Reborn to enter the entertainment industry, the licking dog ex-husband rolls aside

Today's shoot was extremely busy.

Zhang Jing didn't find a chance to talk to Yu Hong either.

Finally, at seven o'clock in the evening, the crew finished work.

Seeing that it was getting late, Xia Qingluo thought it would take more than an hour to walk up the mountain, so he borrowed an off-road vehicle from Shu Weiming.

Seeing that Yu Hong had left, Zhang Jing shook his head slightly. He could only buy some fruits at the supermarket downstairs in the hotel and walk up the mountain by himself.

In Liu Jianxin’s courtyard.

The night was as dark as ink, and the Chinese-style street lamps in the courtyard emitted a soft light.

Liu Jianxin walked slowly to the knife rack and picked up a long sword on the rack. This sword was different from the other swords. There was a long red tassel hanging at the end of the hilt.

"You have almost mastered the basic sword techniques. You can start by looking at the advanced sword techniques."

Xia Qingluo blinked and looked at the red tassel on the back of the long sword curiously. "Long-tasseled sword? I saw it on TV a long time ago. It seemed to be used as a decoration for a performance."

Liu Jianxin smiled and stroked his beard, with his long sword on his back. "The tassel on the sword is more than just a decoration. You will know its function in a moment."

In fact, it was only after practicing ordinary sword techniques for a year and a half that he began to learn advanced sword techniques.

But Xia Qingluo learned too quickly. In just one week, he had mastered the basic sword techniques by heart.

Geniuses have geniuses’ learning methods.

Liu Jian was thinking about letting Xia Qingluo try the same rhythm that Lu Chengyuan used to practice martial arts.

Liu Jianxin held the sword steadily with both hands, and at that moment, his whole body became one with the sword.

His body moved flexibly as the sword danced, his movements were free and unrestrained, and the tip of the sword drew graceful arcs in the air, like a calligrapher splashing ink in the night sky.

Completely different from the melee mages in Western games, Western two-handed sword moves are full of power. The sword movements are slow and powerful, and each move seems to carry a tremendous force.

The Chinese two-handed sword is more casual and unrestrained, sometimes as fast as lightning, sometimes as slow as flowing water.

Xia Qingluo widened his eyes. Liu Jianxin's movements were so fast that they could not be captured by the naked eye.

No wonder there is a tassel hung on the hilt. If there was no tassel, Xia Qingluo would not be able to see the direction of Liu Jianxin's sword.

One, two, three... In just one second, Liu Jianxin had swung out as many as twenty swords!

The sword quickly shuttled through the air, making a powerful "buzzing" sound. It was the sword that was ringing, as if it could split the air.

With the last sword strike, Liu Jianxin pointed his sword at Xia Qingluo.

The sword wind whistled past, and Xia Qingluo's hair was gently lifted up by the sword wind.

Seeing Xia Qingluo's shocked expression, Liu Jianxin retracted his sword, put it behind his back, and smiled, "In fact, one-handed swordsmanship is more of a performance, and real combat is done with a two-handed sword. The next most powerful is the two-handed knife, and the strongest is the spearmanship."

He stroked his beard, smiled cheerfully, and handed the sword forward with one hand, "What do you think? Do you want to challenge me?"

Xia Qingluo took the sword.

She stood firmly, concentrated her mind and calmed her breath, then began to perform sword techniques as Liu Jianxin had just demonstrated.

From the very beginning her movements revealed a harmony of unity with the sword, as if she and the sword were one.

Liu Jianxin sat on a stone bench, stroking his mustache with a look of surprise on his face.

Qing Luo's sword dance was not as strong in sword intent as his, nor was it as fast as his.

But every time she swung the sword, she precisely replicated his previous movements, not missing even the slightest turn.

What kind of genius is this?

People who practice martial arts usually start training from a young age, because children's bodies and minds are more flexible and easier to shape.

Although it is possible for adults to reach a high level in martial arts, they often cannot match the agility and sensitivity of those who have practiced martial arts since childhood.

But at this moment, Liu Jianxin seemed to see the shadows of his two disciples in Xia Qingluo.

Especially Lu Chengyuan.

Lu Chengyuan started practicing martial arts when he was ten years old, which was past the best time for him to practice martial arts, but he was also a genius.

He laid the foundation in three days and started learning swordsmanship in a week, which was comparable to Xia Qingluo's pace.

Xia Qingluo swung out his last sword, and the tip of the sword brought up a slight sword wind, as if even the surrounding air was shaking.

Liu Jianxin paused as he was stroking his beard, and his eyes widened slightly.

Xia Qingluo already has his own sword intent, Xia Qingluo is more powerful than Lu Chengyuan at that time!

He was sure that if Xia Qingluo and his two disciples learned martial arts at the same time, Xia Qingluo would definitely be far superior to those two disciples.

The next second, the gate was pushed open.

Zhang Jing walked into the yard and saw Xia Qingluo sitting on a stone bench, and he froze in place.