It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Mo Wuming listened to Xiao Liu, stretched his muscles and bones in the yard to warm up, and stared into the house, wondering why he went into the house?

"Come on, then."

With quick eyes and hands, he caught the wooden sword thrown by Jialiu, looked at it over and over again, "it's quite realistic.", weighed it, learned the sword holding posture in movies and TV dramas, and held a sword like a flower.

"Come on, learn how to hold a sword with me first." Jialiu interrupted Mo Wuming's enthusiasm, explaining while demonstrating, simply don't be too responsible.

"The basic movements of swordsmanship are generally divided into several categories: chopping, stabbing, lifting, and picking. There are different distinctions under each category of basic movements. There are upward oblique thorns, downward oblique thorns, etc., and there are subtle differences."

Jialiu pointed to Mo Wuming to hold the sword, "The way to hold the sword will be different between different major types of movements, and there will also be differences in strength, speed, body center of gravity, etc. between different sub-types of the same major type of movement. Pay attention to the technique and strength of the transition between different movements."

Leading Mo Wuming to make a straight thrusting movement, and then switched to other movements, "Just like this, you first understand and experience it, we will learn it one by one, and practice it hundreds of times."

Martial arts practice is really a boring thing, without romance and praise, he just repeats a straight thrust for half an hour, and he can't stand it anymore. Not only is it boring, but also it takes a lot of mental and physical energy to practice hard. He can feel it. His spirit can still persevere, but his arm is going to strike, it's so difficult!

Mo Wuming's movements became slower and slower, struggling to repeat, Xiao Liu said that he was new to him, so he kindly asked him to practice two hundred times today, hehe, how much has he practiced? ?

Something hit the face, raise your face to feel it, it's really raining, drop by drop is gradually forming a line, this is the trend of getting bigger and bigger, just about to get up, Xiao Liu pressed the scabbard on his chest shoulder.

"Drizzle, it's okay, continue to practice, martial arts must endure hardships and stand hard work, rain or shine..."

I'll fuck you, don't give me winter practice three nine summer practice three bureau, he doesn't believe in the ability of medical security here, where the fatality rate of cough and fever is not low, is he stupid to provoke his own physical condition , in case he is really sick..., bah, he is not sick.

Mo Wuming tried his best to fight for it: "The bigger it gets, the easier it is to get sick when it's overtired, and it's the easiest to get sick when it's hot and cold."

"People who practice martial arts are strong, it's not so easy, let's talk about this little drizzle..." The rain fell instantly, and small water bubbles splashed on the ground, and Jia Liu's words were drowned in the rain.

Mo Wuming hurriedly took advantage of the time when Xiao Liu raised his head to look up at the sky and slipped away. He said that the rain would get heavier and heavier, so if he didn't take advantage of the light rain to avoid it, he would have to get soaked before hiding!

He wiped his hair with a cotton cloth. Fortunately, he ran fast, and threw a piece of cotton cloth to Xiao Liu who followed, "Wipe it."

The two of them each wore a cotton towel, and looked at each other without saying a word. Mo Wuming saw that Xiao Liu was really thick-skinned, so he didn't want to look at him anymore, and instead looked at the rain curtain outside the door.

It was still early, Mo Wuming turned around and entered the back room, the sky was dark, he lit the oil lamp, and said to Fang Mian who was sitting cross-legged on the bed: "Practice yours, I'll do some horse gait."

Hearing this, Fang Mian closed his eyes and ignored him.

The room became quiet, and Mo Wuming was pacing in front of the window, watching the rapid rain outside, hitting the ground in strings, forming puddles of different depths, and the little bubbles were jumping around...

Why was he in a daze, pulling back his consciousness, Mo Wuming slightly adjusted his movements, closed his eyes and thought about the sword moves he learned today, how many times he has practiced? ?

"Straighten your back", I don't know how long it took, Leng Yue's voice sounded beside him, Mo Wuming was all over his body, subconsciously straightened his back, Fang looked at Fang Mian.

"Brother Fang."

Fang Mian nodded, "It's almost there, you should proceed step by step for the first time."

"That's right", he stood up in a good manner, exercising his muscles and bones, practicing martial arts is really not a human thing.

