Let's not talk about whether it was old or not.
Anyway, it was fragrant and slippery.
In the afternoon, after Jiang He finished moving the bricks, Xu Qing was eager to learn swordsmanship. Hand boxing could strengthen the body, and the three-foot long sword could be used to show off and fulfill his Wuxia dream.
The Zhaoke wore a beard tassel, and the Wu hook shone like frost and snow. He killed a person every ten steps, and did not leave a trace for a thousand miles.
Although he could not casually cut people now, it was okay to think about it. He imagined himself standing on the top of a mountain with a sword in his hand, his white clothes fluttering in the wind, his hands behind his back, and sighed, "The world has changed."
Then the sound of the sword rang out everywhere, and the sword light shone on nineteen continents.
Speaking of swordsmanship, Xu Qing's favorite was still the description in "Third Young Master's Sword". Yan Shisan's fifteenth move was supposed to be a move that transcended the limits and nature, and was already invincible in the world. However, when he used it, the situation took a sudden turn for the worse. He used this move to kill himself because this move was too terrifying.
Although it was a little ridiculous, when he first read up to this point, Xu Qing was as confused as Xie Xiaofeng when he saw Yan Shisan's corpse. He stared blankly for a while before sighing.
Of course, Jiang He's swordsmanship did not have the spirit and spirit in the novel. It was just a sword move that focused on killing the enemy, which was straightforward and efficient. Xu Qing was still in high spirits and asked Jiang He to teach him how to wield the sword.
If he did not really like Wuxia, he would not have grabbed the opportunity to work on ancient Wuxia dramas for several years, from university to now.
"That's it?"
Xu Qing held the long sword in his hand and always wanted to hack it. It was just like when he was a child holding a stick and could not help but want to swing it. Could it be that with a white blade in hand, the desire to kill arose?
He slowly spun two rounds according to the movements taught by Jiang He and felt that the sword was quite heavy.
"With the wrist as the axis, erect the sword on both sides of the arm, forward and down close to the body in a circle, and the force reaches the tip of the sword …" Jiang He held his hand and taught him patiently.
Sword Flower was the basic skill of practicing swordsmanship. It was called flower, but it was not really a flower. To be precise, it should be called Sword Flick.
This was a kind of technique and not just a fancy move, because at the tip of the sword, the speed was very fast. Using the strength of the wrist to gather at the tip of the sword, if the sword was used accurately, the sword could easily cut through iron. The effect was not something that chopping and stabbing could compare to.
After learning how to draw the sword, Jiang He left Xu Qing alone to practice. After he had figured out the technique of wrist strength, he would learn other basic sword moves such as striking, stabbing, blocking, and washing.
No matter which one it was, it all depended on the strength of the wrist. As for footwork, the foundation of the Hand Rubbing Fist was barely enough.
"If you want to familiarize yourself with it, you'll have to spend a few hours … a few hours every day. You'll have to memorize the moves and turn them into instincts. That way, when someone attacks you, you won't even have to think about it and you'll naturally find the most suitable way to neutralize the counterattack. If you still need to think about it, someone will stab you to death with a sword before you can react," Jiang He sat in front of the computer and took some time to look at Xu Qing as he instructed earnestly.
"So you guys rely on instincts to fight?"
"You can say that. Practicing martial arts is to train all kinds of moves into instincts. Apart from talent, it's also about who has faster reflexes. No reaction can beat instincts. If you swing your sword like that, I don't even need to think about it to hit …"
Xu Qing felt a chill down his spine when he heard what she said. He quickly said, "Wait, wait, wait, don't say such a scary thing. I'm just practicing for fun. I didn't poke at anyone."
He did not even know how to bring his sword out of the house. If he did, he would be caught by Qin Hao.
He was just entertaining himself at home. In the future, he might find a company to work according to what Xu Wenbin said. If there was a talent show or something …
Performing punches was silly, but the sword was different. It was rustling.
