Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

Zhang Song practiced his swordsmanship in the grove surrounding the mine. It was very safe here. Occasionally, there were some mountain animals such as pheasants and rabbits, which were far from being ferocious beasts. It also improved his taste.

Since the mine owner went back, the hunting team sent more than 30 people, went deep into the mine, and killed eight pythons. It seems to be relatively safe for the time being.

"Are you practicing with the sword?" The sudden voice startled him. He jumped several meters away and looked over vigilantly.

Then Zhang Song relaxed.

He was an old man with a bitter look and wrinkled face. He wore an ordinary white cloth gown and looked like a country farmer.

"Greetings, elders of the three clans." Zhang Song bowed and added, "You seem younger? Did you dye your hair?"

"Dye your hair?" The three elders immediately understood the meaning of dyeing hair. They were a little angry, but they smiled casually. It seemed that their strength had improved and they couldn't hide it. Even a child could see it.

The three clan elders gained an opportunity after escorting the goods back from Zhenshan City, and their strength has also been improved, and they are expected to make another breakthrough in building their foundation.

He looked at Zhang Song with increasing satisfaction. This kid was a little timid, but he performed the mountain-breaking knife skills very well, better than some of the old men in the village.

"Okay, I just have something to do with Mo Tie."

"Go to Shangzhai and find Qiu Biao. You can learn swordsmanship from him for a few days."

The three clan elders put their hands behind their backs and patted Zhang Song on the shoulder, looking as if to say, "I'm very optimistic about you."

Zhang Song immediately went home, took the two rabbits and became an apprentice, learning sword skills for free. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, it would definitely help reduce the time he spent idle.

The easiest way to reduce the time spent idle is to practice the same type of skills, gain enlightenment, receive guidance from a strong person, and so on.

Unfortunately, so far, the people who have taught him are all about the same strength as him, and the longest time they have been idle is only reduced by one and a half days.

Zhang Song asked some people and finally saw a three-story courtyard at the foot of a mountain.

This family built their courtyard wall with stone bricks, and the main gate was a half-foot thick vermilion door made of red pine. Their attic was also different from those of other families in the village.

This is the style of the houses in Dali.

Zhang Song had never left Shiniuzhai, but he knew the advantages of such a house and knew that this family had either been to the Dali Dynasty or had a relationship with Dali.

This is a person who has lived in Li and has great knowledge.

"Who are you looking for?" The person who opened the door was a girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a goose yellow dress, with a beautiful and elegant face and watery eyes. She looked at Zhang Song carefully and vigilantly.

"Hello, my name is Zhang Song, from Zhongzhai. The elder of the three tribes asked me to come to Master Qiu Biao to learn sword skills."

The girl nodded slightly. "Then come in, but my father will be back in a while, so you can only stay in the yard."

"Thank you. I won't go into the yard. I'll be fine here."

If it was Zhang Song, a villager, he would not be polite. This family was obviously not the natives of the village, and the other party was a girl younger than him, so Zhang Song naturally would not be presumptuous.

I just found a stone and sat down.

The girl closed the door and came out again after a while, holding two apples. "Here, they are very sweet."

"Thank you."

Qiu Biao was in his forties, with a tall and sturdy build. He wore a fur coat and had an iron braid on his head that hung down behind his head. There was a kind of indifference in his eyes, an imposing aura, and an indescribable majesty, as if he had commanded thousands of troops.

"I, Zhang Song, greet Master Qiu." Zhang Song quickly stood up and saluted.

Qiu Biao narrowed his eyes and stopped.

Zhang Song quickly explained his purpose. At this time, the courtyard door opened and the girl smiled and said, "Daddy is back. Young brother Zhang has been here for a while. I invited him in, but he refused and just sat outside waiting."

Qiu Biao's expression eased slightly.

The yard is very large, with rocks on the ground. Under the west wall, there is a row of weapon racks with five kinds of weapons: guns, knives, bows, hammers, and sticks.

After a while Qiu Biao came out.

He threw a long-handled wooden sword to Zhang Song. This sword was different from the one he was used to. It was obviously used to kill enemies on the battlefield and was very different from the standard mountain-splitting sword in the village.

