Backyard martial arts training ground.
Di Jin started to warm up and play with the stone lock.
Forward throw, reverse throw, cross throw, back throw...
Hand catch, finger catch, elbow catch, shoulder catch...
With each breath, the inner energy circulates, and in time with the pace, the stone locks fly up and down, which is very interesting to watch.
He has long been familiar with these exercises and is good enough to do two things at once, so while he was warming up, what he was thinking about was the impact of the martial arts passed down from his family just now.
"The Dragon's Mace... Di Lianggong's style of painting has changed dramatically!"
When I worshiped my ancestors before, I thought of him as a fat and kind-hearted person who liked fishing, but he was so majestic when he got angry that even a general would have to get off his horse.
Now he looks like Andy who rarely plays villains. Unfortunately, he only starred in one movie version of Dee Renjie, and that's the only one I can watch...
"That's it!"
Di Xiangling's voice brought him back to reality. A small hand reached over, snatched the stone lock away, danced it in a circle, threw it back casually, and banged it in front of the weapon rack.
When Di Jin came back to his senses, he saw his tough sister coming in front of him: "You have worked hard on your bones and muscles for so many years, and you have built up your inner strength. Your foundation is solid enough, and your body has grown up. Have you made up your mind whether you want to learn the Dragon Mace or not?"
Di Jin pondered for a moment, then asked instead: "Is the method used by my sister to kill the culprits the same as the dragon's mace?"
"Yes!" Di Xiangling answered readily: "If I didn't know how to use my dragon's trump card, I really wouldn't have been able to come back safely with the strength I had at that time~"
This sentence is an understatement, but the danger behind it cannot be explained to outsiders.
In fact, Di Jin has always had a question, whether he traveled back in time half a year ago and replaced the original soul, or whether he grew up from a baby after time traveling, but there was a mystery in the womb, and he only recalled everything in his previous life half a year ago.
But no matter what, the memory is consistent. I remember that in this life, there was an accident in my family when I was a child. From a happy family, only two siblings were left to depend on each other.
The reason why the two and a half-year-old children were able to survive well was that Di Xiangling, who had just turned fourteen years old, went out with a pair of copper maces. When he came back, his face was pale, and the maces were covered with lumps. There was an indescribable fishy smell.
When Di Jin was a child, he didn't know what it was. Later he guessed that it was probably a mixture of brain plasma and blood.
From then on, Di Xiangling often went out with his mace, and the smell on his mace became stronger and stronger. It wasn't until he moved into this house two years ago that someone else came to see him respectfully.
"It was my sister who supported the family in the past, now it's my turn to take over the responsibility..."
When Di Jin had this idea, he naturally had to put it into action: "Since Dragon's Mace is a unique skill passed down from family, why not learn it? I will try my best to balance civil and military skills and allocate my time well."
"Then let's practice!"
Di Xiangling smiled brightly, took two copper maces in his hand, and began to demonstrate: "The mace method has smart moves, pays attention to inserting the frame to intercept and sweep, chop and block, and hold multiple pairs of hands. Once the posture is established, the enemy cannot get close. If he is A heavy blow with a mace will cause extremely serious internal injuries, even if you are wearing armor, and you will bleed internally and die."
At this point, Di Xiangling had already practiced more than a dozen moves with the maces in his hands, but his voice was clear and without any breath, and he changed his words again: "However, when it comes to armor-piercing heavy blows, maces are not as powerful as hammers. Looking at the close combat, the blade does not scratch the enemy and continuously bleeds, so the mace is easy to learn but difficult to master. To see the real power, it must be secretly taught by each family..."
This was the first time Di Jin had heard that maces are easy to learn but hard to master, but seeing how dexterously his sister wielded the maces, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it. His family seemed to have been strong since childhood, so he responded at the right time: "Among the various secrets, I What are the advantages of Di's Kanglong Mace?"
"That's a good question!" Di Xiangling said with a smile: "There is no basis for what you say! Get a weapon!"
Di Jin went to the weapon rack, looked at the swords, guns, swords and halberds on it, and picked up a phoenix-billed knife.
This shelf is perhaps the most valuable possession in the family. It was all collected by Di Xiangling. The quality is generally good and it is definitely not shoddy.
The Fengzui Dao is one of the eight colors of knives in the Song Dynasty. It has an arc-shaped head, a sharp blade, and a wide sloping back. This type of knife was used by the famous founding general Cao Bin.
