Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 66

After nightfall, the autumn grass in the Huixian Temple is lingering, and the insects are singing.

There are only two Taoist priests, one old and one young, stationed in this seemingly magnificent Guanyu, so there are always some neglected places, and the silhouette of the building looks even more bleak in the autumn night.

For example, the guest house in Huixian Temple has been dilapidated all year round, and there are still frequent lice infestation, which is far less clean and refreshing than Sanqing Temple.Jiang Wen arranged the deep-eyed Ningdie to lay the floor in the main hall, and then he walked to the open space in front of the temple, circling in silence with a little thought, looking at the moon from time to time in a trance.

When he walked around the palace and came to the backyard, he found that Hong Wending, who said he wanted to fetch water for washing, was standing on the edge of the well, practicing a set of boxing techniques under the moonlight. children.

"Wending, do you have something on your mind?"

Jiang Wen stopped to watch for a while, and then sent a greeting.

Although Hong Wending's set of boxing techniques is performed in accordance with the rules, he is quite hesitant when performing moves, and he does not have the vigor to stop and stop in a fight at all.

I saw Hong Wending bowing his palms, punching his fists and rolling his feet at the same time against Jing Jilu, after practicing a vigorous and powerful "Dragon and Tiger Simultaneous Appearance".

Hong Wending looked at Jing Jilu intently, imagining it as Yan Yongchun with swift fists, and suddenly noticed that the hands that used "Shuangzhi Zhaoyang" stood up like crane wings, turned into strong winds and roared, as if flying across the sky with wings The white crane pounced forward.

Hong Wending's hard-practiced "Dragon and Tiger Appearance" was already ready to go, but in the face of the imaginary attack, the already smooth and natural horse-step punch hesitated for a moment again, and was brushed away by the phantom of the wings and scattered into the air. In the mist.

"Master, I should have been able to restrain that move today..."

Jiang Wen saw the confusion and hesitation on Hong Wending's face, and stepped forward to pat him on the shoulder.

"Apprentice, do you feel that the moves are jerky and blocked?"

Hong Wending nodded.

"It's my moves that are wrong."

Jiang Wen shook his head and said, "Your trick is not wrong, the fault is that you are facing Miss Yan."

In order to prove what he said, Jiang Wen also stood by the well, resuming the daytime duel in the posture of Tianshan Zhemei.

Any fist and palm grasping martial arts in the world can be automatically transformed into the hands of Liulu Zhemei. Therefore, once it is used, Jiang Wen's hands are like the wind of cold plum blossoms, dancing suddenly, and deducing the changes layer by layer. Hong Wending was dazzled.

But the more he looked at it, the more gloomy Hong Wending's face became.

Jiang Wen deduced it three times, and only reached fifteen moves at most, and Hong Wending's side was completely cornered.

Although imitation is only a possibility, but the same person fighting with each other's hands is already on par with a duel between an adult and a child. Hong Wending knows that if he really fights, the situation will only be worse than the demonstration.

"I know Master, I lost this game."

Hong Wending said lonely.He is not a competitive person, but he cannot accept inexplicable defeat due to his own reasons.

Jiang Wen stopped the deduction and sat on the edge of the well, patting his head.

"I just said that you lost the punch, but you won the Wuying Kick."

Hong Wending said with some regret: "That's because I was in a hurry and remembered the chain kick technique my father taught me. In fact, that move is already messed up and I can't count it."

"Good apprentice, do you think Miss Yan is not messing around?"

Hearing this, Jiang Wen suddenly laughed, "She couldn't take you down in a hurry, so she used a boxing technique that hadn't been formed yet, and I recognized the roots. After all, you are just competing with each other."

Hong Wending looked at his master suspiciously, as if he was thinking whether this was to comfort himself, but Jiang Wen didn't give him a chance to doubt, so he hit the railway while it was hot.

"Then think about it again, when you faced Miss Yan, did you feel that the moves you had at your fingertips in the past were not effective, so you were caught taking the sword and walking away?"

Hearing this, Hong Wending's eyes finally lit up.

"That's right! How did Master know!"

Jiang Wen said slowly: "Rotten bone poison has hurt your foundation, causing the body's action and reaction to decline. I usually practice martial arts because I am very familiar with it, so I can't feel it for the time being. Far faster than the body, it will naturally feel that the movements are not natural and coherent."

Fujiwara Takumi drove too fast, so that he couldn't see things clearly and thought he was short-sighted, which is also the reason.

But what Jiang Wen kept silent was that Hong Wending and Yan Yongchun were both geniuses with "extraordinary talents" in understanding, and both had the ability to draw inferences about martial arts, so when the two collided, there would be a brainstorm-like effect.

