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Chapter 6 Swordsmanship
  Reading too many Buddhist classics will make people too obsessed with fate and cause and effect. Wang Ping is like this. Although he knows that some things are very elusive, he can't help but think about his own cause and effect every time he looks into the depths. In the end, he cannot help but take it. A few hexagrams were revealed on the divination of the wild rice cup.

Just like Wang Ping now, he couldn't help but make two divination for himself before he was halfway through a Buddhist classic. He was studying the hexagrams he threw out with a book of "Numerology", and Wang Kang picked up the food The box went into the yard.

Without Taoist Yucheng around, Wang Kang seemed much more relaxed than in the morning. He put down his food box and saw Wang Ping studying the divination, so he asked: "Brother, can you tell me a divination?"

"I just threw it around for fun."

Wang Ping shook his head and refused. He could only use himself as an experiment now, and he could not just give it to others. As he spoke, he picked up the rice cup, stood up and opened the lunch box. Compared with the food in Guanli a year ago, it was much better. As an improvement, in addition to the steamed buns, there is also an extra plate of fried tofu. You can see that there is an obvious layer of grease on the surface of the tofu.

"There's something good underneath the tofu!" Wang Kang said with a wink.

Wang Ping showed a curious expression, picked up a piece of tofu with his chopsticks, and then saw six slices of sausage neatly placed underneath.

"Let's eat together!"

"it is good!"

Wang Kang took out two steamed buns from his pocket.

After lunch, Wang Kang was not in a hurry to leave. He told Wang Ping some news that had recently reached the mountain. Among them, there were two things that made Wang Ping curious. The first was the martial arts assessment in the county, and the second was the military examination in the north. A major war occurred on the border half a year ago.

Wang Kang was not very interested in military examinations. He focused on the war on the border. One of the young generals named Liu Yue was mentioned repeatedly by him.

"...General Liu, alone, overwhelmed tens of thousands of northern barbarian cavalry and drove them back to the northern ice fields... Now General Liu has returned to Beijing, and has been granted the title of Ning Nanbo, as the right minister of the Ministry of War."

Wang Ping did not comment on this story. Unless Liu Yue also practiced the secret method, it would be impossible for him to defeat tens of thousands of Northern Cavalry by himself. But if he practiced the secret method, he would most likely not appear on an ordinary battlefield.

"I saw you learned a new sword skill some time ago, can you show it to me?" Wang Ping had no intention of delving into the truth of the story.

"Didn't master teach you swordsmanship?" In Wang Kang's superficial understanding, Wang Ping, as a direct disciple of Taoist Yucheng, should know everything.

"Other techniques I learned."

"Oh!"

Wang Kang's swordsmanship is called "Thousand Wood Sword", which is divided into two parts. The first part has eight moves, which looks like a showpiece, but can strengthen the body. The second part has five moves, and the first three moves are changing moves. The main function is to push away the enemy's hands and feet. The last two moves are killing moves, one is to dazzle the eyes, and the other is to stab the throat.

After Wang Ping practiced two sets of movements according to the pattern, a new light screen panel appeared in front of him:
  [Thousand Wood Sword Jue: The eight moves in the first part are the intention, and the five moves in the second part are the form. It is easy to practice the form, but difficult to practice the intention. Use the foundation of Changchun Gong to practice 10 times a day, and you can complete it in ten years. (Progress 0/100, today’s progress 0/10)]

[Note: Using the training methods of the later stage of Changchun Gong can greatly shorten the time to achieve perfection. 】

"What should I pay attention to when practicing this set of swordsmanship?" Wang Ping asked after reading the strategy on the panel. The strategy on the panel is the stupidest method.

"Senior Brother Mao said that you should focus on using your mind to drive away the form. I didn't understand what it meant. He also said that you shouldn't practice the next five moves forcefully, otherwise the evil spirit in your heart will be difficult to extinguish."

