The morning breeze blows gently with a hint of coolness, and the sun's rays are soft and comfortable, making people's whole body golden.
On the school field of Liu Qi's mansion, Liu Qi only wore a bunt today and looked quite capable. But now Liu Qi looked in a mess. The white bunt was soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his body, which was extremely uncomfortable.
Liu Qi didn't know how many laps he ran. He only ran in circles along the edge of the school field. Sweat flowed into his eyes. Liu Qi numbly raised his hands to wipe them, but then they were covered with sweat again. He breathed rapidly.
, making his nasal cavity a little hot. His legs were like lead, and every time he lifted them up, it took all his strength.
I don't know whether the vision in my eyes is blurred due to sweat or the result of fatigue. I can only distinguish the direction based on the refraction of sweat droplets. There is no place in my body that is not painful and tired.
Liu Qi is like a tireless machine, running slowly but never stopping.
After not knowing how many laps and how long he ran, Liu Qi finally slowed down and started walking slowly, swaying. He looked like he might fall down at any time.
Ma Zhong was watching Liu Qi on the side. He had been following Liu Qi since Liu Qi woke up in the morning. Liu Qi said hello to him and rushed into the school ground, circling around the school ground, doing various strange movements while running. Sometimes he kicked his legs,
Sometimes I punch, sometimes I use my elbow.
Although Ma Zhong didn't understand why his lord did what he did, he knew that these movements must be very laborious. He admired Liu Qi even more. This perseverance alone was not something ordinary people could have. Even some martial arts practitioners could not persist for such a long time.
A man should be cruel to himself. He thought he was cruel enough to himself, but he didn't expect that there was someone more cruel than him. And this person was still his master, Liu Qi, who had been pampered and well-fed since childhood.
This alone makes the lord worth following.
Seeing Liu Qi stop, Ma Zhong stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help, but was interrupted by Liu Qi's hand. Ma Zhong had to follow him, because he was afraid that Liu Qi would not be able to hold on and fall.
Liu Qi moved slowly and took a deep breath. After his breathing stabilized, Liu Qi did a little cleaning under Qing'er Wan'er's service.
Liu Qi's embarrassed behavior frightened the two little girls. They thought something had happened to Liu Qi. Fortunately, Liu Qi explained in time and calmed down.
"Master, please pay attention to your health, as you are most likely to catch wind and cold." Wan'er reminded Liu Qi while putting on a new bunt, her voice soft, ethereal and very pleasant.
"That's right, I was shocked just now." Qing'er pouted on the side, like a little daughter-in-law who had been wronged.
Liu Qi grimaced on the side, his body was too weak, and he suffered greatly from it. If he died in the future without paying attention, he would be wronged. The first two assassinations were a lesson to the past, and he did not dare to be careless.
Yesterday, I heard Ma Zhong say that he has not even reached the bone tempering stage in the martial arts realm, which makes him feel extremely insecure. Although he has a guard, he has no habit of trusting others with his life, so he has to work hard to exercise.
It seems that we have to continue tomorrow. I thought in my heart but said: "I will pay attention to it."
After finishing his meal, Liu Qi came to the school grounds again and looked at the circular archery target in the distance. He took a bow and arrow from one side and shot an arrow at the target. Unexpectedly, he landed on the ground before he reached the target. He was a little unwilling to do so.
Liu Qi shot another arrow, but it was still the same. This aroused Liu Qi's competitive spirit. He shot one arrow after another, but he still missed the arrow after finishing all the arrows in the arrow pot.
Liu Qi, who was a little annoyed, happened to see Ma Zhong suppressing a smile and secretly cursed himself for being stupid. There was an archery master next to him, but he didn't know how to ask for advice. Then he pulled Ma Zhong to ask for archery advice.
Ma Zhong's archery skills are beyond words. Just from the fact that he was able to shoot and wound Huang Zhong, the master of archery, we know how terrifying his archery skills are.
Ma Zhong did not hide his secrets from Liu Qi, and gave his own experience to Liu Qi, "To shoot an arrow, you must first have arm strength. The bow is divided into nine stones, and one stone weighs one hundred kilograms. The bow my lord is holding is a three-stone bow, which costs three hundred kilograms."
Only with arm strength can the bow be stretched. My lord, you can try a one-stone bow, and then change the bow when you become proficient."
Liu Qi took a closer look and saw three scratches in the middle of the bow, presumably marking the number of stones on the bow.
"Oh, I wonder how many stone bows Zhengping can pull now?" Liu Qi was very curious about how many stone bows this archery prodigy can pull.
"My subordinates can only pull the seven-stone bow now. Although the eight-stone bow can be pulled, it does not have the strength to master the accuracy." Ma Zhong said with some pride. He has learned martial arts from his master since he was a child, and he also learned bows and arrows. He has learned the talent of archery.
Higher than swordsmanship. His master once said that if he didn't make a breakthrough in swordsmanship before the age of thirty, he would specialize in archery.
"Eight stones is equivalent to eight hundred kilograms. I didn't expect Ma Zhong's arm strength to be so strong." Liu Qi was a little shocked, and then asked someone to bring a stone bow and try it out.
When the arrow was in Liu Qi's hand, he was aiming at the target, but as soon as the arrow left, it tilted to one side. Liu Qi helplessly glanced at the arrows flying everywhere and looked at Ma Zhong.
Ma Zhong casually picked up the bow that Liu Qi had used just now and aimed an arrow at the target. The arrow flew away from the bow and hit the center of the target. Because of the excessive force, the tail end of the arrow was still shaking and making a buzzing sound.
"The skill of archery is based on arm strength. 'A nine hundred kilograms of arm strength and an eight hundred kilograms of bow'. Only in this way can we control the bow well." Ma Zhong explained on the side.
