Jin Kaitai twisted his wrist, pulled out a sword flower, and said: "Zhanran, I will practice it twice more. You can see clearly... swordsmanship is related to life, and there is no room for mistakes!"
"Yes." Li Muchan nodded solemnly.
Jin Kaitai started to practice. His movements were slow, a little slower than before, like an old ox pulling a slow cart, as if the long sword was of great weight.
Li Muchan stretched out his hand and folded a wicker stick, imitating Jin Kaitai's movements, moving each move slowly, trying his best to do it perfectly.
But it is easy to remember, but difficult to implement.
Every move, eyes, fingers, wrists, shoulders, waist, hips, knees, legs, feet and other parts have their own requirements and are precise and subtle.
Even though his mind is clear and his thinking is agile, he is still in a state of confusion, focusing on one thing and not on the other, and looking awry and confused.
After struggling to imitate it twice, he suddenly understood that his cerebellum was not developed enough! In the words of later generations, he had insufficient motor cells.
He smiled bitterly to himself. Nothing in this world is perfect. Many geniuses with strong minds are useless at sports. As for himself, he is not a genius in terms of brains and is not a loser in sports. He is just mediocre.
From a young age, in addition to practicing meditation according to his master's teachings, he also practiced the twelve major exercises, flying knives, and piercing with iron rods. They were all simple movements, and he never discovered this weakness of his.
Jin Kaitai practiced it twice more. Li Muchan made some progress, but was still clumsy and did not make much progress.
Jin Kaitai stopped, turned to look at him and laughed.
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and said sheepishly: "Commander, I seem to be too stupid."
Jin Kaitai waved his hand and said with a smile: "I've seen people like you a lot. You have a smart mind and can remember moves at a glance, but your hands and feet are not that smart...it's nothing, just practice more."
He spoke in an understatement, as if there was no big problem.
Seeing Li Muchan's brows furrowed, he comforted with a smile: "In terms of intelligence, no one can compare with you, and your hands and feet are not too stupid. It's just that compared with your head, the contrast is too big and it makes you look stupid... Maybe you should think
Monks sit more and use their hands and feet less. If you practice more in the future, you will get better!"
Li Muchan nodded slowly.
There are pros and cons in everything. Most of the meditation practices are done through meditation. Although the Qi meridians are opened, the Tianyuan Breathing and Inhalation Technique is half as effective, but the hands and feet lack exercise and they cannot keep up with the sword practice.
He originally thought that he had reached the first Zen, his control over his body was far better than before, and his martial arts aptitude would be extremely outstanding, and he would be able to learn the moves easily, but now it seems that this is wishful thinking.
He sighed secretly. His foundation was too weak. Even after reaching the first level of Zen, his hands and feet were still not very sensitive. He had to practice hard to make up for it!
Jin Kaitai said with a smile: "You can't eat a fat man in one bite, come on, let's do it one move at a time and learn one move a day."
After that, he started to give step-by-step instructions, first demonstrating, then correcting, every movement, from head to toe, correcting one part after another.
Li Muchan has profound Zen skills and can look inside and see the flow of breath in the body, but he can see inside the body but not outside the body, which is useless for practicing swordsmanship.
Jin Kaitai corrected it once. When he did it again, he was able to correct it, but the next time, it changed back to the original state and needed to be corrected again.
Jin Kaitai looked burly and fierce, but he was very patient and took the trouble to correct him over and over again without showing any impatience.
All the male disciples in the Seventh Academy of the Mei Mansion were taught by him. They have all the qualifications and their temperament has been polished. Moreover, Li Mu has mastered the Tianyuan Breathing Technique through meditation.
An hour later, Jin Kaitai clapped his hands: "Okay, that's it for today! Zhanran, when you go back, let Nanshan and the others help correct it...Practice hard. If you practice well, you will learn the next move tomorrow. If you don't practice well, continue practicing. Now
It’s about laying the foundation, so it’s better to do it slowly rather than hastily.”
"Yes, I'm ready to take charge." Li Muchan tithes.