When he first let Jiang He in, he seemed to have wanted to get some martial arts manuals from him. Now, his wish was fulfilled. Although it was useless, he liked it.
It was just a hobby, the same as watching TikTok and reading novels.
Xu Qing practiced very seriously for more than an hour. His wrist was tired and sore. He stopped while rubbing his arm. He took out a pile of iron rings and continued to pinch them with pliers.
If he did not do it now, he would have to accompany Jiang He for an hour of live streaming at night. After that, he would have to watch videos. He basically had no time.
His life had unknowingly become very fulfilling. The main thing was that he had taken on a lot of things. UP, movie reviews, stock speculation, martial arts practice. Each of these required time to accumulate. Fortunately, they were all semi-recreational. He could do all of them with Jiang He. Xu Qing also enjoyed it. He pinched the iron rings together and fixed half of his sleeves. Chainmail progress + 1. Then, he turned on his computer and recorded a video. He uploaded it to his homepage and reported the progress to the few netizens who followed him.
Seven o 'clock in the evening.
Jiang He put on his jacket, tied up his hair, tidied up his gaming equipment, and started the live streaming on time.
Xu Qing turned on the TV and stretched his legs. He went to stand behind Jiang He on time as punishment.
[Coming, coming! ]
[Why does it feel like the position is the same as yesterday? ]
[Don't tell me you haven't moved for a day and a night? ]
[Someone said you haven't moved for a day and a night.] Jiang He turned on the music and stretched his wrist, preparing to PK.
Hmph!
Xu Qing ignored him. A group of mortals. What do they know about physical fitness?
Lie like a bow, stand like a pine tree. Don't move or shake. Sit like a bell. Walk like the wind.
He was now a pine tree. Everyone knew that trees could not move.
But they could wait for people to climb.
[Host, are you talking to him? ]
[Why is he ignoring you? ]
[Because he doesn't like to talk. He only likes to stand still.]
Jiang He thought for a while and added, "He's like that Feng Yuxiu. He's a martial arts fanatic."
Xu Qing's eyebrows twitched imperceptibly. Jiang He also learned to talk nonsense?
One is marked by the company one keeps. Don't tell me he'll be like him in the future?
[Feng Yuxiu kicks wooden stakes every day. Let him kick one too. ]
The audience thought it was interesting. There were few people who liked martial arts these days, but not none. A few years ago, there were people who went to Wudang to film the whole process and stayed there to learn martial arts.
It would be amazing if they could kick a wooden stake. They could watch two streams in the same room. It would be worth it.
[Has anyone seen him move? Why do I feel like he's a fake? ]
The comments flew by.
Hu Datong: [Actually, it's a wax figure. ]
Lan Qiu: [Yes, it's a wax figure. I can prove it.] ]
There were about twenty people in the live broadcast room. They were the ones who had come to watch before.
[Why don't you guys try this position too. You'll be lucky if you can last ten minutes. How can a person stand still for such a long time?] Hu Datong could not help but laugh as he lay on the bed. He had tried to imitate the live broadcast the day before yesterday. In the end, his hands were sore and his legs were trembling after a few minutes.
If he had not seen Xu Qing speak the first time he came in, he would have thought this guy was a fake.
"You can't practice this randomly. It will hurt your body if you practice it incorrectly." Jiang He pressed on the keyboard and took some time to explain, "Just watch it. Don't learn it randomly. He learned the position for a long time, but it was not right. He was corrected many times before he reached this level."
The number of people in the live broadcast room fluctuated. There were more than twenty people now. Jiang He was already very satisfied. If this continued, there would be hundreds, then thousands.
As long as there were a few thousand people watching, she could earn more than moving bricks. This was what Xu Qing said. Jiang He was not in a hurry. She was very patient. She had to wait for the crops to ripen. There had never been a success in one step.
