Chapter 197： Skill improvement (1/2)
When practicing dagger fighting in the Black Panther Fitness Club in the real world, the coach once told Song Jian that no matter what fighting technique, whether or not there is a weapon, from the beginning of contact, they must receive formal teaching and not practice on their own.
Once the bad movements form a habit, it is too difficult to correct them. Once the bad movements form a habit, practice them day by day, not only will not improve strength, but will damage the body;
It ’s like Song Jian. The style of swordsmanship he summed up in a half-day battle is actually full of mistakes and he understands it, but his purpose is not to practice swordplay, but to attract Duan Jian ’s attention. , After all, they are in the same building;
After practicing for more than an hour, Song Jian felt that his entire right arm was numb, his shoulder joint was sore and sore, and his body was sweating, so he almost gave up, but finally at the last moment, listen At the sound of Duan Jian;
”Teacher!” Song Jian turned around, tired, and made a salute towards Duan Jian.
”Swordsmanship isn't practiced like this!” Duan Jian shook his head and lifted his right hand. The silver metal ball that had been around him suddenly unfolded, turned into a long sword, and flew into Duan Jian's right palm ;
The short sword holding the long sword exuded a strong momentum, which made Song Jian unable to resist taking a few steps backwards and hitting his back against the wall;
Even the roar of monsters that were constantly ringing around came to an abrupt end, and the whole world seemed to fall into silence;
”The sword is an extension of the arm, not just a dead thing!”
”Don't use your hand to control your sword, but use your will, your spirit, your soul ...”
”Your arm can only control the square inch of land around your body, but your forehead, your spirit, can fill the space between heaven and earth, with the sword of God, the point of your heart, and the sword ...”
As Duan Jian walked, he talked about his concept of the sword. Song Jian heard something peculiar and felt as if he understood it, but after thinking about it, he didn't understand anything;
It is as if post-doctoral mentors in universities give lectures to freshmen. They pass on freshmen not only their freshman professional knowledge, but also an idea, a direction, and a guiding way;
Maybe a lot of people didn't understand it at that time, but as long as you keep going down, you may suddenly be open to a certain stage. At that time, when you think back to the class taught by the tutors, you will understand the other party ’s true intention;
The same is true of Duan Jian now. He didn't tell Song Jian how to hold the sword and how to make a sword. He didn't tell Song Jian about any sword skills, but he was telling Song Jian an idea.
After listening for a long time, Song Jian seemed to understand, and looked at Duan Jian with a grim expression;
Duan Jian talked for a long time, his mouth was dry, and when he saw the expression on Song Jian's face, he couldn't breathe in one place, and snorted, ”The dead wood cannot be carved!”
As soon as he waved his sleeves and was about to leave, Song Jian fell to the ground, holding Duan Jian's thigh. ”Master, Master, you can't leave. How about teaching me one or two strokes? Otherwise, how could I fight?” Passed a fifteenth-level elite boss, otherwise, you really have the heart to watch me practice indiscriminately, have your arms been discarded? ”
Song Jian dried up, squeezing his eyelids hard, trying to squeeze a few tears, but he couldn't squeeze them out. In the end, he had no choice but to get some saliva and apply it to the corners of his eyes;
”Okay, okay, don't pretend, you really are ...” Duan Jian was helpless, hesitating for a moment, and suddenly asked, ”Do you know a fat man named Xu?”
Song Jian froze and shook his head;