Chapter 275： Watch sword

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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! "

"Ma'am, how many times have I practiced, this Ling monkey fist can't do it!" Yang Baoshu said disapprovingly: "There is no power at all, I can't beat others! ... so I want to practice swords!"

"Ling Monkey Boxing?" Zhou said with a sneer on his hips. "It's because you don't have the ability. Your father used to practice this boxing. He became a dart master and went south and north. The power is so good. Why can't you?"

"Yes, I don't have the ability." Yang Baoshu watched his mother's complexion change, and was busy with softness: "I must practice it, twenty times, right, twenty times!"

"It's almost the same, hurry up!"

Chu Li smiled.

He Dayuan Jingzhi had already seen Yang Baoshu's boxing spectrum for a long time. This monkey monkey boxing is really good, but well, most people really do not practice well.

The spirit beasts all entered the 100,000 mountains, like the tiger, the monkey, and almost no one in the world has seen the monkey today.

In this way, the essence of Ling monkey boxing can not be grasped, but there is no monkey monkey boxing, but it can not exercise its power.

He practiced a good set of monkey monkey boxing into an orangutan boxer, with strong force and heavy force, did not know that this was contrary to the essence of monkey boxing, and after practicing for another hundred years, the essence of monkey boxing was not allowed, Power is limited.

That evening, Chu Li bought two boxes of snacks and walked back. When walking on the street, Yang Baoshu happened to be back.

"Sir is back." Yang Baoshu greeted warmly.

Chu Li's light jaw did not speak, and he was cold and abnormal.

Yang Baoshu scratched his head helplessly.

This weird is here again. Why do you pretend that you do n’t know yourself and do n’t say a word when you are on the street? It ’s OK in his house.

Chu Li held snacks in one hand and lost one hand to the back, walking slowly.

Yang Baoshu originally had a brisk pace. Seeing that he was walking so slowly, he couldn't directly surpass him. He could only follow him, moving one step at a time, and anxious him.

Chu Li glanced at him and motioned his gaze.

Yang Baoshu understood that he was letting go, and had to hold his fists and hurried away.

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The twilight surged and the lights came on, Chu Li was still practicing sword in the yard.

In the morning, practice the magic of the sky, the white tiger refining the sun map, King Kong's divine magic, and in the afternoon to evening practice the extreme sutra, the seven types of magic sword.

Except for the time to go out for a walk, he was almost practicing and there was no interference from the common affairs.

He secretly confessed that it is not out of reach to catch up with Lu Guogong if he is so devoted to such practice, it is a pity that such time will not be too long.

He was practicing his sword slowly, and Yang Baoshu climbed up to the wall again: "Sir, sir, my mother made dumplings and tasted it."

He talked about dragging the ladder up to Chuli yard and walking down with a plate of steaming dumplings.

Without waiting for Chu Li to speak, he put it directly on the stone table: "My mother's craftsmanship is also excellent, try it!"

He said, handing over a pair of chopsticks.

Chu Li took a look at him, took a chopstick and tasted a dumpling. Although it was vegetarian, it was full of scent and it was really good.

"How's it delicious?" Yang Baoshu said proudly.

"Not bad." Chu Li nodded in satisfaction.

This time he suffered a lot. The restaurants in Qingyun City and Yang Su's cooking skills were far less than Xue Ling's.

Suddenly he was so delicious ~ www.novelhall.com ~ that he was quite moved.

"Come here, sir, sit down and eat!" Yang Baoshu busyly took the sleeves and wiped the wooden pier.

Chu Li sat down.

Yang Baoshu said again, "Mr. Putting this sword here is a hindrance."

He said, pushing the sword on the stone table aside.

He shoved with a look of surprise.

It's so heavy, it's not right, it's not a wooden sword!

"Sir, I see this sword." Yang Baoshu stared at the dust lightsaber with a smile on his face: "Just take a look."

Chu Li has eaten two dumplings: "OK, then take a look."

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