Lan began to regret why he had to go to Ding Jian to learn swordsmanship so early in the morning. Obviously, as a martial arts practitioner, Ding Jian had already trained his apprentices there, but Lan hadn't woken up yet. Feeling confused.
"Master, I'm here to learn how to practice swordsmanship." Lan met his master
He bowed politely to the master.
"Take off your clothes first." Ding Jian glanced at Lan. said.
Lan initially thought that Ding Jian¡¯s swordsmanship must be practiced shirtless, so he took off his coat without thinking, revealing his weak arms. Some of the senior brothers who were practicing swordsmanship couldn¡¯t help laughing. In front of them, Lan's slightly thin body was simply a joke.
Ding Jiandi glared at the disciples fiercely, and the laughter there suddenly stopped. Before Lan could react, Ding Jian pulled out his own sword in the flash of lightning and struck at Lan.
Lan had no room to react. He felt a lightning-like sword light flash in front of him. He only heard a "crash" sound. The gauze on his right shoulder that Yu Ji had carefully bandaged had been cut into several pieces and fell to the ground. He fell to the ground. Before he could check whether there were any other injuries on his body, he couldn't help but admire this swordsman from the bottom of his heart for being able to use his sword skills to such an extent.
Ding Jian put away his sword as if nothing had happened. He looked at Lan's originally terrifying sword wound and said, "Not bad, the wound has healed well. Put on your clothes. You can do a little practice today." He took it from a bamboo basket He picked up a long wooden sword and threw it to Lan who was getting dressed.
Lan took over the wooden sword thrown by his master. The scars on the wooden sword told the vicissitudes of life it had experienced. The wood at the hilt is much deeper than the blade, and must have been watered by the sweat of those who once wielded the sword.
"Junior brother, please come with me." Senior sister Long Li on one side also picked up a wooden sword and led Lan, who was still carefully observing his wooden sword, to the empty side.
"Today, as long as you touch me with your wooden sword, you will be considered to have passed the first level."
Lan thought at first that he had heard wrong. He had also seen the swordsmanship of the woman in front of him, and Long Li's body shape was almost the same as Yu Ji's, but compared to Yu Ji's flower-like water, Long Li's brows seemed to have more A little more heroic. How could he not even touch her?
"Then let's get started, junior brother." Long Li waved the wooden sword in his hand with one hand, signaling Lan to take action.
"I have a name. My name is Lan." Lan's cultivation in the past few days has already restored his body to its best condition. He rushed out like a storm with a kick of his foot. He held the wooden sword in both hands and pointed towards Long Li. Attack.
"As expected, he lives up to his name." Long Li looked at Lan's burst of speed and did not use his sword to block it. He just leaned slightly to the left and avoided Lan's first blow. He was carried away by Lan's passing. The sudden gust of wind caused the decoration on one side of her clothes to dance gracefully. Before Lan could turn around, she turned her hand and struck Lan's head with the wooden sword.
"Ah!" Although Lan's hair was messy and messy, like a big bird's nest, it obviously had no defense. When he was hit by Long Li's wooden sword, there were waves of pain on his head, and he almost shed tears.
And Lan turned around and saw his senior sister looking at him with a smile, as if nothing had happened.
Lan thought Long Li had let down his guard, so he turned around and jumped up to slash at Long Li, but this time Long Li didn't move. He just watched Lan gradually get closer to him. Just when Lan thought he could avenge his previous sword attack, Long Li's wooden sword suddenly lifted up, and the wooden sword hit Lan's knee hard. Lan in mid-air immediately lost his center of gravity and fell headlong into the air. into the firewood pile on the side. But this time Long Li couldn't bear it anymore, covered his mouth and started laughing.
When Lan climbed out of the firewood pile, he felt that something was missing in his hand, so he turned around and picked up his weapon from the firewood pile. It was originally a wooden weapon, but it looked like nothing in a pile of messy firewood. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. If Lan hadn't been lucky, he would have found the weapon that followed him into the pile of wood after a few searches.
Lan calmed down and dusted himself off. He felt that his fierce attack was not ineffective. Not only was it ineffective, but it also consumed his physical strength. He simply imitated Long Li and slowly approached Long Li. Long Li seemed to have noticed some changes in Lan. He was originally comfortable. His expression became a little more focused, ready for Lan's attack at any time.
Lan's calm down attacks did have some effect. Long Li, who had easily dodged the attacks, no longer dodged, but used his wooden sword to parry. Although almost every attack was neutralized, Lan's attacks were like a shower. In fact, Long Li's eyes lit up. The crackling sounds of the wooden swords interlaced were heard from the courtyard like burning fire, causing some apprentices to look over there distractedly.
Lan has been hit by Long Li¡¯s wooden sword several times., but Long Li obviously took into account the wound on Lan's right shoulder, and almost all attacks were focused on Lan's left side or limbs. And each time it was only a light touch. If it had been replaced by a real weapon, Lan would have been completely injured.
Lan was also puzzled at this time. He felt like he was going to hit Long Li's light body several times, but he was blocked every time. And he was hit again unknowingly, sometimes without even seeing the trajectory of the sword clearly. Finally, he was exhausted by Long Li's fierce blow and fell to the ground tiredly. However, Long Li was only panting slightly and there was no trace of blood on his body. Sweat like Arashi. I looked up at the time and found that it was already noon.
"You have worked very hard today, let's have lunch together here." Ding Jian's voice came not far behind him, and Lan also knew that he was at the limit of his physical strength in the morning, and he had many questions in his mind, but they were all at once. Unable to speak, he could only get up from the ground. The feeling of losing strength made him stagger.
However, the power of lunch far exceeded the previous pain. Lan completely ignored the pain coming from his muscles and followed Long Li to the cafeteria in the mansion.