After practicing for more than an hour, he was still in high spirits and as calm as water. On the contrary, Jin Kaitai was sweating a little.
Jin Kaitai held the fish-scale sword and left in a hurry. Li Muchan held a bare willow branch and stood by the lake, looking at the lake from a distance, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.
This is just the Twelve Plum Blossom Swordsmanship, the simplest sword technique. The first move only has six movements. I practiced it for an hour and I just started to see its appearance.
If this continues, I don’t know how long it will take me to finish practicing the Twelve Plum Blossom Swords.
It seems that I am not suitable for gorgeous and exquisite swordsmanship, but I want to be simple and simple, using clumsiness to overcome skill. I have great strength and can be relied on.
However, the Twelve Plum Blossom Swords are the foundation and the simplest, so you have to practice them well. No matter what, you must practice them proficiently.
Carrying the willow branches, I slowly returned to Tianshu Courtyard, only to see three people practicing their swords, each occupying a space.
He Nanshan is under the big locust tree, Cheng Xiaofeng is on the east side of the verandah, and Yu Chiming is on the west side of the verandah.
He stood and watched. He Nanshan's swordsmanship was majestic and every sword move was full of force. Just by looking at it, he felt that his body turned into water and stirred with his sword.
He quickly turned his eyes and looked to the other side. Cheng Xiaofeng's swordsmanship was elegant, light and graceful. He felt relaxed and happy looking at it, like looking up at white clouds.
Looking at another place, Yu Chiming's swordsmanship is fierce and fierce, like a strong wind roaring and the earth shaking. He can't help but stand behind the wall to avoid it.
He secretly sighed, he didn't expect their swordsmanship to be so powerful, and he couldn't catch a single move against them. Although he could clearly see every move they made, he couldn't keep up with his hands and feet.
"Fifth Junior Brother!" He Nanshan slowly stopped his movements, held the sword formula with his left hand and slowly lowered it from the top of his head to his dantian, paused, and slowly released the sword formula.
Sheathing the sword with his right hand, he smiled at Li Muchan and said, "Have you learned the Twelve Plum Blossom Swords? Your sword is here."
With that said, he went into the east room in the north, took out a long sword, handed it to Li Muchan, and said with a smile: "Use it for now, you will have a special sword in two days."
Cheng Xiaofeng and Yu Chiming also stopped. Just as Li Muchan was about to take the sword, footsteps were heard and a middle-aged man hurried in.
He stood on the steps and coughed, covering his mouth with a cold expression. He glanced at the four people: "Who is Zhanran?"
Li Muchan turned around and saw that this man was short, only reaching his eyebrows, but he was as strong as a stone pillar. His skin was red, the joints of his hands were thick, and his eyes were constantly squinting.
Li Muchan tithes: "Little monk Zhanran."
When he calls himself a junior monk, his dharma name is Zhanran, and when he calls himself next, it is Li Muchan. The two titles correspond to the two self-titles, which is very familiar.
"Hmm." The short man strode up to Li Muchan, looked him up and down, landed on his arm, and scanned again and again.
"Master Cheng, I am sorry to welcome you from afar. Please serve tea inside!" He Nanshan hurriedly came forward to welcome you, with a smile on his face and great enthusiasm. He turned around and said: "Fifth Junior Brother, this is Master Cheng from the Sword Making Hall. I want to cast a sword for you."
Where’s the sword?”
"Meet Master Cheng." Li Muchan smiled.
Master Cheng waved his hand and said impatiently: "What kind of tea do you want to serve! I don't have the time!"
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Li Muchan's wrist.
Li Muchan was startled and subconsciously twisted his wrist to free his rough hand. This was the most common basic grappling technique in later generations.
"Hey, that's a lot of strength!" Master Cheng was startled. He looked at Li Muchan, but his cold expression softened and he nodded: "Little monk, how about coming to my sword-making hall?"
Li Muchan shook his head and smiled: "Thank you, Master, for your kindness. I'd better learn some tricks before we talk."
