The Ultimate Martial Instructor

Boom!

The sword spread, and the majestic waterfall was directly split. Its power was conceivable. There was no time for Qin long to be surprised. His eyes were always fixed on Dao Ling's knife.

"Second move."

The sword suddenly changed, and Ling Bo's body soared into the air, chopping left and right. The awn of the sword flashed wantonly, and the water in the deep pool exploded instantly.

"Third move!"

Without time for Qin long to remember, the third move has been cut out.

If Qin long can distinguish the first move and the second move with the naked eye, there is only a blank in Qin Long's mind of the third move. It's not because Dao Ling's action is too fast, but because the changes between moves are too strange. Qin long remembers this action, but he can't remember the last one.

The three moves and nine changes seem simple and rare, but Qin long knows how difficult it is to practice them.

Hard, hard, very hard!

"How much do you see?" Dao Ling stops his knife and turns to ask Qin long.

Qin long flashed the picture in his mind. He shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "I didn't remember a move."

"Then do it again."

Qin Long's reply seemed to be within Dao Ling's expectation, and he didn't look disappointed. He once again practiced the first style of Ba Dao.

"How much do you remember this time?" Dao Ling asked.

"I didn't remember a move." Qin long shook his head again.

Dao Ling didn't speak. He practiced the first style of Ba Dao for the third time.

"How much do you remember?"

"I didn't remember a move." Qin long continued, but he didn't look discouraged. Instead, he became more focused and didn't feel ashamed because he couldn't remember a move.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth

Qin long has no idea how many times Dao Ling has practiced the first style of Ba Dao, but his answer is always the same.

I can't remember a move!

Dao Ling was patient enough to practice his Sabre skills. A day passed quietly, but Qin long didn't remember a move in the end.

There are three moves and nine changes. Qin long didn't even remember one move for a whole day. Does he really have no talent to practice the art of sabre?

Even if it is to draw a ladle according to a gourd, it can still make a appearance, but Qin long can't even do it. It's really incredible.

It's dark. After Dao Ling's last practice, he doesn't ask Qin long, because Qin long has closed his eyes. This is the first time he has closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Dao Ling's face showed a faint smile for the first time. Instead of disturbing Qin long, he sat on the big stone and closed his eyes.

The night passed quietly, Qin long always stood there motionless, just like a stone pillar, until the next morning.

Qin long suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of essence, and his face was excited.

"Ling Bo, I remember that the first move has changed." Qin long cried out excitedly.

Dao Ling immediately opened his eyes, looked at Qin long, and said with a faint smile, "it's not bad. You do have the talent to Practice BA Dao, but it's not enough. There are nine kinds of changes, one is more difficult than the other. It's far from you to master the first style. Now continue."

With that, Dao Ling picked up the knife again.

It took Qin long a day and a night to remember a kind of change, and he didn't know whether it was slow or fast. But Qin long knew that he still had a long way to go to master the nine kinds of change.

The next day, Qin long got nothing, and the same was true on the third day.

On the 13th day, Qin long finally realized the second change, but instead of getting excited, he felt more pressure. As Dao Ling said, the more he went back, the more difficult it was to understand.

A month later.

In the deep pool, a figure suddenly leaps from the water, the waves turn, accompanied by a light gushing out. When the mighty waterfall meets the sword, the two forces collide with each other, shaking out an amazing explosion.

However, the power of Dao mang is still too weak after all. After a while, it was swallowed by the waterfall.

That figure is Qin long. He shakes the water on his body, his wet hair has passed his eyebrows, and his face is full of dregs.

"Ling Bo, I should have understood the third change." Qin long looks at Dao Ling not far away with a smile and says.

Dao Ling nodded slowly. After a month, Qin long lived up to his expectations and realized the first three changes of the first style of Ba Dao.

"A month has come. We have to leave instead." Dao Ling stood up and said.

"Where are we going next?" Qin long put away Gu Yan Dao in his hand, wrapped it with a gray cloth, and then tied it to his back.

"Find someone to feed you." With that, Dao Ling didn't explain much and continued to attack the West.

Qin long takes a nostalgic look at the waterfall behind him. He secretly decides that he will come back, and then keeps up with Dao Ling.

This time, Qin Long's speed obviously accelerated a lot. Two days later, they finally ran out of the virgin forest, but Ling Bo obviously didn't mean to stop. He took Qin long to a town first.This town is different from the one Qin long thought he saw. It seems that there are not many modern things here. Even the carriages are running on the road, and the clothes people wear are simple robes. They are all necessities of life, and even the game of hunters on the mountain is sold on the street.

Seeing this, Qin long thought that he had gone through the ancient times, but to his surprise, the people here, no matter men and women, old and young, walk very calmly and have some strength. It's really weird.

Walking on the street lined with green bricks, at the end, Dao Ling takes Qin long into a very old blacksmith shop.

"Are you Dao Ling?" A man with only a piece of linen on his body asked in surprise when he saw Dao Ling.

The big man's body is very big, the naked muscles are very strong, but he is not young, the only few hairs are all white.

Qin long felt a heavy pressure when he came to the big Han. Unexpectedly, there was such a master hidden in a dilapidated blacksmith shop. His strength was absolutely three flower realm.

Qin long began to be curious about this place. All the people in the street, men and women, young and old, are martial arts. There is a master of three flowers hidden in the blacksmith shop. He seems to have entered a world he has never touched.

"Han Zhong, long time no see." Dao Ling is also light smile way.

"Are you really Dao Ling?" Han Zhong looked Dao Ling up and down carefully to make sure he was not dazed. He was surprised and said, "how can you be the same as you were more than 20 years ago? Not getting old at all? "

In Qin Long's memory, Dao Ling's appearance has not changed much. He is still a middle-aged man. However, his eyes are not the eyes that a middle-aged man should have. The vicissitudes of life inadvertently revealed sometimes give Qin long the illusion that Ling Bo is an old man over 100 years old.