You promised to practice martial arts, but you have mastered the golden body and Dharma?

Chapter 36 Still need to practice!

Chapter 36 Still need to practice!
Campus hospital, special care ward.

Sun Desheng was wrapped in white bandages and turned into a mummy, with only one head exposed. His round eyes were as stiff as black wooden beads and remained motionless.

Wang Shan sat on the edge of the bed and covered his face. His eyes exposed between his fingers were bloodshot and his pupils were blurry.

A mouthful of saliva stuck in his throat, and it took him a long time to swallow it: "Your father was sent to the martial arts court yesterday and expelled as a teacher. Because of attempted murder, he was sentenced to one year of reform at the front line of the northwest province. He was detained out of the province this morning."

In the quiet ward, Wang Shan's deep voice was like a sick bear whimpering.

Sun Desheng did not move at all.

"Last night, Director Lu called me to have a talk. He might want to investigate Li Jiu's treatment when he was in the district I was responsible for." Wang Shan's eyelids naturally sank. "After your father left, the students in District 3 he was responsible for were divided into divisions. Period Specially, I am the only three general martial arts teachers left in the school, and Director Lu will not fire me from my teaching position."

At this point, Wang Shan raised his eyes and stared at Sun Desheng: "But you, with your arms disabled and your internal organs affected, you have to lie here for at least a month before you can get out of bed. Even if you recover, you will not be able to get out of bed for the rest of your life." If you practice martial arts, the school may expel you from the school."

Speaking of the latter part, Wang Shan moved the corner of his mouth and his voice gradually died down.

Sun Desheng still didn't respond.

"You don't have to worry too much. Although Li Jiu defeated you, it's not going to be smooth sailing for him." Wang Shan stood up slowly with his legs propped up, his eyes red and sore: "Both of Director Lu's students are not the same." It’s simple, he, Li Jiu, is a low-level student with no background. The more outstanding his talent is, the more eye-catching he will be, and one day he will offend people he shouldn’t offend because of it!”

click!
Wang Shan opened the door to the ward and looked back at Sun Desheng deeply: "Desheng, your father and I are close friends. Even if you are expelled from Ninth Middle School, I will take care of you and wait for him to come back."

Hey!
When the door closed, Wang Shan casually took out the cigarette case without taking out the cigarette rod. He glanced down and found it was empty.

"Haha, it's time to go to Director Lu to explain his fault."

A bitter breath welled up in Wang Shan's mouth, and he threw the empty cigarette box into the trash can. There was a glimmer of water in the corners of his wrinkled eyes.

In the ward at this time, Sun Desheng slowly closed his eyes, and the corners of his dry mouth opened and closed tremblingly, full of despair: "Why."

A teardrop overflowed from the corner of Sun Desheng's closed eyes, a bit of warmth crossed his cold and stiff cheeks, and a gray dot suddenly became wet on the dry and soft pillow.

After eating a sumptuous lunch in the living room of the quiet room, Li Jiu twisted his sore neck and opened the door to the martial arts area.

At first glance, it is a cleanly decorated closed room. A row of wooden sword racks are arranged in the corner. Large electronic sandbags hang down in the corner. Adjustable electronic wooden stakes and other weapon training equipment are also neatly distributed against the wall.

This is like a smaller version of Area 4, but with more complete equipment and quieter.

There is a lot of open space to enjoy, and the ten meters in length and width are enough for you to squander.

And when you are in it, you will feel the tranquility soaked in sweet fragrance. The light fragrance permeates the air, with the dryness of grass and trees, not abrupt or irritating, quietly massaging the nasal cavity and heart and lungs.

prick--

Li Jiu picked up a wooden sword and started practicing!
Even a simple thrust requires a lot of care. Li Jiu, who is new to swordsmanship, cannot grasp the essence and has to repeat the sword thrust over and over again.

