He saw an iron fellow that was taller than a person standing at his door. Under the Xuan Tie helmet, two bean-sized round eyes could be seen. Its eyes were emitting a deep purple color that was unique to the burning of Violet Gold. It looked particularly frightening, enough to be the main character of a ghost story in the middle of the night.
The iron fellow stared straight ahead, blankly looking over Changgeng's head. It stared behind him, lifted a bowl-sized claw, and knocked on his door like a woodpecker. It did not stop, it simply could not stop.
Changgeng's three souls and seven spirits were still fluttering in the air, acting out what it meant to be infatuated. He did not have time to wake up, but when he saw this scene, the hairs on his body that had not been able to lie down all night stood up again.
He took a deep breath and quickly took a step back, grabbing the sword at the door.
At this moment, Gu Yun popped his head out from behind the iron fellow, and asked excitedly, "Is it fun?"
Changgeng, "…"
Fun my ass!
"The family generals and guards do not dare to use their weapons against you. I heard from Uncle Wang that you practice your swordsmanship in the courtyard every day. There is no one to feed you, so it's quite boring," Gu Yun said as he casually poked the back of the iron fellow's neck. The terrifying iron monster docilely quieted down, and obediently nailed to the ground in a daze. Gu Yun raised his hand to touch its big iron head, and smiled at Changgeng, "I'll give you a 'sword puppet' to play with, okay?"
Changgeng did not dare to look at him for too long, so he could only look up at the iron monster that was as motionless as a mountain.
After a moment, he pointed at his chest in a daze, "I, play with it?"
Was he really not going to be played with by it?
Gu Yun pushed the iron puppet to Changgeng's small courtyard, and Changgeng weakly followed behind.
The young man had a guilty conscience. Although he managed to maintain the calmness on his face, he still only dared to glance at Gu Yun when she turned around. After a few more glances, Changgeng realized that Gu Yun was dressed very skimpily.
In the early winter morning, the wind had already turned into frost. Gu Yun was only wearing a half-new robe. She bent slightly when she fiddled with the iron puppet, and her waistline seemed to be even slimmer than Changgeng had imagined.
Soon, Changgeng realized that he was looking at something he shouldn't be looking at. He quickly turned his head away and asked, "You didn't go out today?"
Gu Yun: "Yes, it's a break."
Changgeng was silent for a while, but he couldn't help but ask, "Why are you dressed like this? Aren't you cold?"
"Don't be long-winded like Shen Yi. Come here quickly." Gu Yun waved his hand at him and turned the iron monster around. He patted its hard shoulder and said, "This is a variant of the Iron Puppet. It's different from the ordinary ones that guard the house. It's also called the Sword Puppet. Many children of aristocratic families in the capital have it as their first instructor. I used it when I was a child. It knows several sets of basic swordsmanship and has seven acupoints on its body: head, neck, chest, abdomen, shoulder, arm, and leg. If you can stab any one of the first four acupoints, it will stop immediately. But if you touch the last three, you have to be careful. Even if you hit the shoulder and arm acupoints, it can still move its legs and can hit you at any time. If you want to lock it, you have to stab any one of the acupoints on the shoulder, arm, and leg. How about you try?"
Try it. "Gu Yun's explanation wasn't long. After a few words, she immediately entered the simple and crude practice," Hold your sword properly. "
Before she finished speaking, the iron puppet had already moved. Its eyes shone brightly with purple light. It suddenly took a step forward and slashed down with its sword.
Changgeng wasn't in the right state. He hadn't even pulled out his sword and hurriedly jumped back a few steps in a flurry.
However, the iron puppet didn't give him any room to breathe. Once it was activated, it immediately began to chase after him endlessly. In the blink of an eye, he was already forced to the corner of the courtyard.
Changgeng had nowhere to hide. He could only grit his teeth, hold the sword with both hands, and swing it upwards. The two iron swords collided. Changgeng's wrist shook violently, and the heavy sword fell from his hand. His hot sweat had just disappeared, but cold sweat broke out again. He subconsciously leaned back. The iron puppet's sword stopped at a fist on his forehead.
A cold light condensed on the blade.
The courtyard was silent. Only Changgeng's violent gasps and the rumbling sound of the iron puppet's body could be heard.
Gu Yun didn't say a word, nor did she step forward to guide him. She sat at the stone table in the courtyard, took out a small wine cup from her bosom, and untied the wine pot from her waist. She took Changgeng, who was being chased around by the iron puppet, as a side dish.
Changgeng caught a glimpse of the old man from the corner of his eyes, and his whole body felt worse.
On one hand, he was like a little peacock that had just grown up. Before his feathers were fully grown, he already had the urge to "teach him a lesson". On the other hand, he was full of depression. Whenever he saw Gu Yun, he would feel a little dizzy.
The fighting spirit in the youth's chest wavered back and forth between being ignited and extinguished. However, the iron puppet didn't understand the situation. White steam spurted out from its feet, and it slid a few feet away expressionlessly. It turned sideways and assumed a fighting stance. Once again, it pointed its sword at Changgeng.
Changgeng placed the heavy sword on his shoulder and took the initiative to step forward. His mind was desperately recalling the move of Gu Yun using a dagger to deflect his sword back at Yanhui Prefecture.
Gu Yun played with the small wine cup in her hand. She made a "tsk" sound and shook her head as she watched.
The edges of the two iron swords were violently rubbing against each other, causing sparks to fly in all directions. Once again, an unbearable pressure came from the sword hilt. Changgeng's sword wasn't in place, and his strength was exhausted. The heavy sword slipped out of his hand again, and was thrown more than three feet away.
