Not far from the beginning of spring, everything in Yizhang is returning to spring. However, the current situation of the two youngest disciples on Nangong Mountain is very different.
Zhao Ziyang's Zhanzhuang Kungfu has been somewhat successful after his master Wu Shuang beat his body with nearly a thousand hammers. Even with the copper rod, he can stand from the twilight to the dusk, not to mention later. He had to sleep on the bed all night, and just by looking at the heat, he was barely qualified to shoot a gun, even after Wu Shuang's instructions a few times.
Once the foundation is established, everything will go smoothly. Even if you don't put too much effort, at least everything will go smoothly and your practice will become easier. This is Wu Shuang's plan. There are a lot of martial arts people in the world, and whoever is willing to work diligently on the skill of standing on iron poles thinks that the best thing is to step on the ground. But if the foundation is not firmly established, even if you really have the talent to soar from the ground, where will you come from? The place to tiptoe.
Wu Shuang ordered Zhao Ziyang Station's iron plate bridge piles to be laid down as a solid foundation for teaching the skills of spears and halberds in the future: when the building is low, there is not much difference between whether the foundation is strong or not, but as the building becomes more dangerous, the ability to The higher you go, the more you can detect whether the roots are hard or not. No matter how high the rootless tree is, how can it be compared with the ancient pine tree with all the roots? This is the principle.
Fortunately, Gang Leader Zhao had extraordinary foundation, so he could barely withstand Wu Shuang's jade carving skills, which were like scraping bones, and used this piece of jade that was originally placed in a remote mountain valley, unremarkable like an ordinary mountain stone. Over the past few days, the scenery has slowly been carved out of its true colors; the moon has become dim, and the moon has faded. Although Wu Shuang has never told anyone about it, every time Zhao Ziyang drags himself to find his master, he only sees the late moon before it disappears. The cheap master carrying two swords has been waiting on the top of the mountain for a long time, his sleeves full of moonlight.
No matter how hard it was, Zhao Ziyang was so thick-skinned that it was difficult to speak.
Even though he had been under the mountain for several years, he had a somewhat lonely and arrogant nature, and his anger gradually disappeared along with Zhanzhuang. Even if Zhao Ziyang was exhausted every day, he would not ask for a break.
"Boy, I'm going to test you. In spear skills, closing a move is more difficult than entering a move. How do you think you should close the spear when it comes out?" Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Wu Shuang rarely had time to relax. , put the spear in his hand back into the rack, sat down somewhere, and waved to Zhao Ziyang, signaling the latter to rest for a while.
"This weapon training is just like those literati chess players. Their moves may be cruel and sinister, or they may be open and close, but in the end, you have to take them back, so that you can have countless moves in the future and make progress. Wu Tui sounds very exciting, but it will die miserably."
Zhao Ziyang sat down obediently, thought for a moment and then said, "After drawing the spear in a circle, it is easiest to withdraw the spear in the direction of the force and withdraw the move. The same is true for the stabbing spear. Just withdraw the move in the direction of the force. My disciple thought that the most difficult thing to withdraw is the collapse." After the gun passes, the strength is intertwined, which is the most difficult. I really can't think of a way to deal with it for a while, and I have to rely on the master's guidance."
Zhao Ziyang's words were so well-spoken that even Wu Shuang was surprised. He couldn't help but look at the disciple a few more times and said with a strange expression, "You are more serious than your junior brother. I taught this boy swordsmanship at first." At that time, he actually said to me, Master, you have a great cause, so why not give me two more swords? If you can't take them back, I will let go and just think of it as giving money in exchange for my life. It shouldn't be considered a big loss for the time being."
Gang leader Zhao twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Junior brother, speak quickly, very good, very good."
"Okay, okay, but what this kid is thinking in his heart and what Lingtai is thinking, even I, the master, can't figure out." Wu Shuang looked at the young man on the other side of the mountain who was still sitting cross-legged on the side of the sea of clouds. He shook his head and sighed, "What you want is to go up the mountain and cultivate good skills. In the future, one person will be able to achieve the goal of chickens and dogs ascending to heaven, so that countless people at the foot of the mountain can live a better life, and see a few times of starvation all over the place, so that people around you can at least eat dumplings. It's enough, and when I see that girl again, I won't be too embarrassed, and her ambitions are not small. But what kind of ambitions that kid has in his heart, I can't see through. In other words, that kid is like the firstborn of a human being. It seems that apart from being stingy and partial to money, he has no ambition at all. For example, he is just like the floating clouds in the mountains, coming and going with no fixed place, which really makes me, the master, a little confused."
Zhao Ziyang didn't have too many doubts after being exposed by his master. Even if the great swordsman was far away, he could still hear whispers. What he had done, said and seen under the mountain for many years was probably unknown. It all fell into Wu Shuang's eyes, and he knew it well, so he didn't feel surprised. Instead, he followed his master's eyes and looked a little silent. On the side of the cliff, a young man was sitting cross-legged on top of the sea of clouds, looking down attentively. The evening wind blew up, often lingering around his ears, and even the strands of hair had disappeared into the corners of the young man's lips. The mountain breeze came slowly, and the young man was sitting cross-legged. The place where you sit is already slightly sunken.
"Master, why don't I go ask my junior brother to have a meal? Let's take a rest for a while. It will be too damaging to keep consuming it like this." After Zhao Ziyang said that, he stood up, but Wu Shuang casually grabbed a few strands of edgeless sword energy to restrain him. Hands and feet, "It is better to destroy the body than to destroy the mind. Your talent is much better than that of the fourth child. How could you know the difficulties that little Yun is facing now? Although the fourth child says that he doesn't want to take everything into consideration, he can at least practice this." Shang's heart energy has never been weak. If he really wants to cut off this energy, I am afraid that with the narrow meridians in his limbs and bones, it will take him several months or even two or three years to reach the second level."
"Since the path is right, let's see how long it takes him to reach the breaking point." Wu Shuang sighed softly, stood up, and led Zhao Ziyang slowly towards the main hall.
As a disciple of the mantle, he is the best choice for swordsmanship. Liu Qing told him a while ago that when his junior apprentice passed by the earth building at the edge of Yizhang, he could fight with the masters of Jianghu with swordsmanship alone, and even without a hundred moves. Luo Luofeng was carrying a good piece of material for practicing swordsmanship, but at this level, it was really difficult to compare with swordsmanship.
Walking to Feilai Peak, the old Taoist Li Baoyu spent a lot of money to use the power of the sword in the hairpin to forcefully open up the young man's qi-cultivating meridians. This was able to barely make the young man move his qi for a week. With just this hairpin, I am afraid that everyone in the world will use up all their gold and jade. There is no way the old Taoist would take action this time. To seize the power of creation is to seize the creation of heaven and earth, and to destroy one's own life span.
He got the Qiu Lake in his belly, drank wine, cut off the meridians, and opened a canal to the sky. But even if he was a master who had transcended the extreme realm and wielded a sword, how could he destroy all the flourishing weeds in an instant?
At the moment, only the Xu Dan is available, but even if you rely on the Xu Dan to enter the second realm, what about the third realm? What about the four realms?
So during dinner time, Wu Shuang was so worried that she only ate two roast rabbits.
