There was obviously no sword in his hand, but Zhang Xinqiang just held it empty and moved slowly, step by step.
Strange, specious.
In Xiaodie's words, what he practiced was nothing, not even as good as the primary school students in the village.
However, it is such an ugly and slow swordsmanship.
Zhang Xinqiang’s training was so enjoyable.
Tang Li was curious, so she came forward and stared at the words on the stone wall.
Then compare the sword skills performed by Zhang Xinqiang.
Wrong, totally wrong!
No step is right.
When it was time to stab, he thrust diagonally; when it was time to thrust, he thrust straight with his sword.
Slowly, with no rules at all, and no sign of practicing swordsmanship at all.
"well!"
Xiaodie sighed softly: "It's all my dad's fault for doing this and driving grandpa crazy."
Tang Rou also shook her head and smiled bitterly: "Okay, let's go back first. You can watch here. If you have any questions, please contact us immediately."
"knew!"
Xiaodie waved her hands angrily, as if she wanted the two of them to leave quickly.
Tang and Rou just left.
Xiaodie sat next to the food box, opened it and started eating.
Knowing that my grandfather wouldn't eat it, it would be a waste to put it here.
When he wants to eat, can't you just bring it to him when you go back?
Just like that, one is practicing there and the other is eating next to him.
Watch while eating.
"Wrong again!"
"Grandpa, if you practice like this, it will have no effect!"
Even eating can't stop Xiaodie's mouth.
But she still knew it and spoke in a low voice for fear of disturbing Zhang Xinqiang.
As time passed by, Zhang Xinqiang seemed to have improved the sword skills he had just practiced.
Now I have to start all over again.
This second time had just started, and Xiaodie was stunned.
Exactly the same!
How I practiced just now is how I practice now.
Originally, she thought her grandfather was practicing blindly and without any rules at all.
But now it seems that it is not without skills.
At least he has his own way, and after practicing it once, he can still remember it.
Did Zhang Xinqiang really remember it?
Of course not!
After practicing a few times, he suddenly stopped, took a few steps toward the stone wall, looked at it a few times, and then turned back to practice again.
However, even so, the moves are exactly the same as the first time I practiced them.
"What's going on?"
Xiaodie was frightened by this situation.
I deliberately ran to the stone wall to read the words on it.
There is nothing wrong with it, Zhang Xinqiang just practiced wrong.
"Could it be that what I saw was different from what Grandpa saw?"
For a moment, Xiaodie had a headache. She looked left and right and saw Su Chengzhou not far away.
She put away the food box and ran towards Su Chengzhou.
Su Chengzhou was also practicing swordsmanship, but his practice was much more serious.
Every move is exactly as described on the stone wall. Even if there is an occasional deviation, it is all caused by his mistake.
Looking at the little monkey again, it’s the same.
There are so many people on this platform who all practice according to the moves, but Zhang Xinqiang is different.
Xiaodie seemed to have discovered some new continent and returned not far from Zhang Xinqiang.
The more I look at it, the more something is wrong.
It was unfamiliar the first time, but it started to stabilize the second time.
As Zhang Xinqiang practiced over and over again, his techniques gradually became more sophisticated.
Although there is no sword in his hand, he looks decent, and there is still a hint of sharp aura in his hand.
"Grandpa, I have a sword here!"
Xiaodie couldn't help it anymore and threw a long sword directly towards Zhang Xinqiang.
Contrary to Xiaodie's expectation, Zhang Xinqiang is not crazy.
After taking the long sword, he smiled at Xiaodie.
Then, while holding the long sword and dancing again, the surrounding situation changed.
this……
Xiaodie opened her mouth, stood up directly, and almost subconsciously sent a letter to her father.
As if it was not satisfactory enough, I sent another one to my mother.
When Zhang Shengli arrived, he happened to see the long sword in Zhang Xinqiang's hand come out.
At a strange angle, it returned to his own hands.
"Dad, grandpa seems to see that the sword skills on this stone wall are different from what we saw."
How can I use Xiaodie to talk about it?
Zhang Shengli has all the inheritance of sword skills carved on the stone wall in his mind.
He could see the difference between this swordsmanship and inheritance at a glance.
He didn't think there was anything surprising about this sword skill before. Even the sword skills and footwork taught to Ling Kuan were just like that in his opinion.
But as Zhang Xinqiang practiced like this, the strangeness was immediately revealed.
call!
Zhang Xinqiang felt Zhang Shengli's arrival and immediately put away his sword and stood up. He took a deep breath.
"Sheng Li, you came just in time to comment on my swordsmanship just now."
Zhang Shengli had a weird look on his face and just stared at the other person.
"Dad, do you recognize the words on this?"
"I don't recognize it."
"Then what were you practicing just now?"
"Sword skills!" Zhang Xinqiang was about to return the sword to Xiaodie, but after thinking about it, he put it away.
It's not shameful to take something that belongs to your granddaughter.
"Look, this character. Look carefully at the strokes and the order of the strokes. Does it look like a person dancing with a sword?"
Zhang Shengli approached the stone wall and just looked at it.
After looking at it for a long time, it was just one word. How could anyone be dancing with a sword?
"What? Can't you see?"
Zhang Xinqiang seemed a little unconvinced. He pointed at one of the characters and said, "Look at this stroke."
As he spoke, he made an action: "Is it like this?"
After he compared it like this, Zhang Shengli actually found it somewhat interesting.
"What about this stroke?"
Zhang Shengli was amused and pointed at one of the more complicated strokes again.
"This is more troublesome, just watch."
After saying that, Zhang Xinqiang started playing tricks again.
I saw the long sword twisting several times in his hand, and suddenly, a movement trajectory coincided with the strokes.
Zhang Shengli was dumbfounded. He just looked at his father and couldn't find any words to describe him for a long time.
"Is this the right way for me to practice?"
Zhang Shengli shook his head: "I don't know whether it's wrong or not. Now attack me with your sword and see the effect."
This time it was Zhang Xinqiang's turn to be embarrassed.
"I just learned how to attack?"
"It's okay, just use the tricks you just learned."
Zhang Xinqiang was stunned for a moment, then raised his sword and stabbed.
With this move, Zhang Shengli wanted to interrupt the opponent.
But in order to save some face for his father, he still avoided it.
However, just as he dodged, the opponent's sword suddenly changed and appeared at a strange angle at the place where he dodged.
If it weren't for Zhang Shengli's quick eyesight and quick hands, the sword would have just hit his waist.
But just as he flicked the sword away with his finger, the sword got wrapped around him again.
Reluctantly, as if targeting him.
"how so?"
"stop!"
Zhang Shengli had to stop.
He looked at Zhang Xinqiang with a strange look on his face: "Dad, what happened just now?"
"What changes?"
"These are the moves you used to attack me. Are they different from what you practiced just now?"
Zhang Xinqiang was stunned: "It's the same!"
After saying that, he twisted his wrist again and made some gestures.
Indeed, it is exactly the same as what I practiced just now, but the order is messed up.