Say a thousand, say 10,000, the rivers and lakes talk about fists.

Feng Linwan proposed to teach Tang Ci to learn swords, in order to see his talent.

Tang Ci touched the five cents he had hidden in his underwear again, and finally made up his mind and nodded.

He didn't even have the money to go home, and if he couldn't join the World Martial Sect, he would probably starve to death.

This is a very real problem.

Following Feng Linwan, the two of them walked around and walked to the periphery of Tianxia City, a relatively secluded courtyard.

The yard was overgrown with grass, and there was only one path that barely pedestrianized.

However, the three tiled houses in the back are quite properly cleaned up.

Of course, Feng Linwan doesn't live here on weekdays, but the identity of a fortune teller needs to have a complete set of suitable 'origins', and this small courtyard is an additional to his identity.

He took out an iron sword from the room, then drew his long sword and stood on the path.

"The sword is a gentleman among weapons. Feng Linwan's long sword swept away, and the sharp blade cut through the blades of grass around him.

"Fierce is not as good as a knife, calm is not as good as a stick and axe, and strong is not as strong as a spear, but it is the golden mean. Only one stab can best show the danger of the sword. ”

After saying that, Feng Lin stabbed out a sword straight.

This sword accurately mastered the three words of fast and accurate.

Before the blade, a petal was punctured in an instant, but the entire flower on the stem was undamaged.

"Thorn is the key to all swordsmanship, which cannot be avoided, and if you practice this trick well, you will have half of the swordsmanship in the world. Some people even only practice this thorn in their lives, and when they practice faster than everyone else, they can become first-class masters in the rivers and lakes. Feng Linwan deliberately said some chicken soup that was easy to mislead people, wanting to test Tang Ci.

Tang Ci took the sword handed over by Feng Linwan, his hand sank, it seemed that he had not completely caught it, and his arm was a little loose.

"The foundation... It's equal to zero, and it's not good to be born with muscles, but... It's okay!" Feng Linwan didn't care about this.

He wanted to see if this Tang word could be practiced well in an instant, and he could practice it a little bit.

crooked, a sword stabbed out.

Nature··· Without any achievements, it can be seen that the thorn of Tang Ci was originally aimed at a grass stem, but it deviated from the original direction crookedly, and it was a few inches away from the grass stem.

Smiling slightly, Feng Linwan let Tang Ci continue to practice in place, returned to the hut by himself, dragged out a recliner, and lay down like mud.

Time passed quietly.

When it was sunset, when Feng Lin got up to look again, Tang Ci didn't bring him any surprises.

That ordinary thorn has not made much progress at all, not to mention any speed and accuracy, and the distance is ruthless, and it is even more 108,000 miles away.

"I remember, before the doppelganger taught Su Xiu, Su Xiu was obviously a long-term illness, but his muscles and bones were just stronger, a set of chasing the wind and falling moon swordsmanship, after reading it once, he could perform it completely, but he got a glimpse of the way in three days, and he was quite attained, and in less than half a month, he was already on par with those swordsmen who had practiced this swordsmanship for more than ten years. In contrast... Isn't this talent of Tang Ci a little too scummy?" Feng Lin raised his eyebrows, and even wondered for a moment if he had seen the wrong person.

But this suspicion was quickly denied by Feng Linwan himself.

When he no longer sees with his naked eyes, but with his own spiritual sense, he can feel that Tang Ci's terrifying... Progress that even he didn't know about.

"This... !" Feng Linwan was really stunned.

Tang Ci's thorn is still crooked, and if he fights with someone, he will be stabbed to death in an instant.

But Feng Linwan understood what he was doing.

He didn't copy and learn from Feng Linwan's thorn, he was adjusting, interpreting and... Induction, progress.

Feng Linwan's stab, whether it is the body shape, angle, or posture of the shot, all belong to Feng Linwan.

Of course, Tang Ci can be learned, and after copying it, it can make rapid progress.

But he seems to have been driven by instinct not to do so.

Just like an ordinary kindergarten child, the teacher told him that one plus one equals two, and the child will remember this conclusion if he pays a little attention. Then, based on this, quickly master the basic mathematical addition and subtraction algorithms.

And Tang Ci ··· Not only did he memorize the conclusion, he also wanted to analyze it, he wanted to ask for proof.

He wanted to prove why one plus one equals two. It's very perverted, the key is... He's not standing still, he's really working, he's improving, albeit slowly.

Tang Ci's crooked sword after sword, the mediocre man naturally frowned when he saw it, and he only felt that this person was dull and unbearable.

But Feng Linwan understood that he was using different angles and methods to demonstrate the best angle for a sword to stab, as well as the most suitable way for his own sword.

"A thousand miles of horses, one food or one stone. Horse eaters don't know that they can eat thousands of miles. Is it a horse, although he has the ability to travel thousands of miles, he can't eat enough, he lacks strength, he is not beautiful, and he can't get it if he wants to be with Chang Ma, so he can ask for a thousand miles?" Feng Linwan couldn't help but say a sentence in what Ma said.

It means that a horse that travels thousands of miles a day can sometimes eat one stone of food in one meal.

However, people who feed horses do not know how to feed them according to their diet.

Even if such a horse has the ability to travel thousands of miles a day, because it is not full of food and strength, its talent and good qualities cannot be shown, but it cannot run like an ordinary horse.

There is no doubt that Tang Ci is such a maxima.

He didn't have Su Xiu's ability, so he learned a profound swordsmanship in one go, and he cultivated to an extremely profound level in a few days.

I'm afraid that just a simple move is enough for Tang Ci to practice for a long time.

But it's not the same... The foundation is different!

Su Xiuna belonged to standing on the shoulders of giants, and all his excellence came from the accumulation of excellence in creating those powerful martial arts scholars at the beginning. He just took the legacy left by his predecessors and played it well.

And Tang Ci ··· From the very beginning, he was walking alone on the avenue.

Although he borrowed from the paths of others, he was looking for his own path from the beginning.

Looking at Tang Ci, who kept trying, suddenly Feng Linwan also had some kind of understanding.

"I have the resources of the Galaxy Age, I have the golden finger that ignores the first ring, and there are so many powerful methods for me to choose from. But why am I not another Su Xiu? Perhaps the purpose of this first precept is not just to let the Galaxy Terran not be complacent, but to keep improving. It's also to find the kind of true genius who can learn from thousands of avenues, but can open up a path by himself from the beginning. ”

"Perhaps, compared to the countless mediocre people who are trapped and difficult to progress because of the blurred, polluted, and cluttered roads, for the entire galaxy civilization, as long as a true genius can be born who can open another one on his own and take charge of himself, it is also worth it. Feng Linwan was shocked in his heart, but he did not deny himself.

If people are so easy to be infected and guided by the actions of others, they will only gradually lose themselves and finally fall into endless wandering.

Everyone has their own direction and path that suits them, and if they don't come to the end, what is right or wrong?