they escape. Such swordsmanship is heavy on momentum and speed.

Ying Fei didn't leave Xu Shu and began to practice. Xu Shu was holding a bamboo slip in his hand, and his eyes flashed with complexity. Xu Shu originally thought that Yingfei, who was thin and weak, would not be able to persevere, and would give up without heat.

Unexpectedly, Ying Fei's persistence, for half a month, Ying Fei got up earlier than anyone else and slept later than anyone else. There are no distractions in his mind, and he only wants to practice swordsmanship.

Xu Shu's eyes are complicated because Ying Fei has missed the best age to practice martial arts, and now that he is twelve years old, his bones have basically been formed. In this life, no matter how hard Ying Fei works, there is no opportunity, Ying Fei can only stop at the ranks of second-rate generals.

His eyes lowered, and he looked at the Analects in his hand, and his mind was all integrated into it.