Martial Lord

Since Fatty Wang left, Shopkeeper Xiao Wu's ears have become much cleaner.Especially when eating, Zhang Daxia "speaks nothing when he eats and sleeps." Wang Meng didn't dare to say anything in this atmosphere, and there was rarely even the sound of bowls and chopsticks clashing after a meal.At this time, Wu Xie couldn't help recalling his little brother's miraculous "chopstick skill". He also made gestures secretly while washing dishes, but his own fingers seemed to be pressed backwards, which were not as good as those in Zhang Daxia's hand. Chopsticks are flexible.

Sensing that Wu Xie began to worship him for eating with those bright little eyes again, Zhang Qiling finally looked over and asked, "Is this dish not edible?" Otherwise, why did he keep staring at him?

Looking at each other, Wu Xie felt guilty for a while, and hurriedly said: "No! I just thought... today's cucumber is not bad, not bad."

Wang Meng was flattered immediately, and said, "Boss, I did this!"

Unexpectedly, Wu Xie's face sank immediately: "I mean the cucumbers in the vegetable market today are very good, especially crispy. If you can't even mix a cucumber well, what else can you do?" , It's just asking Wang Meng to wash, cut and mix it, thanks to the boy who has the nerve to say it.

Wu Xie put some more in a bowl for Zhang Qiling, and said, "Little brother, try it too. This is the taste of my hometown. It is spicy and fragrant. When I was young, I suffered from heat stroke and couldn't eat, so I loved these appetizers. I Mother often said, what to eat, what to eat, eat cucumber, what to eat..."

Wu Xie paused, vaguely feeling that his mother seemed to have said something profound—probably an illusion, he smiled politely at Zhang Qiling, and continued to recommend his craft.Zhang Qiling listened, and then glanced at the melon sticks in the bowl, said nothing, and ate them seriously.

Seeing that Daxia Zhang seemed to be in a good mood, Wu Xie opened up the chatterbox and asked, "Brother, have you practiced martial arts since childhood?"

"Ah."

Sure enough... Wu Xie was a little disappointed.Then he thought again, isn't this nonsense?The little brother is hardworking at first glance, as can be seen from his unshakable smell of chicken and martial arts these days.As for the stories in the book that "unknown people learn unrivaled magic skills by chance", most of them are made up by people who are unwilling to work hard and think about opportunistic tricks all day long.

After hesitating for a while, Wu Xie asked again: "Brother, at my age, is there still time for me to practice martial arts?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qiling put down his chopsticks and asked, "Do you want to practice martial arts?"

Wu Xie smiled: "Recently, I feel that it is necessary to have a few self-defense skills. For example, in the situation last time, if the fat man is really a villain, I will suffer a big loss if I rush in rashly."

"I will save you."

Wu Xie didn't expect Zhang Qiling to be so serious, and sighed in his heart that the little brother is really warm-hearted.He hurriedly said: "Brother, it's not that I don't trust you. I just saw that you were so powerful last time, some..."|

Some yearning.

Wu Xie felt that Zhang Qiling like that was really majestic, if only he was so powerful.Men have an instinctive admiration for the strong, even Wu Xie, who is a little bookish, is no exception, no, probably even worse.He didn't know it before, but after meeting Zhang Qiling, this kind of mood was completely aroused.It's a pity that he is not good at martial arts after all, no matter how envious he is, it is whimsical.

Thinking about it, Wu Xie smiled self-deprecatingly: "Brother, I'm talking nonsense, don't take it to heart. Eat quickly."

Thinking that this topic would end here, Wu Xie buried her head in the meal.When he didn't want to leave the table, Zhang Daxia suddenly ordered a word.

"Tonight at [-]:[-] pm, go outside and start from the basics."

The night is quiet and the sky is silent.Wu Xie gathered up the sundries in the yard half an hour in advance, made space, and put tea on the small table, waiting for Zhang Daxia to take his place.Wang Meng originally said that he would follow him to open his eyes, but seeing that his room was pitch-black, he must have already fallen asleep—this kid is so busy at night, he always goes to bed very early.A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Daxia finished his routine breath adjustment, and walked out of the house. He saw Wu Xie was already waiting in the yard, his face eager to try, his eyes brighter than the stars in the sky.

"Can you take a horse step?" Zhang Qiling asked.

"meeting!"

The little shopkeeper walked to the middle of the yard, straddled his legs, and tied a beautiful horse.Wu Xie doesn't have any kung fu background, but his stance is very standard.His legs are slightly wider than his shoulders, his toes are parallel and forward, his center of gravity sinks, his abdomen is stretched, and his legs are stretched. There are hardly any bad habits of beginners.

