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"Do you know swordsmanship?" Chu Li said.

"I don't know swordsmanship, but I'd love to learn it. Yang Baoshu said busily.

Chu Li shook his head: "It's not easy to practice swords, they all say that three years of sword practice, ten years of sword practice." ”

"I don't think they will last ten years. ”

"They didn't get home. ”

"That's ......" Yang Baoshu hurriedly said: "Then sir, have you practiced at home?"

"I-?" Chu Li smiled: "It's still far away." ”

"I want to practice swords, can I practice them?" Yang Baoshu said, "It's not too late, right?"

"Eighteen, right?" Chu Li motioned for him to sit down and speak: "Ten years of practice, twenty-eight, it's not too late." ”

Yang Baoshu hurriedly said: "Can that gentleman teach me?"

"My swordsmanship is not good, fancy style. Chu Li shook his head and said.

Yang Baoshu glanced at the long sword on the table in disappointment.

Even if it's a fancy style, it's much better than not knowing anything.

It seems that people don't want to teach, tomorrow I have to let my mother prepare some gifts, don't you have to give gifts!

Chu Li picked up the tea and took a sip.

Yang Baoshu got up to say goodbye with interest, and when he left, he reluctantly glanced at the long sword on the table.

When he returned the next evening, he brought back a long piece of wood, and then he tinkered around the yard and sharpened a long sword, which was about the same shape and color as the Dust Light Sword. But it's a good workmanship.

Chu Li was still practicing his sword in the setting sun, and his movements were slow. Look for that hazy feeling.

As long as you capture this perfect fit, the big circle mirror wisdom can be imprinted in your mind. Even if it is practiced, it is a pity that this feeling is faint and vague, as if there is a layer of thick fog covering it, and it can't be touched.

All the martial arts secrets he had seen in his mind were blending, rushing towards this layer of dense fog, trying to clear the dense fog.

He is not in a hurry, he does not accomplish two days in one day, and he does not accomplish three days in two days. Someday it will be done.

He was practicing his sword, and Yang Baoshu took the ladder to the wall and looked at him with a smile.

Chu Li pretended not to see it and continued to practice his sword.

Yang Baoshu waved the wooden sword, learning Chu Li's appearance, and it seemed to be the same.

He felt that practicing this slow swordsmanship with a wooden sword and peeking at it a few times was not a taboo for martial artists.

It's a pity that he can't feel the power of this sword technique at all, and such a sword technique is unleashed. It's really a chicken that can't be killed.

Chu Li closed his eyes, focused on the inside, and ignored the outside world.

Until twilight comes up and the lights come on. He stopped his sword.

Yang Baoshu saw him open his eyes, and hurriedly waved his sword to greet him: "Sir, what do you think of my sword?"

Chu Li glanced at it: "Good sword!"

Yang Baoshu smiled: "Sir." Let me tell you, my craft is a family heirloom. No one can compare to us on Westwall Street!"

Chu Li nodded: "Good craftsmanship." ”

"Do you want to make another one for Mr.?" Yang Baoshu said: "The wooden sword is still quite easy to break. ”

"Thanks, no. Chu Lidao.

"Oh. Okay, when Mr. wants it in the future, tell me and I'll get you a better one!" Yang Baoshu replied disappointedly.

"Ouch!!"

He suddenly screamed, fell off the wall, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Bastard, you still learn to climb over the wall!" Yang Baoshu's mother Zhou scolded loudly: "If you don't practice your boxing skills after eating, take a broken sword and compare, what are you crazy about!"

Yang Baoshu patted the mud on his body and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Mother, I'm practicing swords." ”

"You haven't practiced your boxing skills yet, what kind of sword are you going to practice!" Zhou Shi said angrily: "If you are greedy and chew too much, you don't understand this truth?" Give me a good practice of boxing, and you are not allowed to sleep if you don't practice twenty times today!"

"Mother, how many times have I practiced, this spirit monkey fist is not good-!" Yang Baoshu said disapprehantly: "There is no power at all, and I can't beat others...... That's why I want to practice swords!"

