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Zhang Xutuo's martial arts thoughts also advocate conciseness and practicality. He advocated killing enemies in the fastest and most effective way. Zhang Xutuo's sword technique is even simpler than the one-character sword technique. There are only thirteen styles in total, including offense and defense, but these thirteen styles of swordsman are not simple enough to practice as a pawn peddler.

On the contrary, although these thirteen-style sword techniques seem simple, they are very difficult to really practice, because they are simplified and the power of the middle is very exquisite. This is like an article written by a master. The words are very simple and there is no gorgeous vocabulary, but ordinary people just can't write them.

If you want to understand the essence of these thirteen sword techniques, you must first learn the complexity, and then slowly understand the profound meaning behind each step of simplicity.

Therefore, after each of the thirteen-style sword techniques, there are fifty-six complex sword techniques as the basis. However, even if you understand the complexity of these sword techniques, if you do not have corresponding training and cooperation, the power of this sword technique will not be achieved.

The training of Zhang Xutuo's sword technique is to train the sword under the water, strength, speed, explosion and exquisite control of strength, which can only be achieved under the water training.

But without his pills to regulate the qi and blood in the body and train the lung capacity of the long-distance running training, there would be no way to conduct underwater knife swing training, so these are complementary and linked.

Yuan Qing studied it for three years and only learned seven moves in total, but that's it. Zhang Xutuo still praised him. He only learned five moves in three years of his youth.

The next six moves require great power, and they can only be used with a big sword at the moment. Yuan Qing is still young now, so he cannot realize the power of the last six swords.

Yuan Qing has practiced these seven moves day and night in the past six months. He has increasingly experienced the ultimate exquisite sword technique. Each simple sword swing is very simple in his eyes, but in the eyes of his opponent, it is so simple that it is irresistible.

He finally understood that it was not that the sword technique was useless, but that the real sword technique was not learned and could not be learned by the soldiers.

When Yuan Qing slashed the last sword and let out a long breath, he never dreamed that he could learn such a profound sword technique.

Not only his sword skills, but three years of devilish foundation-building training have transformed his body.

He can swing a fifteen-pound horizontal knife as fast as lightning. He is as quick as a monkey. He can climb several feet tall trees in two or three strokes. He can run a marathon schedule very easily, and the time required can be ranked among the top 50 in the next generation.

What made him feel the most was the improvement of his vision and hearing. He had myopia in his previous life, but now he has far exceeded the standards of pilots in later generations. A hundred steps away, he could see the feet of birds, and his hearing was extremely keen. When he was sleeping, he could even hear the sound of chuckling outside the mansion.

However, Zhang Xutuo said that these changes were just the first step in building the foundation. All foundations were like this. There was a lot of change at the beginning, but they would slow down in three or four years, and there would be huge improvements after breaking through the hovering period.

Practicing a knife in the yard is only part of his practice of knife skills, and half of the exercises need to be completed under the water.

Yuan Qing removed his cloth shirt and shoes and was about to run. He needed to run from here to Qujiangchi. The distance was thirteen miles away. He was different from others. He had to run barefoot and barely run, wearing only a pair of homemade shorts. The nakedness was a must for Zhang Xutuo's practice.

Yuan Qing had seen the lights in his aunt's room on, and he knew that his aunt was going to start copying books again. He couldn't help but sigh softly. The hard work of life in recent years has made his aunt obviously old. He is eight years old and has more experience in his previous life, so he should be able to share his worries for his aunt.

Yuan Qing put a five-pound knife on his back. He was about to leave when his aunt's voice came from the room, "Yuan Qing, didn't you say that the family had sacrifices today?"

"But I don't want to participate!" Yuan Qing stopped, and he had no interest in the family's affairs.

"You should participate! Your surname is Yang after all."

Yuan Qing didn't move for a long time, and finally he walked out, "It's only the third update now, I'll go to Wu Benhe."

He walked out of Yang Mansion directly, walked west for a moment, and then came to a small river. The source of this river was in the palace, passed an underground river, and emerged from a pond northwest of Wubenfang, forming a small river, flowing windingly to Liren City, so the river was called Wuben River.

At this time, the river water had frozen and was dazzling under the moonlight. Yuan Qing took out a small bottle of wine from his bag and took another pill of elixir and medicinal wine.

