"Since we have to draw a sword, we can't just try to make a quick move." Tang Bufeng said with a smile, patting Yun Zhong on the shoulder meaningfully, "A master of swordsmanship in the world, how come I haven't seen No. 180 in these years? There are dozens of them, and although they all have their own strengths and weaknesses, they can be roughly divided into two schools, and I guess the same is true outside Qiling."
The young man was stunned. He had never heard of such a rare statement. Even though Wu Shuang had talked about many local customs, sword techniques and even swordsmanship masters in the world, he had never said a word about the school.
In his opinion, each swordsmanship has its own merits. How to boil it down to a school can only be said to be different from person to person.
Tang Bufeng squinted at Yunzhong, "In my opinion, the schools are roughly divided into two styles: fast and slow. Kuai Jian pays attention to the word "quick". The sword moves are like wind and thunder, and strive to defeat others before they can resist them. Use the quick sword to overwhelm people; use the slow sword to weigh the force and force, and the force is so heavy that it can even overwhelm the force of the sword and become as heavy as a thousand pieces of stone."
"After all, your sword is a first-rate swordsman. Compared with those swordsmen, you can be said to be the best among those who use swords I have seen. But when it comes to slow swords, it is a bit unsatisfactory."
Tang Bufeng's words are actually very reasonable. The sword moves that Yun Zhong has practiced since he started are mostly light and fast. Except for going downstairs and stacking waterfalls, there are almost no other moves that can suppress people with strength. Therefore, the progress in the fast sword is obvious, but the slow sword is somewhat unsatisfactory.
"Indeed, it is true, but if swordsmanship is forcibly divided into two schools, it seems a bit far-fetched." The young man still felt that it was inappropriate, so he frowned and said.
"Li'er is right, but for martial arts practitioners like us, it's best to have a bowl of water." Tang Bufeng thought about it carefully and pointed at the wooden barrel where the horse was drinking. "If you say that all your abilities are Compare it to the barrel, the wood around the edge of the barrel is your various accessories. If you want the barrel to hold more water, you have to lengthen the short board."
"Those who practice martial arts are most likely to die from shortcomings when traveling in the world: those who are good at light kung fu die from head-on blows, and those who are good at axes and axes are killed by several quick-footed ones. There are many precedents in this world." Tang Bufeng It was rare that I felt a little bit sad, taking advantage of my deep drunkenness to take another sip of Shuoshu.
The young man fell back and poured the wine gently into his throat, "But how to practice this strength is good. I used to follow my master to chop firewood with a blunt sword every day for several months. I also ran in the mountains for several days, and used my sword for four hours every day. , but still lost in strength." The young man said, not paying attention to the look on Tang Bufeng's face at this moment.
"Yun Zhong, how many years have you been practicing swordsmanship from the beginning to now?"
"Probably more than July or August."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Bufeng pressed Yun Zhong's forehead and slapped Yun Zhong on his waist.
He has already reached this level after practicing swordsmanship for less than a year. How can this be called mediocre talent? At this time, Tang Bufeng had nothing else on his mind except scolding his mother.
"Unexpectedly, my brother is still a monster." Tang Bufeng wiped the sweat from his head, leaned against the side of the carriage, and took a sip of wine angrily, "I have held the sword for less than a year, I'm afraid it will spread outside. Everyone can't stand still when it comes to swordsmanship in the arena. I really don't know how you practice."
On one side, Yun Zhong grimaced in pain. The force of that palm was not strong, but it was like countless small thorns scratching the flesh, piercing deeply. Taking a closer look at the calluses on Tang Bufeng's hands, Yun Zhong was speechless for a moment.
"It seems that talent plays a very important role in martial arts, and hard training cannot make up for it." He had been sweating profusely before, and his drunkenness had subsided a little, so Tang Bufeng could still drink two more sips of bitter wine at this moment. , and he was stunned.
"Since my father's death, I have been using my sword for four hours every day. I have also been practicing my physical and leg strength. I have competed countless times with masters from Qi Ling without losing. But my progress has always been slow. It seems that the more I use my sword, the more I get worse. I dare not come out because I am too aware of the flaws in my sword skills, so I have stagnated." Although his style is still rough, the young man can still hear Tang Bufeng's momentary loneliness.
"But maybe after getting through this period, my sword will be comparable to those of the elders in the world, and it will be nothing." Tang Bufeng looked at the sword, his eyes swept away loneliness, but it was even more infatuated than before.
"Thanks to what Brother Yun said just now."
"I also want to make a knife, and I also want to go around the world, and use all the injustices in that circle as sharpening stones. With one strike of the knife, they will be chopped into pieces."
The young man stared at Tang Bufeng's rough, calloused hands and suddenly spoke.
"Starting from today, I will practice physical fitness with you."
Madman Tang narrowed his eyes and curled his lips in an evil way, "Are you serious about this?"
From that day on, all the thirty or fifty people in the caravan discovered that in addition to Madman Tang, there was also a little Madman in the caravan.
Tang Bufeng borrowed Lao Sanjin's pair of hammers, tied them with tough dry grass on the sword, and ordered Yun Zhong to stand with the sword for two hours every day. He then borrowed the felt cloth used to wrap the horse from the master, and filled it with bundles of gravel. On Yun Zhong's legs, it means to lift Yun Zhong's leg strength.
Just lifting the sword made Yun Zhong's arms sore from exhaustion. If the first two days were miserable, then in the following days, his arms were completely numb, and the arms also swelled for a week, even after drinking alcohol. When eating, one has to be very careful to avoid pouring food and wine into the nose.
Although Lao Sanjin's pair of hammers are not too heavy to lift, they can be hung on one sword, so the effort required is naturally more than doubled. Besides, people like Tang Bufeng were ruthless in dealing with themselves, and they showed no mercy to Yun Zhong. They simply hung the two hammers above the sword tips. In this way, the energy consumed was even more amazing. It was so big that even Yunzhong, who had been chopping firewood for months, found it difficult to deal with it.
It's not that Wu Shuang can't bear the suffering of his disciples, but it's more about teaching swordsmanship along the way, and the training of muscles and bones is secondary. You must know that freezing three feet does not last in a day, and imitating the woman's step by step to grow a lotus is not No.
But when it comes to Madman Tang, it doesn't matter what he is trying to do to encourage the growth of the seedlings. He is just trying to harden Yun Zhong's muscles and bones. As long as he doesn't leave any symptoms of future ill health, what does it matter if he sheds the layers of skin? Is it possible that we should imitate that promiscuous woman and show off her appearance to others?
In addition to raising his sword, Yun Zhong also had to run quickly in the thick sand to improve his leg strength. Everyone in the caravan knows that in this desert where the ancient country is located, even good horses are unwilling to set foot in it. If they are not careful, their hooves will get stuck in the sand. At worst, they will be unable to move for a long time, and at worst, they will not be able to lift the hoof and break it. Horse legs.
What's more, the young man's legs are tied with sand and soil, making it extremely difficult to get up and down. It is not easy to run in such an easily trapped area.
For four or five days in a row, Yun Zhong couldn't even move his qi.
Every day Tang Bufeng had to go and pat Yun Zhong awake from his sleep.
It was a bitter experience for this drunkard. Since then, he has often been unable to drink Shuo Shu.
