dmims Chapter 8 Freak!
Chapter 8 Freak!
Is it just a little bit of talent?
Zhong Yuan raised an eyebrow.
How can one's innate sword lineage be described as merely a talent?
That woman is such a hypocrite!
but.
He didn't show the slightest bit of pride.
The woman beside her said calmly, "Throughout history, there have been many people with talent in swordsmanship."
"But very few of them actually managed to make a name for themselves in the martial arts world."
"Swordsmen throughout the land are as numerous as carp crossing a river!"
"Don't think you can be complacent just because you have a little talent."
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. In martial arts, relying solely on talent without putting in hard work will ultimately prevent one from going very far."
"Don't bite off more than you can chew!"
"Today, I'll teach you these twelve moves!"
"The Tang Poetry Swordplay consists of 108 moves!"
"I will teach you everything before I leave!"
"As for whether you can develop internal strength, it depends on whether you are willing to work hard."
Zhong Yuan raised an eyebrow, switched the sword to his left hand, and gestured with his right hand as he bowed to the woman.
"Thank you for passing on your skills, young lady!"
The woman remained calm and said indifferently, "No need to thank me, you deserve it."
"Moreover, this Tang Poetry Sword Technique is one of the most common sword techniques in the Central Plains."
"You can buy them by randomly finding some itinerant vendors in the market and spending some money."
Zhong Yuan was somewhat surprised to hear this, but he also felt it was reasonable, as he and this woman had only met by chance.
He was only taking her in for a few days; if she were to teach him any advanced sword techniques, that would be problematic.
"We've only met by chance, and it's already quite an honor that you'd teach me swordsmanship."
"Young lady, you deserve my greeting!"
Zhong Yuan was, after all, a scholar. He respected others even more than others.
The martial arts world is not just about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and social interactions.
It's not shameful to reciprocate gifts.
Upon seeing this, the woman nodded slightly, a hint of goodwill flashing through her mind.
Zhong Yuan looks much better now.
Since arriving in Song, most of the people she encountered in the martial arts world were cunning, treacherous, and full of lies.
Such a polite and frank person is someone I've never met before.
"No need for thanks."
"If there's anything you don't understand, you can come and ask me after 5 PM every day."
"Do not disturb me at other times!"
The woman's tone remained aloof, but it lacked the previous sense of keeping people at arm's length.
Zhong Yuan nodded slightly.
"My name is Zhong Yuan. May I ask your name, young lady?"
The woman was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Huo Tianjiao!"
The words fell.
Huo Tianjiao turned and left, returning to her room, whereupon the door was immediately closed.
"Huo Tianjiao?"
"The name is quite nice!"
Zhong Yuan looked at the tightly closed door and smiled faintly.
This woman is probably only a few years older than me.
It seems like they're not very good at interacting with people, somewhat like an avoidant personality.
Tang Poetry Swordplay!
Zhong Yuan held the White Rainbow Sword in his hand, and in his mind were the twelve sword techniques that Huo Tianjiao had taught him.
He remembers it perfectly.
Huo Tianjiao is right!
Having talent alone is not enough without hard work.
You still need to practice more.
There's still plenty of time before class starts.
The right thing to do is to make the most of the time and practice more!
immediately.
Zhong Yuan raised his sword and instantly entered a state of perfect harmony with his sword.
The man moved with the sword, shifting and shifting, rising and falling, leaving behind afterimages in the courtyard.
but.
After practicing this three times.
Zhong Yuan then discovered that various parts of his body were starting to ache.
but.
He discovered that there seemed to be a surge of heat rising from his lower abdomen.
That should be the location of the dantian!
The heat wasn't much.
However, as he began to wield his sword, the heat began to circulate within his body.
The soreness in my body gradually subsided.
Zhong Yuan was overjoyed.
This must be true qi!
A natural sword vein, indeed powerful!
Even using the most ordinary, commonplace items, one can cultivate true qi in a short time!
but.
When he practiced the twelve sword moves for the seventh time, he found that the heat generated in his dantian could not dispel the soreness in his body.
He immediately sheathed his sword and stopped.
He let out a long breath.
Feel the true energy in your lower abdomen, specifically in your dantian.
A flood of emotions welled up within me.
No wonder people in the martial arts world value opportunity!
This Huo Tianjiao is my destiny!
If Huo Tianjiao hadn't suddenly barged in, he probably would have had to wait several more days to find a sword technique that could cultivate true qi!
at the moment.
