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The old and the young stopped in front of the martial arts hall. The young man raised his hand and knocked on the door three times with a "tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick

It turned out that when he was knocking on the door, he exhaled his internal energy and quietly broke the door bolt, which was clean and neat, and no noise was generated.

They went in, and the night swept over behind them, and the wind blew.

...

The wind was quite strong, making the window frame sound. In the room, a light was bright. Under the light, Chen Sanlang sat upright and straight.

On the desk, the four treasures of the study were arranged neatly. The ink was thick and the pen tip was opened.

Chen Sanlang closed his eyes and was calm inside. After a while, he reached out to hold his pen and wrote on the spread white paper.

The pen is restrained and the characters are written in a regular manner, which is small regular script.

Among many calligraphy, regular script, as the official character, is the most immersed in scholars in the world. It can be said that basically everyone can write fluent and rigorous regular script.

It is precisely because of the mainstream that it is difficult to make calligraphy. Most people practice calligraphy and strokes, which are full of craftsmanship, just like those printed on molds, meticulous. It is just right, but lacks artistic beauty.

Chen Sanlang's regular script is very different. Every stroke and stroke has a certain meaning, and it looks sharp and contains vitality.

I wrote a total of ten pieces of paper before I finished writing.

What he wrote was the sword technique taught by Xu Nianniang, which was 3,452 words, a word of each word. He carefully checked it from beginning to end and confirmed that there were no omissions. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

This mantra is really hard to say. Although I remember it hard, I remember it, but it is not safe. I will inevitably forget some words when I am not careful.

If you really forget it, it will be fatal, especially the key words you forget.

So I feel that it is safer to write it out in dictation, and the words in black and white are more secure. The unique skills are passed down without remembering the words, but Xu Nianniang did not force her to give her any advice. At worst, after learning, she would burn the papers down.

After writing, it consumes mental and physical strength, sweats all over. Leaning on a chair, closing your eyes to rest. After a while, you start watching carefully and understand it carefully.

This is not a horse stance, not a simple move, but a unique skill. Xu Nianniang passed the sword and asked him to go again in three days. There is no doubt that it depends on how much Chen Sanlang can understand in these three days, and then proceed to the next step of inheritance.

This is basically the case in the program.

Otherwise, even if Chen Sanlang has a high talent, it is unlikely that he can learn martial arts skills with just a mantra, which is too difficult.

This different magic inheritance, and that kind of inheritance is often imprinted directly in the mind through soul thoughts, which is equivalent to taking a shortcut and getting twice the result with half the effort.

For example, Xiaolongnu taught "The Demon Binding Art" and "The True Dragon Water Control Art" before. Both of them were like this, so Chen Sanlang learned it very quickly.

But now, when facing the sword technique, you have to rely more on your personal understanding. There is no shortcut to take.

Xu Nianniang said before that Chen Sanlang had studied the "Xu Family Boxing Sutra" and laid a foundation. No matter how much the foundation is, it is better than not. After all, at his age, it is really a bit old to learn martial arts again.

There is not much time, and we have to race against time.

However, after slowly thinking about it, Chen Sanlang looked confused and suddenly realized that this mantra was not the case at all, and the whole article did not mention the word "knife".

There are more than three thousand words, but there is no word "天". Is this still a knife decision?

Chen Sanlang even had a little doubt whether his father-in-law remembered and passed on the wrong way.

"No, it's a peerless master after all, how can you make this low-level mistake..."

Chen Sanlang threw away the questioning thoughts, rubbed his temples, focused his energy, and studied again.

Bang!

The lights exploded, awakening him in a daze. It was estimated that more than an hour had passed. However, Chen Sanlang's expression became even more confused and could not find Bei at all.

Looking at this mantra, it seems like I am reading a wordless book.

As a scholar, when reading books and breaking volumes, he not only reads scriptures, but also reads notes on miscellaneous books. He is more flexible and has a wider range of knowledge. He can read some Buddhist scriptures and Taoisms. Needless to say, Chen Sanlang has been exposed to the secrets of magic and magic. It is mysterious and mysterious, and there is no need to repeat it.

But when he was facing the sword score, he felt unprecedentedly overwhelming. Because he could not find any smooth sentences and paragraphs throughout the article, as if he was putting in and piled up irrelevant words together. There was neither rules nor rules.

Chen Sanlang scratched his head very much: Could it be that he wanted to understand this sword skill, but he could not be explained literally, but something else was strange?

This is not impossible.

There are rumors in the world that the interpretation of any unique secrets is very unique, just like a password. If you cannot choose the right method, you will never be able to enter. Therefore, if you cannot get the guidance of a famous teacher, it will be difficult to stand out. The chances of relying solely on personal accidents are very slim.

Chen Sanlang then woke up and began to change his thinking, think about it, guess it, and break it up and recombined it...

...

The lights of the martial arts hall were on, and the door of the inner room was open. Xu Nianniang stood at the door, which meant that one man was at the gate and ten thousand men could not open.

Xu Jun was behind, looking at the two uninvited guests standing in the yard with a nervous expression - she had never seen these two people before, did not know their origins, or whose surnames they were.

The only thing I know is probably that the other party is the father's "old friend".

The old and the young were standing quietly in the yard for some time, but they didn't say anything, as if they were waiting for Xu Nianniang to speak.

Xu Nianniang was silent, as silent as the dim stars and moon in the sky.

The wind whistled, shaking sounds, shaking people's hair.

The young man couldn't help but feel angry: "Sir Xu, we are here to invite you back to the mountain."

I bite the word "please" very hard.

Xu Nianniang ignored it, raised the gourd in her hand and slowly poured wine into her mouth. Every time she drank, his eyes lit up.

The old man suddenly sighed: "Lao Liu, you have been wandering outside for so many years, don't you want to go back?"

Xu Nianniang bent a sneer on the corner of her mouth, as if she was very disdainful to answer this question.

The old man sighed again: "Although the boss and the others did a little too much in that matter, you are not wrong? For a witch, we cut off our mat and righteousness and robes and friendship. Have you forgotten our mission and responsibility?"

At the end, the tone suddenly increased, full of reprimand and majesty.

In the room, Xu Jun listened and her head buzzed. She was smart and immediately realized that the "witch" she was talking about was obviously her mother.

Regarding his mother, his father Xu Nianniang rarely mentions it, just like a wound hidden in the deepest part of his heart, and never easily shows it to anyone, including his daughter.

Therefore, Xu Jun almost knew her mother. However, for so many years, since she became sensible, she instinctively formed a gentle and loving image in her mind, carefully caring and embellishing, like a painting and statue, and not allowing others to defile them at all.

But now a stranger came, but he said that his mother was a witch. Xu Jun gritted his teeth and rushed out of the yard, pointing at the tip of the old man’s nose: “Who do you think is a witch?” (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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