He glanced at a mountain-shaped rock weighing five or six hundred pounds on the shore and slowly pulled out the knife from his back. His knife was a barrier knife, which was given to him by Zhang Xutuo. It was similar in shape to a horizontal knife, but it was shorter than a horizontal knife, and the blade was about two feet long. The handle of the knife was a total of two feet and four inches, which was conducive to close combat.

Yuan Qing jumped onto the ice surface, put his arm in his strength, and slashed it with a knife. The knife slashed deeply into the ice surface, penetrated directly under the ice layer. He held the knife in both hands and slowly used force. The knife began to cut the ice layer, making a "crack!crack!" sound. After a moment, he cut a square hole eight feet long and wide.

Yuan Qing walked ashore and pushed the boulder on the shore hard, pushing the boulder onto the ice surface bit by bit. With a "bang!", the boulder was pushed into the ice hole and quickly sank into the bottom of the river.

At this time, his forehead was sweating profusely, and the elixir in his abdomen melted, causing his whole body to be burned by fire, and he was extremely hot. He jumped into the river.

It was the coldest season of the year. The river water was biting cold, as if it was about to freeze the bone marrow. Yuan Qing had already gotten used to it. He jumped into the river, and the river water quickly sank over his head, causing him to gradually sink to the bottom of the river.

The second knife training course that Zhang Xutuo gave him was to enter the water once a day since he was five years old. At the beginning, he had to swing his knife five hundred times under the water every time, but today three years later, it has risen to 1,000 waves of the knife, and only 8 times in the middle of the process, which means that he had to swing his knife at least 120 times each time he held his breath. In this way, he forced him to swing the knife as fast as possible.

This is something that ordinary teenagers cannot imagine, even adults cannot do it. In the first time, Yuan Qing drank a stomach full of water and almost drowned at the bottom of the river. However, Zhang Xutuo was not sympathetic and whipped him ruthlessly, and then kicked him into the water. But as time slowly passed, he could do it after more than a month.

At the bottom of the river, Yuan Qing quickly found the huge rock. He clamped the big rock with his legs and began to swing his knife in the water quickly.

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The cold and the resistance of the water made it particularly difficult for him to swing his sword, but Yuan Qing had long been used to it. At the bottom of the dark river, his sword was swinging extremely rapidly, and waves of water were slashing out from the water surface.

After slashing one hundred and twenty times, he floated to the surface, changed his breath, dived into the bottom of the water, and continued to swing his knife again and again.

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With a 'Wow!', he once again surfaced. This was his last breathing, and this time he was going to challenge himself.

Yuan Qing sneaked underwater and waved his knife hard. His arms were sore and soft, and every bone in his body seemed to be broken.

In the boundless darkness under the water, he forced himself to swing his knife hard, defeating the soreness and pain of his arms, and almost biting the roots of his teeth.

He had swung one hundred and twenty times, and was almost at his limit, but the goal he challenged was one hundred and fifty times. He only felt that every cell in his body was about to explode, one hundred and three hundred and three hundred and seven.

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One hundred and thirty-eight, this pain made him unable to bear it anymore, his lungs were about to explode, and he was almost in a coma that was hypoxia.

One hundred and forty-eight, one hundred and forty-nine.

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His legs loosened and his body rose rapidly. As soon as he was about to rush out of the water, he swung his last knife in the water, one hundred and fifty!

‘Wow!’ He finally rushed out of the water, and a stream of fresh air hit his face. Yuan Qing was limp and breathed in fresh air greedily.

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Yuan Qing slowly swam ashore. At this time, his arms were extremely sore. Although he had been practicing for three years, his muscles were sore that they could not bear it. Yuan Qing had no complaints. This was the foundation building. Since Zhang Xutuo came here like this when he was young, why could he not bear it?

However, if Yuan Qing knew that when Zhang Xutuo was as big as him, he only had to swing a knife seven hundred times in the water every time, and he might have fainted on the spot. Zhang Xutuo increased all the training volume to him by 40%.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the pool in the distance was not completely frozen. Housewives from poor families began to wash clothes by the pool, and the stone hammer knocked on the ice, "bang! bang!" and bang.

Yuan Qing leaned against a willow tree by the river, with his back to the shore. He took out a green pill from the small porcelain bottle under his neck and took it. He then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes and meditated, relaxing his muscles to a state of selflessness. His attention was concentrated in his mind, allowing the medicine to slowly spread in his body. He felt that his physical strength was recovering at an unprecedented speed.

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Chapter completed!