People are in Douluo, and they are chased by the Silver Dragon King at the beginning

Chapter 223 The Origin of the Sword
It was this sadness that overflowed his face, a complex expression that Gong Zihan couldn't guess.

"Start swinging the sword, I will count for you."

After Gong Zihan started to swing his sword, Jing Ling counted for him.The first [-] strokes could be done with Gong Zihan's current arm strength, but after [-] strokes, he felt a little strenuous.

Because he was still too young, his body's explosiveness was not strong, and he didn't have any strong force to maintain his arm strength, which led to these two hundred sword swings, and he had reached the limit of his body.

His little face was flushed, and his short hands were also red, and the wooden sword suddenly became extremely heavy.

When he still had strength, the wooden sword wasn't too heavy, but after his strength was gone and his arm reached its limit, the wooden sword was too heavy for him.

Jingling kept looking at him, and said coldly: "Take a rest for half an hour, then continue to swing, there are no more than three hundred strokes without stopping."

Jing Ling also considered his body.He is still developing now, she can't act too hastily, she can only let him adapt slowly.

Swinging the sword a thousand times is just the beginning, and there are more difficult trainings waiting for him.

Jing Ling smiled suddenly, and the back of Gongzi Han who put down the wooden sword and began to rest felt cold, and the joy of rest suddenly disappeared.

He could sense that something bad was waiting for him.

"Don't be afraid."

Jing Ling patted him on the shoulder, her voice softened, "Master did all this for your own good."

Playful emotions flashed in her brown eyes, this child is really cute.

"After three hundred blows, you can rest for another half an hour, and then five hundred blows will start. Today's task can be completed."

Jingling gave him time to accept, and the half an hour between the two hundred and three hundred strokes was to train him.Only by persevering can he finish the thousand strokes very quickly.

Jing Ling thinks that she is not a gentle person, and as a teacher of others, she is naturally very strict, and she will not lower her requirements because of Gong Zihan's identity and age.

There is a saying that is true, strict teachers produce excellent apprentices.

Gong Zihan let go of the wooden sword, and he felt that his hands were no longer his own.The arm that was originally soft and white was now a patch of red.

He sat on a chair, put his hands on the table, and a hot feeling emerged from his hands and spread all over his body.It was the first time he had experienced this uncomfortable feeling, and his little face wrinkled.

He felt that life was unkind to him.

But after thinking about it, this is the price he has to pay.

In order to become stronger, he can endure these pains.

Young Master Han narrowed his eyes slightly, the sour feeling was really unbearable.

"Drink a cup of tea, this tea is like this life with mixed feelings, sometimes bitter tea is like this life is painful and uncomfortable." Jing Ling pointed out something, her tone was very heavy.

It seems that swordsmanship does not require an epiphany to realize the truth of life, but it is actually different.Ancient swordsmen realized the powerful sword intent from life, and thus created sword techniques with matching mind techniques, which can be passed on from generation to generation.

The only shortcoming is that this kind of swordsmanship and mentality require a certain amount of talent to learn.It is very difficult for ordinary people to achieve a little achievement in swordsmanship, because learning swords depends on talent, not doubled effort.

She taught Gong Zihan these principles in the hope that he could go further.

Just learning the inherited swordsmanship is not enough to become a famous swordsman in the world.Only swordsmen who can create their own swordsmanship and use them can be famous all over the world.

Epiphany, imparting the truth, is an opportunity to create one's own swordsmanship.

However, Gong Zihan is too young, and his knowledge and age limit his epiphany.

Jingling sighed helplessly in her heart.It's still early, step by step, this child is extremely malleable, and she can perfectly train him.

Gong Zihan looked over, he nodded blankly, he couldn't understand these words.

Isn't this tea bitter?Still involved in life?
"Taste it."

Jingling put the teacup in his hand and let him drink it by himself.

Gong Zihan, who was already tired and breathing heavily, reluctantly drank it, the bitter taste filled his throat as soon as he took it, and he choked.

He does not appreciate tea.

"Look."

Jing Ling said lightly, and Gong Zihan's reaction was within her expectation.

"There is a reason why children don't like tea."

Jing Ling looked at him with a smile on her face, "It will be a long time before you swing your sword next time."

Half an hour is the time for two sticks of incense.Jingling took out a stick of incense from a table not far away and lit it.

