"You dance by yourself first, and I'll check your skills from the side." The old man said to Xie Wule.
Xie Wule nodded, picked up the bamboo stick, and took out everything he had learned in the Song Dynasty.
"Well, it's not bad. You don't have to start from scratch, which makes it a lot easier to be a teacher." After Xie Wulin finished dancing, the old man praised.
The old man smiled on the outside, but was panicking on the inside. Oh my god, what should I do? This kid has learned almost everything I want to teach. What should I teach?
"Thank you for the compliment, Master." Xie Wule was still very happy after being praised and stood in front of the old man waiting for him to teach him sword skills.
"However, in terms of footwork, you are a complete layman!" The old man changed the topic: "So before practicing sword practice, you must first learn body skills."
Afraid that Xie Wule would be displeased, the old man continued with a serious expression: "Shen technique is used in all kung fu. The kung fu on your feet must be as good as your kung fu on your hands, otherwise your kung fu on your hands will be in vain."
Xie Wule recalled that when he was competing with Song Mingxing, no matter what he did, as long as Song Mingxing didn't want to, he couldn't open or close the distance. Presumably this is Shenfa.
"Everything is subject to Master's arrangements." The old man could see his own weakness at a glance, and Xie Wule respected the old man even more.
"Then you go to the town and buy a big bamboo basket. Ask for the biggest one," the old man ordered.
Watching Xie Wule leave, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he could wait another day.
I thought that I could just use some simple basic things to fool Xie Wule, but I didn't expect that he could do it. He seemed to be a little better than me. He might accidentally hurt himself with the long sword.
How can this be done?
He doesn't know how to do it even if it's difficult, otherwise he wouldn't have to risk his life to grab a sword manual.
The top priority now is to think of more ways to fool this kid.
Fortunately, he was very good at escaping, and he could run very fast while carrying Xie Wule in his arms a few days ago.
The old man took a sip of wine and took out the sword manual he snatched from his arms.
"Liang Yi Sword Technique"
Open it and see, what is it? Do you need two people to use it? Old man, my life is worthless? Get this thing back.
I flipped it over twice and threw it aside.
After a while, the old man picked it up again and put it in his arms. First, he risked his life to get it back, and second, he thought he could use it to fool Xie Wule. It would be a pity to throw it away.
In the afternoon, Xie Wule led the horse and walked back slowly. Seeing that the white horse was covered with a bamboo basket with a diameter of more than one foot, the old man's eyes widened.
"Is there such a big one?"
"Master didn't say buy the biggest one? This is the biggest one." Xie Wule answered honestly.
"Okay, okay, you put it in some open space, and then go find sand and gravel to fill it up."
Xie Wule started working according to the old man's instructions.
Xie Wule, who had been busy all afternoon, finally filled the bamboo basket. Wiping away the sweat and eating steamed buns.
The old man swallowed a sip of wine one day: "You don't believe me when I say buy a smaller one. Who will suffer in the end?"
Xie Wule didn't reply. For more than half a month, he had already become accustomed to the old man's inconsistency.
After dinner, Xie Wule went to a natural hot spring not far from the mountain, took off his clothes and jumped into the pool.
Xie Wule closed his eyes and enjoyed it. The hot bath could very well relieve the soreness of his muscles.
Looking at the basket full of sand and gravel, the old man nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad. You will practice your footwork starting today. You go up and walk along the side of the bamboo basket. You can't fall or knock over the bamboo basket."
Xie Wule first jumped onto the sand and gravel, and then tentatively stepped on the sand and gravel to the edge of the thin basket.
Looking at Xie Wule, who kept trying and falling, the old man laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, that's good, just take it slow, one step at a time."
"Relax, don't be anxious, keep your body and mind together." The old man's voice became smaller and smaller as he walked towards the mountain.
Xie Wule tried for a long time and found it difficult to even stand up, let alone walk around the bamboo basket.
The old man walked to the mountain, made sure that no one was around, took out the "Liang Yi Sword Technique" and read it carefully.
"Oh, what the hell is this? I can't understand it. I don't know who wrote it, but it must be so complicated." Within a moment, the old man couldn't stand it anymore and cursed.
I originally thought that while Xie Wule was concentrating on practicing, I would also delve into the swordsmanship, so that I could show off in front of Xie Wule. Now it seems that I, old man, really have no choice.
The old man picked up the sword manual and stood up to go back. Suddenly something occurred to him and he walked towards the mountain again.
The old man came back with a few bamboos in his arms. Seeing Xie Wule still concentrating on loading and unloading the baskets, he smiled and said, "Remember not to be in a hurry."
After saying something casually, the old man took out the broken sword and sat on the ground to tinker with it alone.
Two days later.
"It's done!"
"It's done!"
The master and apprentice roared excitedly almost at the same time.
Xie Wule was happy in his heart. After two days, he could finally stand on the edge of the basket with both feet.
The old man laughed. After two days, the rocking chair was finally ready, and I could finally lie down comfortably.
In the next few days, Xie Wule tried to take the first step. The old man was lying on the rocking chair looking at Xie Wule, drinking wine and fell asleep after a while.
When he was not lying down, the old man would go to the mountains and come back in less than two seconds at most. Xie Wule didn't know what the old man was doing, so he didn't ask and concentrated on practicing.