Wang Ping nodded while looking at the introduction of the strategy. The next five moves in this set of swordsmanship are all killing moves. Being too addicted to it can really lead to evil thoughts. Over time, you can't help but want to fight with others or fight with others.

After receiving the answer, Wang Ping gently moved his hand holding the branch. He still couldn't understand the meaning of the sword move, so he could only practice according to the strategy.

After practicing successfully ten times, Wang Kang had packed up his lunch box and left.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

During this half-month, Wang Ping studied Buddhist scriptures every morning in accordance with the requirements of his master, trying to find the great wisdom in them. In the afternoon, he used Changchun Gong to practice newly learned sword moves. Before practicing today, he felt something in his mind, so he took out a wild rice cup and did some fortune-telling.

It's indeed a good sign!

Today, the ten sword moves were practiced quickly. Wang Ping felt something in his heart the moment he finished the exercise. He lightly tapped his hand, and the branch in his hand immediately vibrated lightly. This was the most lethal "throat point" of Qianmu Sword Technique.

"Is this what is called using the mind to drive the form?"

Wang Ping murmured to himself, gently flipped his wrist, followed the power-generating skills of the previous eight seemingly useless sword moves, and used two more changes. After practicing, a feeling of pleasure rose from the bottom of his heart. .

"It really is!"

Wang Pingping looked happy and waved the branches in his hands happily. He stopped after a while, and the light screen panel in front of him changed to the Qianmu Sword Technique:
  [Qianmu Sword Technique: Now that you understand the mystery of this sword technique, don’t be disturbed by the bad energy in your heart. Practice it ten times a day according to your method, and it will be perfect in two years. (Progress 65/100, today’s progress 10/10)]

Wang Ping read the new panel carefully several times and understood that the key this time was to control the evil spirit in his heart. This evil spirit is indeed easy to create. After the enjoyable practice just now, even his mind was filled with thoughts of fighting with others. .

So, he returned to the house to meditate, and within a moment he calmed his restless heart.

At this moment, he finally understood why people in his previous life always said that the most important step in martial arts training was to subdue the dragon. The 'dragon' here might refer to the evil thoughts in his heart.

If you cannot control your evil thoughts, the final result will be to harm others and yourself. Therefore, martial arts is divided into fighting methods and training methods. Practicing methods can not only strengthen the body, but also exercise patience.

After figuring this out, Wang Ping continued to meditate in his room until Wang Kang brought dinner in the afternoon. During the meal, he asked Wang Kang to bring a message to his second senior brother, saying that he wanted a sword.

The feeling of having evil thoughts is actually quite good, and the process of suppressing them is even better!
  "If you use a real sword, evil thoughts will be born faster, right?" Wang Ping couldn't help but think of the rapeseed flower that he was dazzled by when he was a child in his previous life.

the next day.

When Wang Kang came to deliver breakfast, he gave Wang Ping a very ordinary iron sword. The style was similar to that of ordinary Jianghu people, but the sword was engraved with the word "Qian Mu".

Another half month has passed by in a hurry.

One afternoon, Wang Ping had just finished practicing Qian Mu's two sets of sword moves and was meditating in his house. A familiar sound of footsteps in the yard reached his ears. He quickly got up and pushed the door open.

Sure enough, in the courtyard was a Taoist priest dressed in coarse cloth.

"Master!"

Wang Ping bowed and saluted.

"This trip was not in vain, the things I have found for you are coming." Taoist Yucheng turned his right hand, and a wooden box appeared in his hand, and then said: "I will tell you the details tomorrow morning when I practice."

After that, he put away the wooden box and quickly returned to his room to meditate and recover.

Wang Ping could clearly feel his master's fatigue. He suppressed his curiosity and bowed in the direction of his master's house.

During dinner, Wang Kang knew that Taoist Yucheng had returned, so he became cautious again when entering the courtyard.

After dinner, Wang Ping returned to his room to meditate in order to make time pass faster and satisfy his almost uncontrollable curiosity.

(End of this chapter)