Zhang Qiling seemed quite satisfied: "Your grandfather taught it?"

"Well, I was in poor health when I was young, so my grandfather asked me to practice a little basic."

He was immature and introverted when he was young. He had few friends before the age of five.Fifth Lord Dog taught him these basics, not for learning martial arts, but for strengthening his body.As the saying goes, "Before you get started, stand on the horse for three years" and "If you want to fight, you must first mount the horse." He had to practice these basic skills every day before he was six years old, so it is not difficult for him to put on a horse.

Zhang Qiling didn't speak, and stood quietly behind him, not knowing what expression he had.Wu Xie thought, the little brother probably wanted to test his endurance, so he didn't dare to act rashly, and half an hour passed in a flash.Wu Xie hasn't exercised for many years, even when he was a child, he only counted to a hundred and rested.At this moment, he was already profusely sweating, and he could count at least a thousand in his heart, but Zhang Qiling didn't move at all, as if he had fallen asleep.However, as long as his back is a little softer, there will be a force pressing on his shoulders immediately. Similarly, the reminder of the waist-hip posture is also very "in place".As soon as the man slapped him, Wu Xie was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, even though he didn't use much strength, so he could only grit his teeth, lift his hips and tighten his stomach.A quarter of an hour later, Wu Xie's legs felt as if they had been filled with ten catties of sand, and he was trembling even when standing, let alone striding forward.Finally, he shifted his center of gravity, and fell backward without hesitation.

An arm passed through his armpit in time to catch him firmly.At the same time, Zhang Qiling's voice came from above his head: "It's done."

At this moment, Wu Xie didn't care that he was sweating profusely and was drenched all over. With Zhang Qiling's support, he waited for a long time before standing up. Then he wobbled to the side of the chair and sat down, feeling that his legs were no longer there. .Wu Xie knew that martial arts training would be hard, but he never thought that Zhang Qiling would be so merciless in the first lesson.Just now he was thinking that he couldn't lose grandpa's face, and it was all because of this breath that he survived.Sitting now, Wu Xie felt like his legs were going to be useless, and his waist hurt.When he thought that such a thing would happen every day, he couldn't help retreating.

Wu Xie was hesitating how to speak, but Zhang Qiling asked, "Wu Xie, what do you want to learn?"

Still learning?Wu Xie wanted to cry but had no tears, and the emotional Zhang Daxia just entered the state.Anyway, she made up her mind to play tricks, Wu Xie simply said without thinking: "I will learn what you are best at, little brother."

When Zhang Qiling heard this, there was a smile in his eyes: "I am good at swordsmanship, but you are not suitable."

"Why?" Wu Xie immediately thought of Zhang Qiling's dragon back, but found that he was not with him.

"The knife is fierce and a tool for killing people. Your grandfather would not want you to practice it."

There is such a saying.Wu Xie frowned slightly, and subconsciously said: "I don't think so. Knives are also man-made. If people want to kill people, there are many ways, so why do they need weapons? Some people are careful and use tricks to kill people, and some people are powerful. It can kill people. How can people blame innocent soldiers for their faults?"

Seeing Zhang Qiling staring at him intently, Wu Xie realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, coughed twice, and changed the subject with a smile: "Brother, I don't know what I can learn, can you..."

What Wu Xie meant was whether Zhang Qiling could show him two moves to open his eyes. Although learning martial arts probably won't succeed, if he can satisfy his eye addiction, he won't be able to stand for a quarter of an hour in vain.However, Wu Xie's question was mostly tentative. After all, the fat man didn't provoke Zhang Daxia to make a move that day, so Wu Xie never expected that Zhang Qiling would really respond, and he acted like he was free to ask questions. manner.Is Zhang Daxia really proficient in all eighteen weapons?Wu Xie didn't believe in this evil yet.

After thinking for a while, he said: "People say that one inch is long and one inch is strong. Zhao Zilong, the ever-victorious general of the Three Kingdoms period, swept away thousands of troops with a long spear. How about..."

Before the words finished, Wu Xie felt a blur in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Qiling had already dodged to the corner ten steps away.With a flick of his toe, a long pole flew out from the shadows—it was a clothes-drying pole in Wu Xie's yard. Although it had no gun head, it was strong and could be used temporarily.

The moment Zhang Qiling was holding the long pole, Zhang Qiling's posture was already opened.The bamboo pole was really like a long spear in his hand, blocking, holding, piercing, all in one go, as still as still water, moving like moving clouds; Pass, stop the momentum of thousands of horses and thousands of troops.Wu Xie only felt that there were silver stars and auspicious snow flying in front of her eyes, and she was stunned.In his eyes, where is there any clothes-drying pole, Zhang Qiling's hand seems to be a corner gun!What a "king of a hundred soldiers"!