After a week, Xie Wule was able to barely complete the week.
The old man looked on and frowned: "No, no, it's too far, too slow, too slow. You have to start running. Do you understand?"
"Disciple understands." Xie Wule also knew.
Less than half a month later.
"You should take a rest today and go to town to buy something. There is almost no food left." The old man said to Xie Wule.
The old man looked at Xie Wule leaving and suddenly thought: "You still have to remember to make a pot of wine."
"Disciple, I've written it down!"
Xie Wule did not ride a horse, and the white horse followed behind him. Running on this mountain road, Xie Wule was very excited and felt the changes in himself.
Some time ago, I had to walk cautiously and slowly. After half a month of practice, I am now ready to run at a trot.
After running forward for a long time, Xie Wule looked back at the struggling white horse behind him, then ran back with a smile and took the reins.
"Do you think my body skills are powerful? Hahaha. I'll take you on the easy path we took before."
Baima seemed to understand Xie Wule's words, and happily rubbed against Xie Wule's body.
When he came to town, Xie Wule cleaned up the things he bought.
Looking at the pedestrians coming and going, they had begun to put on thicker clothes. Only then did Xie Wule realize that winter was approaching and the weather was starting to get colder.
Xie Wule thought about buying a thick piece of clothing for his master and two thick quilts, one for himself when sleeping and one for his master.
After getting ready to pay attention, Xie Wule started to take action.
Xie Wule stroked the horse's neck: "It's a big thank you every time I come out."
The white horse raised his head and stepped forward with an air of understatement.
"Master, I'm back." As soon as he reached the open space, Xie Wule shouted excitedly. He wanted to see his master's expression when he saw the new clothes.
The old man shoveled the soil and came out of the house: "Come and help as soon as you come back. I plan to make a hole in the house, and then I will light a fire in the house to keep warm."
The two of them got it done in a short time together.
"Master, look." Xie Wule took out the new clothes he bought: "The weather is cold, I bought it for you to make up for your apprenticeship ceremony."
The old man took the clothes from Xie Wule, turned them over and looked at them, his face wrinkled with laughter: "There is also the apprenticeship ceremony! Hahahaha, okay, I like it very much."
Brocade hat, mink fur, old man, when did I ever wear such a good thing? It looks warm, hahahaha.
Seeing the master's happy look, Xie Wule also laughed: "Master, please put it on and try to see if it fits you."
"Okay, okay, I'll try, I'll try."
"Excuse me, have you seen this person?" A woman held a horse in one hand and a portrait in the other and asked passers-by at the street entrance.
The person painted in the portrait is none other than Xie Wule, so the woman is naturally Song Weiwei.
"never seen it."
"have no idea."
"I still have something to do."
Many people answered "I don't know" without even taking a look. Song Weiwei has long been used to it. It seems that there is little chance of finding useful information in this town.
Song Weiwei was about to leave when she suddenly heard a childish voice.
"Sister, I still want to see this big brother in the painting."
Song Weiwei turned around and saw a child: "Child, my sister gave you money to buy candies. Can you tell me about it?"
"Really?"
Song Weiwei smiled and remembered again with a silver bell-like voice: "Really, as long as you do anything, sister, I will give it to you. I won't lie to you!"
"This big brother comes to this town every once in a while. Every time I see him buying a lot of things and taking them away!"
Song Weiwei took out a purse and took out twenty coins: "Here, here it is, sister didn't lie to you!"
"Yes." The child took the money and ran away happily.
Song Weiwei was so happy that she almost jumped up. Finally there was news about Mr. Xie! Whether it's true or not, I'm going to stay here for a while and see.
In an inn next to the street, Song Weiwei asked for a room with a window facing the street and stayed.
"Well, that's enough." The old man looked at Xie Wule who was walking on flat ground on the basket and nodded and said, "Now pour out half of the sand and gravel, and continue practicing."
Xie Wule thought he could learn swordsmanship, but he was discouraged to continue practicing, but he still did it.
The old man was lying on the rocking chair wearing the new clothes that Xie Wule bought for him. He could see that Xie Wule was a little discouraged: "Boy, don't be unhappy. Do you know why my master keeps asking you to contact Shenfa?"
"Because all moves must be used in conjunction with one's body skills, and body skills are the foundation." Xie Wule replied.
"Yes, that's right. But that's only part of it. What's more important is that in martial arts, only speed can't be broken. If your body skills are faster than others, you can at least save your life. Do you understand?"
"Disciple understands. But master, isn't it the speed of your moves that is only fast?"
"Yes, it is indeed true. But my teacher is old and in poor health, and I don't know how much I can teach you. So I will teach you how to save your life first, so that you can save your own life in the future."
The old man pretended to be sad. He had planned to use this excuse to drive Xie Wule away when he had nothing to teach him and could no longer fool him.
Of course, he was telling the truth. He had deceived and made countless enemies for so many years. If he hadn't run fast enough, he would have died long ago.
Xie Wule felt sad when he heard what the old man said. No wonder the master was either sitting or lying down. It turned out to be because of his poor health.
"Master, you will definitely live a long life."
The old man said nothing. Longevity? Who are you cursing? Old man, my body is in great shape, and it tastes great when I eat it. I can live another hundred years.
