Awakening Superpowers After Chasing Dramas

Chapter 18

Wang Lianhua left Li's mansion that night, and took away the lonely eagle in the sky by the way.

It is said that the nominal master will not come again until a year later, so he also specially left a secret book of sword techniques.

From that day on, apart from occasionally reciting poems and quoting scriptures to fool his "father" who hoped his son would become a dragon, Qin Bai's more important things were to exercise and practice swordsmanship.

With the guidance of a famous teacher and the help of a genius like Li Xunhuan, Qin Bai has made rapid progress.

Knife shot.

From straight up to the wall...

Later, I was able to hit the target with ingenuity...

Later, I was able to nail the wooden knife in my hand into the red seal on the wooden board on the wall!

Qin Bai gradually gained experience in practice.

"This kind of special wooden knife is made to exercise the ability to control the weapon in the opponent's hand. To control the stability of the blade well, not only requires skill and strength, but also a stable performance that is almost engraved in the bone!"

"I've been in contact with it for a long time, and the wooden knife gives me the feeling that it's a bit like a modified version of wrist power ball."

Qin Bai was moved by the fantastic ideas of this era, and he also persevered in a down-to-earth manner.

Great progress.

But there is one thing he has to admit:
Talent is also true!
Although I was a few years older than myself, I had to admit that I really couldn't keep up with this brother's sword skills.

Time passed like a passing time, within half a year, Lin Shiyin came to look for Li Xunhuan twice more.

However, Qin Bai asked his servants to directly reject the meeting request on the grounds that the young master focused on his studies and it was inconvenient to meet.

"Although you may not understand it now, I hope you will understand it in the future." Looking at the little fat man who was running around in the courtyard with a serious expression on his face, Qin Bai was thoughtful. "Why do you suddenly feel like you've become an old father? It's really embarrassing!"

……

At the end of the year again, Wang Lianhua, who was wearing a black robe and disguised as a silver-haired old man, came again.

Another year of snowflakes flying.

The appearance of the old man has not changed, but the original immature faces of the two children have become slightly angular.

"call out!"

The same blade piercing the air.

The knives of Qin Bai and Li Xunhuan pierced the red mark on the target 15 meters away at almost the same time, and then they stood quietly and waited.

The silver-haired old man in black robe walked to the target of the knife with his hands behind his back, his gaze swept a few times. "Xiu Xian, your problem is stability. After the wooden knife entered the wood, the blade was thwarted and cracked! If your hand is not steady, how can you stabilize the flying knife?"

The little fat man nodded yes. "Master, I took note of it and will definitely work hard in the future!"

Then the old man glanced at Qin Bai again and sneered. "hehe……"

Qin Bai was speechless, what kind of hatred is this: ...

Although he was depressed, Qin Bai was always not ashamed to ask. "Hey, what about me?"

"You haven't started yet, you have to continue to practice hard!" Wang Lianhua left this sentence and was ready to leave again.

Qin Bai quickly chased after him, because the old man had been missing for more than a year, but he had been in this drama for a year. When did these days end...

"No, are you telling me?"

The black-robed figure stopped, but didn't look back. "Just take a closer look at the knife on the target and you will understand."

"You don't have the heart to be a swordsman yet, and all you have learned is just a showpiece."

Qin Bai looked at the leaving figure, and returned to the target very depressed, and looked up, down, left, and right.

Comparison of the two knives on the cork target:

The wooden knife on Li Xunhuan's target was more than an inch deeper into the target than the wooden knife on his own target!

Just as Wang Lianhua said: Because Li Xunhuan's wooden knife did not control the strength well, the blade was split.

In fact, Qin Bai had also noticed this before, but he thought it was just that he was not strong enough.

"Thinking about it now, it doesn't seem to be the case..."

"Brother, master, what did he say?" A small face squeezed over and asked.

"I said that I haven't had the heart of a swordsman until now, and what I have learned is just a show." Qin Bai sighed slightly, trying to figure out the weight of this sentence.

"The heart of a swordsman is the belief in victory?" Li Xunhuan asked again when he was young.

"I'm afraid it's more than that..." Qin Bai carefully pulled out the two wooden knives on the target, his expression slightly touched. "I haven't started yet, will I start to pay too much attention to skills and ignore something?"

Standing in the snow, Qin Bai thought about it from the beginning to the end, and finally settled on the figure thrown on the practice.

Faith to win?
It is self-evident that after Li Xunhuan has perfected his sword skills in the future, he will be able to hit every target with his sword.

"There is a more important point, he is more pure than I thought."

"What I'm thinking about now is how to hit the bull's-eye, but he's already thinking about how to keep the blade steady..."

"In other words, he is confident enough with his knife that he no longer worries about whether the knife can hit the bull's-eye, and has reached the point of proficiency!"

If you shoot the knife, you will hit it!

This is not practicing swordsmanship, but practicing perseverance!
Coupled with the swordsman's heart to win!
Thinking of this, Qin Bai's feeling of standing in the snow became more steadfast because of this.

Yes!

Just like the oil pourer in that story, he didn’t think about how to pour the oil through the copper coins into the pot, but maybe he thought about not wasting a drop of oil today, so that he could eat an extra sesame cake at night.

Without him, only the skills are familiar!

Another year passed, Qin Bai had already submerged the wooden knife nearly two inches into the target, and got close to Li Xunhuan.

However, he also encountered the same problem, the blade would break if it was too hard.

It's a pity that senior Wang Lianhua didn't come back this year.

Similarly, Lin Shiyin, Li Xunhuan's former childhood sweetheart, seemed to have sensed something and didn't come back.

At the end of the third year, Qin Bai finally saw this silver-haired old man in black robes who rushed here again (this outfit has been worn for several years...)
After checking the progress of their saber techniques, the old man finally had a somewhat relieved smile for the first time. "Your sword skills have already been achieved, and the future achievements will depend on your own ability to work hard."

The meaning of this sentence is self-evident.

When Li Xun Huan was ten years old, he already had the demeanor of a generation of heroes. Although he was sad at this time, he held back his tears.

Qin Bai originally wanted to say something to say goodbye by fate in the future, but he himself is not from this world, so he hesitated for a while and fell silent.

"Ding Ling Dang! Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping!"

Just as Li Yuan was feeling sad about the parting, there was a burst of roaring and fighting outside.

"Okay, I should go too." The silver-haired old man patted the shoulders of the two of them, and finally looked towards Qin Bai. "If someone asks, please remember not to mention my name. Because this will cause unnecessary trouble to the Li family."

Qin Bai nodded, and agreed without any hesitation.

(End of this chapter)