But Zhang Xuanqing and Liu Jiannan stood there. At this time, Liu Jiannan's injuries had already recovered. He pulled out a long sword from the weapon stand behind him and attached one hand to his back: "Master Zhang, I will use it, you can use it one by one."

He was very full of words, but Zhang Xuanqing had no temper at all. He nodded honestly, turned around and pulled out a knife that was exactly the same as the other party from the shelf behind him, and said, "Then I will start with it too...!" Before he finished speaking, the person had already rushed out.

But he saw that his speed was more than a little faster than before. He pointed his toes and the man had already flew up, and the sword light locked directly in front of Liu Jiannan's chest. There was a lot of tricks in his actions.

Liu Jiannan was slow and held his sword to resist. The two of them fought back and forth for nearly twenty moves. Suddenly, Zhang Xuanqing leaked a flaw, and was seen by Liu Jiannan. The long sword hit his wrist, and then the sword light turned and reached Zhang Xuanqing's neck.

Zhang Xuanqing leaned back, barely avoiding the blade. Without saying a word, he used his light skills and jumped to the weapon stand, inserted the knife back, picked up a red cherry spear, and jumped back into the field again.

The spear is the king of hundreds of soldiers, one inch long and one inch strong. Zhang Xuanqing's long spear is blocked, picked, held, and stabbed, and suddenly it looks like a spiritual snake spitting out a letter, and suddenly it looks like a pear blossom in the rain. It bumps into Liu Jiannan's long sword, but it can't get into his body.

After fifty or sixty moves, the spear head was cut off by Liu Jiannan. Zhang Xuanqing did not abandon the spear, but simply turned the spear into a stick and used the stick technique.

He has not been practicing these two or three months in vain. According to Liu Jiannan, if he wants to walk around the world, he must be proficient in all kinds of weapons. Because his internal strength is quite depleting, even a wanderer in the world needs to rely on powerful weapons to show off his power. However, the world is dangerous and people are unpredictable. It is impossible to ensure that when the weapons are lost, broken, or stolen, they must use local materials. For example, when there is danger when eating, you can use chopsticks as daggers or hidden weapons; for example, in the wild, you can use a set of stick techniques by breaking a dead branch. Anyone who walks around the world does not say that he can only use swords, only swords, etc. If you are not fully aware of the eighteen martial arts, you will be in trouble sooner or later.

As for why you can't chew too much?

What a joke, I don’t know that you really master everything. Just specialize in it, and you may know the rest and be prepared.

Besides, real martial arts are different from those in novels. There are not so many fun things to do. Just like in some novels, the protagonist can only learn swordsmanship, and is known as specializing in specialization... Specializing in your sister, like if you learn to play the piano, you can play a song and you can't do anything else. In this way, can you become a master?

For example, when you study, you have read an Analects of Confucius since you were a child, and you still can’t recognize the rest of the words. Do you dare to say that you are a scholar?

For example, a carpenter can only hit the table and not even hit the rest of the bench. This way, can you support yourself?

Nonsense!

The so-called specialization is to devote all your energy to a weapon, such as musical instruments. Those who learn the piano only learn the piano, not playing the flute and the pipa, etc. But how many real masters can only know the same musical instrument? How many literati are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in ancient and modern times, and can write poetry, lyrics, songs and essays. They are not afraid of being greedy and not being able to chew too much. All walks of life can learn from other things, but why can't they be able to do martial arts?

After all, true masters, real masters, and real masters are all knowledgeable and knowledgeable people. A skillful move can't be eaten all over the world.

After a little gossip, he said that Zhang Xuanqing used eighteen weapons one by one, and he could use them easily and could hold on to more than a hundred moves; he could use them unsophisticatedly, but only had 100 moves. In the end, he pulled up the sword that had never been moved on the weapon stand, and his expression became solemn.

"Be careful!"

Everyone has the most proficient skills. Among all Zhang Xuanqing's martial arts, the fastest one he can learn is swordsmanship.

To put it more fantastic, his understanding of swordsmanship is far greater than that of other weapons. In fact, to put it bluntly, he just likes to use swords.

In Liu Jiannan's words, what kind of weapon is suitable for everyone is related to his personality. For example, those who are impulsive and not afraid of death are suitable for using weapons that open and close, such as knives, guns, halberds, etc.; those who are cautious and timid are suitable for long-range attacks, such as hidden weapons, nine-section whips, etc.

Zhang Xuanqing chose swords. First, he liked swords. He has been reading martial arts novels since he was a child, and Liu Jiannan also has the strongest swordsmanship. Second, among the three boxing techniques he learned since childhood, Bagua and Tai Chi, all have swordsmanship, and he has also learned them. Third, his temperament is not suitable for weapons that are open and close, so he cannot do it by asking him to hold a knife to exchange his life for his life, so he chose a light sword technique, and he can't run if he can't beat it.

This is the so-called enlightenment, or the essence of enlightenment...

Really, not lie.

Zhang Xuanqing's momentum changed a little while with a sword in his hand. Sanchi Qingfeng and Liu Jiannan's long sword were fighting, and sparks flew everywhere. The two of them fought again.

They all use real guys, but they are not afraid of being injured, because Liu Jiannan's martial arts are more than higher than Zhang Xuanqing. Even if Zhang Xuanqing can spot his flaws and attack and use all his strength and cannot stop, he can jump away quickly with his reaction.

