When Lu Sheng saw that the owner of the library was holding a book and studying it intently, he walked out of the room silently without disturbing him.
"How is it?! How is it?! What kind of bones do you have?"
Ling'er asked curiously.
"Above average."
After uttering two words lightly, Lu Sheng felt calm.
This result is not bad for him, at least he is not a piece of trash.
The ordinary is valuable, the ordinary is great.
He believed that with his own efforts, he would be able to achieve something in martial arts.
After hearing Lu Sheng's words, Ling'er put her chin in her hands and said with envy:
"Not bad! Your foundation is the same as that of Senior Sister Xiaotang. You two are the two most talented disciples in the martial arts gym. Work hard."
After scratching his head, Lu Sheng was a little surprised.
"Isn't there any disciples with high-grade roots in the martial arts school?"
"Um, you think top-grade Gengu is a Chinese cabbage?! Geniuses with this kind of Gengu are expected to be first-rate."
Speaking of this, a warm smile appeared on Ling'er's face.
She smiled and encouraged Lu Sheng. Senior brother Li Mingtong was of low quality, and he had already reached the level of a third-rate warrior.
His qualifications are so good, as long as he practices martial arts well, he will definitely surpass his senior brother!
In response, Lu Sheng smiled and did not respond.
After that, Ling'er took him to the corridor next to him. Every ten feet on the right, there was a wooden door with the word "一" marked with a brush in the middle of the door.
After passing six such small wooden doors, Ling'er stopped in front of the seventh wooden door, handed over a key, and said with a smile:
"This is your room, then goodbye!"
Smiling and nodding, Lu Sheng took the key, opened the wooden door, entered the room, and closed the door with a bang.
The room only has a clean wooden bed and a small wooden table. The space is cramped. After putting these things, there is basically no space.
Lu Sheng thought it was okay, so he opened the bag, took out a mattress, spread it flat on the bed, and covered it with a sheet.
Holding more than ten coins in his right hand, white light flashed, the coins disappeared, and a bowl of chicken soup appeared on his palm.
Holding the bowl of chicken soup, he drank the milky white soup with a slurp, ate the chicken inside, and threw the bowl into the dustpan next to the wooden table.
After smoothing out the folds, Lu Sheng lay on the bed and thought about the next arrangements for a while, then slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
…
In the morning, the sky is bright.
On the spacious martial arts field, senior brother Li Mingtong's broad figure stood in front of all the disciples.
All the disciples stood upright, wearing uniform red martial arts robes with two crossed sword-shaped patterns embroidered on their backs.
They concentrated, holding a long wooden knife in their hands.
"Now, I will teach you the first thirty-six moves of the Guangfeng Sword Technique. You need to listen carefully and learn it carefully. I will only demonstrate it once."
Li Mingtong shouted at the top of his lungs.
As soon as the sound stopped, everyone's eyes were focused on the senior brother.
Throwing up a wooden knife, Li Mingtong raised his head, opened his mouth, and exhaled a cloud of white mist.
With his right foot slightly bent, he stepped hard on the ground with his toes, leaped ten feet high, waved his arm with a red shadow, and held the wooden knife tightly.
Lifting his right foot, the tip of the knife touched the ground. His whole body was still in the air. After ten breaths, he jumped suddenly and swung out several yellow sword auras.
Lu Sheng, who was standing in front, shrank his pupils. The sword energy drew traces on the ground. The blade clearly did not touch the ground, but it could cause such damage.
After Li Mingtong demonstrated the thirty-six moves of the Guangfeng Sword Technique, he saw everyone's doubts, put away the wooden sword, and said with a smile:
"The one just now is the inner energy. Once you have mastered the Crazy Sword Mental Technique to the basic level, you will be able to feel the energy in your body and breed the inner energy."
As soon as these words came out, many people smiled bitterly in their hearts. This is the characteristic of a martial artist - inner energy.
Inner Qi can enhance the damage of moves, and the inner Qi born from more powerful mental techniques will have certain characteristics.
For example, the inner Qi created by the Crazy Blade Mind Technique is extremely sharp, but the effects of other Qi may not have this characteristic.
