"The old man has been missing for a while, what's going on?"

Fang Dazhi took Pan Feng's words and asked him. [Ran^Text^Library] []

Zhou Yang now enters the blacksmith shop and his life and death are uncertain, although it doesn't seem like a bad thing, but Fang Dazhi still can't rest assured, and if he finds out more about this old man, he will have more confidence in the unknown outcome.

However, this Pan Feng also listened to his brother's usual chat, and many places were unknown. Pan Feng just told the two of them that this old man had disappeared a few years ago and didn't know where to go, and it had been quiet here for many years, but he didn't expect that now he appeared again, still beating on the unknown hammer technique, attracting the attention of many martial cultivators in the Holy Hall, which was a blessing or a curse for them.

Fang Dazhi and Du Yuan glanced at each other, standing at the window of the restaurant, looking at the wind-swept Long's blacksmith shop, a few crooked big characters, and their eyes were indescribably dignified.

At this time, Zhou Yang was sweating in the blacksmith shop.

The hammer weighed more than a thousand catties, and it kept lifting and falling in Zhou Yang's hands, and Zhou Yang, who was wearing his upper body, showed a stream of curly muscles, which looked strong and powerful under the scorching fire.

There was a glint of excitement in his blade-like eyes, and the look of gain made him focus more on the cyclic beating.

This feeling is like when dancing the sword, the feeling that makes Zhou Yang's blood surging and he can't help but want to go crazy, so that the wild light in Zhou Yang's bones can't help but flicker and climb.

The old man surnamed Long looked at Zhou Yang's focused and persistent state, and finally showed an imperceptible smile on his face.

"Boom!"

The last hammer was struck, and the true yuan in Zhou Yang's body was completely consumed. The old man seemed to know his limits, and the daily task was just enough for him to consume the last trace of physical strength, no more, no less, just bottoming out.

Putting down the hammer, Zhou Yang did not fall down like yesterday, but insisted on standing straight.

There were still many words, many doubts that needed to be explained by the old man, and he didn't want to be like yesterday, so excited that he got carried away, and only cared about sensing the situation in his body, and forgot many things.

The old man looked at Zhou Yang and was amazed at his tenacity. With his eyesight, the task arranged today can definitely make an ordinary martial artist so tired that he can lie down and sleep until dawn tomorrow. However, this Zhou Yang actually held on, and he still had the heart to show him an inquiring expression.

Throw a pill to Zhou Yang, it tastes the same as yesterday, and it melts in your mouth.

Zhou Yang had to relax his tough nerves, slowly adjust his internal breath, digest the medicinal power, and guide this medicinal power to transform the body's meridians and *.

"Do you want to ask who the old man is, why he will help you, and why the old man is here to strike iron year after year?"

Before Zhou Yang could speak, the old man looked at Zhou Yang after recovering his spirits, and took the initiative to speak.

The sound of a dull knife filing made people feel very uncomfortable. Zhou Yang endured this kind of voice that cut people's hearts, and was very curious why the old man took the initiative to propose this.

"The old man Longkong, from the distant sea, by chance, the old man obtained the ancient mastery, although the combat effectiveness is amazing, but because of the limited qualifications and stopped at a certain level, the cultivation is not an inch, the old man is anxious, but there is nothing to do. ”

The old man said in a heavy tone: "Until one day, the old man came to this Fengle City and saw the old blacksmith of this blacksmith shop, hammering and hammering some household iron tools. That expression, so focused in this monotonous percussion, as if everything in heaven and earth had become unimportant, and he only had this hammer in his eyes. ”

Long Kong showed a feeling of nostalgia, looked at the tall building in the distance, and said: "The old man stood quietly at the door and watched all morning, feeling that the bottleneck was somewhat loosened, and his understanding of martial arts had improved. But I still haven't touched the most essential thing. ”

So the old man took over the blacksmith's shop and beat this billet of cold iron in the middle of the city, which would never wear out. I want to use the words and deeds, smiles, and experiences of every life of the people who have not cultivated in the red dust to understand martial arts. ”

"Many years have passed, and many things have happened in the meantime, both pleasant and unpleasant, like a cloud of smoke and clouds. Although my state of mind has been improved, my cultivation is still in the same place. ”

The old man sighed and continued: "A few years ago, the old man traveled around the rivers and lakes and settled down in a small place, but he didn't want to meet the chance. In order to thank the boy for his inadvertent actions, the old man decided to treat him with the courtesy of a half-master. ”

The old man's eyes were like knives, he looked at Zhou Yang and said, "You just need to understand that the old man is doing these things just to repay an unknown boy, and you don't have to think about the rest." ”

"The sword, the murder weapon, learn to control, in order to turn the murder weapon into your own help. Boy, do you know how to wield a sword?"

"Thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, the foundation is the foundation of all swordsmanship, splitting, stabbing, pointing, teasing, collapsing, intercepting, wiping, piercing, picking, lifting, twisting, sweeping, these basic sword styles do you really know?"

The old man spoke earnestly, his expression solemn, and he said in a stern language: "Starting tomorrow, you must persist in cultivating the basic sword technique for one hour every day, and then come to the blacksmith shop to forge it for another hour before you can leave, until you can comprehend the true sword path!"

After saying that, Long Kong waved his hand, as if he had exhausted his spiritual power, and drove Zhou Yang out of the dilapidated and mysterious blacksmith shop.

It wasn't until he saw Zhou Yang leave for a long time that Long Kong showed a smile and said secretly: "Boy, if it weren't for the favor of the half-master gift, the old man, I would have stepped into another world a long time ago, how could I still sit here with someone like you who has cultivated and doesn't know how to swords." However, this kid's comprehension is indeed amazing, in just two days, he has comprehended, I don't know what kind of achievements he will achieve in the future?"

The old man's eyes lit up, looking at Zhou Yang's arrogant back, and whispered: "Boy, this seat is waiting for you in the real martial arts world, I hope that I can still see your understanding against the sky when the time comes." ”

On the way back, Zhou Yang was still confused, the old man nagged a lot, and he didn't understand a word.

Repay gratitude, insight, breakthrough, half-master gift...... Zhou Yang didn't know what the old man wanted to express at all, but he understood the sentence of the sword weight.

Thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, no matter how good the talent, no matter how powerful the inheritance, no one can create a castle in the sky out of thin air!

"Do you really know these basic sword styles?"

Not only did Long Kong ask Zhou Yang like this, but he himself was also asking himself, did he really know all the basic sword styles?

The basic sword style is very simple, and every time you start martial arts, you will learn these sword movement methods under the instructor. However, how many people have really learned these sword styles and fully comprehended them?

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