"Haha, okay, okay!" Master Cheng looked at him and suddenly burst into laughter.
When he smiled, the big locust tree behind him trembled, and the leaves fell one after another.
Li Muchan's expression remained as usual, with a slight smile, and the flow of breath in his body accelerated. However, the expressions of He Nanshan and the others changed slightly, and their bodies trembled along with the branches.
Master Cheng laughed and said: "No wonder! With this strength, you, young monk, are more than enough to enter Tianshu Academy!"
He continued: "Show me your hands."
Li Muchan stretched out his hand as instructed and spread it in front of Master Cheng.
Master Cheng took a look at it, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Looking at your hands, you are not the material for sword training! ... You'd better come to my sword-making hall!"
Li Muchan just smiled without saying a word.
Master Cheng sighed helplessly and waved his hand: "Come on, young people nowadays want to fight and kill, and they can't stand loneliness. Alas..."
Li Muchan smiled apologetically, but did not respond.
Master Cheng hummed: "Okay!... If you don't want to practice martial arts in the future, just come to me. Forging swords is a lot of fun, and it's a hundred times better than practicing swordsmanship to kill people!"
"Thank you, Master." Li Muchan tithes.
Master Cheng waved his hand and walked away, turning a blind eye to and ignoring the smiling faces of He Nanshan and the others.
"Fifth Junior Brother, it is not easy to be valued by Master Cheng!" He Nanshan said with a smile.
Cheng Xiaofeng said calmly: "Master Cheng has a weird temper, and he doesn't show any pretense even to the head of the family!"
He Nanshan smiled and said: "Fifth Junior Brother, this Master Cheng is not only superb in craftsmanship, but also has profound inner strength, which is rare in our Mei Family!"
Li Muchan smiled and nodded, but he was thinking that what Master Cheng just said was not sword practice material. He raised his hand and looked at it, and then looked at He Nanshan and the other three.
There is indeed a difference. Their hands are different, but they are all slender. My fingers are thick and short, which is greatly inferior in comparison.
"Three senior brothers, I just learned a sword technique. I hope these three senior brothers can give me some advice."
As he spoke, he took the sword from He Nanshan, unsheathed the sword, threw the scabbard away, and looked at the sword in his hand. The sword was bright and filled with a hint of chill.
This sword is good, but compared with the fish scale sword, it is much inferior. He raised the sword and made a plum blossom branch gesture, and said: "I really don't have any talent for practicing swords. I have made no progress after practicing for so long.
Please help three senior brothers."
After that, he performed it slowly. He finished the first six moves quickly and stopped to look at the three of them.
He Nanshan and the three looked at each other, He Nanshan smiled bitterly and said: "Fourth Junior Brother, come on."
Yu Chiming scratched his head, glared at He Nanshan and Cheng Xiaofeng, and hummed: "It's me again!...Okay! Fifth Junior Brother, your sword practice is wrong!"
As he spoke, he unsheathed his sword and practiced it slowly, which was also the first move of the Twelve Plum Blossom Swords.
With the same move, although he was chubby, his sword technique was elegant, light, soothing and generous, giving people a sense of beauty.
Li Muchan has a thin body, but when he performs this move, he is clumsy and weird, looking awkward.
After Yu Chiming finished the drill, Li Muchan followed him through the drill again, which was almost the same as before.
Yu Chiming shook his head and practiced it again. Li Muchan also practiced it again, but there was still no progress.
He Nanshan and Cheng Xiaofeng looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled bitterly. Yu Chiming scratched his head and looked at Li Muchan in embarrassment.
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and said: "I have been a monk since I was a child. I am more quiet and less active. I really have no talent for practicing martial arts."
Yu Chiming scratched his head and thought hard, trying to come up with a solution.
He Nanshan pondered for a while and said: "Fourth Junior Brother, you practice slowly, Fifth Junior Brother, you follow, I will remind you from the side."
"What a great idea!" Yu Chiming clapped his hands and started practicing hurriedly.
Li Muchan practiced behind him, while He Nanshan and Cheng Xiaofeng were correcting and reminding him to pay attention. Yu Chiming tried to be as slow as possible, and it really worked.
