readx; Marven strolled up to the top of the slope, intending to find a little hidden place to sleep first, when he saw a figure sitting under the largest tree at the top of the slope. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He didn't have to know who it was.

That's the white madman of the village.

The white madman is not surnamed Bai, to be exact, no one knows what his surname is, the origin of the name is because of his messy white hair, judging by his age, the white madman is about fifty years old, it is said that he wandered to the village more than ten years ago, since he came, no one has heard him say a word, and he did not answer when asked, he seemed to be deaf and dumb.

Not only that, but he also seemed to be a little crazy, in the early years, he could often be seen sitting at the entrance of the village, sitting for a day, and then somehow began to fiddle with all kinds of gadgets, what small stones and small wooden blocks, stacked and posed in what shape, pondered for a while, and then knocked down with a bang, and then continued to swing.

This kind of style, if you are not crazy, probably not many people believe it, but most of the people in the village are simple and kind, and someone always sends him some food every once in a while, and I have never seen him react, let alone say thank you.

Later, somehow, he couldn't be seen at the entrance of the village, and Marven knew that this guy, like himself, always liked to sit on the hillside.

In this village, if there is someone with similar hobbies to Marven, it is probably this white madman of unknown origin, so Marven always has an indescribable sense of closeness when he sees him, so much so that he often gives him half of lunch, although he has never had any reaction.

Marven habitually put a wheat cake at the feet of the white madman, and then walked away in amusement, and sat down under a tree about ten meters away from him, intending to sleep first.

As soon as he was about to fall asleep, a voice suddenly said, "Aren't you supposed to train?"

Marven was startled, and suddenly fell asleep, and hurriedly got up, but there was no big fierce face of Instructor Bligh in front of him, and there was no one around.

For a long time, just when he thought he was asleep, he heard the voice continue: "I'm asking you." ”

This time he reacted, and the voice came from the white maniac.

Marven was a little stunned, wasn't he deaf and dumb?

"Ask me?" Marven pointed to his nose and asked tentatively, "Can you speak?"

"Nonsense. The white madman didn't look at this side, and replied coldly.

Marven was a little embarrassed and said with a dry smile: "I...... Kicked out......"

"Why?" the white madman still didn't turn his head, and his posture remained the same.

Marven pondered for a while before he recounted what happened when he was kicked out.

The white madman listened quietly and said lightly: "There are no really stupid apprentices, only masters who can't teach, it's not your fault." ”

Marven was casual by nature and didn't really care much about this matter, but after listening to it, he still felt much lighter, and couldn't help but cast a grateful glance at the white madman.

It seems that not only is he not crazy, but on the contrary, he is much wiser than the stubborn old man in the village.

The white madman still didn't react, tilted his head slightly, as if thinking about something, and said after a while: "You gave me a total of 1,224 times of food, and in return, I can teach you swordsmanship." ”

Marven was stunned, looked at the white madman, and didn't dare to speak.

Judging from his appearance, the white madman is not even a hundred pounds, and he is taller than him to find a larger sword, so it is probably unknown whether he can hold it, what kind of swordsmanship are you talking about?

But to tell the truth, the white madman has given him enough shock at present, and a madman who has been considered deaf and dumb for more than ten years is not at all what he seems.

The white madman didn't care about his reaction, and got up and walked to the woods behind the hillside.

Marven looked at his slender body, walking lightly, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, couldn't help but sigh, and followed him into the woods.

It was only when he walked into the depths of the forest, surrounded by dense forests that almost obscured the sky, that the white madman stopped in a clearing in the middle of the forest, which was about ten meters square, turned his head and asked, "What have you learned, tell me about it?" ”

Marven's face flushed, "I was distracted when the instructor was lecturing...... Didn't hear anything......"

The white madman didn't care, only glanced at him with a cloudy gaze, and said: "The sword is currently the most widely used weapon in the two continents, and there are some differences in appearance and use, just talk about the sword of our continent." ”

"The swords of the Western Continent are collectively referred to as broad-edged swords, the sword body is wider and longer, and the skills are less than the narrow swords of the Eastern Continent and the thin swords of the elves, but they have more advantages on the battlefield. The white madman said a lot rarely, followed by a pause, and said, "Where's your sword?"

Marven hurriedly handed over the sword.

The white madman hesitated, then reached out and took it, "This is called a sword?"

"Yes...... Let me chop firewood with ......" Marven's face turned red again, "I feel like the instructor has given up on me......"

"If you really give up, he will give you a chai knife, not a sword. The white madman put his sword horizontally in front of him, stretched out his fingers and knocked twice, "Chopping wood is also a kind of practice, in essence, it is no different from chopping people. ”

Marven was stunned, this sounds a bit like crazy words, can you chop people and chop wood?

This guy ...... You won't be crazy again, will you?

Of course, he didn't dare to say anything, so he just snorted.

The white madman didn't explain much, staring at the broken rusty sword in his hand, his eyes suddenly became very complicated, as if there were feelings, nostalgia, sadness, etc., and his usual cold and stupid expression was also much softer.

It wasn't until Marven waited until he was impatient and began to wander again that he spoke: "The sword is a weapon that is easy to learn and difficult to master, anyone who picks up a sword knows how to chop, but there are only a handful of people who can use these basic skills to the peak. ”

"Let's start with the most basic, and the three most frequently used basic techniques, chopping, slashing and stabbing. The white madman paused and continued: "On the battlefield, if you can use these three actions well, you are already stronger than most ordinary soldiers. ”

Marven quickly nodded his head, but then he noticed the sound of birds around him, and he felt that there seemed to be many fewer birds today than yesterday's, and the sound was not very cheerful.

Is it about to change?

"Splitting, refers to the tip of the sword below three to five inches as the force point, the use of waist force, arm strength, wrist strength to swing down, to have the opponent's sword cut in half momentum, the usage is mostly vertical and oblique split, but because of the action is large, the flaw is also relatively large, so the timing of use should be grasped well, even if the opponent has the ability to block, it is enough to break his balance. ”

As he spoke, the white madman suddenly raised his sword and took a step forward, slashing forward like lightning, the speed was really a blink of an eye, and it was amazingly fast!

Marven, who was distracted, was taken aback, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have thought that this thin old man, who usually walks shaky, could make such a swift movement?

The white madman looked as usual, turned his head and asked him, "Do you see clearly?"

Marven didn't dare to admit that he was wandering, so he had to nod.

The white madman handed him the sword, "Try it." ”