I have many teachers

Chapter 240 Swordsmanship and 'Treading Thunder'

In Shaolin Temple. .
The green-clothed scribe casually threw the green bamboo to Wang Anfeng, and without any movement, dozens of cheat books appeared beside Wang Anfeng, casually saying:

"The swordsmanship I created is intended to destroy all kinds of martial arts in the world."

"I haven't learned it before, how to break it?"

"You can read all these martial arts, practice them at will, and don't delve into them."

Wang Anfeng picked up these secret books, in addition to swordsmanship, there are also various types of weapons, swords, guns, halberds, strange hidden weapons, everything, and thought of the 72-handed sword-breaking technique, which is indeed a martial arts method to defeat the opponent's moves.

As the saying goes, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in all battles. If you have never practiced swordsmanship, how can you practice the swordsmanship of breaking the sword to the peak?
Mr. Ying presumably has practiced hundreds of martial arts, so he was able to create this kind of swordsmanship.But he has never learned other martial arts, so he wants to practice only one kind of swordsmanship and destroy all kinds of martial arts. Isn't it a blind man and an elephant?

Thoughts were churning, Wang Anfeng bowed again to the scribes, then picked up these secret books, put them on one side of the bluestone, and took out a secret book from the top, it was "Ghost Head Sword Technique", slightly moved Startled, felt that this name seemed to have been heard before, but it seemed to be just an illusion.

At the moment, I don’t want to delve into it anymore. Looking at it, I can see that the moves are extremely cold, the sword moves dangerously, and is extremely spicy. It includes the basics of the sword technique. It is quite simple, but it is completely integrated. Ordinary, fascinated for a while.

Wang Anfeng's opponents in Tongren Lane are many people with outstanding sword skills, and the 72-hand Shipo also aims to break all kinds of martial arts in the world, so he is not completely ignorant of the basic skills of sword wielding.

But these foundations, and the number of systematic sword techniques are two completely different worlds. Looking at this sword technique at this time, the sword moves against the sword technique in 72 hands can't help appearing in his mind. The enlightenment, but if you want to study it deeply, it is like the moon in the well, the flowers in the water, they will be scattered when touched, and the whole picture will not be seen.

Now I have read this sword technique several times, and there seem to be two villains in my mind, one holding a sword and the other holding a knife, fighting each other endlessly, neither willing to admit defeat, the sword technique first breaks the sword technique, But since it is his own swordsmanship, he naturally knows where the possible flaws in swordsmanship are.

Relying on this "Ghost Head Sword Art" move again, he managed to break through the 72-hand trick. At this time, in order to deal with the 72-hand trick, the style of this sword technique has undergone a slight change.

Then he used swordsmanship again to break the saber technique again.

After going back and forth like this, the attacks continued, Wang Anfeng sat cross-legged in the same place, lost in deep thought, and after a while, he turned to the first page of this sword technique again, and read it again, but slowed down, and after a while, it was time to read it again. Finished, pondered for a moment, then turned to the first page again.

At this time, the speed of flipping through is already extremely slow, every move and every move will be pondered for a long time, while the right hand is holding the green bamboo thrown by Mr. Ying, chopping and chopping from time to time, gradually becoming more proficient in the moves.

The green-clothed scribe looked at him and nodded slightly.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and his face softened a little, but he stopped in an instant, coughed lightly, and his expression became cold again. On the contrary, he was more indifferent than before. Standing not far from Wang Anfeng, with his hands behind his back, The hem of the clothes moves with the wind, showing the demeanor of a hermit.

At this moment, he seemed to notice something, frowned slightly, and said:

"Someone came near your house."

The voice was indifferent, but like the sound of a jade tripod colliding, it was clearer and clearer to the ear, waking Wang Anfeng from his meditation. The voice was suppressed and returned to peace.

Wang Anfeng didn't realize it himself, his expression was in a daze, and he looked at Mr. Ying with a little puzzlement, and the latter said lightly:

"That's all for today. You go out first and dismiss the guests."

Before he recovered, Wang Anfeng had disappeared from the Shaolin Temple and appeared in the wooden house.

Shaolin Temple · the top of the lonely peak.

Wu Changqing stroked his beard, looked away from the fragmented volume of "Heavenly Questions", pondered for a while, picked up a pen and wrote a few lines, and looked at his newly written acupuncture method, quite satisfied nodded.

Turning his head to look, he saw that Hong Luoyu was also looking at this volume of "Heavenly Questions" and meditating, his expression was quite calm, and he did not return to his original frivolous appearance, he was still not used to it for a while.

And at the side, Yuan Ci happened to have just finished writing what was in his hand.

Wu Changqing stroked his beard, and said with a smile:
"Master, did you realize something this time?"

Yuanci nodded and said:

"A little gain."

"But I don't know who wrote this volume of "Heavenly Questions". It doesn't contain a word, but it contains profound martial arts principles."

"The poor monk has never heard of such a rare treasure before."

Wu Changqing heard the words and sighed:

"Yeah, even if it's so mysterious, it's just a fragment. It's really unbelievable."

