Chen's villa area, this small coastal island, is a built-up area by the sea. Here, it used to be a sports field that Chen Feng specially built at home in order to practice martial arts. And today Chen Feng came here again, but not to practice martial arts. Even he didn't know why, he came here early in the morning, and he carried a bamboo sword.

It is undeniable that in the duel with Ye Chongli, his flowing swordsmanship deeply attracted Chen Feng. And when he held the Ice Spirit Sword, that wonderful feeling quickly took root in Chen Feng's heart like a seed that had found fertile soil. He wore a loose white robe, which he used to wear when he practiced martial arts. Just as Chen Feng was standing in the giant ring of the gymnasium, Steward Zhou's laser image slowly appeared in front of him. Dressed in a black tuxedo, gold wire glasses, shiny three-and-seven hair, two thick black mustaches, and a kind face, he is a decent traditional butler. Chen Feng didn't pay much attention to this familiar face, he already regarded this highly intelligent brain as one of his family members.

"Steward Zhou, do you know anything about kendo?"

"Is it the sports of the Federal Olympics that the young master is talking about, or is it the kendo of the ancient Japanese culture?"

"Maybe it's a little broader. Chen Feng looked at his fighting building nonchalantly, which was full of all kinds of martial arts-related equipment and facilities. However, with his current martial arts skills, these things are long gone. As if sensing Chen Feng's gaze and what the topic was about, the mustache on the corner of Steward Zhou's mouth curled, "Young Master, in fact, a broader kendo still exists in today's society." There are even some legendary families who still master this martial art, which is both physical and emotional. In some aristocratic groups, kendo was even a communicative sport. However, today's kendo has moved away from the red tape of ancient Japanese kendo culture and is more of a light-hearted sport. ”

"I want to learn this sport. ”

Steward Zhou smiled and nodded, "Do you have any other orders?" Young Master Feng." ”

"Modify this fighting building, kendo style, you know my taste. ”

"Okay, young master. Steward Zhou nodded slightly, bowed to Chen Feng and slowly faded.

After Steward Zhou disappeared, Chen Feng paced a few steps again. Slowly leveling the bamboo sword in his hand, an invisible breeze began to linger on his body as the expression in his heavenly blue pupils gradually condensed. The white cotton robe slowly stirred in the wind, and the bamboo sword in his hand began to tremble slightly, making a squeaking sound, as if it was under great pressure. The next moment, the bamboo sword in Chen Feng's hand exploded instantly, turning into countless tiny pieces of broken bamboo flying all over the sky.

"It seems that I was in a bit of a hurry. ”

Just moments after Chen Feng's first bamboo sword turned into pieces, several robots came here with several large bundles of bamboo swords. The robot quickly removed the fighting-related equipment in the small building, and the quaint wooden weapon racks were erected, and bamboo swords, wooden swords, iron swords, steel swords, and alloy swords were placed on the weapon racks. In another moment, a special law car for the Chen family appeared outside the small building, and the sunglasses party got out of the car, bent down and opened the door.

A middle-aged man in his early thirties poked his head out and stepped out of the car. Looking up at the luxurious low-rise building in front of me, my eyes were full of shock. In this era, skyscrapers were already standardized, and sky-pillar buildings (buildings with a height of more than 2,000 meters) were everywhere, but these low-rise buildings were almost disappearing from the earth's civilization.

It was a surprise for him to be here, and just a few minutes ago, he was still his junior instructor in a kendo club. But in just a minute or two, he came here under an irresistible temptation. The task is simple, teach an eleven-year-old child the basics of kendo for one day's pay for a year's worth of work in a kendo club.

The robot in and out intelligently made a way for him, and kindly motioned for him to go inside. A black backpack was taken out from the back seat of the sedan, and it is not difficult to guess what was in it from the length of the backpack and his occupation.

Walking into this small building, what you see is a huge ring of 300 square meters, with a pale green wooden floor and those pillars and ropes. "This ...... It's a boxing ring," the corners of the man's mouth twitched slightly, and in the center of the ring stood a child who was more than one meter and a half tall. He wore a loose white robe with a dark black belt around his waist. As a mentor of an ancient athletic club, he was no stranger to such robes and belts. It was precisely because of this strangeness that his heart twitched involuntarily.

"Hello teacher. Chen Feng politely bent down and bowed to him, which surprised the middle-aged man a little. When he got such a high reward, he was ready to face a difficult second lord young master, but he didn't expect that the real lord would be so easy to get along with.

