surnamed Wang

Chapter 163 Unexpected Moves

Wang Lingquan became interested in the young man's swordsmanship.

Just now he took a rough look at the things on the pillars. Although most of them are nonsense, there are also one or two tricks, which are quite in line with the rules.

So he said to the middle-aged man: "It's okay, I really want to learn from it."

The boy named Hong Mao became even more excited when he heard the word "Lingjiao", thinking that this is not a plot that only exists in martial arts novels?
He hurried to the side of his bed and carefully pulled out a stack of papers from under the bed.

When the middle-aged man saw the paper, his face couldn't help but become strange. This kid Hong Mao usually complains about being poor every day, and he can't wait to break a penny into half. He is willing to buy such useless things as pen, ink and paper for such a searcher. thing.

As soon as Hong Mao took out the paper, Liu Luming on the side couldn't help covering his nose, "Oh! I said, brother, why is your stuff so smelly? Could it be reused?"

He is not too hypocritical, but the smell of this paper is too strong.

The young man's face immediately turned red when he heard the words, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

The stack of papers in his hand really looked like toilet paper for wiping his butt, but if you look carefully, you can still see the difference.

Wang Gingquan took the patterned paper, gave Liu Luming a sideways glance, and said lightly:

"You Young Master Liu came from a wealthy family, so naturally you don't know, this is the smell of ink that has been left for a long time."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked carefully, and Hong Mao's eyes turned red when he saw this.

In fact, Wang Gangquan didn't say a word, this is the taste of the most inferior ink, the real good ink, even if it is left for a long time, it will not stink, and even has a faint fragrance, the so-called "ink fragrance" The word "is derived from this.

Liu Luming heard Wang Bingquan's half-sarcastic words, and said indifferently: "Brother Wang's words are wrong. I haven't read much since I was a child, so I don't understand it very well."

"..."

Wang Gangquan really didn't want to spend much time talking with this weak guy, so he looked down at the "Sword Manual" seriously.

Not to mention, this one is much more decent than those on the pillars. Although there are a lot of tricks and embroidered legs in it, at least they are all useful moves.

"Who gave this to you?"

Wang Gangquan looked up at the young man in front of him.

The young man was a little embarrassed and said:

"I figured it out by myself. Sometimes I went to the city to listen to books, and I wrote down which passages I thought were good, and then I drew them according to my own imagination when I came back."

Wang Bingquan was a little surprised when he heard the words, he had seen a lot of people practicing martial arts, but it was the first time he had seen him pondering the sword manual according to the storybook, and he really let him research it.

Seeing that the adult opposite him had a dull expression and remained motionless, Hong Mao thought he had said something wrong, so he said quickly:

"My lord, don't read it if you think it's not good. Anyway, I just drew it randomly."

Wang Gangquan regained his composure and said seriously: "You draw well, but there are still some areas that need to be perfected. Do you have a pen?"

Hearing the words, the discouraged young man regained his energy immediately. He carefully took out a slightly forked brush from his pocket, and then picked out a small piece of ink from under the bed. Without an inkstone, he directly found a broken bowl, Add some water to it and grind it. Because it is a coarse porcelain tea bowl, the ink is quickly ground out.

This operation of his made everyone look stupid. This posture is not hiding pen and ink, it is clearly hiding two gold bars, especially the old Wutou and the middle-aged man. They get along with this kid day and night without discovering him. the secret.

Wang Gangquan took the writing brush handed over by the young man dumbfounded, then spread the entire stack of paper on the only table in the room, leaned over and began to draw.

While drawing, he still did not forget to explain to the boy beside him:

"Look, for the first move, you need to be quick, precise and ruthless when you start the battle, without giving the enemy the slightest chance to react, so this move needs to be quick."

While speaking, Wang Gingquan directly cut off three redundant moves in the first move, leaving only two.

"These two moves seem to be just drawing the sword and stabbing, but as long as you practice hard and make coherent movements in an instant, you have already won half the battle."

After finishing speaking, Wang Gingquan did not forget to show it off. He stood still in front of the candlestick, his eyes fixed on the candle flame. Then, a cold light flashed, and the candle flame in front of him was extinguished by the sword point. The whole process was not clearly seen by everyone present.

Fortunately, the moonlight was bright, and everyone could still see the white smoke rising from the candle wick, otherwise, they would definitely doubt whether everything just now was an illusion.

"Brother Lu Ming, please light the candle again."

Wang Gangquan still opened his mouth lightly, while Liu Luming on the side complied. It was the first time he saw Wang Gangquan make a move, so how could he not seize the opportunity and have a good time.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Gangquan stood in front of the table again and uncovered the second piece of paper.

"This style focuses too much on attack and neglects defense."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the pen again to modify the movements of the characters in the painting, and Hong Mao who was beside him nodded his head.

At this time, in his opinion, the adult next to him is definitely a first-class martial arts master, and he is the protagonist in a martial arts novel, and he has been instructed by an expert.

This time, Wang Gingquan did not demonstrate, but made Liu Luming, who was at the side, happy.

Then came the third, and then the fourth.

"In this pose, the strength is quite different. The hands have to be stretched forward a little bit, and the footsteps have to keep up."

"This move should take over from the previous one, sweeping all directions, deterring the enemy, and at the same time achieve the purpose of defense. Remember, it is most taboo to open and close when facing the enemy, but sometimes, it is appropriate to open and close. And it works wonders.”

At this time, several people in the room gathered around, I don't know if they could understand, but they seemed to have done enough anyway.

"The sixth form is too fancy, cut off two moves, the seventh form has insufficient stamina, and needs to be advanced, the eighth form..."

Wang Gangquan commented one pose after another in this way, until he saw the last pose, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes burst out with an unprecedented brilliance. This pose is completely different from the previous impression.

He asked in disbelief, "Did you also draw this style?"

Hearing the words, the young man looked carefully, first nodded, then shook his head.

This action of his made the old Wutou on the side confused, "I said boy Hong, yes, yes, no, no, why are you nodding and shaking your head?"

The boy scratched the back of his head and said embarrassedly: "I did draw this page, but I didn't listen to the calligraphy and painting by myself, but drew it according to an old man's description."

"What old man?" Old Wutou was even more confused. Isn't he the only old man in the whole ditch station?
"Before you weren't there, an old man passed by begging for a drink, so I took him into the house. He happened to see the sword manual I drew on the pillar, and then asked me if I wanted to learn swordsmanship."

"What did you say?" This time not only the old Wutou, but even Wang Qingquan became curious.

Hong Mao blinked and continued: "I didn't think he was so powerful at the time, but I nodded and agreed. Then he started to describe to me, and I started to draw on paper, and finally there was this page. Alright, is this page great?"

Hearing the words, Wang Gangquan showed a wry smile, and said, "It's not just amazing, it's the pinnacle."

Ordinary people may not be able to see it, but Wang Bingquan, who is a sword practicer, knows at a glance that this sword technique, even if there is only one move, is above the Jinghong Thirteen Styles.

If you really want to compare, the "grass mustard" style can barely touch the surface of this move.

(End of this chapter)