Martial Arts Have Mastery

that night.

"Master Shen, this is?"

The village head of Dian Village looked at the carriage behind Shen Ling, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Shen Ling smiled: "It was agreed before that some young people should be trained to protect the village. I have brought the weapons here, and I will start teaching them how to use swords tomorrow."

"It turns out that Young Master Shen is serious..."

The village head of the tenant village looked at Shen Ling for a long time, then suddenly lowered his head: "I didn't expect that Young Master Shen would actually worry about the safety of us tenant farmers. The heart of a gentleman is too big, the old man is ashamed."

Shen Ling glanced at the village head, and said, "What's wrong with the tenant farmers? Tenants are also human beings. In the future, you will get enough food, sell it, save money to become wealthy people, and even own your own fields. This is not a very normal thing." Is it?"

The old village chief shook his head.

Although the idealized life is true, they are forced to sell their land and become tenant farmers, and their status in society is at the bottom.

No one is still dreaming of turning over in the future. For them, as long as they can live.

Simple two words.

To the end of life.

After a while of silence, the old village chief got up slowly, leaning on a cane: "I'll go and call them over."

"do not."

Shen Ling raised his hand to stop, "It's getting late today, let everyone sleep well, and it won't be too late to call them tomorrow morning."

"What about you?"

The old village chief looked at Shen Ling and asked suspiciously.

Shen Ling looked around and said softly, "If you don't mind, I'll just stay here."

"How can this work..."

The old village head looked at Shen Ling, "My house is so simple, how can I make Young Master Shen condescend to me."

"No problem."

Shen Ling shook his head and persuaded the old village chief.

He looked at the servants waiting at the side, and said: "Leave a few of you to guard the carriage, and the rest go back and report back. By the way, if my father asks, just say that I want to stay here for a while time."

"Master, this..."

The servant showed embarrassment, he couldn't explain this to the master.

Shen Ling said: "Don't talk nonsense, just do as I say. If you have any problems, come to me again."

"Yes."

Seeing Shen Ling's determination, the servant had no choice but to leave.

That night, Shen Ling slept in the old village head's house.

Hearing Shen Ling's gradually long breathing, a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the old village chief.

The bed in his house was very hard, and the young master of the Shen family was able to fall asleep, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Putting down his doubts, the old village head gradually closed his eyes.

After one night.

At around 5:30, the old village head ordered people to notify all the young and strong in the village, and they gathered in the open space in the middle of the village after eating.

Before six o'clock, more than a hundred young adults came here.

At this moment, Shen Ling was still drinking porridge.

The old village head looked at Shen Ling, and said slowly: "Master Shen, everyone has already been called."

"Ah, so early..."

Shen Ling put down the porridge and yawned.

He didn't know that normal sharecroppers got up at four or five o'clock.

After moving his body a bit, he and the old village chief walked towards the air in the middle of the village.

Looking at the young men in front of him, the old village head coughed: "Who is this, I don't need to introduce. The last time the bandits came over, it was Young Master Shen who saved us."

A group of young adults looked at the old village head, not knowing why they were called here at this time.

The old village chief hesitated, looked at Shen Ling and said, "You or me?"

"It's all right, you come."

Shen Ling nodded.

The old village chief coughed: "Since the village has been frequently harassed by bandits and bandits recently,

Young master Shen decided to teach you how to practice knives personally, so that everyone has a certain ability to protect themselves. "

A group of young adults were even more puzzled: "Master Shen taught us how to practice swords?"

Shen Ling looked at the faces of a group of young and strong people in front of him, and said slowly: "You can't trust me?"

"Don't dare."

A group of young adults shook their heads quickly.

They still pointed at the Shen family's fields to eat, how dare they offend the young master of the Shen family.

Although they knew that Shen Ling had killed some bandits, there were not many witnesses.

Seeing this, Shen Ling pulled out his long knife, and suddenly slashed towards the sky.

With the intention of breaking the mountain, strike with all your strength!

A huge and dazzling sword light shot straight into the sky. This time, the sword light flew more than 20 meters before disappearing into the sky.

The sword light disappeared, but the young and strong tenant farmers who had been staring at Shen Ling all looked shocked, and some even trembled slightly.

So strong! !

After showing his strength, Shen Ling didn't talk too much nonsense.

"Send the knife."

The servants of the Shen family immediately opened the box of the carriage, and handed out the simple knives to the tenant farmer Qing Zhuang.

Among these people, there is even a fifteen-year-old child...

Shen Ling was taken aback for a moment.

Then, he suddenly thought that in this life, he was only seventeen years old.

Fifteen years old is considered an adult in this era.

Patting the young man on the shoulder, Shen Ling walked up to the crowd and said slowly: "From today onwards, you will be the backbone to defend the village and your homeland. And I will teach you how to use the knife in your hand."

After speaking, Shen Ling looked at the open space in the village.

Although this place is not small, it is also a place where tenant farmers gather in their free time, but it seems a bit difficult to line up a hundred people.

After thinking about it, Shen Ling looked at the old village chief next to him, and asked, "Is there a bigger place around here?"

The old village head shook his head.

Outside the village, apart from roads and land, or woods, there is no open space.

Shen Ling thought for a while, and looked at the young and strong tenant farmers: "There is no suitable venue around, so everyone will be wronged. Twenty people come to practice in one round, and the others will watch first."

The young and strong tenant farmers had no objection to Shen Ling's proposal.

After the first twenty people stood at a distance of five meters, Shen Ling, who was at the front of the open space, took a deep breath.

"Looking good!"

Shen Ling's voice was slightly muffled, and then he swept across.

After swinging the saber, Shen Ling explained: "This is the first form of the mountain-opening knife technique, called the Fenshan style."

After speaking, Shen Ling put away the knife.

"start."

After Shen Ling gave the order, twenty young and strong tenant farmers began to wield their knives.

"The strength is wrong."

Shen Ling walked up to a person and patted the person on the shoulder, "You are too nervous, it might be better to relax a little."

"Yes."

The tenant farmer Qing Zhuang nodded.

Afterwards, Shen Ling saw that everyone was able to wield the Pu Dao decently, and then taught them the second form of the mountain saber technique.

"This second form is called Zhenshan Form."

After Shen Ling demonstrated this saber, he deliberately explained, "Zhenshan Style, as the name suggests, the pursuit of this saber is neither speed nor killing, but to transmit the strength to the opponent's hand and make the opponent's mouth go numb."

Twenty young and strong immediately began to practice shaking mountains.

Compared with the simple first form, it took a lot of time for young adults to learn this second form.

"The third form, splitting the mountain form."

Shen Ling then taught the third pose.

This formula is simple and rude.

Do your best.

Chop down!