"Uncle Hui rest assured, after I finish my studies, I will definitely follow the teacher's orders, respect the teacher, uphold the way of practicing martial arts only to strengthen the body, do not bully the weak, fight fiercely, annihilate/silver captivity, kill people and set fires, see unevenness on the road, pull the sword to help each other......." Han Rui said excitedly.

"What kind of nonsense, what are you talking about, Lang Jun?" Han Hui asked inexplicably.

Uh, yes, I didn't cross the martial arts plane, I was a little embarrassed, Han Rui touched his nose and sneered: "Seeing Uncle Hao's amazing swordsmanship, I was excited for a while, and I was talking nonsense." ”

"Hehe, what is my little skill, how dare I claim to be superb, there are only a handful of people who want to come to the world to really reach this realm, as far as I know, only the capital ......." With a leisurely gaze, Han Hui sighed softly, and then smiled: "Lang Jun, I mean, the Seven Star Dragon Spring is too sharp, and you can't use it for the first time when you learn swordsmanship, so as not to hurt yourself." ”

"There's no problem, then change to an ordinary one, otherwise it's okay to replace it with bamboo and wood." Han Rui said that now his mind is full of scenes of playing handsome in front of people after learning swordsmanship, where did he notice Han Hui's abnormality.

"Good." Han Hui said: "It's late tonight, early in the morning, Lang Jun must get up on the fifth watch and learn the art of qi cultivation." ”

"Understood." Han Rui replied loudly, happily picked up the Seven Star Longquan Sword, and continued to admire it.

The next time, in the call of the slave, Han Rui became confused, Wen Yue washed his face, only sobered up a little, remembered yesterday's agreement, and hurried to the backyard, where Han Hui had been waiting for a long time.

"Uncle Hao, I'm late." Han Rui hurriedly apologized.

"It's okay, just pay attention to it later." Han Rui waved his hand slightly, didn't care, and said with a smile: "Let's start now, Lang Jun will practice these movements with me first......." ”

"Good ......."

There is no Jiazi ...... in the mountains, well, I used the wrong word again, it should be when I was concentrating on something, I always didn't notice the passage of time, and more than half a month passed, and under Han Hui's reminder, Han Rui realized that the Qingming Festival was coming.

For more than half a month, under Han Hui's careful and careful teaching, it was enough for Han Rui to memorize a few sets of swordsmanship, holding a wooden sword in his hand, wielding it in a good way, like a cloud of water flowing with peers, quite a bit of charm, but unfortunately, both of them knew that this was just a useless showcase.

Of course, both of them are satisfied with this, Han Hui thinks that compared to before, the current Han Rui has become more radiant, his face is ruddy, and he is much healthier, not as thin and weak as when he was lying in bed, what is there to be dissatisfied.

As for Han Rui, the reason for learning swordsmanship seems to be a little unavailable, but in fact it is just an excuse, traveling to ancient times, it is almost eternal separation from his former relatives and friends, and the pain in his heart is not known how to vent, whether it is making a quyuan plow, or learning swordsmanship, there is some meaning of finding something to do, the main purpose may be to focus on something, and can forget the depressed mood.

No matter what the reason, the results of the half-moon exercise are still very gratifying, it may be at the time of physical development, Han Rui has grown half an inch taller, his body has a little more muscles, and he is no longer weak and thin before, the wooden sword dances up, his clear face is flushed, and he swept a few whistling, which really has a strong and heroic taste.

After finishing a set of sword paths, Han Rui stood with his sword condensed, took a breath lightly, and Ah Fu on the side immediately handed over a clean towel, and said with a smile and flattery: "Lang Jun's sword skills are becoming more and more sophisticated, and he is almost on par with the obscure housekeeper." ”

"Exaggeration, flattery, clever words." Han Rui scolded with a smile, walked to the corner of the lawn, sat on the ground, picked up a glass of water, and drank it to moisten his throat.