They knew very well how difficult it was to get started with the Crazy Sword Mind Technique. If it weren't for their poor family background, they might not have come to the Crazy Blade Martial Arts School to learn this mind-breaking technique.
"Okay, you guys spread out and practice by yourself. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."
Li Mingtong left the martial arts field after leaving a few words.
The students all dispersed, some practiced alone, and some practiced together in twos and threes.
Finding a remote corner, Lu Sheng held a wooden knife and began to repeat the moves demonstrated by his senior brother before.
At first, his movements were stiff and looked a bit funny, but slowly he repeated them over and over again, and his movements of swinging the knife became more smooth and natural.
After three hours, he practiced from the sunrise to the sunrise, and he raised the wooden sword.
Throwing the wooden knife high into the sky, he jumped with all his strength, five feet above the ground, turned over beautifully, caught the wooden knife, and quickly adjusted the direction.
The tip of the knife was pointed to the ground, and his body trembled slightly. After holding on for two breaths, he fell to the ground.
A layer of skin fell off his palm. Lu Sheng took out a piece of gauze and wiped off the dust on it, his face calm.
Looking around, I found that the students were all concentrating on practicing.
After a quick glance, he found that these people were still stuck in the previous postures, their movements were stiff and ugly, and they completely missed the point.
"Am I a genius?"
Lu Sheng was a little doubtful. He had just mastered all the thirty-six movements of the Guangfeng Sword Technique and was able to use them fluently.
"Junior brother, which style have you practiced?"
A young man walked over swaggeringly and asked with a smile.
He saw that this man had been frozen in place. He wondered if he had encountered some difficulties while practicing martial arts.
Coincidentally, he had just practiced the Guangfeng Sword Technique to the ninth position, and many students complimented him, which made him feel very happy.
He came here also to satisfy his inner vanity.
"I've reached the tenth position."
Lu Sheng said lightly.
"What! Uh... Senior brother is really awesome!"
The young man didn't believe it, but when he saw Lu Sheng's serious look, he believed it. He smiled awkwardly, touched his hair, and walked away.
Not paying attention to this little episode, Lu Sheng saw many students gathered in front of a building with smoke rising from the kitchen.
He thought for a while and followed. He still needed to save money, and it would be good to have some food. Anyway, he was not picky, as long as he could fill his stomach.
There are only a few hundred students in the martial arts gym, so the queue won't take long.
Half the time for burning incense passed and it was his turn.
I looked at the dishes.
On the big table were a large pot of pork stewed with vermicelli, a pot of stir-fried vegetables and meat, and a pot of crystal white rice.
Ling'er was dressed like a cook and holding an iron spoon. When she saw it was Lu Sheng, she asked with a smile:
"Junior Brother Lu, which dish do you want?"
"All of them."
Lu Sheng smiled.
After a while, Lu Sheng left here with a bowl of rice. There was only meat in the bowl without vegetables and vermicelli.
When it was the next person's turn, Ling'er entered the spoon-shaking mode. The person behind him was bitterly holding vegetables and vermicelli with only a little bit of meat in them.
…
After devouring the food, he washed it and sent the basin back.
He returned to his small inner room, locked the door, and began to read through the sword techniques.
He began to open the booklet, "The General Outline of the Gale Sword Technique," which recorded one hundred and eight sword techniques for the students to study carefully.
He looked at the bowl of tonic soup in front of him. The soup was yellow in color and exuded a fresh medicinal smell.
This is a martial arts hall that provides disciples with a great tonic soup. Many precious medicinal materials are added to it, which is very helpful for martial arts training.
Due to its rarity, the martial arts school only provides one free copy to students every month. It may cost 500 yuan to buy it outside.
Lu Sheng smiled, stretched out his left hand, touched the soup bowl, and said silently:
"Analysis!"
A ball of white light flashed. Lu Sheng looked at the bowl of tonic soup, turned around, and took out a few hundred coins.
Putting his right hand on the coins, Lu Sheng muttered silently: "Copy!"
The white light flashed again, the copper coin disappeared, and a bowl of hot tonic soup appeared in front of him. Even the taste and temperature were almost the same.
After counting the remaining copper coins, Lu Sheng looked happy:
"It cost a hundred pence!"