"Spirit Monkey Boxing can't work?" Zhou crossed his waist and sneered: "It's because you don't have the ability, your father practiced this boxing technique in the first place, he became a dart master, went south and north, and was very majestic, why can't you?"

"Yes, yes, I don't have the skills. Yang Baoshu saw that his mother's face changed, and he was busy softening: "I must practice, twenty times, twenty times!"

"That's pretty much it, hurry!"

Chu Li smiled.

He Dayuan Jingzhi has long seen Yang Baoshu's boxing spectrum, this spirit monkey boxing is indeed good, but well, ordinary people really can't practice well.

All the spirit beasts have entered the 100,000 mountains, like spirit tigers and spirit monkeys, and almost no one in the world today has ever seen a spirit monkey.

In this way, the essence of the Spirit Monkey Fist cannot be grasped, and there is only the Spirit Monkey Fist, but the power cannot be practiced.

He practiced a good set of spirit monkey boxing into orangutan boxing, strong and strong, strong and heavy, don't you know that this is just contrary to the gist of the spirit monkey boxing, and if you practice for another hundred years, you will not be able to understand the essence of the spirit monkey boxing, and the power is limited.

In the evening of that day, Chu Li bought two boxes of dim sum and walked back, and when he was walking on the street, it happened that Yang Baoshu also came back.

"Sir is back. Yang Baoshu greeted warmly.

Chu Li bowed his head lightly, did not speak, and was cold and abnormal.

Yang Baoshu scratched his head helplessly.

This strange man, here he is again, why when he goes to the street, he pretends not to know him, and he doesn't say a word, but he is okay at his house, and he is very polite, he is really a strange person!

Chu Li held a snack in one hand and a burden in the other, walking slowly.

Yang Baoshu originally walked briskly, seeing that he was walking so slowly, he couldn't be rude to pass him directly, so he could only follow him, moving step by step, and choking him in a hurry.

Chu Li glanced at him and gestured.

Yang Baoshu understood that he was letting him get out of the way first, so he had to hug his fists and run away in a hurry.

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The twilight was surging, the lights were on, and Chu Li was still practicing his sword in the courtyard.

In the morning, he practiced the Heavenly Demon Skill, the White Tiger practiced the Yang Diagram and the Vajra Doo Divine Skill, and from the afternoon to the evening, he practiced the Extreme Sutra and the Seven Styles of the Divine Sword.

Except for the time when he went out for a walk, he was almost always practicing, there was no interference from mundane affairs, he calmed down and cultivated, and he entered the realm quickly.

He secretly thought that if he devoted himself to cultivation like this, it would not be out of reach to catch up with Lu Guogong, but it was a pity that such a time would not be too long.

He was practicing his sword slowly, and Yang Baoshu climbed up the wall again: "Sir, sir, my mother made dumplings, try it." ”

As he spoke, he dragged the ladder up, took it to Chu Li's courtyard, and walked down with a plate of steaming dumplings.

Without waiting for Chu Li to speak, he put it directly on the stone table: "My mother's craftsmanship is also excellent, try it!"

As he spoke, he handed over a pair of chopsticks.

Chu Li glanced at him, took the chopsticks and tasted a dumpling, although it was vegetarian, it was full of fragrance, it was indeed excellent.

"How is it, it's delicious, right?" Yang Baoshu said proudly.

"Not bad. Chu Li nodded with satisfaction.

He has suffered a lot for a while, and the restaurants in Qingyun City and Yang Xu's cooking skills are far inferior to Xue Ling.

Suddenly eating such a delicious food made him quite emotional.

"Come on, sir, sit down and eat!" Yang Baoshu was busy wiping the wooden pier with his sleeve.

Chu Li sat down.

Yang Baoshu said again: "Sir, this sword is in the way here." ”

As he spoke, he pushed the sword on the stone table to the side.

He pushed, a look of surprise.

It's so heavy, no, it's not a wooden sword!

"Sir, I'll see this sword. Yang Baoshu stared at the dust light sword with a hippie smile: "Just take a look." ”

Chu Li had already eaten two dumplings: "Okay, then take a look." ”

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )