Chapter 275： Watch sword (1/2)
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”You know swordsmanship?” Chu Lidao said.
”I don't know swordsmanship, but I really want to learn.” Yang Baoshu busy.
Chu Li shook his head: ”It is not easy to practice swords. They all say that they practice swords for three years and ten years.”
”I don't think they have been used for ten years.”
”They didn't get home.”
”This way ...” Yang Baoshu said busyly: ”Mr., have you gotten home yet?”
”I--?” Chu Li smiled. ”It's a long way off.”
”I want to practice swords, can I do it?” Yang Baoshu said, ”It's not too late now?”
”Is it eighteen?” Chu Li motioned for him to sit down and talk: ”It's not too late to practice for ten years, twenty-eight.”
Yang Baoshu said busyly, ”Can you teach me?”
”My swordsmanship is unsuccessful, and I am fancy.” Chu Li shook his head.
Yang Baoshu glanced at the long sword on the table in disappointment.
It's okay even if you're playing it, it's better than you don't know anything.
It seems that people are unwilling to teach. I have to let my mother prepare some gifts tomorrow.
Chu Li picked up the tea and took a sip.
Yang Baoshu got up and left with interest, before leaving, he reluctantly glanced at the long sword on the table.
Returning the next evening, he brought back a piece of long wood, and then made a lot of trouble in the yard to cut a long sword, which was similar in shape and color to the dust lightsaber, but it was a good craft.
Chu Li is still practicing his sword in the setting sun, moving slowly, looking for that dim feeling.
Just capture this perfect fit. Dayuan Jingzhi can be imprinted on his mind at once, even if it is practiced, unfortunately this feeling is vague. Vague, as if covered by a thick fog. I can't touch it.
All the martial arts secretaries that he had seen in his mind were blending, struck toward this layer of dense fog, striving to clear away the dense fog.
He is not in a hurry, not two days in a day, three days in two days, and one day he will.
He was practicing his sword. Yang Baoshu took the ladder to the wall and looked at him with a smile.
Chu Li pretended not to see. Continue to practice your sword.
Yang Baoshu wielded the wooden sword, learning Chu Li's gesture, resembled.
He felt that practicing the slow swordsmanship with a wooden sword, and peeking a few glances, was not a taboo against the martial arts.
Unfortunately, he couldn't feel the power of this sword technique at all. Such a sword technique is really undead.
Chu Li closed her eyes, focused on the inside, and ignored the outside.
Until the twilight surged in, the lanterns came up. He stopped the sword.
Yang Baoshu watched him open his eyes and greeted his sword with a busy greeting: ”Sir, what do you think of my sword?”
Chu Li glanced at: ”Good sword!”
Yang Baoshu smiled with eyebrows: ”Sir. I tell you, my craft is a family tradition, and no one can compare us on West Wall Street!”
Chu Li nodded: ”Good workmanship.”
”Will you make another for Mr.?” Yang Baoshu said: ”The wooden sword is still easy to break.”
”Thank you, no need.” Chu left.
”Oh, then, okay, when my husband wants it later, tell me, I'll make it better for you!” Yang Baoshu replied disappointed.
”Ouch! Ah!”
He suddenly screamed and fell off the wall. ”Bang” to the ground.
”Mixed accounts, you have also learned to turn over the wall!” Yang Baoshu's mother, Zhou, yelled, ”Don't practice your boxing skills after dinner. Take a broken sword and make a crazy gesture!”
Yang Baoshu patted the mud on his body. Dissatisfied shouted, ”Mother, I'm practicing sword.”
”Your boxing skills haven't been practiced yet. What kind of sword do you run to?” Zhou said ruefully: ”You don't know how to chew too much, don't you understand this? Give me a good boxing practice, not 20 today. Never sleep! ”