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Liu Jing's advantage is not only because he has the ability to chase his prey, but also because he has wisdom from later generations. He knows where Zhao Yun's weakness lies in Zhao Yun's weakness is Liu Bei.

Zhao Yun was shocked and turned around instinctively. The moment Zhao Yun turned his head, the power of the defensive knife weakened, revealing a loophole on his right waist.

Liu Jing's long-accumulated power suddenly exploded and rushed towards lightning. He slashed Zhao Yun's right waist with a knife. He made a ruthless move and was ruthless. If it were an ordinary soldier, the knife would have been cut in half, which attracted a burst of exclamations from the eight soldiers.

Zhao Yun turned around and knew that he had been fooled. At this time, Liu Jing's sword came like lightning, slashing a flaw on his right waist. Even though Zhao Yun was very skilled in martial arts, he had to retreat slightly, dodge the sword, and then slashed the long sword on Liu Jing's blade. With a click, sparks flew everywhere, and Liu Jing's sword came out of his hand.

A huge force made Liu Jing stand unsteadily, and he took two steps backwards, sitting on the ground with his butt, his arms numb, and Liu Jing couldn't react for a long time.

The soldiers exclaimed, both for Zhao Yun's strength and for Liu Jing could force Zhao Yun to take a step back. In their hearts, Zhao Yun was a god-like figure.

This sword also made Zhao Yun look at Liu Jing with admiration. It was not because Liu Jing forced him to take a step back with one sword. Zhao Yun's martial arts was not so strong that he could not even retreat. Liu Jing's wisdom actually called his lord and created a fighter opportunity.

Zhao Yun is never pedantic. He has a deep understanding of the unscrupulous means on the battlefield. Although he never does this, he will not reject it. He thinks this is normal, and Liu Jing's urgent wisdom makes him amazed.

"Come again"

Zhao Yun waved his hand and made an empty posture. Liu Jing returned to normal. He jumped up, picked up the knife, roared, flew up, and slashed with one knife.

Zhao Yun still had that move, slashing upwards, with the same power. He heard only one sound, and the two swords were in line, but this time, although the power was strong, Liu Jing endured it.

Zhao Yun turned the sword and a cold light slashed Liu Jing's neck. The sword was neither fast nor slow, and the horns were so clever that it was accurate to seize the opportunity, which made Liu Jing unable to hide. If it was really an enemy, the sword would be slashed away by others.

Liu Jing was unable to defend and closed his eyes, but Zhao Yun stopped his sword and resolved Liu Jing's crisis. He took two steps back and asked with a smile: "What has appeared?"

Liu Jing pondered for a moment, and he did show up, so he bowed and said, "Brother just slashed his sword. Judging from the moves, it was exactly the same as the previous one, but why is the power very different? Is it because my brother deliberately slowing down his strength?"

Zhao Yun smiled slightly. His little brother was indeed very smart. Seeing the key point, he pulled a knife and said, "The key is the use of power. Everyone has a certain power, but the way of swinging the knife is different. For example, sitting and slashing and jumping and slashing, the power is completely different. If you can find a way to apply the power of your body to a point, the power of this knife will be several times greater."

Liu Jing was overjoyed. He understood what Zhao Yun meant. He was giving advice to himself. He immediately stepped forward and smiled and said, "For such a clever technique, my brother must teach me."

Zhao Yun knocked on his head and smiled and said, "This is a secret that my master has not passed on. You don't want to ask for it, but I can teach you some tips."

He whispered to Liu Jing several times, "Did you remember?"

Liu Jing nodded repeatedly. He was talented and had only recited it silently a few times, and then he kept the mantra taught by Zhao Yun in his heart. He knew that Zhao Yun had really taught him the secret that he did not pass on to his master. He was moved and knelt down on one knee and thanked him: "Thank you, brother, for teaching skills, Liu Jing remembered it in his heart."

"This secret is called Luofeng Technique. It is a skill trick. You need to practice hard to understand its exquisiteness. You can use any weapon. You have to practice more diligently."

Speaking of this, Zhao Yun sighed, pressed Liu Jing's shoulder, stared at his eyes and said, "Remember, it is just a trick and cannot replace real martial arts. It may be useful for those with low martial arts skills, but for those with high martial arts skills... unless you have higher martial arts skills, you will suffer."