"I'll hit you a few times."

He held the long-handled sword in both hands and couldn't help but chuckle when he heard the call from the girl in yellow.

Qiu Biao didn't say anything, but tilted his head and looked at Zhang Song.

Zhang Song was embarrassed, but more serious. He swung up his long sword and used the Mountain Breaking Sword Technique. The sword light shot out like a meteor and hit the surroundings.

Let me show you what a master-level swordsmanship is!

"It's so beautiful." The girl clapped her hands and was almost stamping her feet to cheer.

Qiu Biao's face relaxed a little, and he nodded slightly: "Your moves are good, it seems you have touched a knife before."

"You should learn the basic sword techniques from Yue Niang first."

After Qiu Biao finished his instructions, he walked to the side, sat cross-legged on the ground, with his long sword across his knees, and his breathing gradually became long.

"Zhang, Brother Zhang, you, you should learn how to hold a knife from me first."

Zhang Song studied very seriously, but he felt a little embarrassed inside, which was laughable.

"Hold the knife and chop!"

"Hold the knife and chop!"

"Hold the knife and chop!"

Qiu Yueniang doesn't know any sword techniques. She only knows how to hold the sword, take a step, swing the sword, and chop.

"Thank you Miss Qiu!"

"Ah, no, no, it's very simple."

Zhang Song: ...

That night, Zhang Song returned home and replaced the "basic swordsmanship" with the master-level mountain-splitting swordsmanship.

Two days later, Zhang Song was still chopping, chopping, chopping...

But now his basic swordsmanship has reached perfection, and he only needs one hundred and thirty-seven days to complete it.

Qiu Biao looked at Zhang Song. It seemed that this guy really had a little bit of talent. He used the basic swordsmanship quite well.

Qiu Yueniang's eyes were full of admiration. She had been wielding a sword since she was six years old, and she was only slightly stronger than him.

This girl was practicing breathing techniques, and it seemed like she had already joined a great sect.

There is no need to judge the strength of the swordsmanship. Anyway, Zhang Song couldn't even block a single blow a day ago, but now he can take the blow when the opponent shows mercy.

"Not bad, it looks a bit like this."

"Knives and swords are different. Swords are used by cowards. The farther the better. There is nothing to say about stabbing and piercing."

"The sword is used by the brave. The closer you get, the more powerful it is. Warriors on the battlefield use swords, and counselors use swords."

Zhang Song nodded repeatedly and said, "Uncle Qiu, you are right. We must be firm in our stance when practicing sword skills."

"It's a pity that there hasn't been a war recently, otherwise I would send you to the battlefield and you would be able to master the swordsmanship in a month."

Zhang Song was speechless. His mastery of the Mountain-Splitting Sword Technique was certified by the system.

"Chop with the knife, stare at the target, like a tiger hunting its prey, and chop with all your strength."

"Oh, don't worry about the posture, just stare at the target. What do you mean by stare? Stare intently, stare with both eyes, and then raise the knife and chop him."

Time flies. From studying for seven consecutive days to taking out an hour every day to continue chopping the knife, it took a whole month to study.

chopper!

"Sequence 2: Basic sword skills, the realm is perfected. In another eleven years, you can advance to the Grandmaster realm."

Grandmaster realm?

Zhang Song is also looking forward to it, but it will take eleven years. Even if he is talented and has someone to guide him, it will probably take him seven or eight years to achieve it.

I have mastered the basic sword skills in just one month, and I am already very satisfied.

It was removed from the sequence and replaced with the Mountain-Splitting Sword Technique.

The mountain-splitting sword technique that was originally at the level of mastery has actually become a minor accomplishment.

"Sequence 2: Mountain-Splitting Sword Technique, Minor Success. In another year and three months, you can advance to the Great Success realm."

"Go away, go away, you are not my disciple." Qiu Biao waved his hand, the more he looked at him, the more he disliked him.

"Brother Song, your swordsmanship is very powerful." Qiu Yueniang said with a smile.

"Humph." Qiu Biao snorted coldly.

"Daddy, Brother Song already calls you Master, so why don't you teach him a sword?"

Qiu Biao had a cold face and his cotton-padded jacket was leaking air.