Just after dawn, Wang Ye was awakened by a sharp sound.
The sound was extremely sharp and mixed with the sound of wind.
If you prick up your ears and listen carefully, it sounds like the sound of a sharp sword piercing the air.
Why is there a sharp sound of breaking wind early in the morning?
Could it be...
Thinking of this, Wang Ye got out of bed, put on his clothes, and hurriedly came to the backyard.
As soon as he entered the backyard, Wang Ye saw Si Jianming holding a Mingyu sword and practicing in the backyard.
The emerald-colored bright jade sword flew up and down in his hand, dancing with gorgeous sword flowers.
The sound of breaking wind was the sound of Si Jianming practicing his sword.
What the hell...
Seeing the scene in front of him, Wang Ye felt helpless for the first time.
This Si Jianming really didn't regard himself as an outsider. He actually started practicing swordsmanship in the backyard of the inn early in the morning!
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Thinking of this, Wang Ye spoke impatiently.
"Shopkeeper Wang?"
After hearing Wang Ye's words, Si Jianming stopped practicing his sword as expected: "What's the matter?"
As he spoke, his breathing was steady and without any disturbance.
Obviously, this was not a whim of his getting up to practice swordsmanship in the morning, but the result of years of consistent practice.
"Is there anything else?"
In response to Si Jianming's words, Wang Ye pointed to the gray sky: "What time is it now? Sword practice early in the morning!"
"The sound of the sword cutting through the wind is so disturbing that it won't let anyone sleep?"
"Shopkeeper Wang, practicing martial arts is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat."
Looking at Wang Ye, Si Jianming said: "You still need to sharpen yourself from time to time in order to continue to improve!"
As he spoke, Si Jianming was somewhat pious.
well!
In response to Si Jianming's words, Wang Ye sighed and shook his head.
The seedling is a good seedling.
It's a pity that he is as stubborn as Aji.
In fact, Si Jianming's mind is more rigid than Aji's...
"Did your sword master tell you this?"
Thinking of this, Wang Ye looked at Si Jianming and asked.
"Master didn't mention it, this is just my personal opinion."
At this time, Si Jianming shook his head: "I just realized that when I fought against Yun Ting yesterday, my sword moves were slow. It seemed like a slight difference, but there was a huge difference, so I want to practice more frequently to make my sword moves even more powerful.
"Strong"
As he spoke, Si Jianming's words were firm.
As soon as he said this, Wang Ye rolled his eyes.
This Si Jianming is really a fool.
That old sword master is really blind, accepting such a stupid disciple.
Flowing Light Sword Intent Flowing Light Sword Intent, as the name suggests, this martial art focuses on sword intent rather than sword moves.
As a result, instead of meditating and contemplating to hone his sword power, this kid practiced his sword moves here over and over again.
How did this brain reach the master level?
Thinking of this, Wang Ye changed the topic and said to Si Jianming: "Does your sword master often shake his head and sigh when he watches you practice swordsmanship?"
!!!
As soon as these words came out, Si Jianming froze: "How did Shopkeeper Wang know?"
"Every time Master sees me practicing swordplay in the morning, he shakes his head and sighs. When I come up to ask Master, he doesn't say anything. He just lets me realize it myself..."
As he spoke, Si Jianming was extremely confused.
He didn't understand why Wang Ye knew about this.
"Do you even need to know this?"
Hearing this, Wang Ye curled his lips and said disdainfully, "Did you know that your training went wrong?"
"Practice went wrong?"
Hearing this, Si Jianming's expression changed and he said, "No way!"
"I practice this set of swordsmanship every day. I have already mastered the swordsmanship by heart. I can't make mistakes."
"Why did Shopkeeper Wang say this?"
"how you said that?"
Seeing Si Jianming's post, Wang Ye sneered: "Let me ask you, if I ask you to kill a pig, do you kill it with a knife or hit it with your fists?"
"If you want to kill a pig, naturally kill it with a knife!"
Si Jianming replied very seriously: "Of course, you can beat the pig to death with your fists, but it's not nearly as fast as using a knife!"
"See, you understand this too"
After lazily yawning, Wang Ye picked his ears and said: "In my opinion, practicing martial arts is the same as killing pigs. Internal strength is like a knife, and moves are like fists."
"No matter how complicated and varied your moves are, it's just like punching a sow randomly. By the time you beat the pig to death, the day lily will be cold!"
"And internal strength is like a knife. The purer the internal strength, the sharper the knife. As long as your knife is sharp, no matter how boar, sow or wild boar, you will fall to the ground and die on the spot with one strike..."
Having said this, Wang Ye paused. He looked at Si Jianming in front of him and smiled slyly: "Now, do you know why your master shook his head and sighed?"
!!!
As soon as these words came out, Si Jianming was startled.
He looked at Wang Ye and said, "What do you mean, the shopkeeper, by practicing like this, I'm hitting a pig with my fists?"
"What if?"
Wang Ye rolled his eyes at Si Jianming and asked: "Even I, who don't know martial arts, know that swordsmanship is all about artistic conception and skill. The moves are just to teach you how to use the sword. If you don't have any moves, you will be powerful and swift.
The key to killing the enemy with one strike!"
"Let's not talk about it. Your master respects him as a sword master, but he just wields a sword and swings it around when he practices every day?"
"This is not..."
Si Jianming shook his head and said, "Master practices meditation every day. I have never seen him practice swordsmanship..."
"But every time Master uses his sword, his speed is much faster than mine..."
"Isn't this over?"
Hearing Si Jianming's words, Wang Ye rolled his eyes: "Your master teaches you by words and deeds every day, but you can't learn it. He swings a broken sword around every day. Who wouldn't shake his head or sigh after seeing this?"
"I heard what you said yesterday. What is the name of the martial arts you use? Flowing Light Sword Intent. As the name suggests, it emphasizes the intention rather than the moves."
"Who would have thought that instead of pondering the meaning of the sword, your boy would work hard on his moves..."
"This is your master. If he were my subordinate, I would have to beat you with a cane to make you cry for father and mother. Only then will I be able to teach you!"
"Instead of getting up early every morning to practice swordplay and making noise that disturbs people's dreams, it is better to sit quietly and practice internal skills and hone your artistic conception."
Cultivate your inner strength and hone your artistic conception...
After hearing Wang Ye's words, Si Jianming thought carefully in his heart and nodded involuntarily.
Swordsmanship emphasizes both skill and artistic conception. The deeper the skill, the sharper the sword intention, so that the sword can be as sharp as lightning and unstoppable.
Obsessed with sword moves, but fell into inferior positions...
"Thank you so much, Shopkeeper Wang. Jianming understands."
Thinking of this, Si Jianming said to Wang Ye.
"I understand, then go back to the guest room and rest."
Hearing this, Wang Ye waved his hand impatiently: "If I hear you practicing sword again, you will pay double the rent!"
As he spoke, Wang Ye shook his head and walked towards his room.
When passing by the door of Aji's room, I heard Aji snoring loudly in it. He was sleeping extremely soundly, and he was obviously not affected in any way.
"To live for a hundred years without heart or lungs..."
Hearing Aji's thunderous cry, Wang Ye shook his head: "I didn't even know I was chopped up at night that day..."