"Split!"

Tang En's sword is undoubtedly a good sword, the handguard is very exquisitely made, the ends of the two ends are also carved with intricate patterns, the sword body can be seen to be carefully maintained, sharp, spotless, without the slightest flaw. And with his slash this time, the sound of breaking the air was loud but not harsh, very thick, and you could feel the surging power just by listening to the sound.

"Follow along. ”

After Don demonstrated once, he motioned for Norman to follow, staring carefully without blinking.

He had big expectations for Norman.

According to Donne's years of experience, the slave in front of him is a very good knight material, with a unique physical advantage, and his body is simply born for the knight profession. If Tang En can have such a body, he believes that he can spend a lot less time on the tempering of his body, and now he may not even be a silver knight, but a gold knight, which is also one of the reasons why a silver knight like Don would take the initiative to buy this slave and want to teach the other party after the transaction failed.

It's like a skilled craftsman seeing an uncarved jade and trying to save it from the thick dust and dirt.

And after Donn's demonstration, Norman began.

He raised his sword.

Done's eyes became more focused.

Due to the backward metallurgical technology in this world, there are not many good weapons, and Norman's sword is much inferior to Donn's sword, not even a gauntlet, it looks like an iron bar, and there is even a small gap in the middle of the sword near the side of the gauntlet, but for those civilians who even regard iron farming tools as heirlooms, this is already a very precious possession.

Norman followed Donn's example with his sword in both hands and slashed at the front.

As he moved, the anticipation in Don's eyes quickly cooled.

He couldn't help but frown.

How so?

In fact, judging from the general level of learning swords for the first time, Norman's sword is not bad to the end, at least it is at the lower middle level, but he has such a unique physical condition!

Don didn't expect much from how loud his first sword would be able to make a cracking sound and how precise the direction control would be, but it wouldn't be ordinary enough to do it, would he?

This made Don couldn't help but look at the fat exposed under Norman's tattered clothes, and the fat on his slightly large chest was still trembling slightly at the moment.

If the fat was muscle, the effect would be much better.

Tang En had almost guessed the root of the lack of strength shown in the other party's sword, in a word, it was a word.

Weak.

But maybe there will be surprises in other ways?

"Thorn!"

Don didn't like to talk nonsense, so he straightened his sword with one hand and stabbed forward.

During the whole process of flat stabbing, his hand was as steady as Mount Tai, and there was no trembling at all, and the sword light shot forward like lightning, drawing a straight line, as if it was drawn according to a ruler.

"Follow along. ”

Don stared at Norman again, and Norman did as he had just done, holding his sword in one hand and stabbing it forward. However, compared to Donn's straight lines, his sword was crooked and twisted like a silver snake, and the final stab was at least a small arm's distance away from the horizontal position where he had originally held it.

Donn's brow furrowed even tighter.

The slave in front of him had even worse control over his body's strength, and of course, it had a lot to do with his lack of strength.

"For the time being, let's do these two movements first, each of which will do a hundred strokes, starting with the next split. ”

Don didn't plan to teach anymore, and after speaking out, he stood aside and watched.

Norman was a slave, and his master Demps made him obey Donn's orders, and he naturally had no reason to refuse, so he began to practice according to Done's instructions, holding the sword in his hand with both hands, and doing the downward chopping movements one by one.

Don watched quietly from the sidelines, his eyes focused.

Seeing Norman's performance, he actually had some doubts in his heart, and even had a strange thought: This guy can't be like this on purpose, right?

Although he didn't know what kind of reason the other party could have as a slave to deliberately waste such a great opportunity, he still couldn't help but think so, after all, judging from the other party's figure, his performance should not be so bad. But after watching silently for a long time, Don finally confirmed it in his heart.

The slave in front of him should indeed be a level.

If he wanted to disguise once, it wouldn't be difficult, but it would be very difficult to maintain the same level of practice for dozens of exercises.

It can be seen that this slave has indeed done his best, and his body and understanding are only at this level. And in these dozens of exercises, his subtle progress is indeed in line with Donn's inherent cognition, and there is no element of deception.

Don didn't know how superb his acting skills and body control were in front of him, and it couldn't be easier to fool him into a silver knight.

However, Norman did not use his acting skills this time, and he did his best, as Donn thought.

His superhuman physical qualities, which had been transformed by the dragon's blood and the Funeral Heart Sutra, were now gone, and he was just an ordinary man with a huge body as he looked on the surface.

This is also an aspect of Norman's self-punishment.

After leaving Arica, based on the superego's self-punishment mechanism, he constantly tried to achieve spiritual pleasure through physical pain, but his physical body was a major obstacle in front of him.

He would not feel uncomfortable running for a day and a night, and no amount of bad weather and terrain could make him feel the slightest discomfort, and even the bite and pounce of wild beasts could not hurt and suffer him.

He was not physically miserable and not happy spiritually, so he turned to the Knights Templar for help with this problem, and that was the first time he had contacted the Knights Templar since Arica.

The Knights Templar did not ignore him because of his nervousness, they cherished Norman's rare opening, and really came up with a feasible solution.