After practicing several times, Yu Chiming stopped and asked Li Muchan to practice by himself. As soon as he practiced, he immediately returned to his original shape and became clumsy and awkward again.
The three of He Nanshan looked at each other and smiled bitterly, shaking their heads.
Li Muchan also smiled, his expression calm and unfazed.
Seeing him like this, the three of them were embarrassed to laugh at him. Although they laughed in their hearts, the fifth junior brother must have amazing power to be able to enter the Tianshu Academy with his qualifications.
Tianshu Academy has always been composed of four people in the past few years. It is rare for new people to come in, and they are very welcoming. Besides, Li Muchan is really too clumsy, so they feel sympathy and feel closer to him.
Cheng Xiaofeng said: "Let's break down the moves and do them one by one."
"Good idea!" Yu Chiming nodded hurriedly.
Among the three, he was the most enthusiastic, loving the whole family, and his gratitude towards Master Faxing was completely transferred to Li Muchan, who took care of him like a younger brother.
He just did what he said. He made a move and asked Li Muchan to follow it. Li Muchan didn't say much and just followed it. He was very serious and focused.
He did a very good job, just like Yu Chiming. Then, Yu Chiming moved slowly, once for a moment, then again, and again, like a robot from later generations.
Li Muchan became much better at turning dynamic into static, and he did a good job. He Nanshan and Cheng Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief.
He Nanshan smiled and said: "It seems this method is good!"
Then, the three of them slowly taught Li Muchan, over and over again.
Li Muchan was extremely serious, concentrating on every movement, and practiced for another hour. At this time, his meditation skills showed up, and he was still energetic and not tired at all.
"Fifth Junior Brother is so energetic, I really admire him!" He Nanshan said with a smile.
Li Muchan glanced at the three of them, put away his sword and said with a smile: "Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Brother, just stop here today, I can train it myself."
"Well, let's stop here!" Yu Chiming nodded hurriedly, giving a thumbs up and shaking his head: "Fifth Junior Brother, smart people like you are really rare!"
Although Yu Chiming was very good to Li Muchan, he had a hot temper and corrected Li Muchan over and over again. In his opinion, Li Muchan couldn't do what he thought was a very simple move. Unknown anger could not help but rise up. Regardless of Master Fa Xing's
In my face, I have already cursed others.
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and shook his head, and continued practicing. He had to strike while the iron was hot, lest he forget it again as soon as he stopped.
Although he sighed secretly, he was not too distressed. It didn't matter if he was clumsy, as long as he practiced more. He came from a later generation and knew that the human body has memory and can make an action into a skill. There is only one secret: repetition.
If you practice an action ten thousand times, it will become instinctive. All he has to do is practice it well and then spend time practicing hard.
Just like in Buddhism, it takes tens of thousands of times to recite a mantra before you can see the merits. This principle is similar.
The three of He Nanshan sat on the verandah and took a rest while enjoying the lake breeze, while Li Muchan practiced under the locust tree, meticulous and focused.
He Nanshan looked at it and smiled slightly: "Looking at the seriousness of the fifth junior brother, even if he is a slow learner, he can still learn well."
"Yeah." Cheng Xiaofeng nodded lightly.
Yu Chiming snorted with a sullen face, as if he was angry with someone.
They left quickly and went out to eat. Li Muchan didn't move anywhere, so he asked them to bring it back and continue practicing.
I practiced from noon to evening, with two meditation breaks in between. After a quarter of an hour, I got out of my seat and became energetic again. I practiced with concentration. I was extremely focused every time.
It is difficult for ordinary people to be spiritual and concentrate for such a long time. He has profound meditation skills and does not have distracting thoughts. It is not difficult for him to keep a single thought.
He had just mastered the Tianyuan Breathing Technique, his Dantian Qi was full, his whole body was full of energy, and his spirit was not tired at all. However, at the end of the day and in the evening, he still felt that his body was sore and weak, as if it was going to fall into pieces.