Wang Quanquan was interested in the young man's swordsmanship.

Just now he took a cursory look at the things on the pillar, although most of them are bullshit, but there are also one or two tricks, which are quite in line with the rules.

So he said to the middle-aged man: "Don't get in the way, I really want to be taught." ”

The young man named Hong Mao was even more excited when he heard the word "Lingjiao", and thought to himself, isn't this a bridge that only exists in martial arts?

He hurried to the edge of his bed, and carefully pulled out a wad of paper from under the bed.

After the middle-aged man saw the paper, his face couldn't help but become strange, Hong Mao, this kid usually shouts poor every day, and he can't wait to break it into eight halves, just such a searcher, he is willing to buy useless things such as pen, ink and paper.

As soon as Hong Mao took out the paper, Liu Luming on the side couldn't help but cover his nose, "Heh! I said, brother, why does this thing of yours stink so much, it can't be reused, right? ”

He's not a pretentious master, but the smell of this paper is too big.

When the young man heard this, his face immediately turned red, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

The pile of paper in his hand is indeed very similar to the straw paper used to rub his buttocks, but if you look closely, you can still see the difference.

Wang Quanquan took the paper with the pattern, glanced at Liu Luming, and said lightly:

"Your Young Master Liu is from a wealthy family, so naturally I don't know, this is the taste of ink that has been left for a long time."

After speaking, he lowered his head and looked carefully, and Hong Mao on the side turned red for a while when he saw this.

In fact, the king has not said a word, this is the most inferior ink will have the taste, the real good ink, even if it is put for a long time, it will not stink, and there will even be a faint fragrance, the so-called "ink fragrance" The word is derived from this.

Liu Luming heard Wang Quanquan's half-sarcastic words, and said disapprovingly: "Brother Wang's words are wrong, I haven't read much since I was a child, so naturally I don't know much about it. ”

“……”

Wang Quanquan was really too lazy to talk to this guy who lacked roots, and seriously lowered his head and looked at the "sword spectrum".

Not to mention, this one is a lot more decent than the ones on the pillar, although it is also mixed with a lot of fists and embroidered legs, but at least they are all useful moves.

"Who gave this to you?"

Wang Quanquan looked up at the young man in front of him.

The young man was a little embarrassed and said:

"I think it's all my own thinking, sometimes I go to the city to listen to books, I think which passages are good, I write them down, and then when I come back, I draw them according to my imagination."

Wang Quanquan was a little stunned when he heard this, he had seen a lot of people who practiced martial arts, but it was the first time he had seen it when he was pondering the sword spectrum according to the story, and he really let him study it.

Hong Mao saw that the adult on the other side had a dull expression and did not move, and thought that he had said the wrong thing, so he hurriedly said:

"My lord, if you don't think it's good, don't look at it, I'm drawing it blindly anyway."

Wang Quanquan came to his senses and said seriously: "You have drawn well, but there are some places that still need to be improved, do you have a brush?" ”

The originally deflated young man immediately regained his spirit when he heard this, he carefully took out a slightly bifurcated brush from his arms, and then pulled out a small piece of ink from under the bed, there was no inkstone, so he directly found a broken bowl, added some water to it and grinded it up, because it was a coarse porcelain tea bowl, so the ink was quickly grinded out.

His operation made everyone look stupid, where is the pen and ink hidden in this posture, it is clearly two gold bars hidden, especially the old aconite and the middle-aged man, they get along with this kid day and night every day, and they don't find out his secret.

Wang Quanquan took the brush handed by the young man with a smile, then spread the whole pile of paper on the only table in the room, leaned over and began to draw.

While drawing, he didn't forget to explain to the young man on the side:

"You see, the first move, the battle starts quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly, and does not give the enemy the slightest chance to react, so this move must be fast."

As he spoke, Wang Quanquan directly cut off three of the redundant movements of the first move, leaving only two.

"These two moves seem to be only drawing the sword and stabbing it, but as long as you practice diligently and can make a coherent movement in an instant, you have already won half of the battle."

After speaking, Wang Quanquan did not forget to show it, only to see him standing in front of the candlestick, his eyes staring at the candle flame, and then, only to see a flash of cold light, the candle flame in front of him has been extinguished by the tip of the sword, and this whole process, everyone present did not see clearly.

Fortunately, the moonlight was bright, and everyone could still see the white smoke rising from the wick of the candle, otherwise they would have wondered if everything just now was an illusion.

"Brother Lu Ming, please light the candle again."

Wang Quanquan still spoke lightly, and Liu Luming on the side did it upside down, it was the first time he saw Wang Quanquan make a move, how could he not seize the opportunity and take a good look.

Immediately afterwards, the king stood back at the table and opened the second piece of paper.

"This style, too much emphasis on attack and neglect of defense."

After that, he raised his pen again to modify the movements of the characters in the painting, and Hong Mao on the side nodded straight when he heard it.

At this time, in his opinion, the adult next to him is definitely a first-class martial arts master, and he is the protagonist in martial arts, and he has been guided by a master.

This time, the king's authority was not demonstrated, but it made Liu Lu Mingkong on the side happy.

Then, the third, the fourth.

"In this style, the strength is a lot different, the hand must be stretched forward a little more, and the footsteps must keep up."

"This move, should be inherited from the previous move, to sweep in all directions, deter the enemy at the same time, but also to achieve the purpose of defense, remember, the enemy is most taboo to open and close, but sometimes, the appropriate wide open and close can play a miraculous effect."

At this time, several people in the house gathered around, and I don't know if they can understand it, but it seems that they have done enough.

"The sixth style, too fancy, cut two moves, the seventh style, lack of stamina, need to step in advance, the eighth style ......"

Wang Quanquan commented on it one after another, until he saw the last one, he was stunned at first, and then, his eyes burst out with unprecedented brilliance, this style was completely different from the previous feeling.

He asked in disbelief: "Did you also draw this style?" ”

The young man looked at it carefully, nodded first, and then shook his head.

His action made the old aconitum on the side confused, "I said Hong boy, yes, no, no, why are you nodding and shaking your head?" ”

The boy scratched the back of his head and said embarrassedly: "This page was indeed drawn by me, but not by listening to the paintings and calligraphy myself, but by drawing it according to an old man's description." ”

"What old man?" The old aconitum is even more confused, isn't he just an old man in the whole ditch station?

"Before, when you weren't there, an old man passed by and asked for a drink, so I led him into the house, and he happened to see the sword book I drew on the pillar, and then asked me if I wanted to learn swordsmanship."

"What did you say?" This time, not only the old aconite, but even the royal authority became curious.

Hong Mao blinked and continued, "I didn't think he was very powerful at the time, but I nodded and agreed. And then he started describing it to me, and I started drawing on paper, and I ended up with this page, what's the matter, is this page amazing? ”

Wang Quanquan showed a wry smile when he heard this, and said: "It's not just powerful, it's just the peak." ”

Ordinary people may not be able to see it, but Wang Quanquan, a person who practices swordsmanship, knows at a glance that this swordsmanship, even if it is only one move, is above the thirteen styles of the Thrilling Hung.

If you really want to compare, the "grass mustard" style can only touch the skin of this trick.

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