"The Heart Sutra of the Burial Sun is a practice that goes all the way forward, and there is no way to regress your bodily functions, but there is a similar trick in the Heart Sutra of Catching the Sea. ”

"If we assume that everything that Sowell said is true, that the Rushing to the Sea, the Burial Day, and the Driving of the Mountains were all created by him, then the Heart Sutra of Catching the Sea and the Heart Sutra of the Burial Sun are of the same origin, and there is a great correlation between the two, and in fact, we have found some evidence to support this view in the study of the two exercises. ”

"According to our current research results, the Heart Sutra and the Heart Sutra of the Burial Sun are actually two different branches that branch out of the same tree, and the source is the same, so in many ways, it should also be the same. While all of this is just speculation for the time being, the odds are not bad, and we think you can give it a try if you want to achieve what you're looking for. ”

Norman accepted Lancelot's plan without even thinking about it, he didn't think about the consequences of failure, and he didn't even listen to the consequences of failure. Perhaps in his mind, success or failure is a good outcome for him.

But the Knights Templar were as reliable as ever, and they succeeded.

Following Lancelot's method, it took Norman seven days to successfully restore his superhuman body to the state of a normal person—the very ordinary kind. Even the innate improvement of his body caused by the dragon's blood that Sowell said was erased, and Norman's physical fitness after the restoration was not as good as the natural shell he had when he first arrived in Cárdenas.

Since then, Norman has been tired of walking for a long time, hot when the temperature rises at noon, cold when the temperature drops at night, pain when he falls on the road, and bleeding from his foot when he is cut by a sharp stone.

Physically, he has completely become an ordinary person.

Not only that, but his mental power also changed.

After all, the methods of the Knights Templar were transplanted from the "Heart Sutra of the Sea", although they optimized and localized the system of the "Heart Sutra of the Funeral Sun", but after all, it still had an impact on his spiritual power, which led to a change in his spiritual power, and as a result of the change, Norman's 128 spiritual powers, were bundled into one.

No, it should not be said to be "Tao", but "grain".

His psychic power became something roughly elliptical in shape.

As his spiritual power became like this, he naturally couldn't cultivate all the time like before, and he couldn't multitask, and what's worse was that as his spiritual power became such a strange thing, his thinking became slow.

In short, Norman is dumber than he used to be.

However, Norman was not upset by this, but felt more and more comfortable.

His physical pain was exchanged for his spiritual pleasure, a psychological mechanism akin to atonement.

......

"Good. ”

Seeing Norman hanging beside him with a sword in one hand, panting like a bull, Don nodded, "That's it for today." ”

Before teaching Norman today, Don had set an expected goal for the slave in his mind, but until now, Norman had not reached this goal, but Don was not as disappointed as he was when he first found out that Norman was not good. Because there was at least one thing Norman did what he wanted, and that was willpower.

This slave's strength and stamina are not as strong as he appears, but his willpower is really good.

In Don's opinion, when this slave stabbed the 62nd time, his body was obviously not good, his wrists were trembling, and the sword he stabbed out was more erratic than before, no longer like a snake, but like a mess, but he still persevered, and finished all the remaining 38 sword stabbing exercises, and none of the swords in the middle were smuggling and slippery, and they were all stabbed with all his strength according to his requirements.

Don didn't know how he did it in that state where his whole body couldn't stop trembling, and when he was done, Norman was trembling, his face was red, and his head was steaming hot in front of Don.

He also understood why this slave could still do so much heavy work in the evening after carrying people and goods during the day.

He was completely using willpower to carry it, and this was also the reason for Donn's misjudgment.

Truth be told, Don appreciates this a lot, as he is a strong-willed figure in his own right. But also to be honest, he is not optimistic about the future of this slave, because willpower is not everything.

In a low-level stage like bronze and silver, this slave has such willpower, and with years of penance, he can indeed achieve some achievements, and it is not impossible to eventually become a silver knight, but that's it, a higher level, what is needed is talent, and this slave obviously does not have that kind of talent.

Besides, they don't have that much time for him to slowly train this slave now, and in the case of only ten days at most, talent is far more important than willpower.

It is not impossible for an untrained person to become a qualified warrior in ten days, even a trainee knight, or even a bronze horseman, but enough willpower cannot make an untrained person do this.

Because of time.

Don had to admit that he had lost his eyes this time and made a loss-making deal. Strangely, however, he was not annoyed by this, but only sighed.

A sigh for the strong-willed but ill-timed slave in front of him.

If the dragons hadn't returned to the mainland, if they weren't going to Siam now, if he wasn't a slave, if he had allowed himself to bump into him somewhere else, if if all the ifs had been added up, then Don really wanted to take the young man in front of him as his knight's servant.

Unfortunately, they met at the wrong time.

"Go back to sleep. ”

Don said this to Norman.

He didn't even notice that his tone was a little softer now than before.

"Tomorrow this time, come back to me. ”

Norman nodded and turned to leave, but Don looked at the sword in his hand.

This slave should have practiced the sword too hard before, and his muscles were stiff, so he still unconsciously held the sword tightly in his hand, as if he didn't realize it.

This situation has also happened to Don.

Don looked at the sword, and finally spoke up when Norman took the first step, about to take the second step.

"The sword remains. ”

Appreciate and appreciate, this sword is still worth some money.

He's already made a loss-making deal, but he can't lose more.

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