Sweeping the heavens at the beginning

Qiuxi City, a small fourth-tier city, is unremarkable in the entire Nine Provinces.

However, there are two martial arts families here, one is the Qiu family and the other is the Zhou family.

These two families have been hostile to each other for hundreds of years and have been suppressing each other. In the past few years, it has been fine, but in the past few years, for some reason, the Qiu family has been gradually suppressed by the Zhou family.

Yang Wenxin took Qiu Zhuang just off the plane and changed his left hand to inquire about Zhou's family.

But the whole afternoon passed, except for a few well-known things, Yang Wenxin basically didn't get any useful news.

"Master, why don't we go directly?"

Beside him, Qiu Zhuang asked with a frown.

Yang Wenxin immediately shook his head:
"This is the first lesson I want to give you. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle!"

Qiu Zhuang hesitated for a moment, and after a while he didn't speak anymore, instead he felt thoughtful.

Yang Wenxin nodded with a smile. Although this kid is a little precocious, he is basically a child thinking and obedient.

I'm afraid that if other people encounter this kind of deep hatred, they may have long been eager to sneak in in the middle of the night and kill every single one of Zhou's family.

……

After a day of no results, Yang Wenxin simply took Qiu Zhuang first and opened a room in a barely decent hotel in the city.

I have to say that this city is really too poor, even in the eyes of Yang Wenxin, it is not as good as some county towns.

"Master, start teaching me swordsmanship today!"

Just after entering the hotel, Qiu Zhuang took out a wooden sword from his body with a face of joy, and said with a face of joy.

Yang Wenxin smiled slightly, with a hint of sinister in his eyes:
"Have you completed today's basic skills?"

Yang Wenxin's so-called basic skill is actually swinging a sword.

Among Yang Wenxin's memories about Pineapple Chuuxue, Poluo Chuuxue swung his sword at least [-] times every morning before going to eat, spring and autumn came, and he practiced formal swordsmanship only after several reincarnations.

"Master, I feel useless!"

"Useless?"

Yang Wenxin sneered, took the wooden sword, and then swung it lightly, and the desk lamp not far away was knocked down instantly.

"This... is this sword energy?"

Qiu Zhuang frowned, with a look of disbelief.

"I can't even talk about sword energy, it's just the wind generated by the sword I swung, but this only exerted only one percent of my strength!"

Yang Wenxin rubbed Qiu Zhuang's head, "This is about the basic function, do you still think the basic function is useless now?"

"Useful, useful!"

Qiu Zhuang nodded again and again, and a frenzy flashed in his eyes.

Just the wind from swinging the sword can knock down the desk lamp, and this is only one percent of Yang Wenxin's strength. If he uses all his strength, will he pay it back?
Qiu Zhuang took the wooden sword again and began to swing it.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

The sword fell with all its strength, and then drew the sword back.

After countless sword strikes, sweat began to appear on Qiu Zhuang's forehead, and the sweat became more and more dense.

Until the end, beads of sweat the size of beads gathered one after another and fell to the ground.

Qiu Zhuang's feet soon had a piece of the floor wet.

"Here, wipe off your sweat and drink your saliva!"

Yang Wenxin handed Qiu Zhuang a white towel and a cup of boiled water, and picked up another white towel to wipe the floor wet with Qiu Zhuang's sweat.

When he looked up, Qiu Zhuang had already wiped off his sweat and drank water.

"continue!"

Yang Wenxin nodded lightly, and Qiu Zhuang picked up the wooden sword again and began to swing it.

Minutes passed by.

After about three or four hours, Ten Thousand Swords finally came to an end.

At this time, Qiu Zhuang was already exhausted like a dog, lying on the bed and panting continuously.

"Get up, take two steps!"

Yang Wenxin immediately pulled it up, "I just rested after practicing the sword, do you want something wrong with your body?"

After hearing Yang Wenxin's stern voice, Qiu Zhuang immediately got up and started walking around the house, but the speed was like that of an old turtle, and he completely lost the vitality of a child.

After walking for about two or three minutes, Qiu Zhuang suddenly fell to the ground.

Yang Wenxin was taken aback, and immediately stepped forward to check, but just as he came to the front, he heard the kid snoring.

"This brat is actually asleep!"

Yang Wenxin smiled slightly, picked Qiu Zhuang up and put him on the bed, and planned to cover him with a quilt to let him have a good rest for a while.

But at this moment, Yang Wenxin suddenly noticed that Qiu Zhuang's right arm holding the sword actually oozed a little blood.

It is caused by the constant friction between the sword and the hand, and every person who practices swords will have it. After a long time, calluses will appear here.

Some masters of sword practice even specialize in constantly renewing the cocoons and polishing them, so that they can grasp the sword more stably and comfortably during actual combat.

Yang Wenxin shook his head, and somewhat helplessly took the bag at the side, and then took out a brown vial and a pack of cotton swabs from it.

This is what Yang Wenxin expected a long time ago, so he prepared the potion before that, which can heal the wound overnight and help Qiu Zhuang to grow cocoons quickly.

Originally accepting Qiu Zhuang as an apprentice was just Yang Wenxin's temporary idea, but after two or three days of getting along, Yang Wenxin inexplicably has a strong affection for this kid.

Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and filial piety, this kid almost has it all.

Moral, intellectual, physical and artistic, this kid is not bad either.

Most importantly, Yang Wenxin still had an inexplicable sense of pride when teaching this kid.

Look, this future master of swordsmanship was taught by me, Yang Wenxin!
"Bang bang bang~"

Just as Yang Wenxin was looking at the sleeping Qiuzhuang, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Yang Wenxin glanced at the door, and then at Qiu Zhuang. Fortunately, he didn't wake up the kid.

Now Yang Wenxin covered Qiu Zhuang with a quilt and went out.

Outside the door, there was already a group of people standing at some point, the leader was a young man in a Tang suit, and beside him was a middle-aged man with a secret smile on his face.

"Young Master Zhou, this is the kid who has been inquiring about the Zhou family all day today!"

As soon as he saw Yang Wenxin open the door, the middle-aged man pointed at Yang Wenxin and said to the young man.

This middle-aged man, Yang Wenxin, knew him as the driver of the taxi he took when he got off the plane. On the way, Yang Wenxin asked the driver a lot about the Zhou family.

For this reason, Yang Wenxin also paid the driver 300 yuan as a thank you.

It's just that he didn't expect that the driver actually wanted to earn two ends of the money. The one side told Yang Wenxin about the Zhou family's news, and the other side contacted the Zhou family.

"Boy, what are you trying to inquire about about our Zhou family?"

The young man raised his eyebrows and asked arrogantly.

Yang Wenxin smiled slightly and said:

"Of course it's to trouble the Zhou family!"