"Remember, when the two sticks of incense burn out, it's time for your next training."

When it comes to training, Jing Ling's expression becomes serious.

She couldn't let him relax a bit.

"Yes."

Gong Zihan nodded, he also looked at the stick of incense, and said, "Teacher, can you tell me your past story? I want to learn more about this world."

The scope of his activities is only here in Xianyang Palace, and he has never left the palace, let alone seen the outside world.

The scenery in the eyes of others is what he envies at this time.

Hearing this, Jingling was silent for a while, and then said: "Actually, the outside world is not as good as you imagined, but rather complicated. Compared with the outside world, the palace is already very good."

"Once you get involved in external disputes, you will find that things are far more complicated than you imagined."

Sadness flashed across Jing Ling's eyes, "Life and death often happen overnight."

"Your innocence and kindness will disappear in the outside world. This is a troubled world, and it is also a world waiting for stability." Jing Ling picked up the saber at her waist, "Instead of chatting with these two incense sticks, why don't you listen to me?" The understanding of the sword. The sword is a murder weapon, and swordsmanship is the art of killing."

"The sword can be regarded as the king of a hundred soldiers. It is a symbol of power and a sharp weapon. The sword has a unique status in troubled times. Nine out of ten strong men wear swords."

"For thousands of years, people have mastered swordsmanship, and countless sword sects have emerged. Among them, the most famous is Guigu's vertical and horizontal swordsmanship. Guigu's vertical and horizontal swordsmanship is for: once angry, the princes are afraid, and they live in peace. Then the world rests."

"Ghost Valley Zongheng Swordsmanship is the supreme swordsmanship, and it is the strongest school of swordsmanship."

Guigu's vertical and horizontal swordsmanship is famous all over the world, but there are only two people in each generation.

"The biggest difference between vertical and horizontal swordsmanship and other swordsmanship is that there are only two disciples in each generation. One is vertical and the other is horizontal. There is a winner between the two. To be precise, when they learn The moment they practiced the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, their fate was already decided. Only one of them can survive, and the one who survives will inherit the ghost valley, and will pass on the ghost valley's vertical and horizontal swordsmanship again."

Guigu's vertical and horizontal swordsmanship is not only rigorous in practice, but also full of cruelty.

"Then are there any taboos in self-forgetful swordsmanship?"

After hearing this, Young Master Han's eyes were full of surprise.

"Forget-self swordsmanship is difficult to practice, and there are no taboos. Compared with vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, this forget-self swordsmanship will be more difficult."

Jing Ling sighed, "With your talent, you might be able to reach the tenth level."

Except for the patriarch who founded the sect, who has reached the tenth level of selfless swordsmanship.They urgently need a genius to practice to the tenth level.

"No taboo is the best."

"No taboo doesn't mean it's great, because the multiplication of difficulty is not as easy as you think."

Jing Ling shook her head, surprised at Gong Zihan's innocence.

"Is the teacher afraid of these?" Young Master Han asked calmly, his expression unchanged.

"I'm not afraid."

"That apprentice will not be afraid. If you give up because of difficulty, then there will be no easy things in the world. Someone must go ahead and learn these things that others think are extremely difficult."

Gong Zihan's tone was very flat, just to explain this fact.

"Then work hard."

Jingling felt relieved that this apprentice was not only good-natured, but also good-natured.

If he hadn't been born in the royal family, such a seedling would not be her turn, and the faction of Guigu Zongheng alone would be enough for her to eat a pot.

"Teacher, I still want to listen."

Gong Zihan is full of interest in the sword sect Jingling mentioned.

"Knowing so much is not a good thing for you now." Jingling's tense face eased, a little smile appeared, and a touch of doting flashed in her eyes.

"The sword is not ruthless, but sentient, no matter which sword school it is."

"Apprentice, remember."

"Learning the sword is not to make you a person who uses force and violence, but to make you have the benevolence to save the world. It is not the goodness of a saint, but the goodness of wisdom."

"Remember, the sword is the same as your heart. The moment you hold it, it is different."

Jingling's words are beyond comprehension for the present Gong Zihan.

"Okay, it's half an hour, you can start."

Jingling glanced at the stick of incense. She had already burned a stick of incense, and she lit a new stick of incense.Time passed quietly in their conversation.

