The afternoon sun shines through the plexiglass curtain wall and sprinkles on a piece of turquoise grass, decorating with some vitality. Yesterday's fighting building has changed its face today, if it weren't for the fact that the geographical location has not changed, maybe even Chen Feng wouldn't be sure that this is where he practiced his sword yesterday. There is no doubt about the efficiency of the robot, and similarly, the style of the refurbishment is surprisingly in line with Chen Feng's appetite. He was particularly satisfied with Steward Zhou's design. Several of the walls of the small building have been torn down and replaced with plexiglass curtain walls that can be automatically and mechanically disassembled according to temperature and light. The four pillars of the small building are reinforced by super alloy, as well as the hollow reinforcement of the overall structure of the building, and the safety of the small building has not been reduced by the demolition of the wall. Some synthetic timber accents give the building an antique look, reminiscent of ancient Chinese tower architecture. The bright red does not look tacky, the light structure reveals a solemn majesty, and the flying eaves are lifelike like wings.

Dressed in a white swordsmanship robe, Chen Feng stood on the balcony on the second floor of the small building with a dark golden bamboo sword. The warm sunlight sprinkled on the body, and the warm feeling was gradually drained away by the accustomed sea breeze, and the hair on the forehead floated slightly. Steward Zhou's laser image appeared behind Chen Feng, "Young Master, the general renovation of the small building has been completed. Because you need to practice swords during the day today, the later arrangement may not be completed until the night. ”

Chen Feng pursed half of his face and nodded nonchalantly, the early morning sun leaving a golden red on his slightly ruddy face. "By the way, let's give this place a different name. Don't call it a small building. Well, let's call it Sword Pavilion. ”

"Okay. Do you have any other orders? Steward Zhou bowed his body slightly.

"Find two sword instructors this morning and afternoon, that's all. ”

"Okay, the morning tutor has arrived. Let him come to the Sword Pavilion?"

Chen Feng nodded, turned around and walked downstairs directly through Steward Zhou's "body".

Soon the mentor was led to the Sword Pavilion by a household waiter robot, a middle-aged man in his forties. The hair, which is neither long nor short, looks a little unkempt, but it can be seen that it has been corrected. Although the beard on the chin has been shaved, the blue stubble still exudes a charm unique to middle-aged men. Well, in a word, a big uncle.

The man's face was a little smiling and melancholy, and his eyes also exuded a decadence that could not be concealed. Walking into this particularly special building, what you see is not the huge fighting ring from yesterday, but a dark blue octagonal stone platform surrounded by clear water canals. Eight weapon racks are placed on each side, and swords of various shapes are inserted on them. Wooden, steel, alloy or carbonized fiber crystals and other new materials.

In the center of this octagonal stone platform stood a childish young man, dressed in a white loose swordsmanship robe and a dark golden bamboo sword. is staring at himself with a scrutinizing gaze, obviously just a little ghost, but he has to pretend to be a thick and mature appearance, which makes people laugh. Of course, the middle-aged man didn't laugh, and even he couldn't believe that in the eyes of this little ghost, he actually saw a trace of cold cruelty.

There were no greetings or politeness, and before Chen Feng could speak, the middle-aged man shook the bag on his back with one hand, "Let's start, your swordsmanship foundation has reached that level." The middle-aged man said as he took out a carbon fiber crystal swordsmanship sword (a sword that has no blade and is only used for swordsmanship). Unlike the bamboo sword in Chen Feng's hand, this is not a two-handed sword, but a one-handed sword. Chen Feng has seen a sword of this shape, and it is the one that left him with a scar, the ancient sword.

Raising his head, the middle-aged man looked at Chen Feng. Chen Feng didn't answer his question, but fortunately, he also knew that this young master's temper was not very good. He smiled crookedly, "Or rather, how long have you been touching the sword?"

"Not counting the upper knife, three days. Chen Feng said lightly, ignoring the middle-aged man's slightly frowning brows.

"Then we're going to start from scratch. ”

"No, I've basically mastered the basic sword-gripping style, sword-out style, and chopping, chopping, teasing, stabbing, chopping, sweeping, and picking. Maybe you can teach me something else. Quickly taking the middle-aged man's words, the inexplicable order in Chen Feng's tone made a trace of surprise flash in the tutor's eyes.

The tutor gently threw the bag in his hand and landed on a corner of the Bafang Terrace, "Okay, you use this basic nine-style attack me first." I'll grasp your basic level. ”

As soon as the mentor's words ended, a yellow light flashed, and the ancient sword in his hand accurately blocked one of Chen Feng's attacks. Chen Feng instantly retracted his sword, and the next attack had already struck like thunder. The middle-aged man flipped the ancient sword in his hand without changing his face, and easily blocked Chen Feng's seven attacks.

