The sword and the body were inseparable, and the style blossomed in both.
Although Father Chen had made this up, he hadn't said it casually. It had to be known that a play wasn't nonsense, and an adaptation wasn't a fabrication.
In high school, the study of swordsmanship and body techniques was included in PE class under the guidance of a PE teacher. At the university level, the classification would be more detailed.
Before high school, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Schools had a general study program that required students to master the use of one basic weapon, and that weapon was the sword.
Ten thousand "swords" were inseparable, and learning swordsmanship would also benefit from using other weapons.
Before university, the swordsmanship exam had always been a very important part of the exam. In contrast, after university, there were many different types of weapons that could be learned. Apart from students who chose to study swordsmanship, swordsmanship was no longer a compulsory course.
Swordsmanship exams started in the second grade of primary school.
Super Chen was only four years old, but he still had to master the necessary basics.
Wang Ling could imagine how strict Father Chen's training was, especially for children born into an ancient martial arts family. After all, not everyone in this world was like him, who was born knowing everything.
Wang Ling hadn't studied swordsmanship, and didn't have any foundation in it, but he knew the most profound and profound of Sword Dao divine abilities … The advantage of this was that he didn't need to use his sword at all in a fight, and it was almost completely automatic. Thus, he wasn't very willing to use his sword every time he fought, because it gave him no fighting experience at all. Once he used his sword, it was just like a pain in the ass in domestic mobile games.
In contrast, slapping was more satisfying.
That night, at Father Chen's kind invitation, Xiaoling's mom stayed at the dojo for dinner, then went to her shabby little rental house that very night to sort out Xiaoling's clothes and bring them over. These were all old clothes, some of which were gifts. Xiaoling's mom said that there were also diapers that Xiaolongnu had used, but Father Chen didn't know if that was true or not.
Holding these clothes, Father Chen was a little moved. Xiaoling's mom was pretty popular in the neighborhood; apart from those unreasonable people in the Liang family, basically no one made things difficult for her and her mother.
"I'll take good care of her. If Xiaoling's mom misses Xiaoling, you can come over anytime." Father Chen smiled.
Xiaoling's mom felt her nose sting, and her heart was moved. There were a lot of things she wanted to say, but she couldn't bring herself to say them. Father Chen bowed deeply. "Thank you for taking care of me." Xiaoling's mother was most worried about Xiaoling not having anyone to look after her at home. They were in financial difficulties and couldn't afford to go to school or kindergarten.
Xiao Ling was about to reach the age of primary school.
Father Chen's help had in fact solved the mother and daughter's desperate situation.
Of course, Father Chen wasn't a good person. He did pity Xiaoling and her mother, but part of the truth was that Xiaoling's roots were indeed pretty good! Father Chen had noticed this on his way back from the hospital. Although Father Chen's realm wasn't high and was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, he was still a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
However, he had been the owner of the Body Technique Dojo for many years after all. He could see Xiao Ling's talent just by looking at her.
But as Xiaoling's mom had said, Xiaoling hadn't had any formal training before, so she would definitely be at a disadvantage in a real fight with Super Chen.
But Father Chen already had a plan for this problem.
…
The next day, Father Chen prepared two twenty-kilogram sports bracelets for Super Chen to carry more weight. The bracelets looked very small, but were in fact very heavy. Super Chen wasn't prepared when he took them, and his center of gravity shifted forward, almost causing him to fall forward.
"Dad, what's this?" Super Chen asked.
"Weight-bearing bracelets made of a high-density material. They look light, but they're actually very heavy. After that, you can wear them when you train with Xiaoling; it'll be fairer, "Father Chen said.
"Do I really have to fight her …" Super Chen was a little embarrassed.
"Do you think your dad is the Virgin Mary or a living Bodhisattva? As I said yesterday, Xiaoling's roots are pretty good. Both of you have zero foundation in swordsmanship, so she's perfect as your opponent. "
After saying that, Father Chen gave Xiaoling and Super Chen one plastic sword each. Wang Ling knew that these were swords specially used for training, and were especially for Sword Dao novices. When they came into contact with a human body during a spar, the blades would immediately become as soft as jelly, and there was no need to worry about hurting the other party.
But these kinds of training swords weren't cheap. When Wang Ling had checked Father Chen's dojo storeroom before, it had only been filled with wooden swords. These two training swords looked very new, and Father Chen had probably just bought them.
Wang Ling felt that Father Chen lived up to his name; he was loyal to his friends, kept his promises, and knew how to conduct himself. Although Wang Xiaoling's life had been miserable, it was good fortune for her to have met Father Chen.
In some ways, Wang Ling deeply felt that Super Chen had definitely inherited Father Chen's personality. There was no need to do a paternity test for this pair of father and son; they were one hundred percent biological …
But what Wang Ling was particularly curious about was how on earth Super Chen had gotten his blessed mouth attribute.
…
In the dojo, Father Chen had Super Chen and Wang Xiaoling stand opposite each other, and they first greeted and bowed to each other.
Father Chen then started to give pointers on the side, a wooden sword in his hand. "Swordsmanship and body techniques are both the same and different; they both rely on strength and skill. But body techniques focus on strength, while swordsmanship focuses on skill. "
Super Chen and Xiaoling looked at each other with half-understanding expressions on their faces.
Super Chen wasn't wearing a bracelet at the moment. Standing on the spot, Father Chen looked at Super Chen. "Come, Super Chen. Attack me with all your might. " He deliberately didn't directly call Super Chen "son," partly to show his seriousness, and partly to take Xiaoling's feelings into consideration.
It had to be said that Father Chen was really a big, warm man.
"Aiya!"
Super Chen gritted his teeth, raised the sword in his hand high and slashed down at Father Chen. Wang Ling was startled by this sudden shout, but it had to be said that this was indeed Super Chen's hot-blooded personality.
Father Chen stood still on the spot as he casually parried with the wooden sword. Then, with a "bang," Super Chen's training sword was directly sent flying by Father Chen's Swimming Dragon Raising Its Head.
"Look at the scale on your sword," Father Chen said.
Super Chen checked it.
There was a scale on the hilt of the training sword, which showed roughly how much strength had been used in the blow just now.
Super Chen's scale read: "Ten kilograms."
Of course, this wasn't Super Chen's full strength.
"Super Chen, Xiaoling, look at mine." Father Chen handed them the wooden sword, which was also equipped with a scale.
The blow that had sent Super Chen flying just now had actually only used 50g, which was about the weight of an egg …
Super Chen was a little incredulous. "This …"
"It's not enough to learn to use a sword just by using brute force," Father Chen said with a smile.
At that moment, Super Chen and Xiaoling nodded heavily.
Of course, this wasn't Wang Ling's intention.
Although he was in Xiaoling's body, if he didn't want to move, Xiaoling's body would move on its own based on Super Chen's memory.
Right now, it was as if he was experiencing a first-person game with a movie plot.
For Wang Ling, this could be considered a pretty good experience during the boring summer vacation.
"Come, Xiaoling, it's your turn. Come and experience the wonders of skill." At that moment, Father Chen suddenly turned his head and said to Wang Xiaoling.
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