Once people's energy is distracted, it is very likely that they will not pay attention to other things.

The corner of Young Master Han's mouth twitched, he still picked up the wooden sword as appointed, and swung the wooden sword again.

He stood firm and swung his sword vigorously as if he was about to run away.While swinging the sword, his arm strength was also growing.

When the limit of the human body is reached, it is easy for the human body to adapt.This half an hour is for him to rest for a while, and then wield the wooden sword in a new state.

Jingling stared at him intently, counting gently.At this moment, it is extraordinarily harmonious and peaceful.

Three hours later, he finally finished his thousand swings today and sat on the chair dripping with sweat.

He was out of breath, making Jingling's face full of smiles.

"Han, you still need to work harder. One thousand strokes is just the beginning of sword practice."

"It will be more difficult in the future, you have to be prepared."

These thousand blows are just appetizers, let him get used to it for a while.When his physique catches up, Jing Ling will change his policy.

"I understand."

Young Master Han nodded.

"Now it depends on my swordsmanship, and how well you can copy it depends on your talent."

Jing Ling opened the saber from the scabbard. It was a sword with a blue body, a sharp body, a slightly curved hilt, and a red gemstone inlaid with it.

As soon as it appeared, Gong Zihan's gaze changed instantly.His gaze on the sword was full of longing and joy.

He likes this sword.

"This is a sword that I got by chance. There is only one name in the sword manual. When you get older, maybe King Qin will find a strange sword for you."

Qin Wang Yingzheng's move must be a masterpiece.She dared to guarantee that Gong Zihan's saber would be better than hers.

This is the belief in King Qin's ability to win the government.

"Hold this wooden sword for now."

Jingling looked at his pitiful expression, and suddenly felt that he was much cuter. This kid is quite interesting.

"Take your time, you should practice the basics first."

Gong Zihan nodded without any objection.There is a beginning and an end to doing things, and he has decided that he must overcome this difficulty if he wants to learn swordsmanship.

For several days in succession, Jing Ling paid close attention to him, otherwise he would be allowed to relax for a moment.Only with continuous efforts will the foundation be solid.

On the fifth day, Fusu came to him right after school.

After seeing Young Master Han learning swordsmanship, Fusu's expression changed, and he looked at him happily, "Han, your talent is better than I imagined."

Fusu didn't have the talent to learn swords, so he didn't waste time on learning swords, but put his energy on reading.

"Brother, I envy your talent for reading even more." Gong Zihan said while waving his sword.

In just five days, he was able to successfully swing three thousand times a day, the changes can be described as great.

"Anyone can read books, not necessarily swords." Fu Su shook his head, he was still very envious of Han.

He learned things that Fusu didn't even dare to think about, which made Fusu very relieved and happy.

"You want to learn sword too?" Jing Ling, who was standing aside, glanced at him lightly, "The eldest son Fusu."

She had met the eldest son Fusu, and was not unfamiliar with his appearance, on the contrary, Fusu had never met her, and was very strange to her.

"This master..." Fusu looked up at her, "How do you know my name?"

Obviously, he and Thirteenth Brother didn't mention each other's names when talking, so his identity shouldn't be associated.

"I've seen you."

Jing Ling said calmly, "I don't have the talent to learn swords, so I can learn some moves to protect myself. You don't need to know internal strength."

Learning to sword is naturally to drive the sword with the internal force generated by the mind.Young Master Fusu didn't have the talent to learn the sword, so naturally he didn't have such a thing as internal strength.

"These moves can be driven without internal force, do you want to learn?"

Jingling's words hit Fusu's heart like a thunderbolt.

Fusu's face changed instantly, and his breathing also changed.

If there is such a move that can be learned without internal strength, Fusu is naturally willing to learn it.

It's just... Young Master Fusu looked at Young Master Han, he thought she was a swordsmanship master specially invited by his father, and the swordsmanship master of Thirteenth Brother.

If he lets her teach, will it delay Thirteenth Brother's learning of swordsmanship?
Young Master Fusu thought complicatedly in his heart.

"Brother, if you want to learn, learn." Gong Zihan said instantly.

"Don't worry about me."

Young Master Han knew what he was thinking when he saw the embarrassed look on Young Master Fusu's face.

(End of this chapter)