Marvel's Tremor

Chapter 36 36. Teaching My Own Martial Arts
The sloppy Taoist priest looked at it for a long time, and in the end the old Taoist priest forcibly took it back to Li Zimu, "You took what belonged to your nephew and don't want to return it, how dare you?!" The old Taoist priest laughed at the sloppy Taoist priest.

The sloppy Taoist said without blushing, "How can I teach him if I don't see it clearly?!"

"Okay! You are right, tell me how you plan to teach?" The old Taoist continued.

The sloppy Taoist felt embarrassed. In fact, he just wanted to read more, but now he can’t drop the chain. “First, you should learn the sword technique clearly. What else can you talk about if you haven’t practiced the sword technique well?! The so-called one technique All the tricks!" The sloppy Taoist said with his hands in his arms.

"Then are you going to continue teaching swordsmanship?" Li Zimu asked about chasing snakes and getting on sticks. The old Taoist looked at Li Zimu and gave Li Zimu a thumbs up, thinking, "Hurry up and use up all his skills." , as a teacher, there is nothing left to teach!" Li Zimu winked at the old Taoist priest when he saw it.

The sloppy Taoist also saw the twitching of his eyebrows, "Hey! You think I'm blind!" The sloppy Taoist shouted angrily.

The old Taoist patted his beard and said, "It's not that I want to teach him how to practice swordsmanship. You said it yourself. Whoever says it is responsible!"

The sloppy Taoist hopped his feet angrily, but there was nothing he could do. He told himself to lie to himself, and he cheated himself, "Okay! I'll teach you a set of sword skills now, just watch and listen, Before Wudang swordsmanship, I mainly mastered Taiji swordsmanship, which I gave to you last time. This time, I learned the swordsmanship by myself. How much you can learn depends on your own good luck. This set of swordsmanship is called "Drunk Sword Art". "Dream Thirteen Swords", there are only twelve swords in total, and I will only say it once after listening to the mind." The slovenly Taoist said quickly, when he was about to continue practicing and reciting the mind, Li Zimu suddenly interjected and asked, "Uncle, isn't it thirteen swords? Why only teach twelve swords? Don't hide your clumsiness, uncle!"

The sloppy Taoist looked at him and said very seriously: "There is no hiding and no joking. There are only twelve swords. The No. 13 sword move does not need to be taught. You will understand it later. I don't want you to use the thirteen swords and I don't want you to use it." You know the No.13 sword, now you are optimistic about it and I am going to start the drill." After speaking, the sloppy Taoist began to practice.

"The first sword, lying drunk in the cloud of Wushan Mountain in a dream, felt tears dripping from the Xiangjiang River." Said the sword flew out from the old Taoist's back, holding the sword in his right hand, with the sole of his left foot on the ground, the person was half lying in the air, and then the sword was released from his hand and turned around his body A circle of water on the ground was splashed and then returned to the hand. When the water was about to fall, the sloppy Taoist then fell to the ground as if he was drunk. When he hit the ground with his left hand, he slapped the ground with his left hand. The whole person rotated in front of him, and the water droplets collided with the sword behind his back. But it didn't scatter, but it spun along with the sword, and finally stabbed forward like a turning head.

"The second sword, the spring breeze blows the dream of the country overnight, and then chases the spring breeze to Luocheng." Then the old Taoist actually let go of the sword, and kicked the hilt with his foot the moment he let go, and the turning head formed by the water was still on him Going forward, the sword was kicked back into the left hand by the sloppy Taoist priest, drew a circle behind the water, and pushed out with the right hand, the water in the circle was immediately thrown out, and the water was beaten into a water line as thin as a thread, and rushed out only Behind the water turn, but the ultimate move is actually on the ground. The old Taoist priest pushed out his left hand sword with his right hand, and when he retracted his left sword behind his back, he seemed to sweep away. Crushed, and endlessly, the rocks and trees behind the boulder were crushed and knocked down.

After finishing the two tricks, the sloppy Taoist priest explained it, and told Li Zimu that the first two tricks were all related to water, and the latter one was even more difficult. No internal force is used, but many of the sloppy Taoist priests use internal force and sword energy, which feels very lofty.After finishing speaking, the sloppy Taoist priest went on to practice the following ten-style swordsmanship.

After the rehearsal, Li Zimu was fascinated by the sight, and the old Taoist went over and knocked on Li Zimu's head: "The sword is an extension of the body, you have to be strong yourself first, and you can control the sword when you are strong. It is still the Emperor Xuanyuan Sword among the swords!"

Li Zimu covered his head and felt suddenly enlightened after listening: "It's the master! I know what to do! Thank you uncle for teaching! I'll go down to consolidate first!" Then he ran out of the old Taoist yard.

The old Taoist priest and the sloppy Taoist priest looked at each other, "I didn't expect you, brother, to be a master of swordsmanship!" The old Taoist priest said, "If you didn't have that thing, you must also be a master!" The sloppy Taoist priest said.

"Hey... don't talk about Luo! You have to get familiar with the things of the Taoist temple now!" the old Taoist said slowly.

"Understood! Then when are you going to tell your good apprentice?" The sloppy Taoist turned to look at the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest thought for a while and turned back to his room. "It's natural, he will know when he should know." Said and closed the door.The sloppy Taoist stared at the door for a long time without moving.

Month after month passed, Li Lei and Elisa visited Li Zimu several times halfway, and became more and more at ease with Li Zimu, but they hadn't seen the sloppy Taoist priest yet, because they felt that the sloppy Taoist priest always avoided them. A month later, Li Zimu has almost mastered the basics of the sloppy Taoist swordsmanship. Although his internal strength has not kept up and his sword energy has not yet been developed, he can still fight the basics.

However, the health of the old Taoist priest is getting worse and worse. Li Zimu came to the old Taoist priest several times in the morning, but the old Taoist priest couldn't get up. In the end, the sloppy Taoist priest drove Li Zimu out. Finally, Li Zimu also felt that something was wrong, so he thought I asked the old Taoist priest, but the old Taoist priest didn’t tell him that he just told him that he was not in good health recently, but Li Zimu always felt that something was wrong, so he asked the sloppy Taoist priest on the sidelines, because the recent arrangements for the Taoist temple were all arranged by the sloppy Taoist priest. It feels like the sloppy Taoist is the abbot, and the sloppy Taoist is ready to say that he is fooling around, but he is so entangled by Li Zimu, and he doesn't want to go with the flow like the old Taoist priest, and wants to say "You said let it be, Li Zimu always Ask me, then I answered Luo naturally, it shouldn’t be counted as I told him clearly, he discovered it naturally by himself!” In this way, when Li Zimu looked for him again, the sloppy Taoist told the old Taoist Chang told Li Zimu the truth.

　After the swordsmanship, I will write it when fighting in New York. The author does not write all the twelve styles here, because it is accelerated!
　　
　
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