The middle-aged man nodded kindly, and with a smile he took off the backpack on his back, "Can we start?"

A bamboo sword was held in Chen Feng's hand, and he turned around to watch the man take out a sword made of gray-black gum from his backpack. This is not uncommon in this era, on the contrary, the bamboo sword in Chen Feng's hand is rare.

"I don't know young master, your kendo foundation ......"

"Call me Lan Fengqi. I've never been in contact with kendo before, so I can say from scratch. Interrupting the man's words, Chen Feng did not show the slightest wrongness. There was a strange feeling in the man's heart, a very gentle sentence gave him a taste of command, and the strangest thing was that he didn't have a trace of displeasure.

"Then let's start practicing from the most basic standing posture and holding the sword" After putting away his backpack, the man walked a few steps, "Ancient kendo not only requires martial arts, but also requires etiquette. Even the importance of etiquette exceeds the importance of martial arts. However, with the continuous improvement of later people and people's understanding of the sport, the rite was gradually diluted in kendo. Until now, the only thing that has been preserved is the sword salute. ”

As the man spoke, the arm holding the sword slowly lifted in front of him, and the arm formed a straight line along the blade of the sword to form an angle to the ground. At this moment, the man's gaze became condensed, and the wrist holding the sword flipped and the blade cut a beautiful arc in the air, and finally stopped on the right side of the man's body.

"The sword salute is the highest etiquette in modern kendo, which means that I truly regard you as my opponent, and I will do my best as a respect for you. At the same time, the sword salute is also a signal of challenge. But that's all for later, now you need to learn to hold a sword. The man looked at Chen Feng, who was listening intently, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

Chen Feng slowly raised the bamboo sword in his hand, and then slowly lowered it at a certain angle, and the blade slashed. The faint sound of the air being cut quickly reached the man's ears, and the man was a little stunned.

"Let's get started. ”

The man nodded, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, his arms and legs slightly bent at a certain angle. The whole person presents a sinking meaning, and a momentum of nothingness slowly emanates in this posture. The tip of the gum sword in his hand pointed straight at the ground, forming a whole body with the whole person, like a sculpture cast of steel.

The man quickly retracted his sword and returned to normal, and what he saw was Chen Feng's pensive pupils.

"Holding a sword is about accumulating momentum, not moving like a mountain. Only by doing this well can there be a thunderous movement of the sword later. Here, it is necessary to achieve not only the sinking of movements, but also the sinking of thinking and momentum. The man seemed to feel a little inappropriate when he said this, but he forgot that the child in front of him was only eleven years old this year, and it seemed a bit esoteric to say this. Sure enough, Chen Feng's face was full of confusion and thought.

"So, let's start with the actual practice. Hold the sword in both hands, the tip of the sword raised a certain height above the ground, and the hands and feet slightly bent. Concentrate and imagine that you have a silent enemy in front of you. ”

Under the man's language guidance, Chen Feng made adjustments one by one. In terms of the requirement of submersible momentum, the man found that his worries were completely unnecessary. The aura emitted by this eleven-year-old little ghost when he sank down, even he felt an inexplicable chill.

"Okay, now let's start repeating this movement until you can retract it freely. up, very good, put. Up, uh-huh, yes, put. From, put ......"

The sun outside the door tosses and turns with time. When the marks of the setting sun stained the sea and the sky red. "Teacher, I've learned this. Let's move on to the next one. ”

The man nodded in satisfaction, and Chen Feng's stamina stunned him. With such a simple and boring movement, he could practice for hours without complaining. This kind of mentality is something that even some club mentors can't achieve on their own. "After practicing for so long, don't you take a break?"

The corners of Chen Feng's mouth raised slightly, "No, let's start the next one." ”

Was it that strange feeling again, the man's heart was strangely tight again, and he couldn't disobey the order?

"Alright, then let's start practicing the basic attack moves of swordsmanship. No matter how exquisite the swordsmanship is, it is built from the most basic sword moves and body techniques, which shows how important the basic sword moves are on this road. The man said as he held the sword in his hand, "The basic attack moves are divided into split, slash, stab, slash, sweep, pick!" The sword in his hand is like a dexterous butterfly, flying freely in the transformation, and there is a dazzling illusion as the speed increases. Of course, this so-called dazzling is only for ordinary people, and for Chen Feng, who has already stepped into the realm of the Fighting Tyrant Emperor, it is as slow as a snail.

After a few demonstrations, the man stopped, and his breathing was already a little rapid. "Okay, let's start learning one by one. ”

"Haven't you already taught them all, teacher?"