On a spring afternoon, the sun was lying on the wall basking in her flower skirt, and the wind was leisurely, dancing the melody of youth in the sun.

Ling Xingchen changed into a white robe, and tied his hair with strips of cloth on the top of his head, which was a little more elegant, if he replaced the sword in his hand with a folding fan, he would be a merry and talented man.

I can see the beautiful eyes of the snow eagle and shine brightly.

In Ling Xing's surprised and stopped gaze, he still took a painkiller, put on the Dust Sword, and walked side by side with Ling Xingchen, quite like a pair of heroes in the rivers and lakes.

Ling Xingchen is handsome and chic, the warm smile on his face is no worse than the sunshine, and with his elegant temperament, it is very suitable to describe him as a beautiful man with a personable demeanor.

Snow Eagle wears a green skirt and has long hair tied into a high ponytail with a headband, which looks neat and heroic.

The two of them are together, what a talented and beautiful woman!

Along the way, Ling Xingchen told Xue Ying that the medicine is poisonous, and long-term use of toxins will accumulate in the body, which will do more harm than good, and you can not take medicine without taking the dosage. In Snow Eagle's assurance, they saw the Warriors Square, but they didn't expect everyone to come back so early, and the number seemed to be no less than in the morning.

Ling Xingchen's senses were extremely sensitive and keen, and when he saw the brilliance in their eyes from a long distance, he was amazed, envious, blessed, and gloomy......

Listening to their words, a helpless smile crossed his thin lips.

Everywhere is an era of looking at faces, and there are many people who judge people by their appearance! Not to mention that he is not interested in the people around him.

It's human nature to like to guess, but he's destined to disappoint them.

After greeting everyone, Ling Xingchen was called over by the village chief, saying that the villagers hoped that he could speed up his progress, and everyone hoped that they could quickly learn the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique and the Wind Sword Technique to improve their lives!

Ling Xingchen hoped that the village chief would understand that the promotion of seedlings was tantamount to drinking to quench his thirst, but he would teach martial arts as soon as possible.

He noticed a trace of solemnity and uneasiness in the village chief's eyes, as if something big was about to happen.

What he didn't know was that last night's beast roar, the village chief also found out that it was unusual, anything would happen in this world, and he felt uneasy, as if this time it was about the survival of the village!

After chatting with the village chief, Ling Xingchen looked up at the sun, just in time.

"Okay, line up, go to class!" Ling Xingchen shouted to the children surrounding him.

He led a long line of teenagers and children from four to five to their twenties, jogging twice around the Warriors Square and then warming up.

The March sun was not as hot as it was, but they warmed up very hard, and almost all of their foreheads were dripping with sweat, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

The children were smiling and blushing, and Ling Xingchen read in their eyes the pursuit of power, the desire for strength.

Ling Xingchen issued instructions according to the seventeen forms of the basic sword technique, and they made corresponding moves. After going through it, he found that their moves were also teasing, splitting, stabbing, cutting, wiping, slashing, etc., almost only half of them, and all kinds of non-standard, they were simply varied, dancing with swords.

As for hanging, blocking, supporting, racking, etc., it won't be at all, it's heartbreaking!

I can't help but think of the time when I practiced martial arts, including when I was not as good as theirs at the beginning!

Ling Xingchen spoke very skillfully, praising the children a lot, but they were not very standard.

When he arrived at the Golden Tiger, he shook his head and sighed.

As a warrior in the samurai realm, he couldn't even master basic swordsmanship, which is really unbelievable and breathtaking!

Jin Hu and the others were embarrassed, their faces were red and red, redder than a monkey's buttocks, and they could drip blood, and they were extremely ashamed.

But no one complained.

This just proves Ling Xingchen's talent and strength, having such a person as the boss, and carefully and wholeheartedly guiding them to cultivate, it's too late to be happy, they feel honored, who would complain?

The onlookers of the villagers, as long as they had built a foundation, they all joined the practice team with a little foundation, and they learned Ling Xingchen's moves on the side, posed, adjusted according to what he said, and even corrected themselves according to Ling Xingchen's guidance to the children, Ling Xingchen did not have too many surprises.

Ling Xingchen told them not to underestimate the foundation, if they were at a moment of life and death, they might be taken advantage of by the opponent and lose their lives because of a careless move.

Therefore, every move must be standard and practiced to perfection!

Mistakes are not terrible, but what is terrible is to bring mistakes to actual combat.

Know the insufficiency, and then change, so strong.

Everyone has a cup, and everyone's cognition and realm is water, but at present, it is half a bottle of water, and the high is not low. Only by pouring out the water in the cup can you fill it with more water, and similarly, only a blank piece of paper can paint a beautiful picture. Therefore, now you need to empty yourself and start cultivating from scratch.

That is, no matter whether you have built a foundation now, what realm you have, you will now treat yourself as an ordinary person who can't do anything, and start everything from scratch.

The village chief stroked his snow-white beard and looked back at an old man next to him who also had white hair, they were all prestigious elders in the village, and their eyes were shining at the moment, and they nodded to the village chief.

"Poof!" Drawing his sword out of its sheath, Ling Xingchen made a standard posture and asked the others to follow suit, checking them one by one, adjusting their movements hand by hand.

Unexpectedly, the onlookers also practiced around the phalanx, including the village chief and the old men, all according to Ling Xingchen's tricks and postures and corrected the children.

He didn't know what he had just said, but they seemed to be enlightened, and they suddenly became enlightened.

An hour had passed, and they had already mastered the basic sword technique Seventeen Styles Ling Xingchen was very satisfied, he felt that the people of this world were born for cultivation, natural martial artists!

Because of every move, Ling Xingchen required not only the movements to be in place, but also the strength to be in place, and against the warm and enthusiastic sun, so although it was basic training, they were all sweating and panting. But his eyes were firm, his face was resolute, and none of them cried out that he was tired.

"Everyone is very smart, they are natural warriors, I have seen the sweat of your efforts, the seventeen styles of basic sword skills, you need to make the swordsmanship clear, the strength is smooth, the force point is accurate, the body and sword are coordinated, the method is correct, remember to remember.

Qualified warriors, practice for battle, not for seeing, otherwise it is an embroidered pillow, not to mention anything else, going up the mountain to hunt, just sending food to the beast demon for free, you must have a deep understanding. ”

Ling Xingchen's words opened their painful memories, and the bloody scene had not yet dried.

In every generation, many people died in the mouths of beasts, otherwise, there would not be only such a few people in the village. He noticed that there was more mist in their eyes, and even tears were swirling.

PS: Today's two small changes, wait for the next one.

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