The gun is a thing that can be opened and closed, and it is not easy to use it in a small yard, so Zhang Qiling is more careful.He was about to stop, but Wu Xie said excitedly: "Brother, this is too powerful, I can't learn it! Wait, I'll get something."

The little shopkeeper didn't even care about his sore knees, and ran all the way back to the inner room, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and asked him to take out a long navy blue package in a short while.He threw the package to Zhang Qiling and said, "Brother, go on!"

Zhang Qiling jumped forward and caught it firmly in the air. The moment he landed, the cloth bag had already been opened.Under the moon, Zhang Qiling held a flowing long sword in his hand, and caressed the sword with two oddly long fingers on his right hand.I saw that the sword body was as thin as spring ice, reflecting the moonlight of the day, the cold light was overwhelming.Zhang Qiling cut a wrist flower with his backhand, and the halo followed the blade of the sword to create a phantom white lotus in the air.

"Brother, I received this a few days ago. Although I don't know the goods, I know it's a good sword. Brother, why don't you give it a try?"

Zhang Qiling's eyes flickered, the sword hadn't moved, but the man had already shown his sharpness.He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said, "Wu Xie, look after me."

Before the words fell, Zhang Qiling retreated, and the sword went with him in an instant, and the blade contended, and he actually used a set of swordsmanship that was completely different from his previous routines.This set of swordsmanship has changed Zhang Qiling's former swiftness and ferocity, his movements are light and smooth, his movements are flowing like clouds and flowing water, his shape is like clouds and moon, his spirit is like a jade pot of ice, and the silver light long sword seems to be alive in his hands, shaking for a day The moonlight shattered into an unknown number of pieces.Wu Xie was fascinated by it. Although he didn't understand martial arts, he also knew that this was not Zhang Qiling's usual move, but was specially shown to Wu Xie.

However, the sword is like a person, and the moves are like a person. Even with such a restrained sword move, there is still an indescribable evil spirit in this man's hand, which chills Leng Ran and makes people shudder.Suddenly, the light in Zhang Qiling's eyes changed, and the blade of the sword swiped several times, and then turned sideways again, creating a gust of wind.The old trees in the courtyard kept whirling, shaking off the fallen leaves of the day, stretched out the long sword, and the sword burst out, sweeping towards the roof.In an instant, the leaves rolled up and the eyes were dazzled, covering up an inaudible muffled hum on the roof.Immediately, a roof tile fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

The wind stopped, the leaves fell, and the sword was retracted. Zhang Qiling calmly glanced at the empty roof, deliberately ignoring the tiny bloodstains on the tiles, and calmly returned to Wu Xie.

Wu Xie was dazzled by the dangling silver sword, so he didn't notice these details at all, and thought it was Zhang Daxia's sword that swept the roof tiles down.He said in his heart that it was thanks to the sword, if he used the knife that my brother is best at, I am afraid that more than one roof tile would be broken.He excitedly ran forward and asked, "Brother, what kind of sword technique is this?"

Zhang Qiling put away his sword, returned to the table, and said, "It's my family's swordsmanship."

Wu Xie was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help hesitating: "It's a family tradition? Does that mean you can't just teach it to outsiders..."

"Do you want to learn?"

Wu Xie nodded.He was serious. After seeing this set of sword techniques just now, he felt that his heart was surging, and his chest still couldn't calm down.He even thought that if he could learn this set of swordsmanship in his life, he would die without regret. He completely forgot that he was thinking about how to retreat just now.

"I'll give you the sword manual, you can practice according to it," Zhang Qiling said, "but you have to forget the moves I just made."

Wu Xie was still reminiscing about Zhang Daxia's heroic demeanor just now, but he was taken aback when he heard this.He squinted his eyes, and asked unwillingly: "Why?" Such a beautiful set of sword moves, he probably will never forget it for the rest of his life.

"This set of swordsmanship cannot be practiced according to my usage." Zhang Qiling handed the hilt back to Wu Xie, and said calmly, "This set is not a swordsmanship for killing people."

Before Wu Xie could ask again, Zhang Daxia had already returned.Wu Xie originally wanted to say that he still wanted to see sword moves, but looking at the situation, there would be no result if he continued to question, not to mention his legs had reached their limit, and it was really not easy to toss about tonight.Shaking his head, Wu Xie limped back to the inner room, completely oblivious to the murderous swell in the small courtyard that night.