Practice starts with skill points

Evening.

Open space on the riverbank.

The bonfire was burning, making the originally cold weather warmer.

Gu Yourong and Xiao Shitou were grilling fish with great interest, while Yin Daoyan sat cross-legged on the side, watching the afterglow of the sunset.

In the open space not far away, Mei Weixuan was moving around, and the long sword in his hand was accompanied by the sound of sword ringing, emitting a sharp cold light.

"This is the sword technique that my children of the Mei family lay the foundation for in their childhood. Look carefully, this is the stabbing sword."

As he spoke, Mei Weixuan held the sword in his right hand, bent his elbow and raised it to his waist, and then stabbed forward with the upright sword.

"According to the different directions of the stabbing sword, it is divided into upper stabbing sword, flat stabbing sword, lower stabbing sword, back stabbing sword, reverse stabbing sword and probing stabbing sword. The stabbing sword requires the arm and the sword to be in a straight line, and the force reaches the tip of the sword."

Zhong Lin stood quietly in place, watching the changes of Mei Weixuan's sword style with his eyes fixed.

Suddenly, Mei Weixuan's sword moves changed, and the whole person flew into the air, holding the sword in his right hand and raising it, and slashing from top to bottom to the front of his body, with his arm and sword in a straight line, at the same height as his shoulder, and the force reaching the blade.

"This is the sword slash."

Mei Weixuan did not use his own blood and qi, but only evolved the changes in the sword moves. Even so, the sharp sword edge still made Zhong Lin feel the sharp cold light, as if he only needed to take a step forward to fall into endless killing.

In just a quarter of an hour, Mei Weixuan demonstrated to Zhong Lin the basic sword moves of drawing, carrying, lifting, blocking, hitting, stabbing, tapping, collapsing, stirring, pressing, slashing, intercepting, and washing.

"How?"

Mei Weixuan put the sword behind his back, and the breeze blew his clothes, giving him a feeling of being a sword immortal.

"Pa pa pa!"

Zhong Lin did not hesitate to applaud. Although he had not learned swordsmanship, he could see that Mei Weixuan's basic swordsmanship moves were well-honed.

I can only say that he is worthy of being a child of aristocratic family.

Disciples of aristocratic families have received this elite education since childhood. Although there are all kinds of birds in the forest, and there will be some scums, there are more outstanding talents, such as Mei Weixuan.

"Brother Mei, are you sure you can teach me?"

Zhong Lin asked again.

"It's just some basic swordsmanship, which is used by children of five or six years old in the clan to lay the foundation. Many aristocratic families have taught it, so it's okay." Mei Weixuan said casually.

"Then... thank you very much."

Since Mei Weixuan didn't care, Zhong Lin didn't hesitate.

The long sword was unsheathed, and under the guidance of Mei Weixuan, Zhong Lin began to learn one move at a time.

The first time he learned it was stumbling, and the second time he barely remembered all the sword moves.

Zhong Lin suddenly stood still, with the sword inserted in the ground, and opened the system panel.

"System."

Host: Zhong Lin

Spell: Chiyang Zhuanggong (full level)...

Skill: Basic Swordsmanship (elementary)...

Miscellaneous: Stereoscopic Painting (full level)...

Skill Points: ∞

(No more words.)

The corner of his mouth showed an arc, and with a thought, the elementary level behind the basic swordsmanship directly became the full level, and at the same time a huge amount of memory poured into his mind.

In his memory, Zhong Lin held a long sword every day and practiced the basic swordsmanship, regardless of wind or rain. After decades, he finally engraved the basic swordsmanship into his muscles, as if it had become an instinct.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at Zhong Lin who hadn't moved for a long time, Mei Weixuan looked puzzled.

Zhong Lin slowly opened his eyes and said with a smile: "I learned it."

Mei Weixuan raised his eyebrows and mocked,

"Oh! You are really an old woman in bed - it really made me laugh. I started practicing basic swordsmanship at the age of five, and it took me ten years to be allowed to learn other swordsmanship. You learned it just after learning it twice? Do you know that the word "learn" cannot be used casually?"

Zhong Lin was too lazy to explain. He grabbed the long sword stuck in the ground with his right hand and flew into the air.

Accompanied by bursts of sword light, the surrounding wilderness was full of the sound of Zhong Lin's sword.

The practice of sword moves was filled with a sense of perfection. Every move and every style had a sense of antelope hanging horns, as if Zhong Lin and the long sword in his hand were one and the same.

"This... this is impossible."

Mei Weixuan opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief.

"You...are you playing me? You must have practiced before, right?"

Zhong Lin threw the long sword in his hand behind him, and the sword drew a beautiful arc and fell perfectly into the scabbard.

"I am a genius."

Zhong Lin said bluntly.

"Genius, your uncle."

Mei Weixuan, who has always been gentle and elegant, cursed.

"No matter how talented you are, you are not as talented as this. Tell me, are you playing me?"

Zhong Lin spread his hands: "You don't understand the world of geniuses."

"I fucking..."

Ignoring Mei Weixuan's exasperation, Gu Yourong, who was beside the fire behind him, was also confused at this time.

Just now, when Zhong Lin was practicing basic sword moves, the state of man and sword integration also scared her. Her mentality at this time was exactly the same as Mei Weixuan's.

"Master Yin, this... this... Zhong Lin just... how is this possible? It must be fake, right? How can someone achieve such a level after only practicing once?"

The indifference on Yin Daoyan's face has disappeared, and his eyes are filled with excitement.

"Zhong Lin."

The shout startled the two people in the distance, and they hurried over.

"Master Yin, did you see that? This bastard is pretending to be me."

