Zhao Xiaoyun tasted the sweetness and was excited, "Dad, I feel very good now, do I continue to take steps?" ”

"Tomorrow, I will take a horse step again, and now I will show you the swordsmanship for my father, and remember as much as you can." After Zhao An finished speaking, he stepped aside and lifted the sword he usually wore.

Zhao Xiaoyun took two steps back in a witty manner, leaving the space for Zhao An, who was about to demonstrate, without blinking his eyes at all, staring at Zhao An in embarrassment, for fear of missing a single star.

Zhao An carried the sword, stood in the center of the field, closed his eyes, secretly exercised pranayama, and put everything out of his body. It was as if everything about him was a sword in his hand.

"Brush,"

Zhao An suddenly opened his eyes, those eyes were brighter than usual, full of sharpness that people didn't dare to look at directly.

Zhao Xiaoyun was not intimidated by Zhao Ande's momentum this time, but straightened up, knowing that business was coming.

Right now.

The sword in Zhao An's hand suddenly stabbed out, stabbing forward without stopping.

Again he drew his sword and slashed downward, then turned and swept towards his side.

Zhao Ande's swordsmanship is fast and simple.

Without waiting for Zhao Xiaoyun to react, Zhao An demonstrated a complete set of swordsmanship.

"Yun'er, how much can you see?" Zhao An suddenly asked, interrupting Zhao Xiaoyun, who was immersed in swordsmanship.

"Huh?" Zhao Xiaoyun's face was slightly red, she just remembered a little, and when she was interrupted by her father like this, she couldn't remember it at all, and she couldn't remember it at all, for example, her father was standing there, she still remembered.

Zhao An looked at Zhao Xiaoyun's flushed cheeks, where could he not know Zhao Xiaoyun's thoughts, and scolded sternly, "I don't remember such a simple swordsmanship, how did you go into battle to kill the enemy and fight with the sky." ”

Zhao Xiaoyun was excited, and his momentum trembled, "Dad, my daughter has never been in contact with martial arts, can I ask Daddy to demonstrate it again." ”

Well, she really didn't have the courage to fight against her father, so she could only increase her momentum and reluctantly tell her father to do it again.

Zhao An had high expectations for Zhao Xiaoyun, lifted the sword, stood in place, his eyes were extremely sharp, "The swordsmanship is ever-changing, but it is the same." Yun'er, you are optimistic. ”

This time, Zhao An's demonstration was twice as slow as the one just now. In every movement, the twisting and advancing of his body and the sword can be seen very clearly.

Zhao Xiaoyun was very nervous in his heart, watching Zhao An's movements in his eyes, silently noting them down in his heart, and secretly demonstrating every action in his mind.

After Zhao An's demonstration was completed, Zhao Xiaoyun also closed his eyes, and thoughts were surging in his mind.

She was recalling the steps Zhao An had demonstrated.

Suddenly, her body moved unconsciously.

Zhao An found that this was the appearance of his legs moving forward when he stabbed the sword for the first time.

Then, Zhao Xiaoyun's right hand moved, and he stretched out without any premonition, obviously it was just empty-handed, but there was a hint of a sharp feeling.

Zhao An was not surprised, if Zhao Xiaoyun did not understand the momentum, it would be strange. It was for her memory, Zhao An felt that he could use this month to teach something else.

After a while, Zhao Xiaoyun immersed herself in her own thoughts and demonstrated the swordsmanship that Zhao An had taught her.

Although it has not been forgotten, the details will certainly not be too correct.

After all the actions were over, Zhao Xiaoyun opened his eyes and was eager to try, "Dad, I remember." I'll show you a demo. ”

Zhao An raised his hand, "No, wait until you have practiced fifty times by yourself, and then come and show me." ”

After finishing speaking, Zhao An left his sword and left the martial arts training ground.

Zhao Xiaoyun is full of internal flow, is the ancient master teaching his disciples like this? But what her father said, she didn't dare to object, and picked up Zhao An's sword.

"Ho." It's so heavy, Zhao Xiaoyun was skeptical about the handsomeness of the ancients when they held the sword, where is it so easy, and what is that soft sword, will it really be there?

complained and complained, Zhao Xiaoyun still took the sword and began to move.

I remember the sword moves in my mind clearly, but the physical operation, it really doesn't work, no wonder her father asked her to practice fifty times before going, this is simply unwatchable.

Half an hour later, Zhao Xiaoyun had only practiced five times, and his martial arts uniform was already soaked, and he couldn't lift his hands.