Hearing the buzzing words of his companions around him, Hua Hong'er's eyes began to sink lower and lower with a pancake in his mouth.
Senior Brother Tang Yue is right. The more advanced the technique, the lower the error tolerance, and the easier it is to make mistakes. So what should we do? Only through hard practice, a lot of hard practice, and minimizing the probability of your own mistakes can you achieve the ultimate in skills.
Although most techniques are empty talk in the face of absolute strength, if they are absolutely accurate and absolutely perfect, there is no chance of turning defeat into victory.
If a martial artist could control every muscle in the body in detail, perfect all the martial arts techniques that have appeared in history so far, and achieve proficiency, then... what would it look like?
Regarding the training of his disciples, Lin Xiaolu's teaching progress is not fast, but very slow. He is very meticulous in every teaching. This is why although the three death sutras of forcing gods have been widely circulated among the people, he still has to teach his disciples personally. reason.
He felt that eighty years was still a long time. He wanted to train every disciple as much as possible to become a true god of martial arts, not just a reckless man with empty strength.
After all, even if they become as powerful as Lao Niubi in the future, their skills can still be used in many cases, especially the habits left behind when training skills, such as controlling the muscles of the body and the brain subconsciously judging the combat distance. Instinct, micro-operations to calculate enemy attack routes and methods in advance, etc.
Combat is a profound knowledge that involves many things. Any deviation may lead to changes in the outcome of the battle, and these changes often represent life and death. Over the years, many so-called powerful people have capsized in the gutter. His disciples can Don't make such a stupid mistake.
The class lasted until the end of the evening, when Lin Xiaolu yawned and stood up, asking the little bastards to do their horse trots, and then went to sleep after the horse trots.
Carrying Handsome Duck, Lin Xiaolu got up and went back to the house. As soon as he entered the door, he heard the sound of playing mahjong cards.
"Yaoji."
"Two loaves."
"bump!"
In the room, Yu Chuchu, Shangguan Pomegranate, Shangguan Hamimelon, and Tang Xin, who had not been seen for a long time, were playing mahjong enthusiastically. The atmosphere was very good. Lin Xiaolu curiously walked up to take a look, but as soon as he took a second look, he was Yu Chuchu was disgusted:
"Go away, go away, you little one, don't stand next to me."
Lin Xiaolu was stunned by the complaints and felt that Yu Chuchu was a little confused. Then he came to Shangguan Hami Melon. As a result, Shangguan Hami Melon was even more rude and complained while playing cards:
"Lin Xiaolu, you are not allowed to stand here. You are blocking my fortune. If I lose money later, you will not be able to hug me at night."
"Tch, it makes me feel so strange. I'll go hug the flowers and butterflies."
After saying that, Lin Xiaolu rolled his eyes and came between Tang Xin and Shangguan Shiliu, looking at the cards in their hands.
"Xiaolu, your two wives are very good at playing cards."
Tang Xin, who was counting the cards, glanced at him with a smile, flipped the sparrow cards flexibly with a pair of slender fingers and said:
"Chu Chu and I both lost a lot."
"Hehe, Huadie's card skills are very good, and she also knows how to cooperate with cantaloupe. Senior sister Tang Xin, you have to be careful when dealing with her."
With that said, Lin Xiaolu pulled up a bench and sat down next to Tang Xin. He looked at her cards and Shangguan Pomegranate's cards for a while, and chatted wordlessly with several girls.
"Lu Zaizi, do you have the idea for the last level of the Three Death Sutras?"
Pomegranate said while playing cards: "I heard Ha Yi say in the afternoon that he was going back to Quanzhen to find his wife. He said he was going to formally retreat to start meditating on Sumi Kenpachi. You have to work harder."
"Well, tomorrow I will take Handsome Duck to find glutinous rice balls and start research." After Lin Xiaolu answered, Handsome Duck lying on his lap opened his eyes and smiled: "Don't worry, boss, everything is a small problem. With my help, you will figure it out soon."
"Hey Lin Xiaolu, Brother Nian Yun has been practicing hard recently. You'd better hurry up." Yu Chuchu at the card table suddenly said: "This year is about to pass, and the invasion from outside the territory mentioned by Lin Zhili is not far away. It’s eighty years, don’t stop and lose to my husband again.”
"Oh, I know, I know, daughter-in-law, play your cards well."
Yu Chuchu:? ? ?
At the card table, Shangguan Hamiguo, who was concentrating on playing cards, suddenly made a "pop!" and slapped a two-in-one:
"What are you afraid of? Elder Mingru has already passed on Mu Chaoge's Wanda Return to Zero to my mother. When the outsiders come, I will master both the Wanda Return to Zero and the Great Burial Finger of Gods and Buddhas. All enemies are trivial. Lin Xiaolu, you... Don't worry, thief, you will be responsible for hiding behind my back and doing somersaults when the time comes."
In the room, several people were talking familiarly, chatting about their training plans for the next period of time, but Lin Xiaolu just listened silently most of the time and rarely responded. He was thinking about other things.
It's been so long since the last time I went into seclusion, why is there no sign of Xiao Yu'er waking up yet.
The time left for Three Thousand Continents is less than eighty years.
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Late at night, the young man in white underwear walked quietly to the small ancestral hall in the house, and then offered incense to the highest half of the many tablets above. Then, he made the tablets for his mother, his ex-wife Jiang Ning, and the storyteller tablets. People put incense on the memorial tablet of old man Zhang.
Finally, he lit incense on the tablets of other people in the row below.
Zhang Yong, Shan Yan, Mr. Zhong Ni, Zen Master Wu Xin, the leader of the Yan Bu family, Mr. Yang, Qin Congcong, Tang Long, Tian Tong'er, A He and so on.
Putting lit incense on them all, Lin Xiaolu bowed and bowed in front of all the tablets.
"Father, mother, old man Zhang, wife, three seniors, and all the old guys, you must protect me from the outside world.
Oh, by the way, Junior Sister Ahe, although your position is unclear, senior brother is no longer angry with you after so many years of death, and now he still offers you incense every day, so you can help senior brother order some, and I say this with all my heart. If you say that, senior brother is really not too kind to you. Look at who is offering incense to you in Japan now. They have all been sent down to see you by your senior brother. But you don’t need to be too grateful. Your senior brother is a real person. And not many people in Emei still remember you now. You are the only one who can take care of your food in the world, senior brother. So if you say you don’t bless senior brother, who can you bless, right? As for you, just give senior brother face, bless and bless senior brother. , when senior brother goes down, you will still be his good junior sister, and senior brother will treat you to pig head meat. "
After saying that, Lin Xiaolu looked at the crowded memorial tablets in front of him, sighed heavily, then came to the door and sat down alone, staring at the bright moonlight in the sky in a daze.
