The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

At first glance, he looks like a resourceful teacher.

The only thing that was not harmonious was the little toothpick in his mouth. After all, this kind of teacher should be well versed in etiquette and would not hold a toothpick in his mouth. However, seeing that he was young, everyone didn't think too much about it.

After all, a young gentleman, perhaps open-minded, not so stuffy as an old pedant.

The sight in the distance was pure white, and even the river was frozen. Many fishing boats were frozen on the river because of the heavy winter snow last night. Even the boats they were driving had to stop.

Chen Xuan exhaled lightly, and heard the sound of exhaling and opening on the deck. It seemed that someone was practicing martial arts.

Chen Xuan turned his head to look, showing a cynical smile.

I saw a [-]-year-old boy, holding a hatchet, sweating profusely, practicing back and forth on the deck.

I practiced the sword technique with one hand for three whole days.

When Chen Xuan came out to breathe every day, he could see this young man, and when he was in a good mood, he would joke with him.

But this young man seemed to be quite serious. Every time Chen Xuan made a joke, he couldn't hear the point, which made Chen Xuan quite depressed.

I remember that there were four or five people who were around his age with this boy, but they didn't seem to have a good relationship with him. In the past few days, this boy fought with them several times, and every time he got blue-faced swell.

This boy is indeed stubborn enough, even if he is beaten every time, he still never admits defeat.

After doing three difficult movements in a row, the boy was sweating profusely, and finally stood up with his knife away, letting out a long breath of steam.

"Mr. Chen, you are here."

The boy stepped forward to salute.

"Huang Xiaofeng, did you get beaten up again last night?"

Chen Xuan jokingly said, seeing the bruise and purple on the young man's face, and the movement he heard last night, it is not difficult to guess that the young man fought with someone again.

Huang Xiaofeng showed stubbornness on his immature face, and said: "They are too bullying, they always say that my sword skills are not good, and that I hinder them. I, Huang Xiaofeng, want to prove that I will never delay them. Back off, with my sword skills in my village, I can still stand out and be admitted to the Dajiang Martial Arts Academy!"

"Hehe, I have ambition."

Chen Xuan couldn't help giving a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "However, according to your training method, even if you practice for another year, I'm afraid it won't work."

"Mr. Chen, do you know how to use swords?"

Huang Xiaofeng immediately looked expectantly at Chen Xuan, his eyes were blazing.

He suddenly thought of some stories in story books on the street. A simple and honest young man met a world-class expert on his way, and he got to pass on the peerless magic skills!

Is this Mr. Chen an expert?

Huang Xiaofeng stared at Chen Xuan, full of anticipation, as if looking at a treasure.

Chen Xuan chuckled and said, "I don't understand!"

Huang Xiaofeng was shocked immediately, he let out a cry.

"I am a scholar, how can a scholar know how to use a knife, but I can write, how about I teach you how to write?"

Chen Xuan laughed.

"Writing?"

Huang Xiaofeng once again looked at Chen Xuan suspiciously, "Mr. Chen, don't make fun of me."

Chen Xuan chuckled, and said: "If you write the words well, even if you don't pass the entrance exam to the Dajiang Martial Arts School, you won't starve to death. You can go home and be a teacher, and you can honor your ancestors."

The young man shook his head again and again, and said, "No, I just want to be admitted to the Dajiang Martial Arts School."

"In fact, writing is also a skill. In my opinion, it is similar to knife skills. You need to write straight and straight. I have been watching your knife skills for three days, and I still feel that I can't write as neatly as I do. You do it. Why are you making so many moves?"

Chen Xuan said with a smile: "In my opinion, it's simple and straightforward. It's the best way to go straight. Just like when I usually write, I lift the pen holder and hit the center of the paper. I want to write whatever I want. It's done in one go without detours."

"All in one go? No detours?"

The boy murmured.

Is that okay?

Is this still a knife method?

"You can't beat your friends anyway, why don't you try?"

Chen Xuan smiled lightly and walked towards the bow of the ship.

He was right, he really didn't know the sword technique, but he knew Huashan sword technique, the so-called ten thousand ways lead to the same goal, one method can be mastered, and naturally all methods can be mastered.

Although he is not a master of swordsmanship, he can still talk in front of an ignorant young man.

This young man has practiced a sword technique full of flaws and more than a dozen complicated movements. As long as he eliminates all these movements, his power will naturally increase greatly.

But whether this young man can realize it or not depends on himself.

The current Chen Xuan is a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken, how can he teach people how to practice martial arts?

Huang Xiaofeng stared blankly at Chen Xuan's background.

Is Mr. Chen a master?

brush!

Suddenly, a blue light flew in front of his eyes.

Popularity +85

Chen Xuan's expression froze.

what's going on?

Is this also famous?Pay back so much?

Are you kidding me?

"A new round of blacklists has been posted!"

Suddenly, a yell came from the captain of the boat, waving a small letter in his hand, a white-headed bird flew up from him, made a fluttering sound, and flew towards the distance again.

These people who have crossed the river all the year round have their own contact pigeons to facilitate the transmission of information at any time. Among them, the people list and the black list are the two lists that people in the rivers and lakes pay the most attention to, so every time they post, there will be a special person to give them Let the pigeons go.

The gangsters who had been sitting around eating hot pot on the deck suddenly boiled over and gathered quickly.

"Post it up and see!"