"Use this to practice." Pick up the bamboo that had just been placed aside and handed it to Zhao Xier.

Zhao Xier reached out to take it, looked at Zhao Qingyang, nodded, then walked to the open space beside the wall, looked at the mural carefully for a while, then slightly raised the bamboo branches and smashed it to the side.

call out!

A sharp sound rang out, not loud, but it could be heard calm and powerful.

The girl was unmoved at all, and then she swung her second stroke, which was a little heavier than just now, the third stroke, the fourth stroke...

The black hair was like a waterfall, but it was tied up casually. The slightly thin face was a little cold, and the little girl's face was calm that was not of this age.

"The second level of bodybuilding is almost no different from ordinary people. The will needs to be strengthened and the understanding is low. The roots and bones can only be said to be quite just right, barely capable, just sloppy." Zhao Qingyang observed for a moment before he came to this conclusion.

When he was practicing the sword scripture in the light and shadow simulated by the system, it seemed like he could take a look at it with such a sword style?

This is too simple and not difficult at all, so you can do it without practicing.

What you have to think about is not how to learn.

To do it, you must do it better than the question setter.

To surprise him, to surprise him, and to make him even more afraid to think about it, so that you can easily surpass it.

"First of all, your sword is wrong."

"How do you think the sword is held? Hold it with your hands like you?"

"If you look carefully at that mural, how you hold the sword, you should pay attention to every detail. Although these seem simple, they cannot be ignored. If you hold the sword like you did."

Zhao Qingyang gently picked up a dead branch beside him and hit the back of the girl's hand. Zhao Xier only felt a shock in her palm, and Qingzhu instantly came out of her hand and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

“The balance is too poor.”

"The strength is not enough, practice again."

Zhao Xier stood there for a long time, wiped the crystal clearness that was about to overflow from the corners of her eyes, and then silently picked up the bamboo pole and carefully observed the mural.

This time, it took half a day.

Nothing is redundant!

Whether it is movement or momentum, since all the strokes on the mural were outlined by Zhao Qingyang, there is no place that can be abandoned at will.

After you understand eight out of ten, you will understand the artistic conception and then take action, you will be much better.

The sword cannot be rushed to achieve success. Even if he has spent tens of thousands of years learning all the top sword scripts inside, he will still stay in it for tens of thousands of years to practice the most basic sword technique, and squeeze out the last trace of value in the system before he came out.

The basics are the most important.

This is wherever it goes.

Practice slowly.

I yawned gently and walked into the side room. This place was spacious and had complete bedding. Although it had not been inhabited for a long time, it was quiet and elegant. Without much care, I almost fell asleep.

Zhao Qingyang was awakened by a burst of fragrance.

Following the fragrance, I walked into the kitchen.

The little girl had already prepared all the dishes and chopsticks. When she saw Zhao Qingyang coming, she was busy serving him food again.

"This is the newly prepared chicken soup for you. I'll continue practicing swordsmanship first."

"Don't you eat together?" Zhao Qingyang raised his eyebrows slightly and said casually.

“I’ve eaten…”

Zhao Qingyang shook his head, saying that he had eaten it, his shriveled belly didn't look like he had eaten anything.

He broke off a large piece of meat from the cooked chicken in the stone pot and threw it to Zhao Xier. Zhao Xier quickly raised her hand to take it, looked at Zhao Qingyang deeply, bowed slightly, and then walked out.

Zhao Qingyang discovered that the little girl should be used to being alone and not good at expressing herself. She was also a little afraid of being a child. It was understandable. In the end, it might be because she was too handsome that the little girl began to doubt herself, which was normal.

But it doesn't matter, she doesn't need to express anything at all.

The chicken soup really has a rich and sweet taste in the mouth, which makes Zhao Qingyang close his eyes slightly and tastes the rare delicacy.

Zhao Xier was still practicing the long sword hard, as if she had put all her energy on the mural. A bamboo branch was also played with by her, which made Zhao Qingyang feel a little relieved.

"The legs need to be separated a little longer, and you need to stand on the ground like a rock, stabilize your body, so that you can hold the sword and the force in your hands can be able to receive and receive freely."

"The waist should be tilted forward a little further to stabilize the center of gravity at a fixed point, which is used to facilitate better control of the body."

"The eyes must have a spirit and focus on the front. Let other senses observe the surrounding conditions, but the eyes must focus on the front. In addition, it must not only focus on the front, but be like an eagle. As long as you see the prey, then the prey will never be out of its sight."

"The control of breath is also extremely important."

"besides......"

Zhao Qingyang kept talking about it from the afternoon until dark, but even so, what the little girl did still couldn't make him absolutely satisfied.

However, it is much better than before.

"Head, don't lower your ears, notice the direction of the wind, etc., and calculate all the factors that may affect your sword." Zhao Qingyang sat on the green stone covered with grass, leaning on his cheek, carefully picking up the problem.

The little girl was already sweating profusely and had already been soaked in sweat.

What Zhao Qingyang said is not without evidence. In the system space, what he practiced by himself was much stricter than this. Not only did he pay attention to the wind direction and wind speed, but he also needed to calculate the horizontal thrust of the wind blowing on the sword. This is all knowledge. Even a slight difference will affect the effect of this sword.

Don’t think it’s useless. What if the other party is a monk with wind attribute?

If you want to reach the top level, then the side branches will no longer be side branches. As long as it is slightly related to the sword, you need to learn it. If you learn it, you must learn it thoroughly.

"hand."

In the end, Zhao Qingyang was almost too lazy to say something specific, but just about the general position.

If it is wrong, then the dead branches in his hand will be thrown to that specific position, causing the bamboo pole in Zhao Xier to escape several times.

Zhao Qingyang naturally had a sense of responsibility, and it was not corporal punishment, so he would not hurt her at all. He just took it lightly and used the right force to allow her to understand more clearly.
Chapter completed!