Chapter 22 Martial Arts Harmony?
"Whirlwind, slash, half moon, assassination, attack and kill!"
In the small courtyard, figures were moving around, swords were flashing, ghosts were crying and gods howling.
Liu Cang was seen holding an iron ring-headed sword, and the sword was whistling. The chickens that were originally running around in the courtyard had already fled to nowhere under the wise leadership of the fighting chickens.
"Oh~, since you don't know martial arts, just do some killing single moves honestly. Practice will make you better. Don't do it again. You will frighten my father by doing so."
Liu Cang worked hard to practice his crazy sword skills while rushing in. The door of Cai Yong's room was ajar, protecting Cai Yan beside him, and helplessly watching Liu Cang messing around in the courtyard.
"Hoo~!" Liu Cang staggered a little as he put the knife into his arms.
After turning in circles too many times, Liu Cang pondered whether it would be better to turn the Whirlwind Slash twice less in the future to receive the assassination, or not to use the follow-through chop, which would cause him to feel dizzy.
"I have been practicing the single moves for a long time, and they are a bit boring. I just need to adjust them." His body was slightly tilted to the left, and Liu Cang was very honest and did not label his efforts as martial arts.
After a night's sleep, Liu Cang's body's recovery ability is really incredible. In modern times, it can definitely be regarded as a type of genetic mutation. The fatigue from yesterday's work has been restored after a night's sleep.
Turtle Pond does not need to be fed every day, and the pig food has been prepared for these two days. There is no big work. Liu Cang can also dance with a gun and stick, and practice killing with weapons.
Because no one taught him martial arts, Liu Cang usually just did some basic movements of chopping, slashing, and smashing. Most of his swords, guns, and sticks were replaced by wood and stone models. Yesterday, the clan elder gave him an iron knife, and that's how today's scene happened.
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"You can't adjust like this, you..." Seeing Liu Cang holding the iron knife in his hand and holding the sword in his hand, and then looking at Liu Cang who made a slit in his shirt at some point, Cai Yong shook his head and walked into the house.
After a moment, Cai Yong was seen walking out with a book in his hand.
"My father is not good at fighting formations, and you don't like sword dancing. In the early years, my father got an ancient book, which shows some warrior skills." Cai Yong said to Liu Cang as he threw the book to Liu Cang.
Liu Cang looked surprised and raised his hand to catch the slip. The bamboo slip was fresh and fresh, and it was obviously written by Cai Yong.
"Flag technique? Dare you practice this thing?" He was excited at first, but then he looked at Cai Yong with a strange look on his face.
Flag? Is this a weapon?
Moreover, the bamboo slips are densely packed with text, and it’s hard for Cai Yong to even memorize such things. Well, that’s not right. He has a photographic memory, so maybe he doesn’t need to memorize it?
"This technique can be traced back to history. There were also bannermen in the pre-Qin Dynasty. I think it is similar to Ge. Your body has good bones and toughness, so you can try it." Cai Yong said casually.
Returner of the banner? Will he release the Holy Light? Liu Cang complained in his heart.
Cai Yong didn't seem to be too interested in this kind of thing. Apparently, he just wanted to see Liu Cang's recovery ability and wasn't afraid of him getting hurt.
Martial arts, there is martial arts these days, but it is somewhat different from what Liu Cang originally knew.
It is also a routine of moves, combining different weapons and different moves to develop force-developing techniques, which involve joints, muscles, and muscle groups to exert force and relieve force.
With the same attack technique, those who are not proficient in martial arts will hit weakly, but those who are proficient in exerting force will break mountains and crack rocks.
It sounds simple, but it isolates the muscles individually and controls the independent force and unloading force of different muscles in the same muscle group.
Opposing tendons that go against the natural consciousness of human beings work together to achieve killing skills that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Simply speaking, these are rules, but it obviously requires long-term practice and accumulation before they can be summed up.
Muscle exertion naturally requires accumulating strength and energy, which means breathing in and out. Well, it's not that weird. It's just to make the movement and breathing more coordinated, so as not to cause the energy to be released or something like that.
This also gave rise to the term qi, but this so-called qi is completely different from the strong qi erupted from karma.
But even these are not things that ordinary people can figure out at will.
It is inevitable that you will injure your muscles and bones if you practice indiscriminately. If your character is stronger and your anger becomes too fierce, it is not impossible to injure your internal organs and cause some kind of 'internal injury'.