In such heavy rain, do you want to take a bath? I personally think that Brother Fang doesn't need to take a bath at all. He doesn't move his nest much when he sits cross-legged every day, wasting bath water.

"Brother Fang, just wash up today. I'm going to boil some water. It's time to wash up and go to bed." He took his foot back out of the door, "Did you read the script before? Do you want me to bring you some more tomorrow. "

Fang Mian stood in front of the window and said without turning his head, "Then bring some travel notes."

"Row."

Having maintained his energy for a whole day, now he took a bath to relieve his fatigue. Mo Wuming climbed into bed without even thinking about turning over, and muttered: "Brother Fang, good night!", and fell asleep on his back without stretching his neck. He even snored a little.

"Night? Ann?" Fang Mian turned his head to look at Mo Wuming, and stretched out his hand to straighten the other's head.

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Mo Wuming slept very deeply last night, and got up a little late this morning. The rain last night did not know when it stopped, leaving only the wet ground in the yard. He stretched his muscles and bones under the eaves a little, and then went to wash and make breakfast.

"Brother Fang, good morning, the wind is blowing today, the weather should be fine."

"Ah."

"Hurry up and wash up, let's have breakfast." After looking around, he still didn't see Xiao Liu, so he asked Fang Mian, "Where is Xiao Liu, why hasn't he appeared yet?"

After a slight pause in his footsteps, Fang Mian replied in the same tone as before: "It's okay, don't worry about him."

All right, don't inquire about what you shouldn't inquire about. It's a pity that today's breakfast is too much.

After eating, Mo Wuming suddenly thought, "How do you eat lunch, do you want Second Aunt Du to deliver it?"

"No, I'll be back then."

"Okay, I'm off to work."

Mo Wuming went to the storage room and took out a pair of rain boots to change into. It was getting late, so he stopped dawdling.

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After Mo Wuming left for a while, Jialiu came back.Fengyingtang will regularly share information at each branch point, and he went to the branch point of Minglan City last night after the rain stopped.

Fang Mian read the letterhead Jialiu brought and handed it back.

"In addition, as soon as A received the news, Hall Master Tong asked you to go back as soon as possible."

Fang Mian nodded, and it was time to go back, "Tell Brother Tong, I will meet soon, and there is no need to block the news from others in the church."

Jialiu clasped his fists and kowtowed: "Yes."

Fang Mian was thinking about the little-known Xiaoye faction of the Qingcheng faction, which is really lively recently.

From the corner of the eye, he saw that Jialiu was still there, and waved his hand, "Mo Wuming left breakfast for you, in the kitchen."

"Thank you, master." Jialiu returned to his smiling face, and happily went to the kitchen. He only bought two buns in the morning, and he was not full at all.

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These two days the inn was really lively, and the guys in the front and back halls gathered together from time to time to discuss the shopkeeper's big moves.

"Aren't you going to participate?" Second Brother Du seized the opportunity to chat with Mo Wuming, "Recently, my family is harmonious, my career is stable, and I am a good man with clear goals. Really have no idea?"

What would he think?He has no idea.Everyone is mostly joining in the fun, and in the end they can really persevere... Mo Wuming looked around, and there are four achievements that are not bad.

Second Brother Du yelled at Mo Wuming in dissatisfaction: "You're just too bored, I won't talk to you anymore, I'll go find Yanzi and the others."

The 'huh' was finally clean, and Mo Wuming came to the bookstore while taking a break.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any new travel notes?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper with a small beard walked to the side of the bookshelf and picked up a few books and handed them over: "Yes, yes, these are newly printed, and they are all works of masters."

"Well", Mo Wuming flipped through, a book of insights from Master Mingyuan's travels, a biography of a layman in Yuanshan, which recorded a lot of poems, scenery and topography, and food, um, and the exotic customs of Fanbang, All good.

"Is there anything else you want?"

"Take a copybook with basic strokes." Thinking of his actions when practicing sword moves, he should practice calligraphy from horizontal to vertical, so that he can really write good calligraphy.

After thinking about it, I went to the bookshelf to look, and picked out two more chivalrous story books.

Walking out of the bookstore, he weighed his purse distressedly. A few books cost him more than seven taels. This book is really expensive, worth two years of silver!

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