The smile on the face of the old man known as the second master became more and more gentle, and there was a hint of pampering in his eyes, "Your master taught you the swordsmanship, how did you comprehend it?"

"Qin Ping" raised his head proudly, "This time, the master praised me and said that I learned well!"

"It's rare, it seems that you really learned very well and lived up to his expectations, otherwise he wouldn't want to praise people. The old man smiled and nodded.

"Not really, I got the hang of it pretty quickly. People go with the sword!" "Qin Ping" became more and more happy.

"What did you say?!" The old man's face changed instantly, with a kind smile, doting in his eyes, and his slightly hunched body instantly straightened, and shouted with a serious face.

"What, what's wrong?" "Qin Ping" didn't expect the second master to turn his face when he said it, and he was scared all of a sudden.

"Do you know that when you learn a sword, you must not follow the sword. The sword is a weapon in the hands of my generation of monks, adhering to the will of my generation of monks, you can follow nature and follow the avenue, but you can't be taken away by the sword in your hand!"

"Second Master, don't be angry, I know. The smug look on Qin Ping's face also disappeared in an instant, and he didn't even dare to support the second master's hand, but only dared to stand aside tremblingly.

"Hmph, lunge for three hours, stab, split, point, tease, and pick three thousand each, and you are not allowed to eat until you finish it. The old man snorted coldly, no longer paid attention to the trembling "Qin Ping", walked directly to the stone table next to him and sat down, and began to make himself a pot of tea and drink it slowly.

"Qin Ping" listened to the words of the second master, and did not dare to refute it at all, so he had to honestly practice the most basic sword steps and swordsmanship.

From dawn to dark, the scorching sun was scattered, and "Qin Ping" passed more than a dozen days and nights under the ** of the second master, but in these ten days, the master never appeared again.

The second master's teaching method is completely different from that of the master, the master attaches great importance to the understanding of "Qin Ping", and teaches him all kinds of swordsmanship when he gets started, while the second master doesn't care about it, and the understanding is useless to him, just practice hard and practice the most basic swordsmanship.

The second master explained to "Qin Ping" each method of using the sword, from the trend of the sword to the power of the sword to the power of the sword.

Starting from the art of sword strike, use the tip of the sword blade one to three inches to shake the wrist with a short force like striking a bell chime; to the art of sword stabbing, through the flexion and extension of the arm, use the tip of the sword to take any part of the opponent's body in the direction of the sword body; to the art of sword grid, use the tip of the sword or the tip of the blade to pick off the opponent's attacking weapon; and even include the sword washing technique in ancient swordsmanship.

All things were turned into the most basic sword moves by the second master: splitting, stabbing, pointing, collapsing, striking, lifting, picking, chopping, intercepting, supporting, pressing, hanging, cutting, teasing, pulling, piercing, pressing, clouding, wiping, racking, sweeping, belting, pumping, blocking, holding, pushing, rubbing, and twisting.

"Qin Ping" continues to practice all kinds of the most basic sword moves every day, but he is also learning new things every day, but it is not completely boring, every time he learns the use of a sword, the sword qi in his chest in "Qin Ping" rises slightly, and he no longer wants to practice the whole set of swordsmanship taught by the ** master directly.

One day, it was no longer just the second master with a slightly hunched back who appeared outside the house, but the master Xuanqing came to the front of the house again, and "Qin Ping" immediately rushed forward to salute with a sword, "Master, why are you here?" There was still a trembling excitement in his voice.

"What's the matter, your second master has been teaching you, and I am not allowed to come and see you?" Xuan Qing's face raised a playful smile.

"No, no, how can it be, Master is the most powerful, I look forward to your coming is too late, how can you not come. "Qin Ping" immediately shook his head and hurriedly denied it.

"Haha, look at it, look at it, what is the apprentice you have put so much effort into teaching, I didn't take you seriously at all, and I haven't asked you to say goodbye yet. Xuan Qing elbowed the second master standing beside him twice, and the smugness on his face was overflowing.

"I've practiced sword all my life, but I'm still experiencing the most basic sword momentum, my understanding is not as good as yours, what's there to fight for. But boy, it's too much for you to ask me for peace, double your training tomorrow. The second master didn't look back at Xuanqing's face beside him, with a look of indifference,

"Qin Ping"'s face suddenly darkened, "Don't, Second Master, I was wrong, you are the most powerful master, I didn't see the master who I hadn't seen for a long time and was excited, don't blame me." The wail of "Qin Ping" suddenly sounded.

"Okay, okay, don't scare Ping'er, come on, I'll see how you learn these days. Xuan Qing withdrew the playful look on his face, his eyes slowly became firm, and his face became serious.

Qin Ping nodded slightly, slowly closed his eyes, and began to feel the nature around him. Suddenly, the gentle wind around him, the fresh air of the early morning changed, and suddenly a huge momentum scattered all this, and the surroundings were no longer harmonious, only the dangers around him were oppressive all the time.

"Qin Ping" couldn't lift his eyelids if he wanted to, let alone lift the sword in his hand, but in an instant, "Qin Ping"'s forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and it seemed that he was persevering very hard.

"Qin Ping! a swordsman can't rely on anything, can't be afraid of any situation, as long as you can only believe in the sword in your hand, believe in your own sword heart, if you don't have an indomitable sword heart, how can you overcome obstacles and become a real swordsman, come, stab your sword!" Xuan Qing's voice suddenly exploded in the ears of "Qin Ping", and it was as deafening as Hong Zhong Da Lu.

At this time, "Qin Ping" is just an ordinary person who has no cultivation, and the momentum on Xuanqing's body is emanated by the monk relying on his advanced cultivation, under this kind of momentum, even a monk who is slightly lower than Xuanqing's cultivation will be affected, let alone an ordinary person like "Qin Ping".

"Qin Ping" listened to Xuanqing's words, as if he had eaten a reassuring pill, although he was still unable to move for the time being, but his heart was no longer panicked, "Sword Heart! Sword!" He meditated in his heart, discarding some of his other perceptions in his heart, leaving only the sword in his hand and the indomitable will to move forward for the time being.

"Qin Ping" began to slowly raise his sword under such a momentum, although he still couldn't help but tremble wildly, but he was no longer the original suppressed appearance.