"Uh-huh, not bad. It's really only been in contact for three days? It's impressive! Can you defend?" The ancient sword in the man's hand flew over, pulled out a sword flower, and finally received it behind him.

"No, it won't. ”

"It's okay, then take your time now. The defense of swordsmanship is mainly divided into three types: impact block, unloading block, and concussion block. In my current realm, I can only teach you the first two ways to block. In the world of swordsmanship, it is just as important as the attack moves, and even more so than the block. Attacking others with ten moves but not being able to prevent others from making one move, no matter how high the swordsmanship is, it is in vain. When the man said this, he suddenly slashed at Chen Feng's side face with a sword. Even if he was not prepared, Chen Feng still smashed the man's ancient sword away with a sword.

The corners of the man's mouth twitched, "Good response." This is known as the impact block, and beginners generally choose this type of blocking. It's not very skillful, but it's not very good at blocking, like this. The ancient sword in the man's hand instantly changed to holding the sword with both hands, and it slashed from the bottom up. Chen Feng's blue eyes froze, and in just a moment, a bamboo sword was accurately placed in front of him. The man's ancient sword also smoothly deviated from its trajectory and was bounced off.

This time, the man's eyes were no longer faintly surprised, but a flash of shock. The languid look on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by a look of excitement that had been aroused. "Good comprehension. ”

The man slowly withdrew the ancient sword in his hand. "Blocking is not categorized like the basic sword style of attack, it is about reflexes and skill. There is no fixed move, but for a swordsman who has been dealing with swords for a long time, his blocking habits and cycles have a certain regularity. From the attack you just made, I can tell that your attack sword style has been initially comprehended, and the next step is your own practice. So, I'll teach you how to block today. What kind of blocking style you can form depends on your own habits. ”

For the first time, the man put away his ancient sword on his chest, and after a standard sword salute, the ancient sword in his hand rushed towards Chen Feng again and again. His sword shadow was like black thunder, fast and swift, but it did not have the power of thunder. Each time it was a point-and-point attack, and where Chen Feng didn't block, he just lightly slapped it with his blade. When the sunlight of the Sword Pavilion gradually changed from the side to the top, Chen Feng's sideburns were already soaked, sticking to the white skin one by one. The induction system of the Sword Pavilion had automatically begun to adjust the temperature and humidity of the air inside the Sword Pavilion to adapt to Chen Feng's high-intensity training. After the man was successfully blocked by Chen Feng at one time, his hands were loosened, and the ancient sword returned to his hand again with a loop along his wrist. The blade of the ancient sword had already crossed Chen Feng's bamboo sword, and the stabbing sword burst out. The tip of the ancient sword lightly touched Chen Feng's chest, and the man jumped away from Chen Feng's side in the next moment.

"That's all for today, your blocking style is already in shape. Now I can't attack you without using some attack techniques. All you need to do in the future is to keep familiarizing yourself and perfect your blocking skills on the basis of what you are doing. Stickers are specific to some special attack techniques, which require a special way of blocking. The man's hair was also soaked with sweat, and his face was a little pale. The consternation at Chen Feng had gradually been replaced by numbness. After four hours of high-intensity training, he didn't see a trace of tiredness in this little ghost, and a pair of ocean-blue pupils always reflected a focused and confident persistence. Although his hair was already wet with sweat and his sword robe was sticky to his skin, all the discomfort did not affect his performance in the slightest.

Chen Feng nodded, "Teacher, can the block also be paired with some simple body skills?"

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth grinned, "Yes, but the body block needs to be combined with the basic block." If you don't think half a day is enough, I can teach you more. ”

Chen Feng smiled slightly behind the sword, although no one has taught this action, but it is also simple, and you will know it if you have seen it. He bowed deeply to the man, "The teacher is above, and Chen Feng is in vain." ”

"Hehe, don't call me teacher, I'm afraid I won't have a lot to teach you. Long Xi. The man walked to his bag and put the ancient sword on his back after loading it, "Contact me next time you need to spar, I should stay in Kyushu for a while." ”

When Long Xi walked out of the Sword Pavilion, there was already a law-exclusive sedan hovering outside the Sword Pavilion Gate, and he got into the car and disappeared into Chen Feng's field of vision.

Chen Feng stood quietly in the center of the Bafang Terrace, a strong wind surrounded him, the sweat on his body was quickly evaporated, and the salt particles were also carried away by the wind one by one. Steward Zhou appeared at Chen Feng's side at the right time, "Young Master, this person?"

"Give him time to rest in the future schedule, and let him come at other times.