Moreover, this growth rate was always accelerating. The more people there were, the more it would increase. Her mission was to play the game well and wash the arena with blood while wearing an ugly hat …
[F * ck, the streamer has never lost before. Did you guys notice? ]
[Really? I didn't notice. I kept looking at the guy behind me. ]
[What's there to look at if he doesn't move? ]
[I want to see if he will blink. ]
[+ 1]
[+ 1]
…
The phone on the other side of the table suddenly rang. Xu Qing turned his head to look. He had no choice but to stop his stance and pick up the phone. It was Wang Zijun.
"Hello?"
"F * ck, what are you doing over there?"
"What do you mean what?" Xu Qing was confused.
"I'm at Li Gaobo's place. I saw your live broadcast … F * ck, f * ck, what's that? Are you practicing the Sunflower Manual? " Wang Zijun stared at the image of Jiang He playing games on the computer screen. When he saw Xu Qing leave the camera, he felt like he was going to die.
Xu Qing glanced at the computer screen and laughed. "F * ck you. Are you okay? If not, I'm hanging up. I'm not done practicing yet. "
"You're really something … Let's eat some other day! I'll go out and have fun. When I come back, you'll be practicing the Sunflower Manual. "
"I'm hanging up!"
After hanging up, Xu Qing stood back and looked at the image of Jiang He's live broadcast. A row of comments floated past.
[He's alive! ]
[He's looking at me! ]
[It feels so creepy for some reason …]
It seemed like they were all looking at him, not at Jiang He playing games … Something was not right.
Xu Qing scratched his head and took a step back to continue practicing.
There were many kinds of stances. Tai Chi, Health Stance, Eight Extremities Stance … There were many on the market. Even traditional martial arts masters knew a few stances. He was not afraid that others would see him practicing.
[Young Master Wang Dashao has entered the live broadcast room.]
[Young Master Wang Dashao gifted me Wings of the Sky x1.]
[Young Master Wang Dashao: "Stand for one more hour. I'll help you play a few more. ]
[Boss, 666]
[I want to see how long he can stand too.]
[Amazing …]
"…"
Jiang He was a little confused. He turned around and said, "Someone asked you to stand for one more hour to play that … thing worth a hundred thousand beans."
"Who is it?"
"Young Master Wang, you're a playboy."
What the hell … Xu Qing almost went over to call Wang Zijun.
What a troublemaker.
"I'm not doing it. I said one more hour."
"Oh." Jiang He looked back at the screen and shook his head. "He said he's not doing it."
"You don't have to repeat yourself. They can hear us," Xu Qing said.
"Oh …"
Jiang He did not say anything else. She looked at the gift she had just received and blinked. This seemed to be earned by Xu Qing. It had nothing to do with her.
There was something wrong with the way things were developing.
She ignored the group of people in the live broadcast room and immediately started the next duel. Since it was already broadcast, she could not drag Xu Qing over to play. She ran over to stand.
At the end of the hour, the livestream had more than 50 viewers at its peak. Those who came first were trying to fool those who came later, and the topics were all about Zhong Kui and Xu Qing. Jiang He was like a small, invisible figure in the background, painstakingly playing games.
Weak, pitiful, and helpless.
"They seem to be watching you. No one noticed that I won so many times." Jiang He closed the live broadcast room and said gloomily.
"You're mistaken. They're watching you play and then talking about me when they have nothing to do. Otherwise, no one would watch me if I opened a live broadcast and stood there for an hour doing nothing." Xu Qing comforted her as he took the phone to condemn Wang Zijun.
"Is that so?"
"Yes. Otherwise, wouldn't they think I'm crazy if they saw me standing there motionless?"
Jiang He thought it made sense and felt better.
It would be too pitiful for a heroine to collapse before she was halfway through her career.
"I'm playing games with you so you don't get nervous. Also, if I don't appear on camera, it will be a little troublesome if the platform notices. The main point is still you playing games. Don't think too much."