Mei Weixuan is still shouting loudly.

"Shut up, Zhong Lin, stretch out your hand so I can see."

"Yes."

Zhong Lin spread out his hands and stretched them out.

"My hands are rough. There are calluses on the tips of my thumb and index finger. These are calluses that come from frequent bow and arrow practice. There are slightly thin calluses on the base of my thumb. You have practiced swordsmanship. Zhong Lin, have you really never practiced swordsmanship?"

After carefully observing Zhong Lin's hands, Master Yin stared at him straight in the eyes.

"I dare not deceive Master Yin. This is indeed my first time to come into contact with swordsmanship. I have practiced instant kill before." Zhong Lin said.

"Instant kill?"

Swish!

Zhong Lin waved his right hand, and a dark sword shadow flashed across, and then disappeared.

"Impossible!"

Mei Weixuan scratched his head, his face full of disbelief.

"Are you really a genius? But a genius can't be this talented."

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one forum!

Zhong Lin glanced at Mei Weixuan, too lazy to continue to argue with him.

Yin Daoyan grabbed the air with his right hand, and the long sword in the distance was pulled out of the sheath by an invisible force and fell into his palm.

"Zhong Lin, look carefully, I will only practice it once."

After saying that, he did not give Zhong Lin a chance to speak, and moved around in the open space to practice swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship practiced by Yin Daoyan looked very complicated, but it was full of rigor, unpredictable, hard with soft, soft with hard, giving people a dazzling feeling.

After a moment, Yin Daoyan put away his sword and stood up, looking at Zhong Lin expectantly and said: "This is the Thousand Mist Swordsmanship, do you see it clearly?"

If it was before, Zhong Lin did not have that ability, but after the basic swordsmanship reached the maximum level, he had a state of unity between man and sword. This so-called Thousand Mist Swordsmanship seemed complicated, but there was a logic in it. Just observing it once made him remember the sword moves.

Although the fog was misty, it still surrounded the mountain.

Zhong Lin closed his eyes slightly and the system panel opened.

Host: Zhong Lin

Spell: Chiyang Zhuanggong (full level)...

Skill: Qianwu Sword Technique (elementary)...

Miscellaneous: Stereoscopic Painting (full level)...

Skill Points: ∞

"System, give me some points."

Accompanied by a stream of information, Yin Daoyan's Qianwu Sword Technique unveiled the mystery to Zhong Lin.

Zhong Lin grabbed the sword and started practicing on the spot.

At the beginning, he felt a little unfamiliar, but then he became more and more proficient, and even in the later stage, he felt more fluent than Yin Daoyan.

Mei Weixuan opened his mouth wide, and at this moment, he believed it even if he didn't believe it.

Zhong Lin couldn't have practiced this "Qianwu Sword Technique", so he was really a genius?

Gu Yourong's beautiful face was even more shocked, and he kept spitting out the word genius.

"Good, good, good."

Yin Daoyan laughed loudly, saying three good words in a row, and his face was full of excitement.

"Zhong Lin, are you willing to be my disciple?"

At this time, there is no need to observe again. If you don't take the enlightenment you learned after watching it once, you will miss it.

A good master is hard to find, and a good disciple is also hard to find!

Zhong Lin was also very happy. He fell to his knees with a plop, and he was kneeling down.

"Disciple Zhong Lin, I pay my respects to the master."

Little Stone on the side saw Zhong Lin kneeling and kowtowed, and ran away. He came over and knelt down with a plop.

"Disciple Little Stone, I pay my respects to the master."

"Haha, you little guy, okay, since you are kneeling, I will accept you as a registered disciple."

Yin Daoyan laughed and did not refuse.

Zhong Lin took a deep breath and kowtowed again, but this time it was more sincere than before.

"Thank you, master."

"Okay, everyone get up!"

Yin Daoyan's face was even more smiling. His own disciple cared so much about his younger brother. People with deep feelings and loyalty are more likable.

Gu Yourong bowed and congratulated: "Congratulations to Master Yin for accepting such a good disciple. The inheritance is promising and there will be successors."

Mei Weixuan said enviously: "Zhong Lin, I didn't expect you to really be able to worship Master Yin as your master. If this is spread out, I don't know how many people will be envious."

Zhong Lin slowly stood up and said modestly: "Master has a keen eye for talent, otherwise how could I, a hunter in the mountains, worship Master's disciples."

...

On the river beach, Zhong Lin and Yin Daoyan sat facing each other, while Mei Weixuan and others were driven away.

"Zhong Lin."

"Disciple is here."

"Since you have become my disciple, I must explain to you clearly that I am the elder of Jian Ding Sect. As for Baicaotang, it is just a branch of my sect."

"Jian Ding Sect is the supreme sect with tens of thousands of disciples and countless masters. Even the emperor of the Great Chen Kingdom has to show respect to the sect master."

Zhong Lin took a breath. Although he guessed that Jian Ding Sect might be very strong, he did not expect it to be so strong that even the king of a country would have to bow down.

"Forget it, it's too early to tell you this. When you follow me back to the sect and formally become my disciple, you will know how powerful my sect is."

"Now I will teach you the sect's "Tianyuan Baozhuang" and "Wuqinxi". "Tianyuan Baozhuang" is the practice of the sect's core disciples. 'Those who enter the spirit should step on Tianyuan, push Yin and Yang, explore the mystery, and enter the subtle.' I hope you can surpass the spirit in the future."

"As for "Wuqinxi", it was obtained by my master from a relic. It seems to be just a health-preserving exercise for longevity, but diligent practice can strengthen the body and nourish the mind. My master's aptitude is mediocre, and this exercise has contributed to his current achievements."