The handle on the weapon rack should be used by people in the martial arts world. It is obviously heavier than the standard one in the military. Of course, for Di Jin, who spends all day grinding stone locks and practicing mace techniques, it is a piece of cake.
He has laid a solid foundation over the years and has learned all the basic sword skills. At this time, he put on a posture and said: "Please!"
Di Xiangling abandoned his mace and held it sideways, pointing the tip of the mace diagonally at the ground: "Come on!"
"call--"
Di Jin adjusted the rhythm of his inner energy and thrust his arms through his arms. The tendons in his arms were knotted and the muscles were bulging. The originally loose sleeves suddenly tightened. He walked forward vigorously and slashed away with the sword.
Di Xiangling, on the other hand, breathed slowly, relaxed his limbs, and looked at the tip of the knife calmly with his big black eyes. It wasn't until the strong wind approached his eyebrows that he suddenly swung his arm, and the blunt surface of the mace moved at an extremely strange angle. Cut across.
"Crack!"
Di Jin felt very clearly that the opponent's mace clearly did not use much force, but his own attack was completely ineffective, because the blade in his hand was split open, and a strong wind blew up. This weapon was not of poor quality. The blade is directly scrapped.
Di Jin used all his strength and took a step forward. When he came to his senses, Di Xiangling's mace was already on his shoulders.
Defeat the enemy with one move, easily done!
He didn't feel too surprised. After recalling the lightning strike just now, his eyes lit up: "Destroy the enemy's weapon?"
"Not bad!" Di Xiangling handed over the copper mace and said proudly: "My Di family's Kanglong mace only has six moves, but it simplifies the fifty-six ways of the ordinary mace. It is not only capable of attacking and defending, but , has endless magical uses, and is also specialized in destroying enemy weapons!"
"It really has the same effect, but it seems stronger. At least it doesn't require special weapons..."
Di Jin took the mace and praised sincerely: "If the enemy holds a weapon, destroy the opponent's weapon. If the enemy is bare-handed, he is no match for the mace. It's really wonderful! Does my Di family have a family heirloom?" Bing, also called Kang Long Mace?"
Di Xiangling thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it."
"Maybe the Kanglong Mace is just a set of martial arts, not a magic weapon given to Di Renjie by Li Zhi, Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty. Or maybe it was lost during the chaotic times of the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties..."
Di Jin actually liked the shape of the powerful dragon mace in the movie version. That's why he asked this question. Since it didn't exist, it was fine, and he asked curiously: "Does the unique skill that my sister mentioned before mean the magical skills in the world?"
Di Xiangling smiled and said: "Magical skills... this can be called it. The skills of each family are indeed very magical. For example, the Taizu of this dynasty's Soaring Snake Stick is invincible in all directions, and Yang Linggong's Overlord Spear is also first-class." A unique art."
Di Jin said: "These are all people in the imperial court, what about the people in the world?"
"Jianghuzi, youxiaer, it's just another set of techniques!" Di Xiangling jumped lightly and landed on the wooden rack of weapons, using it as a plum blossom stake. His body moved around, showing his lightness, elegance and full of beauty.
Di Jin felt a little jealous.
The graceful demeanor of the knight-errant is truly desirable.
However, his ambition to make progress soon made him sober up: "Unless martial arts in martial arts can make people extraordinary and move freely among the army, then in terms of the actual future, the skills of military commanders are still practical. After all, becoming an official will provide more security for life." , Jianghu people seem to be cool and unrestrained, but in fact they are often competitive and ruthless, which is of no benefit in the long run."
Compared to his younger brother, who lives up to his name, Di Xiangling practiced and became more interested in martial arts competition: "There is a powerful person in the north and south now. If I compete with them, I can also verify that my powerful dragon mace is far away from creating such a competition." The ancestors of the Dharma still lack some firepower!"
"Who is it?" Di Jin asked casually, still thinking about Jue Yi.
Di Xiangling said seriously: "The one from the north is called Ouyang Chun. He has been famous for many years and his martial arts skills are unfathomable."
"Ouyang Chun..."
Di Jin vaguely felt that the name sounded familiar, and combined with the historical era, he was greatly moved and immediately asked: "Where is the one in the south?"
"The man from the south is young and has just entered the world. He has also made quite a name for himself. His name is Zhan Zhao..."
When the thunderous name came into his ears, Di Jin tightened his grip on the mace and raised his brows.
What a familiar stranger!
This Song Dynasty is getting interesting!