Liu Jing nodded silently. He understood the principle of reaction force, but Zhao Yun smiled. He knew that Liu Jing did not really understand what he meant, but he could not say some words to Liu Jing now, and the time has not come.

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Saying Liu Jing away, Zhao Yun kept looking at his back and walked away. At this moment, a gentle voice came from behind him, "You seem to like Gong Jing very much."

When Zhao Yun turned around, he saw that it was Liu Bei. He was shocked and quickly knelt down on one knee: "I am begging you to the lord."

Liu Bei quickly helped him up, "You have injuries on your body, don't be too polite, get up."

"Let's go"

Zhao Yun nodded silently and followed Liu Bei slowly on the training ground.

"How qualified is his?" Liu Bei asked with a smile.

Zhao Yun nodded, "He has extremely high qualifications, especially his ability to comprehend is extraordinary. It's a pity that he has not been able to build foundations and practice martial arts since childhood."

"Didn't you tell me that you haven't built foundations and practiced martial arts since childhood?" Liu Bei asked with a smile.

Zhao Yun smiled bitterly. It was because he met his master and took a different approach to master today's martial arts, but Master... Zhao Yun sighed secretly in his heart.

"Are you going to accept him as your disciple?" Liu Bei changed the topic and asked what he really wanted to ask.

Zhao Yun shook his head silently, "I don't know."

Speaking of this, he sighed softly, showing his inner entanglement. His master clearly warned him that the skills of falling phoenixes and the spear of birds and phoenixes will not be passed on by the master.

But he taught Liu Jing the Luofeng technique, and in fact he wanted to accept Liu Jing as his disciple, but he also felt that it was inappropriate, and he couldn't even explain what was wrong.

Liu Bei pondered for a long time before he said slowly: "You can teach him how to practice martial arts, but I suggest not to accept disciples. After all, he is Liu Jingsheng's nephew. If we get close to him, it will make Liu Jingsheng alert, which is not good for him and not good for us."

Zhao Yun didn't say anything. He realized that something was wrong. It was his lord. He saw that Liu Bei wanted to use his relationship with Liu Jing. Zhao Yun was a little worried that this kind of use of the lord would hurt Liu Jing.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Yun asked hesitantly: "My lord is saying, does Liu Jingsheng not believe us?"

Liu Bei raised his head with his hands behind his back, staring at the high whistle tower in Liu Biao's military camp in the distance, and couldn't help but sneer, "I can't see, he doesn't believe me."

Zhao Yun bit his lip, and Liu Bei's sneer made a chill in his heart. At this moment, he resolutely made a decision that he could not hurt Liu Jing or accept Liu Jing as his disciple.

Liu Bei looked at Zhao Yun again. He wanted to ask about Liu Jing again, but his thoughts changed a few times and finally did not ask.

After a while, Liu Bei sighed to himself, "Jingzhou is not just Jingzhou, which is Liu Jingsheng alone, we also have to find other supporters."

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In the courtyard, Liu Jing practiced Zhao Yun's secret to exercise his strength over and over again. Although there were only ninety-eight words, the more he practiced, the more he felt that the Luofeng technique was profound and profound. It was not possible to achieve Zhao Yun's level of freedom by practicing hard for a few months.

However, after only practicing for more than an hour, he gained something. He now not only can he use swords, but also swords, and spears, can use this set of skills to gather strength.

Liu Jing used the short sword obtained from the skin. He jumped high, shouted loudly, and slashed a tree trunk. With a click, the thick trunk was cut off by his sword.

Although the recoil force made his arms numb and the dagger almost lost his hand, he was extremely excited. This was something he could not do before. Although the dagger was sharp, he could never do it to cut off the trunk of the tree.

Moreover, if it was a sharp and heavy sword, there would not be such a shock. He felt that he still needed a good sword.

In fact, in his previous life, he had a special preference for swords. He once collected an imitation Tang sword, which he loved as treasures.

The dagger in front of him is said to be the sword left by his father. It is fine in texture and weighs eight ounces. The blade is extremely sharp and the sword body is shining white. If you look closely, there are several thin patterns. He really likes this sharp dagger.

At this time, a low voice came from behind, "This sword is called Bailong, and it is one of the swords left by your grandfather."

When Liu Jing turned around, he appeared behind him, his uncle Liu Biao stood. He quickly put his sword in the sheath, went up and down to pay salute, "My nephew greets uncle."