Shaking his head and sighing, he thought of something again, and said with a smile:

"By the way, Master Yuanci, what kind of martial arts did you write this time?"

Yuan Ci put down the pen in his hand and said casually:

"It's just a cudgel technique, using Daqin's "General's Cudgel" as the bone, and revising it one or two times."

Wu Changqing nodded, but he didn't think it was different.

During this period of time, the few of them were in the Shaolin Temple, while reading the martial arts secret books brought by Gongsun Jing, using the martial arts concepts of the Great Qin Rivers and Lakes to feed back their own martial arts, and on the other hand, they watched the "Heavenly God" every day. If you find any remnants of "Question", write them down and re-edit those martial arts cheats in this world.

One is to integrate their thinking, and the other is that the scribes asked them to do this. They have nothing to do, so they fulfilled his wish. Anyway, with their martial arts background, it is not difficult to recreate a martial arts. What's more, since it's just a modification, it kills two birds with one stone, so why not do it?

Thinking of this, Wu Changqing stroked his beard and said with a smile:
"The master and the gentleman are inseparable, but do you know what the gentleman is doing?"

Yuan Ci glanced at him, and said concisely:

"It's not irreversible."

Wu Changqing was slightly stunned, and immediately understood Yuan Ci's meaning.

These two have fought at least ten times since then, how can they be called 'unreliable'?It can be said to be 'rebellious all the time', if you disagree with each other, you will fight violently, but he never thought that Yuan Ci, who has always been peaceful, would be quite stubborn about this literal thing, so he couldn't help laughing out loud.

At this moment, Yuan Ci had withdrawn his gaze, and said:
"However, as far as Poor Monk knows, his behavior must be for Feng'er."

"72 Hands to Break, claiming to break the world's martial arts, but it's just a skeleton. The more knowledge you have in martial arts, the stronger your power. If you really meet a brilliant swordsman, Yi Feng'er only has a skeleton sword at this time. Not enough to be an enemy."

"Besides, our martial arts are different from Daqin's martial arts. Simpler martial arts are still good, but the more advanced they are, the greater the differences are. Martial arts of reason, will inevitably get into trouble."

"It's better to learn some Great Qin martial arts, first to enrich your own martial arts, and to borrow stones from other mountains to attack jade, and second, to make this kind of trouble invisible."

Wu Changqing realized clearly when he heard the words, nodded and said:
"I see."

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At the same time, Fufeng Academy, in the wooden house.

Wang Anfeng was still sitting cross-legged, and appeared on his bed. He was still indulging in the contemplation just now, with a slightly dazed expression. He looked around for a while, and suddenly there was a strange sound in his stomach, a strong His hunger knocked him down in an instant.

Just now when he meditated and practiced martial arts, he consumed a lot of energy, and in order to eat more of the Second Master's handicrafts, he hadn't eaten a single grain of rice since noon. It feels like a tide, emerging wave after wave, unbearable.

The young man hugged his belly with both hands, and threw himself on the bed. Thinking of the second master's medicinal diet, he swallowed reluctantly, and murmured:

"It was time for dinner."

"Who is it..."

Suddenly, a very small voice was heard in the ear, mixed in the wind, very inconspicuous, but Wang Anfeng's expression changed slightly, he raised his head, looked in a direction, settled down, and carefully distinguished it, only to find that it really It was similar to the sound that the third master made deliberately when he plotted against him.

Thinking of how often the third master succeeds in plotting against him, he would confidently say that it was for him to travel in the future and not be plotted against by the thieves. As a disciple, you must understand the painstaking efforts of the master. do not understand.

There was another strange scream in his belly, which caused the flames to flicker in his eyes. The young man laughed back angrily, gritted his teeth, and said word by word:

"Hey……"

"So, come, yes, steal, son..."

At the same time, tens of meters away from the wooden house.

Liang Jinggen sneaked secretly, complacent in his heart, and whispered to his companion behind him:
"Hey, nothing happened, right?"

"We are the cooking skills of our ancestors back then. We are not the kind of experienced people, so we will never discover it."

Fatty felt a little relieved, and was a little worried again, and said:
"What if the librarian happens to be awake?"

Liang Jinggen replied impatiently:
"Excuse me, how many times have you asked?"

"Am I not worried?"

Liang Jinggen sneered and said:
"It's best if he's asleep."

"If you haven't slept, you'll smoke cigarettes later, which can numb the scalper."

"Hehe, I don't believe it. He can bear it. Walking the world, everyone will inevitably be turned over once. Let's take it as a lesson in advance for this book collector. Yes, in the future, when we walk in the world, we must thank us."

After finishing speaking, he kept silent, looked left and right, saw that no one was coming, he secretly waved his hand, and said:

"Go, fat man."

"A lot of money is waiting for us..."

On a dark and windy night, two people, one fat and one thin, jumped up, their eyes gleaming, like hungry wolves pouncing on food, they rushed towards the quiet cabin.

PS: The first update...

(End of this chapter)