"Little brother, don't worry, just draw your sword."
Seeing that his expression was relaxed and he felt at ease, Song Xin nodded. However, I am still a little unconvinced. No matter how hard the wood branch is, will it be cut off?
He suddenly stepped out with the Tiangang footwork under his feet, taking a step with his left foot first, and then suddenly rushed to Wei Tong's left side. He thought that Wei Tong was holding a sword in his right hand, so it would be difficult to defend his left side.
After his right foot landed, Song Xin stabbed out with his sword, directly hitting the opponent's shoulder.
Although the sword was extremely fast, Wei Tong just took his time and moved his left shoulder back to pass the tip of the sword. Immediately, Wei Tong stepped out with his right foot and bumped into Song Xin's chest with his shoulder.
Song Xin was shocked and turned pale. He didn't expect the opponent to change his moves so quickly. He quickly put away his sword and retreated, not knowing that Wei Tong's move was a feint to deceive him. His left foot suddenly came forward and blocked Song Xin's heel. When Song Xin stepped back, he felt a stumble under his feet and fell backwards.
When Song Xin lost his balance and was about to fall, Wei Tong reached out with his left hand and pinched the Waiguan point of Song Xin's sword-holding hand. Song Xin only felt a numbness in his arm and stiff fingers, and then the sword was easily snatched away by Wei Tong.
The next breath, Song Xin felt a branch pressing against her throat.
Wei Tong gently knocked twice on Song Xin's neck, withdrew the branch, did not continue the attack, took a step back, and looked at Song Xin with a smile.
Annoyed in his heart, his powerful and heavy blow was easily defused, and not only did the opponent make him fall to the ground in a panic, but his sword was also taken away, and finally he received a blow to the throat. If this fight really happened, he would probably be dead. Only then did he realize that Wei Tong couldn't beat him even with a branch. My face turned red and I felt like that amateur netizen who mocked Liu Guoliang as an official who didn't understand football...
"Brother Song is very powerful with his sword, but he can't retract and release it freely and lacks some military skills. So Wei Mou caught the flaw."
"What does the art of war mean by brother?"
"The art of war is nothing more than virtuality, reality, surprise, and uprightness. When competing with others, useless tricks will only expose flaws, and a flaw may cost you your life. But you can't just go straight. You know how to let go but not how to accept. The moves are virtual and real. , it is difficult to know like a shadow, and only then can we control the war situation."
"Thank you, Brother Wei, for your advice." Song Xin had never heard of such a theory before. He had only heard of the art of war being used in battles or business wars, but he didn't expect that martial arts would be the same.
But think about the matches of famous boxing champions that I have seen in previous lives. They also know how to make reasonable use of tactics to maximize their strengths and avoid weaknesses. This is actually the art of war.
Before the game, they often carefully watch the opponent's video, study the opponent's strengths and weaknesses, and formulate corresponding tactics, which is similar to fighting.
The so-called well-developed limbs and simple mind are just the imagination of a weak scholar who has no strength to restrain himself. This understanding is nothing more than stereotypes and discrimination against specific classes in a specific history.
Just imagine that those who can do something extremely well must have a deeper understanding of the relevant knowledge than the average person. Such people are not low in IQ, they just use it in a different way than those scholars.
After taking the long sword returned by Wei Tong, Song Xin stood up and prepared to try again.
At this time, many people had already come over. They were also interested when they saw the two sword fighting. Takuno was among the curious crowd. I heard one of the soldiers say: "Captain Wei, why did you disappear so early in the morning? You were here to compete with your brothers."
Wei Tong smiled at them and said to Song Xin: "Try attacking with your sword again."
This man also smiled, but Song Xin always felt that his smile was a bit weird. It was as if a person had undergone plastic surgery until his face became stiff. But he didn't think much about it, maybe this person was like this. Moreover, when there were more people, Song Xin vaguely smelled a faint fishy smell, but seeing that no one felt anything, he just thought it was his imagination.
Then he concentrated on his luck. This time, he stopped playing those tricks and stepped directly into a fighting position, pointing his sword directly at Wei Tong's chest.
But this time, Wei Tong did not dodge. He lifted the branch with his right hand and put it on Song Xin's sword, and gently slapped it to the left with a clever force. Song Xin only felt his wrist loosen, and his sword was slightly tilted to the left. Just like this, his own strength Most of them were skillfully removed by the other party.
Immediately, Wei Tong retracted the elbow of his sword-holding hand and used his old trick again, crashing towards Song Xin.
Song Xin only thought that Wei Tong was trying to trick him into retreating with another false move, so he went straight up to meet him, raised his elbow, and prepared to raise his sword.
But Wei Tong had already seen through his thoughts. Wei Tong raised the corner of his mouth slightly and hit his elbow directly on the numb tendons of Song Xin's elbow. Song Xin only felt a numbness in his elbow and could not lift the sword.
Before he could retreat, Wei Tong dwarfed him. As he passed by, Song Xin felt his lower abdomen being lightly scratched by a wooden stick.
After coming back to his senses, Wei Tong had already ducked behind Song Xin. The wooden stick was directly placed on the artery of Song Xin's neck. If it were a real sword, his blood would have sprayed into the air.