The sword servant puppet was used as a sparring partner, so it wouldn't hurt anyone. The purple light in its eyes dimmed a few times, and it took away the sword that was hanging above Changgeng's head. It slid out again and changed its posture.
Changgeng's forehead was sweating, but he couldn't help but divert his attention to peek at Gu Yun again. He thought in annoyance, "Does he not plan to leave today? What's there to see! "
Gu Yun watched as Changgeng's sword was sent flying again and again. After drinking a pot of cold wine, he switched his two long legs up and down three times. He was very calm. Only when the iron puppet hit Changgeng heavily and sent him flying did he finally stand up calmly.
Changgeng's skin was scraped on the ground, and it was burning. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and there was still some blood. However, he didn't bother to wipe it off because Gu Yun had walked to his side. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at the tall iron puppet in front of her.
Changgeng subconsciously lowered his head, and was so frustrated that he didn't look at her.
"When you panic, your feet will float," Gu Yun said. "If you can't stand firm, no matter how powerful your swordsmanship is, it's like water without a source, a tree without roots."
Changgeng's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his head very seriously.
It was rare for Gu Yun to be so serious. She said faintly, "Get up, I'll teach you."
Changgeng was stunned at first, and then his eyes widened. Without waiting for him to react, Gu Yun had already lifted him up without any explanation. She held his sword-wielding hand from behind and hugged him.
Chang Geng swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and his back tensed up.
Gu Yun whispered, "Relax, don't look at me. Look at your sword."
Before he finished speaking, the iron puppet opposite him had a purple light in its eyes. It whistled over again, and its stomach rumbled like a floating war drum. Once again, it slashed down with its sword.
Even if Changgeng's blood really hid some kind of wildness, it could only be aroused when he was filled with anger and on the line between life and death. After all, this was just sword practice.
For a moment, he couldn't care less about the intimacy that made him uncomfortable. His first reaction was still to retreat. Anyone would have such a reaction when facing such a huge monster.
However, Gu Yun didn't allow him to retreat. Changgeng felt his entire body being pushed up by Gu Yun, and he rushed towards the iron puppet like a fearless marionette. His wrist was embedded in Gu Yun's iron-like palm, and he couldn't help but hand out the heavy sword in his hand. At the moment when the two weapons clashed, Changgeng felt his sword-wielding hand being flipped by Gu Yun at an extremely subtle angle. The iron puppet's downward slash was actually "pried" up.
The cold iron brushed past his shoulder, almost cutting through his sideburns. Changgeng instinctively closed his eyes, thinking that he would directly crash into it.
Gu Yun sighed inwardly, thinking, "This child lacks some vigor. I'm afraid he's not someone who can wield a sword."
The smell of cold iron brushed past the tip of Changgeng's nose, and the iron puppet's elbow was slightly stuck. Gu Yun lifted his leg and kicked Changgeng's knee socket, shouting, "Open your eyes, arm!"
Changgeng's knees went soft, and his leg was bounced out by an external force. The tip of his foot landed squarely on the iron puppet's arm.
The machine made a "click" sound, and the upper arm was locked. Changgeng was only halfway through exhaling when Gu Yun suddenly pressed him down to bend his waist.
A sharp gust of wind brushed past his ear, and with a "weng" sound, the iron puppet's leg swept across the air.
Gu Yun said, "Watch carefully."
He gripped Changgeng's hand tightly, and dragged the youth across the ground in a sharp semicircle. The tip of his sword brushed past the iron puppet's ankle.
With another "click" sound, the iron puppet was completely nailed to the ground.
It maintained the posture of a golden rooster standing on one leg, and the purple light in its eyes flashed. It gradually quieted down and dimmed.
Changgeng's palms were sweaty, and his chest was heaving up and down violently. He didn't even notice when Gu Yun let go of him.
At this moment, he felt the huge gap between him and his little foster father.
Gu Yun calmly flicked the dust off his body. "It's human nature to retreat. If you're facing someone, it's fine to advance and retreat. But remember, if you're facing an iron puppet or heavy armor before you're wearing your armor, you must not retreat at all costs. Because these iron puppets' feet are burning with flowing purple gold, they'll catch up to you if you retreat. At that time, your heart and body will be facing backwards, and it'll be very difficult for you to gather the strength to counterattack in a short period of time. Instead, you'll fall into the enemy's hands in a fluster. "
Changgeng muttered to himself for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Foster father, are you saying that if I encounter an enemy that's much stronger than me, the chances of winning are higher if I advance instead of retreating?"
Gu Yun raised his eyebrows, and asked curiously, "Eh? Why are you calling yourself 'foster father' today? "
Changgeng was good at everything, but he always had a bad mouth, which was very annoying. He kept calling him "Shi Liu".
Gu Yun was born in the first month of the lunar month, and the nickname Shi Liu was given to him by the princess. Other than the princess and the former emperor, even The Old Marquis didn't call him that. Although he didn't mind, it was very awkward to be called "Shi Liu long Shi Liu short" by this little thing all day long.
According to his experience, Gu Yun felt that there were only two situations where he could get this brat to call him "foster father". One was when a blind cat met a dead mouse, and he accidentally made this brat happy. The other was when a blind cat stepped on a dog's tail, and he accidentally angered this brat.
Changgeng looked at him deeply for a while, and said with a complicated expression, "I was insensible in the past, but I won't do it in the future."
He finally realized that he was detestable, despicable, immoral, and incompetent. How could he dare to continue being willful?
Sometimes, it would only take a night for a teenager to "think that he's grown up" to actually grow up.
Even someone as careless as Gu Yun suddenly felt that Changgeng seemed to be different.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