"How much is the gift?"
"About a hundred yuan. You get a few dozen."
"A few dozen?" Jiang He had just seen the price of a hundred thousand gold beans. It seemed expensive.
"Yeah, because you didn't sign the contract, the platform takes a cut. I'll sign the contract too. That … we'll talk about it later. As long as you do well, they'll send an internal letter to see if you want to sign the contract. There will be a lot of rules and conditions after signing the contract, which is not good.
… You recorded it just now, right? You can upload it. It's the same as my videos. In the future, as long as people watch it, there will be income. A thousand views will be around 1.50 to 3 yuan. We'll be in the same industry. "
Xu Qing handed the task of uploading the video to her. She had to learn everything anyway, so there was no harm in learning the skills. He took out the pliers and iron rings and continued working.
As for the contract, he should be the one signing it. This live broadcast room was his to begin with, but the contract could not be signed without Jiang He. Putting that aside, Xu Qing did not want to be restricted by those conditions. He had to livestream a certain number of hours a month …
It was better to be a dove.
Currently, there were roughly three types of live broadcast platforms. The best was to sign a contract with the platform. There would be a basic salary, recommendations, a lot of resources, and a reasonable share of the gifts. However, the number was very small. One had to be very capable to be chosen by the platform.
The second type was to sign a contract with a management company. This was more of a scam. The platform would take half of the income first, and the management company would split the rest with the host. Although there would be companies to help promote, increase popularity, and give gifts, the wool comes from the sheep …
Moreover, there were many scammers. One contract would last for several years. If one felt that it was too much of a scam, they would have to pay a penalty if they wanted to quit. Some scammer companies relied on the penalty to survive, heh … Tui!
The third type was the one that Xu Qing had chosen. A freelancer. He could broadcast wherever and whenever he wanted. He had complete freedom. However, there were not many promotion resources. It was difficult to develop. The share of gifts was also very strict. The biggest advantage was freedom.
Xu Qing was counting on Jiang He to be a gourmet host in the future. He was just following her around to familiarize himself with her. Even if he made it big and the platform sent an invitation to sign a contract, he would have to consider it carefully.
The share of gifts was a small thing when he was not popular. As long as he recorded the video and became popular in the future, he would be able to get some income without giving gifts. Now, it was not a waste of time.
Jiang He was not in a hurry to upload the video. She used double speed to review her own live video. She found that Xu Qing looked very funny standing at the back. She thought for a while and said, "Do you want to try standing for half an hour? Then leave half an hour to make your armor?"
"No … I don't think so." Xu Qing looked at the work in his hands. He thought about the scene of making a chainmail armor in the live broadcast. He shook his head and said, "There's nothing to see. Practicing stances is a novelty. Manual work is boring. This is different. If I made more than half of it and hung it on the side, it might be effective and make people look forward to it. Now there's only half a sleeve. No one knows what I'm doing."
"Oh, you think too much."
"You think too much now."
"Is it a lot?"
"Much better than before." Xu Qing thought about her changes and smiled unconsciously.
She had learned to talk nonsense. She still wanted to seal Yu Xiu …
"I'm going to be in the same line as you!" Jiang He uploaded the first video. She was a little excited. Although she did not know how the video uploads made money, she felt like she was catching up to Xu Qing.
When she first came, she envied Xu Qing for being able to sit at home and watch movies and edit videos to make money …
"I'm learning your martial arts, and you're learning my craft. By right, I should call you master. You can call me master again. We'll talk about our own things. You can call me that," Xu Qing said casually.
"Can you not be so strange?"
"You don't understand the fun … then what do you call me?"
"Call me Xu Qing." Jiang He did not want to understand the fun.
"What about when we get married?"
"Call me … call me … we'll talk about it later!"
"You'll understand the fun in the future."
Xu Qing shook his head and sighed.
Hearing Jiang He call him master, he got excited just thinking about it.
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