"Good! Your Majesty is mighty." The soldiers around saw him shouting. The cry attracted many people to come around, wanting to see the swordsmanship of Yingchuan hero Wei Tong.
Wei Tong looked at Song Xin and waved his hand to signal them to be quiet. Said: "How about this time?"
"I thought it was a false move, but I didn't expect it to be real." Wei Tong's moves were all measured and heavy. Song Xin didn't feel much pain, but he was always a little uncomfortable after being restrained twice.
"Why do you think I will make a false move?"
"Because the first time you used a false move to trick me into retreating, and when I saw the same move coming at me again..."
Wei Tong spread his hands and said with a smile: "Could it be that the first time it was a feint, and the second time you are sure it will be a feint again?"
"this..."
"If you guess my true and false, then I will only be controlled by you. The two times you used the sword were real moves. If I were stabbed, I would be seriously injured. However, this also made me guess that you are powerless. , just follow you gently and neutralize the power of your sword. You will be at my mercy, unable to parry. And just a slight change in my counterattack will be enough to make you confused."
Wei Tong also glanced at the soldiers watching, and continued to say to Song Xin: "Your sword is more than three feet long, and my wooden branches are less than two feet, so I will definitely try my best to reach you." Within two feet. But you don’t know how to take advantage of the long sword. You only know that if you go straight, you will be stopped by me. Think more about how you can keep me three feet away."
"Song Xin understands," Song Xin said.
"Then you try again." Wei Tong said.
"Look at the sword." Song Xin nodded and thrust out the sword without thinking, but this time he kept it in mind. When he saw the sword, Wei Tong was about to lift the branch to flick his sword, so he flipped his wrist to cut Wei Tong's branch. At the same time, he also used his footwork to try to keep a distance from Wei Tong. Wei Tong also changed his moves very quickly, and with a flip of his wrist, he caught Song Xin's sword spine. With another turn of his wrist, his right shoulder avoided the sword's edge, and the wooden branch slid along the sword's spine.
When Song Xin saw Wei Tong approaching him again, he knew that there must be a trick up his sleeve, and without hesitation, he took a step back again and distanced himself. However, this went on for several rounds. Wei Tong was very impressed when he saw Song Xin's quick response. Then he said: "Haha, little brother, these moves are really good. How about Wei's move?"
After that, he hit Song Xin with a wooden branch. Song Xin quickly raised his sword to block. Unexpectedly, the wooden branch seemed to be powerful and heavy, but it just touched the sword lightly, then quickly caught it and swiped hard to the lower right.
Song Xin felt his wrist soften again. The seemingly light sweep made the tip of Song Xin's horizontal sword point slightly downward.
The branch and the sword parted. Wei Tong did not hesitate, stepped forward and approached Song Xin. With a short body, he took a step forward, and the wooden branch scratched under Song Xin's left arm. At the same time, his body had already moved behind Song Xin, and the wooden branch gently touched the back of his heart.
Song Xin felt cold all over, knowing that he had been tricked again.
If it were a real sword, he would have received a big cut on his ribs, and then a sword would have pierced his back. He would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die.
This Wei Tong is really powerful. With his own skills, he is no match for the opponent's three-in-one. The excitement just after the breakthrough was like a fire being extinguished by ice water.
Song Xin put away his sword and stepped back, saying, "Brother Wei Tong has exquisite swordsmanship. I will teach you."
"Hahaha, even Prime Minister Cao was full of praise for Wei Tong's swordsmanship. Prince Huan also asked Wei Tong to be his swordsmanship master, but Prime Minister Cao refused. Don't be discouraged if you can't beat him. If it were someone else, I'm afraid. I can’t last even one round.”
"Brother Song Ya is joking. I think my little brother has outstanding understanding. If he practices diligently, his swordsmanship will definitely not be inferior to Wei's in the future. That's it for today's competition. From now on, little brother, if you have any questions, feel free to ask. I will answer all your questions. Don’t hide anything.”
Song Xin was overjoyed after hearing this and thanked Wei Tong.
Although the Xuanhuang Sword Technique that I just learned is powerful, the person who created the sword technique did not clearly understand how each move changes and how to deal with the enemy. Therefore, it is necessary to have a good swordsman to guide the competition.
"Little brother, remember, swordsmanship is not just about using a sword. When facing an enemy, every part of your body is your sword and can be used to hurt the enemy. Swordsmanship is about using weapons, and the three-foot blade in your hand is the final kill. The coach’s surprise.”
"Song Xin, remember this."
"Brother Song is really lucky to have the captain's guidance." At this time, the soldier with a weird smile said again.
Song Xin smiled lightly and said, "Your Majesty is right." However, when he saw this face, he always felt a little uncomfortable. But I can't tell why.
Everyone set out with Wei Tong's men and walked for a day. Song Xin could always smell a trace of putrid smell. When he asked the people around him, they all said there was no smell. Song Xin only thought that he was an illusion and shook his head and ignored it.
That night, I finally saw the inn. Everyone was excited. Being here meant that they could have a charcoal fire room to sleep in.
A postman saw the crowd and waved a torch at them...