I can no longer practice swordsmanship.
If he continues to train like this, his muscles and bones will probably become stretched and misaligned.
Steam rose from his body, and sweat trickled down his back.
This feeling is really great.
However, Zhong Yuan decided to stop while he was ahead.
He knew that he had just started learning swordsmanship, and with his innate sword veins, he was already at a great advantage by being able to execute all twelve sword moves.
However, his body had not undergone systematic training; his flesh, bones, and tendons had not been tempered.
Although he has already cultivated true qi, he can use it to regulate his breathing, blood, flesh, and bones.
However, true energy is limited and cannot last long.
If you continue to train too hard, you will inevitably injure yourself.
You still need to rest first, and only after your body has recovered its energy can you continue practicing swordsmanship.
Looking at the sky again, it was getting late, and it was time to go to Fang Youchang's house for dinner.
He put away the White Rainbow Sword, placed it in front of the door, and called out to Huo Tianjiao inside the house.
"Miss Huo, I'm going to the ancestral hall to give my lesson now."
I'll bring you lunch when I get back this afternoon.
The words fell.
Receiving no response, he didn't linger, but went straight out of the hospital, closed the gate, and walked away.
Upon arriving at the Fang residence...
His stomach was already growling loudly.
This was the first time he had felt so hungry since he had transmigrated.
It seems that practicing swordsmanship is indeed very taxing.
Fortunately, he ate at Fang Youchang's house without any limit on the amount he could eat.
She entered the kitchen with practiced ease.
The cook had already prepared his meal as usual.
Today, he was starving and ate bowl after bowl of brown rice with pickles.
The way he ate left the cook, Aunt Liu, speechless.
Fortunately, Aunt Liu had steamed quite a lot of brown rice, as well as some leftover rice cakes from yesterday.
Zhong Yuan ate six large bowls of brown rice and five pieces of rice cake in a whirlwind, before feeling the hunger in his stomach gradually subside.
I drank two bowls of clear soup to moisten my throat.
Zhong Yuan said something to Aunt Liu, who was standing to the side, dumbfounded.
"Sister Liu, please make extra lunch. I've been starving these past few days."
Knowing that Zhong Yuan held a high position in the eyes of the master of the house, Fang Youchang, Aunt Liu immediately responded.
"Okay, then I'll make more at noon."
Zhong Yuan nodded slightly, and as usual, went to the backyard to collect the Fang family's three treasures before heading to the ancestral hall to study.
Time flies.
The rooster in the ancestral hall is very intelligent; it crows once in the morning and once in the evening.
The second quarter of Shen time.
The rooster crows on time.
Zhong Yuan didn't linger; he quickly packed up the lunch he had prepared for lunch and headed straight to his own courtyard.
Fang Shisan watched Zhong Yuan leave with the food, licked his lips, and muttered something under his breath.
"Master walked very quickly today."
"Is he afraid I'll steal his food?"
……
The Zhong Family Courtyard.
Zhong Yuan heated up the food he had brought back on the stove, and seeing that it was getting late, he went to knock on the door outside the main house.
"Miss Huo, it's time to eat."
Huo Tianjiao's voice rang out.
"it is good."
Not long after, Huo Tianjiao came out of the house, and her complexion looked better.
Zhongyuan asked her to eat in the east room next door.
Huo Tianjiao wasn't the type to be difficult or fussy; she could eat simple meals.
They chewed slowly and deliberately, without saying a word.
Zhong Yuan sat to the side, feeling the true energy in his dantian.
Unfortunately, he didn't know the incantation to mobilize his inner energy.
Although the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" technique can mobilize true energy.
However, his foundation was too shallow, and he dared not force himself to practice, for fear of developing problems and going astray.
but.
He discovered that when he closed his eyes to rest, he would continuously practice the twelve forms of Tang poetry swordplay in his mind.
As the twelve forms of Tang poetry swordplay were practiced in his mind...
The true energy within his body would also involuntarily circulate within him.
Gradually, his chest rose and fell rhythmically, and his mouth and nose moved in and out with a natural rhythm.
This scene was witnessed by Huo Tianjiao, who was slowly chewing her food to the side.
This startled Huo Tianjiao once again.
He couldn't help but secretly complain to himself.
What kind of freak is this kid?!
In less than a day, he actually managed to cultivate true qi using this most ordinary Tang poetry sword technique!
They can even learn breathing techniques on their own without a teacher!
This is beyond what the word "genius" can describe!
This is simply a freak!