This type of skill is either passed down from family to martial artist, and must be refined over several generations. Unfortunately, Liu Cang did not possess either of these skills.
Now that Cai Yong brought out such an ancient book to Liu Cang, Liu Cang estimated that this was probably because he was just messing around. It was all messing around anyway. By practicing this, he would at least be able to understand...
Well, this is not a martial arts novel, and martial arts is not better as it goes back to ancient times. Not to mention flags, even Ge has basically been eliminated from war now.
This book teaches the martial arts of weapons that have been eliminated from the order of regular combat weapons. Is this really okay?
"In ancient times, there were flag soldiers who used flags as blades. The whole body was like a sword and the tail was like a city cone."
"The top is connected with a sharp blade, and the horn is a halberd. Because of its length and weight, anyone who is good at this is a strong man. When encountering a formation, it is designated as breaking the formation, and when meeting the city, it is designated as attacking the city. It is also the focus of the battlefield."
Cai Yong had never practiced this martial art, but he was very clear about its origin.
Attention, isn't it attention? You are carrying the flag.
Liu Cang can guarantee 200% that doing this job is definitely not voluntary!!!
What kind of flag soldier is this? He is simply a dead soldier.
Looking at the bamboo slip in his hand, good guy, if he hadn't called Cai Yong "father" now, Liu Cang would have smashed this bamboo slip in his face.
"You want me to learn this?" Liu Cang said in disbelief.
"All things are connected, and the same is true for martial arts. All are for reference and study. But..." Cai Yong stroked his beard.
"You are too hot-tempered and don't know how to control it. If you continue to practice this cruel way of killing, there may be something wrong. You should use moderation to support it." Cai Yong said with a worried look on his face.
"Bang!" The bamboo slips hit the ground, and Liu Cang glared at Cai Yong.
"Are you coaxing the child!?" Liu Cang shouted angrily because he couldn't bear it anymore.
Cai Yong was stunned. When he saw Liu Cang, his face turned red with anger, and a sneer flashed across his face.
"Be presumptuous, being a father is not just for your own good." Cai Yong had a straight face, but his tone lacked a bit of severity.
Okay, I didn’t try to coax him. This guy is really anxious. Let’s not argue with him today.
Liu Cang was breathing heavily, and when he looked at Cai Yong, whose eyes were obviously wandering, he suddenly felt a little helpless in his heart, and he honestly picked up the bamboo slips on the ground again.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Father, if you want me to study essays, just say so. I didn't say I wouldn't learn." Liu Cang was weak.
Cai Yong simply wanted him to learn the art of flag signaling, so he thought he was arrogant and used some ancient book to seduce his appetite.
Thanks to Cai Yan being obedient and well-behaved, this old guy will never teach children.
It's good to have similar martial arts skills, but you also need to use separate weapons. This thing of yours is said to have the function of storming the city. What do you want me to use to pass it through?
The most irritating thing is that you talk about moderation and harmony. I haven’t even told you a book yet, and you’ve already started telling me a novel? It’s so fantasy!
"Ahem, my son Qian Yizhen had seen this technique in his early years, but it was a killing technique. My father did not coax you." Seeing Liu Cang give in, Cai Yong evaded the important and took the easy.
"Father, this is the art of foot combat." Liu Cang chose the most intuitive explanation and said to Cai Yong.
"Uh, let's take this as a reference." Cai Yong turned his head.
Isn't that right? The Si Ge is very long and heavy for charging into the city. This thing doesn't look like it can be played on a horse.
How can you become a general if you are not good at cavalry? Are you determined to be a leading soldier who charges into battle? Did your father teach you that?
Cai Yong also found that this book seemed to be of little use. No wonder Lu Zhi and Huangfu Song were not interested in it at first.
"Ignoring everything else, are you really willing to focus on studying the essay?" Cai Yong quickly changed the subject and asked Liu Cang.
"Study, why don't you study? I'm not stupid. But for a change, how about we also study Spring and Autumn Period?" Liu Cang bargained.
Liu Cang is not stupid, regardless of whether it is useful or not. He knows very well that as far as Xiwen is concerned, Cai Yong will definitely not let him go.
In this case, stop struggling, be more conscious, choose something more like a novel, and mess around with it first.
Chapter completed!