In the yard, the sound of wooden swords clashing could be heard clearly.
Zhao Cheng just swung his sword casually, with ease and ease, and every impact of the wooden sword made Zhao Xiaoxiang's originally unsmooth sword path immediately become smoother.
The initial practice of swordsmanship is like this. You need to let your body remember the feeling of exerting force.
If you have the conditions, if you have someone to help correct your sword's path, your progress will be rapid.
If you don't have the conditions, it will take a lot of hard work to learn from the secret books or videos, and even in the end, it may not be all correct.
Over the past few months, with Zhao Cheng helping him practice swordsmanship every day, Zhao Xiaoxiang has made rapid progress. According to this progress, after a while, he should be able to truly get started with swordsmanship.
"Are they sparring?!"
In the yard, Zhao Cheng's uncles, aunts, and grandparents, who didn't know much about the situation, all had this idea.
When they were in school, although there were swordsmanship classes, there were no swordsmen to correct their swordsmanship. When they went to work, they worked full-time. After get off work, they didn't have time to rest, and they didn't have the time to study swordsmanship.
Therefore, they did not know the secrets inside, but they just felt that Zhao Cheng and Zhao Xiaoxiang seemed to be sparring.
As for Zhao's father and Zhao's mother, even though they knew they were going to do this in the morning, they just thought they were sparring.
They knew that Zhao Cheng's swordsmanship suddenly became stronger, but they had no idea how strong it was.
Zhao Cheng didn't say anything about Zhao Cheng going to win the Youth Cup, so they just thought it was Zhao Chengzhen who went out to play for a few days and didn't think much about it.
Otherwise, the news that Zhao Cheng won the championship would have spread throughout the circle of relatives and friends long ago.
Showing off babies is a traditional art, and even parents don’t care much about their children’s feelings.
At this time, they looked at it and thought it was just sparring. After that, they talked with Zhao Cheng's grandparents, uncles, aunts, bala bala, etc., saying that the two children suddenly became more diligent now, and they had to do this every day.
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Then it turns to something else, hard work is a good thing, but I don’t know if it’s because I’m in love or something.
The elders are a very strange group. When the children were young, they said it was not good to fall in love early, but when they got older, they said it was not good to be single.
Only Zhao Manyun, because he went to an aristocratic school and the kendo instructors in the school were all swordsmen, could see something.
On weekdays, when taking kendo classes, their instructors seem to behave like this when correcting their swordsmanship.
Zhao Cheng swings his sword, and every stroke gives people a relaxed and freehand feeling. The same is true when the instructor corrects the sword path for the students.
"He's a swordsman?!"
Zhao Manyun was startled by the idea that suddenly came to him. It is not that there are no swordsmen at this age, but throughout history, there are only a few such people every hundred years.
Moreover, when he was young, he showed amazing talents in swordsmanship. Later, he was discovered by either the country or the people of the great lineage, and was cultivated with the best resources and the best conditions.
Only in this way can we complete in just a few years what it takes others decades, or even more years, to complete.
Although Zhao Cheng has indeed become much prettier and has a different aura, it would be too exaggerated to say that he is a swordsman.
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But she didn't know that Zhao Cheng was indeed not a swordsman, but he was a swordsman, which was something that could be easily proven.
In fact, if Zhao Cheng hadn't used his willpower to forcibly suppress the instinct of life evolution, he would have naturally taken that step long ago.
This "sparring" lasted for almost twenty minutes. When Zhao Xiaoxiang came to the back, he was still sweating profusely even in the middle of winter, but Zhao Cheng, let alone sweating, didn't even have a look on his face.
He turned red and his breathing was not messy at all.
"According to your current progress, in as little as two months or as slowly as three months, you should be able to get started with swordsmanship."
"Getting started is a level. After that, from entry to proficiency, to proficiency, to master, it is all a matter of time and effort. As long as you are diligent enough, you can get up."
Zhao Cheng encouraged.
"The future is bright for swordsmen!"
Zhao Xiaoxiang didn't speak when he heard this. He adjusted his breathing for a while and then said: "Then how long will it take for me to catch up with you?"
After hearing this, Zhao Cheng pondered for a moment and said seriously: "If there is really the highest level of swordsmanship, you should have a chance."
For Zhao Xiaoxiang, he could not directly undermine the other party's enthusiasm. He could only say so euphemistically.
With his current progress, he will be able to become a certified swordsman in half a year, and his talent in swordsmanship will further improve. By then, becoming a swordsman will probably be a snap.
Moreover, this is still a snowballing process. The further time goes by, the stronger he becomes and the faster he obtains resources. At the same time, his talents will become more terrifying, and he will become stronger faster and stronger.
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After what happened in the morning, the elders only thought that it was a good thing for their children to make progress, especially Zhao Cheng's uncle and aunt, who were wondering if their son was too idle.
Zhao Manyun was fine, but Zhao Dong, when he was resting, he slept until noon and didn't get up until noon, which was too lazy. However, it was hard to criticize him as he was celebrating the New Year, so he could only wait until after the New Year.
Zhao Dong:????
Zhao Manyun, on the other hand, had been in a serious state of confusion since the morning. He looked at Zhao Cheng, who was sitting in a daze in the sun on a chair in the yard. He seemed to want to say something, but he still couldn't make up his mind.
When Zhao Dong finally woke up and came to the yard, what he saw was Zhao Cheng wandering in the sun, and Zhao Manyun who seemed to be basking in the sun, but was a little restless.
When she saw Zhao Dong, Zhao Manyun's eyes suddenly lit up and she had an idea. She directly pulled the confused Zhao Dong into the house and whispered for a while.
"Brother Cheng, are you already a swordsman?!"
Zhao Dong ran to Zhao Cheng in a daze and asked. He was wondering if he was not awake and was dreaming.
Why did my sister start to go crazy as soon as I woke up?
But due to my sister's long-term oppression, I had to come.
"no."
Zhao Cheng shook his head.
"Sister, Zhao Cheng said no."
Zhao Dong ran all the way to the house.
"Brother Cheng, how did you correct someone's sword path in the morning?"
Zhao Dong ran over and then ran back.
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"Sister, Zhao Cheng said that all you need to do is practice basic swordsmanship to a master level."
Zhao Dong said, and he was suddenly stunned after speaking.
"???"
"!"
"Grandmaster!"
"What the hell!"
Zhao Dong was startled and suddenly reacted.
He was still a little sleepy when he was forcibly pulled out of bed, but now he is not sleepy at all.