The White Crane Fist that Yan Wing Chun seems to be using actually has a variety of boxing scriptures at his fingertips. Hong Wending's vision is still lacking, but his intuition has told him not to deal with it rigidly, so he adjusted his moves.

The same situation also happened to Yan Yongchun, so after going back and forth like this, the two of them would naturally get out of the mold more and more, and enter into a natural state.

The most intriguing point is that Yan Wing Chun has integrated various boxing styles in these years, and has embarked on a unique path of "Wing Chun Patriarch". It is only natural that she can enter the state of epiphany.

But Hong Wending is only eight years old this year, so he can detect the same state!
The reason for his hesitation was not only the decline in physical fitness, but part of the reason was that his warrior instinct had already felt the incongruity between the moves and himself, which drove him to continue exploring!
Jiang Wen had a faint feeling that perhaps under his guidance, this apprentice could become a pioneer in martial arts at a young age.After all, compared with other geniuses, his advantage lies in having his own master and the entire Jin Yong Jianghu martial arts system to refer to.

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Why do you want to accept disciples?

Jiang Wen has never explained this question to anyone, but ever since the Jin Yong system degenerated into the Tianyancha system, he has been thinking about a question-what is the difference between Jin Yong and the Ming and Qing worlds?
The Jin Yong system originally had six attribute dimensions: arm strength, comprehension, agility, fortune, root, and concentration, but the Tianyancha system was simplified to only comprehension and root.

But to some extent, does it also mean that these two attributes can be preserved because they are common in two different systems?

Jinyong's Jianghu is mainly based on enlightenment. He can comprehend profound martial arts by writing, playing chess, and reading Daoist scriptures. The most outrageous thing is that he can even practice hidden weapon stunts by eating dates.

In the Ming and Qing dynasties, training was the main focus, and only by oral instruction combined with accumulation over time, coupled with a flash of inspiration like meditation and enlightenment, can one become a martial arts master.

The reason why he wanted to start a school and accept disciples was because Jiang Wen started reverse thinking.All the schools in the Ming and Qing Dynasties will try to disperse some martial arts into the martial arts, such as the emergence of various schools of Xingyi, Taiji, Bagua, and Xinyi martial arts.

This method is now the most popular in Southern Shaolin. Along with the luxuriant branches and leaves of the origin of martial arts, many outstanding lay disciples have been scattered to carry forward Southern Shaolin martial arts.

In this way, while these sects study behind closed doors, they encourage folks to study and discuss, and finally obtain various essences after brainstorming, just to ruminate on their own development.

In Jiang Wen's eyes, this collection of tens of thousands of people is a sociological experiment in martial arts.

And the reverse experiment he wants to carry out is to train apprentices in different directions by himself, analyze the core of the Jinyong Jianghu system and the Ming and Qing Jianghu systems, and find a way to crack them.

Now, with Jin Yong's Jianghu gradually invading this world, his suppressed internal strength is slowly loosening, and the opportunity to explore these things will come naturally.

Facing Hong Wending, he just happened to see what step this outstanding person in terms of comprehension can do now.

"Wending, your bones haven't grown yet, so a little damage is not a big deal. As a teacher, I will teach you a martial art that sharpens your bones today, which is very skillful and does not work."

Next to the well is the firewood room, and the firewood is piled up high for winter heating and alchemy.Jiang Wen raised a rusty hatchet, weighed it and held it tightly with his palm.

Under the cold moonlight, Hong Wending saw Jiang Wen raise the machete high with one hand, use the strength of his upper arm to drive the machete, and chop it into a piece of firewood in an ordinary way.

But this clumsy knife was extremely weird, as the blunt knife cut into the hardwood grain, there was only a slight crisp sound, and the firewood was cut in half immediately.

"Heart and mind, hand and eye, keep in mind the four tactics of being impartial, neither right nor strange, neither slow nor rash, neither deep nor shallow. It's not good enough. Wending, this is a stupid skill, but it's best for smart people."

Jiang Wen is chopping firewood faster and faster. No matter whether the firewood in the woodshed is standing vertically, horizontally, or facing the sky, no matter whether it is oddly shaped, knotted, or hard as a rock, there is nothing redundant under his hatchet. It fell apart and was just honestly chopped open.

"You first memorize the three moves of straight chop, forward drill, and horizontal cut, and then continue the three moves into nine moves, supplemented by the yin and yang movement of both hands, to form a total of eighteen sword moves..."

"This is the kung fu that master wants to teach you, "Chaishan Eighteen Roads"!"

(End of this chapter)