Li Shangyang turned around, broke two branches from not far away, handed one to Li Zhuohua, and said: "From now on, I will pass on your swordsmanship, you have to think about it, once you decide, you can't give up halfway." ”

Zhuohua didn't think about it, and even nodded a little impatiently and said, "I know, I know, but where do you start?" ”

A smile crossed Li Shangyang's face, and he said, "It's very simple, I'll attack you with this branch, and you can defend it." ”

As soon as Zhuohua heard this, he returned to the young master's temperament and said, "Why can you only attack me and defend it, I will also attack." ”

Li Shangyang smiled even more, as if he was in his way, and said with a smile: "Okay, you come to attack, you don't have to worry, I won't use my strength, then let's start." Anyway, he didn't move first, and just stood with his hands in his hands and looked down at him.

Zhuohua saw that he didn't move first, and he didn't see any way, so he swept over with a branch, although Li Yuyao had taught him half a set of Taizu long fists before, at this time, using the branch as a sword, it was obviously useless, but fortunately, there was a little foundation, and the sweep in front of him was also good.

Seeing that the branch was about to sweep in front of Li Shangyang, his right hand held his branch and stretched forward, only making an upward movement, just blocking in front of Zhuohua's 'sword', and using the power of the upward picking, his sword body was tilted upwards by a few points, just close to his belly, and the upward branch was just pumped on Zhuohua's face.

Although he barely used a trace of strength, Zhuohua's chin and lips were immediately swollen, after all, he was still a child, and he almost cried out in pain all of a sudden, covering his mouth and saying angrily to Li Shangyang: "Old man, why did you come up and beat me so hard?" ”

Li Shangyang said casually: "I just raised my hand to block your sword, even if you can easily do it now, in the future, I will teach you to practice the sword is probably like this, you can only find a way to deal with it, can it not be like now, do you understand?" ”

Zhuo Hua covered his mouth and nodded, after suffering hardship, he was no longer as ignorant as Fang Cai, and now he put the branches horizontally in front of him, making a defensive posture.

Li Shangyang still only held the stick in his right hand, and stood with his left hand, while the branch in his right hand seemed to come to life.

After less than a stick of incense, Li Zhuohua was already lying on the ground exhausted, his whole body was covered with red and swollen marks from the branches.

Don't look at Li Shangyang's height is not very tall, and his figure is a little fat at this age, but this swordsmanship is like a ghost, not to mention resisting the right move, even the shadow of this branch can't be seen, and he is already suffering from pain in his body.

But Li Shangyang's offensive came like raindrops, and as soon as Zhuohua fixed his eyes on it, three or four more people were hit by branches at the same time, sometimes it was okay to stab on his body, but he suddenly felt a hot pain when he was pumped on his body, and before he could raise his hand to block it twice, he simply covered his head with both hands, and even threw the 'sword' in his hand on the ground.

Seeing him like this, Li Shangyang looked like he had expected it, so he simply stopped his hand and just looked at him lying on the ground gasping for breath.

Before he could take a few breaths, he looked at Zhuohua's limbs, his face flushed again, and he almost groaned when he saw his painful expression, Li Shangyang saw this, quickly picked him up from the ground, rushed back to the bamboo house, put him in the bathtub and sat on the edge of the bed.

As soon as I arrived in the water, the condition of the scorching flowers suddenly improved a lot, but it was inevitable that at the beginning of each attack, there would still be a burning sensation all over the body.

After a stick of incense in this way, the burning sensation in his whole body had slowly subsided, and what was left was the swelling and pain left by the branches on his body, and he couldn't help but think that just now in front of him, the old man who was not tall and had a somewhat fat figure, his swordsmanship was really terrifying.

Since he was a child, he had only seen his father compare with a few of his men, and the moves were far less ingenious than this swordsmanship.

Zhuohua soaked in the basin of water, and couldn't help but look up and say, "I feel that you are much better than my father and martial arts." ”

Li Shangyang smiled slightly and walked out of the door.

According to the old man, the owner of this villa is the prefect of Yunzhou, who will come to live for three or two months every year, and he lives in the bamboo house in front of the slope on weekdays, which is just a long-term worker who guards the gate.

Zhuohua has been following him like this, and in this strange environment, for a six-year-old child, it is inevitable that he will become as dependent on his father. But what made him desperate was that not long after lunch, he was dragged by the old man to the bamboo forest to "practice swords".

When he was soaking in the basin before going to bed, Li Shangyang took a bottle of bone-setting wine out of nowhere, and poured it all into the water.

But fortunately, after being beaten this day, it was not completely ineffective, and when he soaked in the bathtub at night, he was still closing his eyes and feeling carefully, thinking about how to be less beaten tomorrow.

Although Li Shangyang was asleep on the surface, he often secretly observed Zhuohua, and when he was soaking in the bathtub, he always closed his eyes and silently gestured to something, and he couldn't help but be very relieved.

But when I thought of his internal injury, I couldn't help but start worrying again, so I could only take him to find the man.

Li Shangyang thought silently in his heart, suddenly qi and blood surged, but a stream of heat gushed out of his throat, and his heart was not good, so he immediately sat up from the bed, crossed his legs and knees, ran the true qi around his body, and forcibly pressed it down, not letting this breath of blood spit out.

Seeing that Zhuohua was still asleep, he lay down again with peace of mind and fell asleep.

A few days later, in the early morning of late autumn, Zhuohua was woken up by a cold wind, and when he got up, it turned out that the door of the house was wide open, and the old man had gone out at some point, and before he had time to complain, he thought that he had not been dragged up before dawn as a few days ago, so he stood up and prepared to close the door and sleep for a while.

This cold southern weather is already humid and rainy, but fortunately, there is heat in this week, and I am not so afraid of the cold, otherwise I would have to sleep if I came to another person and made a bunk on this mountain.

got up and touched the door of the house, but saw from a distance that in the open space outside the door yesterday, Li Shangyang fought with a person, Zhuohua put on his mink sweater, and ran to see that the opposite was the thin middle-aged man Wei Jing who had seen him in the yard.

At this moment, he and Li Shangyang are fighting in a hearty manner, and both of them are as fast as lightning, and they can't see clearly what they are using in their hands, probably like yesterday's branches.

I saw that Wei Jing's swordsmanship was dense and fierce, and he attacked the vital place, Li Shangyang was like a giant willow facing the wind, and it seemed that he was going to be hit in the next moment, but he just guarded it well.

Zhuohua gradually walked in, and he was stunned.

Li Shangyang saw him coming out of the house from a distance, but his hand didn't stop, still beckoning Wei Jing.

Wei Jing saw Li Shangyang's eyes deflected, and knew that it was the young master who got up, so he slowly stopped his hand, put away his sword and stood next to Li Shangyang.

Zhuo Hua saw clearly that the sword in his hand was different from the slender branch yesterday, and one of them took a bamboo two fingers wide and cut off the fork, which seemed to be convenient.