I have inherited the supreme Taoism

In the early morning, Chen Xuan stood proudly on a huge rock on the back mountain, waiting early with a white sword in his arms, leaving an upright figure behind.

The old village chief yawned and came over, "Hey, you got up so early, come on, come on, let me tell you what you are going to do on the first day."

He picked up a branch from the ground, waved it a few times and then stood with his hands on his back. "If any sword technique is completely broken down, it can be divided into splitting, stabbing, teasing, sweeping, collapse, point, chop, and frame." , cutting, twisting, picking, plucking, and hanging are the basic thirteen movements.”

"Splitting, stabbing, teasing, sweeping, chopping, pointing, tends to attack."

"Hanging, collapsing, racking, picking, dialing, hanging, intercepting, leaning towards defense."

"You should practice each movement five hundred times this morning."

"Yes!"

After Chen Xuan agreed, he unsheathed the long white sword in his hand and began to learn how to swing the sword.

The old village chief glanced at the sword in his hand, "This isn't Xue Chi, why is it here with you?"

Chen Xuan didn't look back and kept swinging his sword, "I don't know, it followed me when I went out this morning. I used it very easily."

The old village chief didn't say much. He lay on the rocking chair and watched Chen Xuan practice his sword. He found that Chen Xuan's control of power was very exquisite. If a new sword practitioner wants to achieve this level, he must at least practice for a while. Year.

An hour and a half later, Chen Xuan put away his sword and came to the old village chief and said lightly, "I'm done practicing."

The entire sword training process was under the eyes of the old village chief. The young man did not use any spiritual power during the whole process and relied purely on physical strength to swing the sword. At the end, when he was exhausted and his hands were shaking uncontrollably, he still bit the sword. He clenched his teeth and insisted on continuing to swing his sword.

Stab again and again! Crack again and again! Flirting again and again! Point again and again! ...

This process is boring! very tired! But he persisted.

The old village chief took Chen Xuan's hand and rubbed it. "You are very good. You are a child with great perseverance."

Chen Xuan squeezed out a smile on his cold face, then withdrew his smile and asked tonelessly, "What should I do next?"

The old village chief asked him, "Do you know what the nature of weapons is?"

Chen Xuan didn't understand and shook his head.

"It's very simple. The weapon is actually an extension of the body. To control the weapon, you have to wield it like an arm. Wherever your heart goes, the sword goes. As long as you can reach this point, you can start practicing swordsmanship."

The old village chief stretched out his hand and summoned a golden doll with red dots all over it, and continued,

"The red dots here are consistent with the acupuncture points on the human body. Try it and see if you can stab it accurately."

Chen Xuan took two steps back, found a better position, raised his sword and stabbed hard.

Wow! Crack!

The tip of the sword passed by, leaving a faint sword mark on the puppet, which was an inch away from the red dot.

Chen Xuan didn't believe in evil, so he stabbed his sword twice more in succession, but neither of them stabbed into the red dot stably.

After raising the sword and looking at it for a while, he seemed to understand something. After closing his eyes, he felt it for a while.

Open your eyes!

A sword thrust out decisively!

Click!

The sound of the mechanism being triggered sounded, a red dot popped up, and a pool of clear water came out.

After Chen Xuan swung the sword flower, he sheathed his sword, stepped forward, pressed the red dot back, and looked at the old village chief, "Is it like this?"

The old village chief, who was watching Chen Xuan grinning and snickering, suddenly stopped laughing, "Not bad! Next, you just need to dot all the red dots in one stick of incense. I have started to practice swordsmanship, so you can practice it slowly, I finished it in one day."

Chen Xuan nodded and continued practicing.

The shocked old village chief couldn't stay any longer. He couldn't just let himself suffer, he had to stimulate his junior brother.

He disappeared in a flash and came to Xue Han's side, looking at him with a smile.

Xue Han looked at his senior brother's appearance and felt a little scared, "Senior brother, why are you here? Are you here to teach that boy?"

He wanted to summon Xue Chi to leave with his sword, but after waiting for a while, there was no response.

"What? Have you lost your swords? Are you going back to your sword practice more and more?"

The old village chief pretended to be fierce and accused him.

Xue Han was a little panicked. He kept pinching his sword skills under his wide sleeves and tried to call back Xue Chi, but there was still no response. It was clear that the connection between him and Xue Chi was still there.

"Senior brother! It's over. It's such a shame!"

The old village chief pinched his beard calmly.

"Your sword followed Chen Xuan early in the morning."

"Oh, Chen Xuan, it's okay." Xue Han patted his chest and felt relieved, "How was his sword practice today?"

The old village chief sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked.

"Remember the red dots we used to have?"

Xue Han patted his thigh, "How could you not remember? That thing is very difficult! I remember that I had to get the first red dot pricked almost fifty times. It was already a very good result. I remember to ask for it at that time." Nearly seventy times, why is that kid better than me?"

The old village chief said nothing, stretched out four fingers and waved them in front of him.

"Forty strokes? That's not bad, just leave it like that." Xue Han clasped his ears and curled his lips with a look of disdain.

The old village chief shook his head and waved twice more, "That's four!"

"Around?"

"Look around!"

Xue Han exclaimed and jumped up, his face full of disbelief.

"How is this possible? It's impossible!"

The old village chief took out a dry cigarette, took a deep breath, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and said helplessly.

"I don't believe it either, but it really happened right in front of me."

Xue Han was silent for a moment

"Why did you start smoking?"

"It's a little stressful."

"Give me a bite too!"

"Go away, don't learn from it, hehe! It's so cool~"

"Hmph! I'll get one too!"

In this way, the two old men puffed away in the room all afternoon.

......

In the evening, Chen Xuan pressed back the last red dot, lit an incense stick and inserted it not far away.

"Let's do it one last time!"

After closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He moved quickly with his feet and arrived in front of the doll in the blink of an eye. Snow Chi quickly stabbed out several swords in his hand.

Bang bang bang! The sound of red dots popping up comes and goes

Every sword thrown out can accurately hit the red dot, no matter which direction the sword is drawn from.

Chen Xuan's sword became faster and faster. The snow chi in his hand seemed to turn into a white sword, and every sword he swung was as beautiful as a painting.

Soon all the red spots were stabbed all over. Chen Xuan put away the sword in his hand, rubbed his sore wrist, picked up the half-burned incense, and said lightly.

"good!"

Then he walked down the mountain.

......

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a gust of cold wind blew. The two old men hurriedly hid the cigarette sticks behind their buttocks and yelled, "Who is it? Why didn't you knock on the door when you came in?"

After seeing that the person coming was Chen Xuan, he changed his tone and said, "Oh, it's Xiao Chen. How was your practice? Are you tired? Go back and have a good rest."

Chen Xuan placed most of the remaining incense sticks on the table and said, "It's done."

When he turned to leave, he turned around and said two more words.

"Blurred."

After saying that, he walked out of the door without looking back, leaving with a gust of cold wind.

The two old men stood up irritably, patted their butts, looked at each other, and said in unison, "Damn it! I found a treasure!"

Xue Han said leisurely, "Senior brother, why don't you drink some wine at night? I feel pressured."

"I think it's right!"