Liu Qi understood what Ma Zhong meant. He no longer practiced archery. Arm strength cannot be improved overnight. He had to train his body first.
Liu Qi stayed at the school grounds for the next few days. He got up for a run in the morning, did push-ups at noon, and learned some self-defense boxing and kicking skills from Ma Zhong. In the afternoon, he practiced swordsmanship. The day was filled with schedules from him, with almost no time for rest.
Because he knows that it will become more and more dangerous in the future. He may go to the battlefield in the future. He may die at any time while rushing on the battlefield. If he adds a little bit of chips to himself now, the possibility of surviving in the future will be greater.
Uncle Zhang would show up on time at the school when Liu Qi was practicing martial arts. He would just watch quietly from the side and not disturb Liu Qi. But today, Uncle Zhang was a little strange. Ma Zhong would go out for a while these days, and Uncle Zhang was in Ma Zhong.
Zhong usually leaves after he leaves, but today he did not leave.
Liu Qi naturally noticed the strange behavior of Uncle Zhang, but he knew that Uncle Zhang would not harm him, so he ignored it and continued to practice swordsmanship. He said that swordsmanship was just some ordinary basic movements such as chopping and picking. Liu Qi did not care because of this.
These are basic movements, so just ignore them, but practice them very seriously. It’s not that there is no progress after a few days of practice, at least it’s much better than at the beginning.
There was a sound of whirring wind every time he slashed, and the shadow of the sword flashed every time he struck.
"call"
After taking a deep breath, Liu Qi stopped practicing his sword and was about to wipe the sweat off his head when he found Uncle Zhang walking towards him.
Uncle Zhang first looked at Liu Qi, then took the sword from Liu Qi's hand and started dancing before Liu Qi could react.
Liu Qi knew about Uncle Zhang's secret. The day before yesterday, he casually shot down the flying arrows. Needless to say, he had a high level of martial arts. Now, Uncle Zhang's sword dancing was as good as he thought. Liu Qi would not miss it and kept a close eye on Uncle Zhang's every move.
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Perhaps because he was afraid that Liu Qi could not see clearly, Zhang Bo's movements were very slow, but Liu Qi did not doubt his power at all.
This does not seem to be a sword, but a riding crop that Uncle Zhang never leaves his hand every day. The long sword does not look awkward in Uncle Zhang's hand at all, as if Uncle Zhang should have held this sword in the first place.
Zhang Bo's movements were so slow that even Liu Qi, a person who didn't know much about swordsmanship, could clearly see every move he made. Every pause, every acceleration, every change flashed clearly in Liu Qi's eyes.
Zhang Bo's movements are not surprising. Liu Qi also practiced chopping, chopping, picking, and slicing, but they are completely different. These simple movements flowed smoothly in Zhang Bo's hands without any stagnation, and they looked like swords.
Wu, however, exuded a trace of murderous aura.
These movements were like the constantly changing clouds in the sky, and like the ebb and flow of the sea water on the shore, which made Liu Qi feel mesmerized.
I don't know when Zhang Bo's sword has started to swing for the second time. Different from the gentle and graceful swing of the first time, this time the sword speed is slightly faster, the murderous intent is revealed, and it is extremely fierce. Liu Qi's whole body is a little chilled by the sight. He can't figure it out.
How can the same archery technique produce two different artistic conceptions?
"Do you understand?" Uncle Zhang had sheathed his sword and asked Liu Qi at some point.
"Yes." Liu Qi nodded. He could already tell that Uncle Zhang was teaching him swordsmanship.
"You practice it once and try it." Uncle Zhang handed the sword to Liu Qi.
The same movements changed in Liu Qi's hands. Those seemingly simple movements, only when Liu Qi actually performed them did he realize how awkward they were.
Liu Qi practiced very slowly, ten times slower than Zhang Bo. He had to pause for every movement, and his gentle and elegant archery skills became extremely ugly in his hands.
Uncle Zhang did not blame Liu Qi. Instead, he had a smile in his eyes and gave Liu Qi serious guidance.
Half an hour passed quickly, and Liu Qi's jerky movements became much more proficient in his hands. However, the gentle, elegant and murderous artistic conception of Zhang Bo's swordsmanship was not reflected at all.
"Yes, yes, the young master is very talented. I thought it took me a whole morning to learn this set of swordsmanship, but I didn't expect that the young master learned it in half an hour." Zhang Bo said with a smile.
Liu Qi wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a wry smile: "That's learning, just memorizing the moves. It's far worse than Zhang Bo."
Zhang Bo shook his head and said: "This set of swordsmanship cannot be mastered overnight. It depends on personal understanding and perseverance. I have been watching you these past few days. Your perseverance is not something ordinary people can have. You will definitely be able to do it in the future."
I will develop a career so that I can be worthy of the old lady." After saying this, Uncle Zhang's face looked a little desolate and he sighed.
"Mother? Uncle Zhang, you know about mother, right? Tell me about it. I don't know what kind of person she is yet." Liu Qi looked at Uncle Zhang expectantly, hoping to learn about his mother from him.
In Liu Qi's memory, his mother had passed away since he was born, and he didn't know anything else about it. When he asked people around him, no one told him. He didn't expect Uncle Zhang to know.
"Your mother's matter is very complicated. It won't be good for you to know now. I will tell you at a suitable opportunity later." Zhang Bo hesitated for a while and said with a solemn expression.
Liu Qi looked at Uncle Zhang. His temples were gray, and his eyes were deep and full of sighs. It was as if he had seen the changes of the years and tasted all kinds of things in the world. Upon closer inspection, he was honest but free and easy, and proud but proud.