Although this was the first time Liu Biao came to visit him, they were already familiar with each other, and Liu Biao's eyes did not hide his respect for his nephew.

Liu Biao has a son, Changqi, Cicong and Youxiu. Changliu Qi is elegant but has a weak physique and is difficult to survive the ups and downs.

Secondly, although Liu Cong was strong and could only be considered both martial arts, he was not tall, over 16 years old and less than seven feet tall, which made Liu Biao very disappointed.

The young Liu Xiu was even more sick. He had been soaked in medicine jars since he was a child. Many doctors said that he would not live to be an adult.

He was not like Liu Biao, who was eight feet tall and burly.

Liu Biao also has two other cousins, Liu Qing and Liu Hu. Liu Qing is a weak scholar with mediocre qualifications, timid and cowardly. Although Liu Hu is tall and strong, he is reckless and unwise. Liu Biao is not happy with these two.

Only Liu Jing is not only tall, but also wise and profound. He looks very much like Liu Biao when he was young, and he completely inherited the style of his grandfather Wu Shuangquan, which made Liu Biao feel relieved.

Moreover, Liu Jing's father Liu Bing was Liu Bing's brother and Liu Biao naturally loved him very much for the only flesh and blood left by his brother.

But no matter how much you like, Liu Jing is just a nephew after all, and cannot be compared with his son.

Liu Biao was quite surprised to see that he could cut off the thick tree trunk with one sword. He took the sword from his hand and saw that the scabbard was not decorated and simple, so he couldn't help but ask strangely: "I remember it wasn't this scabbard."

The scabbard was lost in the battle with Cao's army, but Liu Jing did not dare to say that he had lost the scabbard, so he had to bite the bullet and said, "I think the original scabbard is fancy. The sword is a killing weapon, not a woman's hairpin, so I don't need to put it in the old house. If my uncle doesn't like it, I will exchange it for you next time when I go back to my hometown."

“Good saying it’s good”

Liu Biao nodded with praise. Although his sword was just an ornament, Liu Jing could say that a sword was a killer weapon, not a hairpin ornament. This kind of true man's words made him look at him with admiration.

Liu Biao also sighed softly, "Although there are precious gems, fringed splendors, and gold and silver, they cannot save the people of the world. What's the point?"

He returned the sword to Liu Jing again and said with a smile: "Looking at the sword is like looking at people. You are very good, I don't know how the bow and horse are."

Liu Jing blushed and shook his head, "Report to my uncle, my nephew has never practiced archery and horses."

Liu Biao smiled and said, "It's okay, it's still time. In a few days, I will ask the captain Wang Wei to teach you how to ride a horse and shoot archery."

Liu Jing's heart was thrilled. Wang Wei knew that he was a soy sauce character in the Romance of the Kingdom. Although he had a loyal heart, he had no power to protect the Lord and was killed by Yu Jin.

Wang Wei couldn't even beat Yu Jin, but came to teach his martial arts. He really didn't want it. In fact, he knew that Liu Biao had many famous generals, Huang Zhong, Wei Yan, and Gan Ning were all famous enemies, so why didn't they let them teach him.

Liu Jing's lips moved, but he didn't know how to speak.

Liu Biao had such a vision. He saw that Liu Jing was unwilling to be Wang Wei as his teacher, so he did not force him. He smiled faintly and said, "Anyway, the days are still long, so let's find a suitable good teacher."

After pausing, he said softly to Liu Jing: "You have become familiar with Xiangyang City these days, and we will talk about it slowly in detail later. If you have any needs, just ask, this is your home."

"Thank you for your concern"

Liu Biao took off his sword and handed it to him, "The White Dragon Sword is a ancestral object. It can only be listed in the ancestral hall for the younger generation to admire, rather than killing people fiercely. I give this sword to you, and it is also smuggled by a famous craftsman. It is called Xuanlin, and it is more suitable to use it."

He patted Liu Jing on the shoulder again, "Not only do you need martial arts, but also read more, especially be polite. Do you understand?"

Liu Jing nodded silently, Liu Biao smiled slightly, turned around and left the courtyard. Liu Jing stood at the door with a sword, staring at his back and walked away, feeling regretful in his heart, why don't he have a good knife?
Chapter completed!