After a while of fighting, this time it was Liu Jiannan who changed his weapons, and it was also a sword, gun, stick and stick to take turns to feed Zhang Xuanqing.

After about half an hour, Liu Jiannan finally picked up the long sword.

The two of them go back and forth, the rabbits rise and the kites fly, the weapons are the same, and the moves are the same. But the power of different people is very different when used by the same moves.

The same move can pass through Zhang Xuanqing's sword move in the hands of Liu Jiannan and stab him directly in the throat; in Zhang Xuanqing's hands, he can only hit the wall again and again and be blocked by Liu Jiannan's long sword.

Seeing that he could not win, Zhang Xuanqing simply pointed his head at the ground, jumped out of the battle circle, closed his sword and stood up: "Brother Liu, let's go here today, I'm tired of fighting." That's what he said, but his face was slightly red and he couldn't see much fatigue. Moreover, shortly after the move was completed, the red caused by the exercise quickly faded away.

On the contrary, Liu Jiannan was slightly panting, and couldn't help but sigh: "The Taoist master has indeed practiced as Taoist true qi. His breath is long and continuous, which is beyond comparison."

Zhang Xuanqing smiled bitterly and touched his nose, but it was really hard to explain.

He was able to persist for so long without being tired, which was entirely due to the cool true qi that had changed through time and space. At least he knew that the true qi cultivated by Sun Simiao, who practiced the same technique as him, was not as effective as his true qi, whether it was internal or external.

He even suspected that the change of true qi also originated from the change of body. After all, his appearance in this world is somewhat different from that of modern time and space, and the true qi he cultivated can perfectly blend in the cool true qi.

However, these situations are not easy to explain to Liu Jiannan, so Zhang Xuanqing simply said nothing and let Liu Jiannan continue to misunderstand.

Anyway, this misunderstanding lies in the Tao. The Wu family has existed for a long time, right?

In the blink of an eye, it was night, and the old man Wu and his family still did not return to the foot of the mountain.

It was dark at night, and Zhang Xuanqing, Yuan Tiangang, Liu Jiannan, Li Chunfeng, the three of Wu family, and the uncle Gong gathered together. Firecrackers were set off in the yard outside, and everyone was drinking Tu Su wine and chatting with each other.

Originally, Zhang Xuanqing planned to go back to Hyundai to get some fireworks and set them on his second kick, but later he thought about it, if he dared to bring the fireworks, he probably wouldn't have to wait for the next day. After he finished setting them off, Li Yuan would dare to send troops to surround the mountain, so he gave up after thinking about it.

The room was very lively, and even Li Chunfeng, who was not good at speaking, drank two more glasses and started to talk more. The Wu couple toasted Yuan Tiangang and Mr. Gong toasted again and again, recalling the past and feeling the feelings of Yuan Shoucheng. His son Centipede... No, it was Wu Gong. Wu Gong was very respectful from beginning to end, and he was very right. It is said that his name was named Yuan Shoucheng.

Uncle Gong was holding a jar and his face turned red, and he refused to the others toasts from others. Yuan Tiangang once said that he had been drinking all year round, but he was too lazy to take care of hygiene. Today is the Chinese New Year, and Yuan Tiangang was very convinced, so he changed into a clean Taoist robe.

It is worth mentioning that Yuan Tiangang had already told him about Zhang Xuanqing's inner alchemy method, but he was disdainful at all, as if refining alchemy was his pleasure, not for immortality.

A strange person should have an unknown story.

Everyone was very happy today and drank a lot of wine, but Zhang Xuanqing felt lonely from her heart when she looked at the lively scene.

It seemed as if there was a film that separated him from them, and this film should be called time.

More than 1,300 years!

Before he knew it, he was a little homesick.

I don't know at home...

Zhang Xuanqing shook his head suddenly, shook his thoughts, and secretly scolded him for being so pretentious.

I suppress my thoughts in the center and want to speak and integrate into everyone's atmosphere, but I can't open my mouth and integrate into everyone's atmosphere.

Looking around, he suddenly found that Liu Jiannan's seat had been empty at some point. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he quietly left the seat and got up and walked out of the room.

Outside, the stars were dim and the night was dark. Everyone's laughter seemed to be quickly pulled away, and only one of them was left in the world.

The firecrackers burning in the yard are almost burning, leaving only a pile of embers, and occasionally a "splitting" bamboo tube bursts.

When the cold wind blew, Zhang Xuanqing woke up a little, raised her head and looked up at the night sky, her mind was relaxed, but her lonely temperament became more and more serious.

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder from behind: "Brother Dao, Brother Dao, can you and I have a good night to talk about this?"

Turning back, Yuan Tiangang stood behind him, holding a wine jar in his left hand and a chessboard in his arms with his right hand, and a chess jar in his arms. His cheeks were red and he was drunk.

Before Zhang Xuanqing could speak, Yuan Tiangang pulled his sleeve, half-dragged and half-pulled, and pulled him to the stone table in the yard.

Then, he placed the wine jar on the table, placed the chessboard and chess jar, and separated the black and white pieces. Yuan Tiangang sat on the stone bench and made a gesture to Zhang Xuanqing.
Chapter completed!