Chapter 10 The Basics of Western Swordsmanship

When Rem reached the outside of the stone house, she heard a sizzling sound from inside, as if a snake was crawling, and she was startled at first, and then reacted. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

It was the sound of a sword piercing through the air.

"Gu's progress is very fast!" Rem thought and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." The whispering stopped.

Rem pushed the door in, and smelled a familiar faint fragrance, and when he looked again, a young man stood in the middle of a sword, standing straight, with bright eyes and a gentle expression, and his complexion seemed to be more delicate and fairer than when they met in the morning, and it also appeared more powerful.

and the frail boy who was unconscious when they first met, they were like two people.

Rem was surprised: "Gu, have you taken the first Apocalypse Fruit?" It's amazing! ”

"It's just a fluke," Huang Sheng touched his nose, pointed to the bathroom behind him, and said with a wry smile: "Rem, that uniform is so dirty that it seems that it can't be worn." ”

"It's okay, it's just a uniform." Rem smiled, cleaned up her dirty clothes, and put her new clothes in the cupboard, "This is my laundry." ”

After another conversation, Rem retreated, and Huang Shang concentrated on practicing the sword until the afternoon class, when Yu Tunan came to knock on the door.

Huang Sheng woke up in shock, put on his sword, and opened the door: "Senior Sister Yu." ”

Yu Tunan was still so calm, nodded, and when he led the way through the woods, he suddenly asked, "The answer to that question is one-half, how did you do it?" ”

Huang Shang said that he understood the law, Yu Tunan was silent for a while, and praised him for the first time: "Gu Bei, you are very good." Maybe you can really become a knight here. ”

Huang Shang was not modest, when he was about to arrive at the training ground, Yu Tunan left, some of the apprentices in the same class saw it from a distance, and when Huang Shang got closer, they all coaxed and booed, and the Japanese boy Tanaka Ma stepped out of the crowd and sarcastically said in fluent English: "Gu Jun, you hid behind Miss Yu when you go to and from school, and hide behind Wei Xi during class, it's really amazing!" ”

A group of sour people who can't eat grapes, Huang Sheng didn't care about this level of ridicule, bypassed them, came to the edge of the field, practiced by himself, let them stare around, make all kinds of insulting gestures, and only regarded them as invisible, anyway, they can't do anything here, and their eyes can't kill people.

Jealous and incompetent, and dare not break the old rules, shoot at themselves, can only do some childish and ridiculous provocations, in order to provoke themselves, in the eyes of Huang Shang, these guys are all mediocre people, none of them can become a big tool, just a small piece of scenery on their way forward, why care?

After a while, a group of teenagers led by Rust suddenly dispersed, it turned out that Wei Xi had arrived, circled around Huangshang a few times, praised a few words as usual for the rapid progress, and also asked the solution to the problem in the morning: "Gu, I tried to do it, the steps are so troublesome, how did you solve it so quickly?" ”

Huang Sheng wiped his sweat, said in his mouth, and wrote on the ground with his sword scabbard:

"This question is a test of the understanding of infinity, you see, the original form is like this,"

“1-1+1-1……”

"Let it be x, and there is x=1-1+1-1......"

"Both sides are subtracted by one at the same time, and they are still equal, 1-x=1-1+1-1......"

"Look at the right form, it's exactly the same as the original form, i.e., the right form is also x,"

"Available, 1-x=x."

"That's obvious, one in two."

Wei Xi obviously understood, and said excitedly: "I suddenly thought of a solution, the original formula takes the odd number is 1, the even number is 0, and the probability of taking the odd and even is equal, so if you calculate the expectation, it is also 0.5, right?" ”

Huang Sheng spread his hands and smiled: "As far as the result is concerned, it is right." ”

"What do you mean in terms of results......" Vicie pouted dissatisfiedly.

The two argued, Instructor Sloan came, this time he explained two styles: cross left strike, cross right strike, as usual 10,000 times, Huang Shang practiced it once, and then noticed the immediate effect of the fruit of the apocalypse, this time he practiced more than 10,000 swords in one go, and his strength was exhausted.

In the following ten days, Sloan instructors successively taught nearly ten of the most fundamental sword methods such as splitting, pointing, teasing, collapsing, intercepting, twisting, and sticking, as well as five basic fighting postures and steps, such as the crown style, the bird of prey style, the lion gate, the tail style, and the bull style.

After teaching, Instructor Sloan showed them how to mix them one by one, and said: "This set of movements can be called the foundation of swordsmanship, any more intelligent swordsmanship is derived from these most basic movements, practice well!" Boys, hopefully this foundation has become your instinct when facing the enemy, so that even if your little brain is scared of a blank slate, you can use it. ”

Huang Shang has been practicing day and night, rain or shine, with his extraordinary talent and the memory and comprehension that have gradually increased since he entered the meditation, coupled with the good foundation laid by the complete Apocalypse Fruit, he soon practiced this set of swordsmanship fundamentals extremely proficiently, and according to Wei Xi, he has been able to overturn a group of thugs on the streets of London and break through and escape.

However, Huang Shang always felt that this set of swordsmanship was a little awkward and unsatisfactory, but there was nothing else to practice.

In the afternoon of this day, Huang Sheng finished practicing the daily number of times he had set, and said to the young man who was sitting lazily next to him to rest: "Weixi, do you know Chinese characters?" ”

Wei Xi got a high-backed chair out of nowhere, sipped black tea comfortably, and said, "After getting to know Gu, I specially went to learn Chinese, which is also half an oriental!" ”

His words were said in Chinese, and although the tone was a little strange, Huang Xiang could already hear it clearly, and couldn't help but sigh at the genius and laziness of Xia Weixi, and said: "I found that the attack direction of the Western sword is a bit like the 'meter' character of the Chinese character, which can be roughly divided into eight types, upper three, lower three, and horizontal two, so it seems a bit monotonous?" ”

"Gu, you have a really keen eye."

Wei Xi closed his eyes, praised first, and then said lazily: "For a novice, it's a bit monotonous, but for a master like me, of course, there are changes of their own, Gu, you try to attack me." ”

Huang Sheng had seen Wei Xi's swordsmanship, and he was not worried that he would hurt him, so he stabbed with all his sword and attacked his right hand holding the teacup.

Wei Xi opened his eyes, still sitting, his right arm did not move, his left hand drew the sword in reverse, and in the middle of the thin sword, a strong surge came, Huang Shang almost couldn't hold it, and hurriedly took a few steps to the right, unloading his strength, his feet did not stop, around the chair, a sword was as fast as a sword, and rushed over.

Wei Xi didn't get up either, at first he held the sword in his left hand, then handed it to his right hand, front and back, left and right, point collapse and sticky, volleyed and operated, and a textbook-like swordsmanship slowly unfolded, and there were many subtle and effective changes, which made Huang Shang breathtaking.

Wei Xi's sword was swift and accurate,-for-tat, without any omission, firmly blocking the attacks from all directions outside the chair, only listening to the exchange of two swords, tinkling and tinking, mixed with the footsteps of Huang Shang and the slight wind of the sword.

Vicie's swordsmanship was silent and silent.