"Ah Fu is not exaggerating, as long as Lang Jun insists, after a few years, he will inevitably surpass me." Han Hui smiled, his eyes were pleased, and there was a kind of joy from the heart.

Han Rui smiled and suddenly said, "In a few days, it will be Qingming, what are the arrangements at home?" ”

His face gradually darkened, and Han Hui said softly: "The village will hold a group sacrifice and go to the tomb together, in the past, Lang Jun was sick and could not participate, so he should go with him this year." ”

"What about Uncle Hao? It will take a few days to come back. Han Rui asked, according to the past practice, a few days before and after Qingming, Han Hui always had to ask for a period of leave, no one knew where he went, and he didn't say anything if he asked.

"About seven or eight days." Han Hui said: "Recently, there are no important things at home, ordinary trivial matters, Lang Jun can make his own decisions, if he hesitates and does not know the reason, delay for a few days, and wait for me to come back." ”

Han Rui responded, did not continue to ask, but asked questions about swordsmanship, and I don't know what the reason is, some moves are clearly clear about the steps, but they can't be used, maybe the movements are stiff and not smooth enough.

After pondering for a moment, Han Hui proposed, "Lang Jun practice calligraphy." ”

"Practicing calligraphy?" Han Rui was a little surprised, and then he understood a little, in ancient times, he used a brush to write, and if he wanted to write the font beautifully, he not only had to use his fingers and wrists, but also had to cooperate with his body shape.

"Well, dripping water contains ink, concentrate, perseverance, when will Lang Jun run out of the tank of water in the kitchen, swordsmanship should be a small success." Han Hui encouraged.

Slapping his forehead, is the nightmare about to start again? Han Rui said with a sad face: "Uncle Hao, I am not Wang Daling, I don't have his perseverance. ”

"Lang Jun knows himself, and he should encourage him." Han Hui said with a smile: "It's not easy to run out of water in the tank, so you can learn from Zhang Boying to learn from the pool, and the pool is full of ink." ”

"Uncle Hui, I never thought about becoming Wang Youjun." Han Rui said pleadingly, a little dying.

"I didn't expect Lang Jun to reach the realm of the two kings." Han Hui said: "Lang Jun feels that swordsmanship is sluggish, nothing more than physical and mental inconsistency, and practicing words can cultivate the body and mind, in the pinch, the pen, the moment when the book comes to each stroke, the mind rises, and the body also moves, until every move, all from the heart, from the heart, swordsmanship is the first glimpse of the door." ”

"Okay, I'll practice." After thinking about it for a while, he still couldn't give up the dream of martial arts in his heart, Han Rui gritted his teeth and said, "I'll start writing tomorrow." ”

"Don't worry, I'll talk about it when I get back." Beginner font, how can it be done without a good copybook, hesitated, Han Hui smiled and said: "Give Lang Jun a surprise then." ”

"Well, I'm looking forward to it." Han Rui said, strong and powerless, not much joy, is silently experiencing the unpredictable taste of fate, you know, before the crossing, Han Rui was born in the so-called scholarly family, naturally can not escape some traditional education, when people are playing games and surfing the Internet, he is memorizing ancient texts, learning calligraphy and painting, until he graduated from college and made a living in a different place, he can be regarded as getting rid of the life of crying without tears, and he doesn't want to ...... After the crossing, it was still so tragic.

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ps：

Great Order: Wang Xianzhi, the word Zijing, the small name of the official slave, the Eastern Jin Dynasty calligrapher Wang Xizhi (the word Yi Shao, the right general officer, known as the Wang Right Army) seventh son, because of the post of the Chinese calligraphy, so it is also called the Wang Order.

Zhang Boying: Eastern Han Dynasty calligrapher Zhang Zhi, the word Boying, in order to practice words, a pool of clear water are dyed ink, Wang Xizhi once followed suit, and said respectfully that Zhang Zhi Linchi learned books, the pool water is ink, good and wonderful, I Fu Ru also.

In addition, there is no hope of rushing to the list, and the code word is buried in the codeword, but the collection and recommendation are still customary.

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