[Experience value +1 (Transparent Sword Technique)]

prick--

Another thrust of the sword caused the sweat on the back of Li Jiu's hands to sputter out and fall to the ground.

"Add three experience points in one afternoon, which is similar to the progress of body-building boxing. I wonder if the progress will be faster after learning all the sword techniques." Li Jiu put away the sword edge and wiped the secret mark on his forehead. Khan, "We'll continue practicing after dinner."

After arriving in the quiet room, Li Jiu felt that there were only two things in his life, one was to practice swordsmanship, and the other was to eat and sleep. There were no other trivial matters to worry about.

Moreover, living in a quiet room, my mental state is surprisingly good, which is probably the result of the inexplicable aromatic influence. After dinner, Li Jiu practiced sword practice for another two hours. The thrust of the sword became sharper, and the handle of the sword seemed not as soft as when he first held it.

The force bursting out of his arm gradually decreased, and the wooden sword became more and more comfortable, no longer as laborious as throwing a feather.

[Transparent Sword Technique (Not Beginner)]

[Experience value: 7/100]

On the first day of learning the Tongming Sword Technique, my experience points increased by seven points, and my efficiency was higher than when I first practiced the Bodybuilding Boxing!

Li Jiu was secretly happy. He set the light bulb to six o'clock tomorrow morning, so he could have more time to practice swordsmanship!
The next day, Li Jiu finished breakfast at half past six and went to the sword training hall. He saw Lu Xing strolling beside rows of sword stands with his hands behind his back.

"Hello teacher."

"Well, I came quite early to pick up the sword."

Lu Xing glanced at Li Jiu, then took a wooden sword and threw it over. He also picked up a handful and held it in his hand: "Yesterday you learned the basic sword styles of stabbing and picking. Today you learn hanging sword and cloud sword."

"Watch it, keep practicing!"

Lu Xing's sound was like thunder on the ground. He raised his wrist until the sword was perpendicular to his arm, and the tip of the sword drew a semicircular arc backward.

Swah——

The neat movements don’t show any extraneousness, they are natural!

Then he saw Lu Xing changing his stance with the Cloud Sword, twisting his footwork, and the blade of the sword wrapped around his neck like a cloud, cut into a circle, and it was sharp!

Li Jiu also started practicing, imitating each other, but in comparison he was much worse!

"Any swordsmanship is just a patchwork of these basic moves. Only by mastering these can you learn the sword well. Next, show off what you learned yesterday!"

Lu Xing shouted sternly, his eyes piercing Li Jiu's wrists, ankles and other parts like swords.

prick--

Swah——

Looking at the four basic moves that Li Jiu had practiced, Lu Xing's sharp eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Is it an illusion?

Today's Li Jiu seems to hold the sword more steadily than yesterday's Li Jiu, and is less reckless and stiff.
Time continued, and the short sword-teaching time flew by. As the experience value increased, the wooden sword in Li Jiu's hand became heavier by three points, and he held it more firmly!

"Okay, the time has come," Lu Xing called to stop Li Jiu, who was sweating profusely, and commented: "You have made a lot of progress today, and your potential in kendo is not bad. When Liu Zhuxi was learning the basics from me, he only did it in one morning. Learned the five postures.”

"But my standards are different from others. The so-called learning the five moves seems to be the basic moves, but in fact it refers to the feeling of mastering the sword."

"Sword sense is the foundation!"

Li Jiuming's eyes flickered and he secretly wrote down these words.

People like Liu Zhuxi, who had learned swordsmanship from Teacher Lu early on, had naturally walked a long distance quickly, but he hadn't even mastered the sword sense yet, so there was still a long way to go!

Ninth Middle School has almost never had any students ranked among the top ten in the city. After Lu Xing came, the most glorious class was born. Zhao Li and Liu Zhuxi are both core students who are expected to be among the top ten!

If I can't compare to Liu Zhuxi, I basically have no hope of being in the top ten!
So, you still have to practice!
(End of this chapter)