Chapter 3 Will you follow me to learn the sword

　　The sun was shining brightly, and on the martial arts practicing ground, a group of group of children gathered individually. 　　"In these ten days, how was the Tiger's Whistle Skill cultivation?" Chen Chuyun's voice was still clear and cold, like autumn water eyes sweeping across, pausing for two breaths on Chen Zong's face. 　　Chen Wu and Chen Shaoze, as well as Chen Che Chen Smoke and a few others raised questions that were answered. 　　"In this lesson, I'm going to explain sword techniques." Chen Deyun said after answering the questions, "The Remnant Shadow Sword Technique, Whisking Willow Sword Technique, and Eagle Strike Sword Technique, you guys have either already practiced them, or you've just come into contact with them." 　　"Regardless, I hope you guys will listen carefully." 　　Chen Deyun always had a clear and cold look, if it wasn't for that night, when Chen Zong saw the blazing heat blossoming out of her eyes, he would have thought that she only had one expression. 　　"Remnant Shadow Sword Technique, the sword transforms into a remnant shadow, and the wrist must be driven by the arm when the sword is released. ......" 　　Chen Chuyun obviously had a very deep understanding of this Remnant Shadow Sword Technique, speaking in a concise and straightforward language, letting people hear it at once, especially Chen Zong, combining it with his own understanding, comprehending it in a straight line and going deeper. 　　Speaking of the wonders, Chen Duiyun would also draw her sword and rehearse a bit. 　　Her sword, with its crystallized body and traces of ripples at the blade, looked even sharper, and compared to the iron sword that Chen Zong was holding, he didn't know how much better it was. 　　But all sword practitioners longed for a good sword for themselves, Chen Zuo Yi and the others also had blazing eyes. 　　After finishing the Remnant Shadow Sword Technique, Chen Zuoyun explained the Whisking Willow Sword Technique, followed by the Eagle Strike Sword Technique, Chen Zong and the others were shocked to find that Chen Zuoyun's three sword techniques had all reached the Perfection Realm. 　　After the three sword techniques were explained, there was still half an hour left. 　　"Any questions?" Chen Danyun swept over with a glance. 　　She had explained very thoroughly, and for a while, the crowd hadn't digested it yet, so naturally, there were no questions to speak of. 　　"Next, I'm going to teach you all a sword technique." Chen Deyun added, and the crowd's eyes lit up with anticipation. 　　"This sword technique is called the Basic Eighteen Styles." Chen Zhuyun practiced with his sword, practicing, other than Chen Zong, the other six were more or less disappointed, unlike what they were expecting, Chen Zong watched attentively. 　　"Basic Eighteen Styles, containing eighteen movements of chopping, pointing, stabbing, picking, and teasing ......, it is not a Foundation Establishment Martial Art, and it doesn't have much power, but it will be helpful for practicing the sword, so it's best to take time out of your weekdays to practice it." Chen Chuyun rehearsed the basic eighteen movements a few times. 　　"Instructor, I have a question." Chen ZuoYi opened his mouth and met Chen ChuYun's gaze inquiring, "I heard that the consummation of the martial arts realm is not the end, I wonder what realm is above the realm of consummation?" 　　Chen Zong was stunned at his words. 　　The Realm of Perfection was not the end of martial arts? 　　There was a higher realm? 　　"Above Perfection, there is indeed a higher realm." Chen Duiyun said after a little contemplation, his clear and cold voice seemed to have a few more moments of drift, "Above Perfection, is Entering the Subtle." 　　"Into the Subtle." The crowd repeated in a low voice. 　　Chen Zong only felt his heart was on fire, he couldn't tell why, his heart seemed to be beating faster than usual. 　　The two words "Into the Subtle ......" were full of magic. 　　"The Realm of Entering the Subtle, there is no need to think much now." Chen Chuyun's clear and cold voice awakened the crowd, "Within the entire clan hall, no one has reached it." 　　"If there are no other questions, this lesson ends here." Chen Danyun said after splashing cold water, although the prescribed lesson was two hours, the actual arrangement was left to the instructor's discretion, "Chen Zong, follow me." 　　Looking at the back of Chen Zong and Chen Danyun's departure, Chen Zuozhi and the others had ugly faces. 　　A separate courtyard with a courtyard that was ten meters in length and width each, this was Chen Chuyun's residence in the clan hall. 　　"Instructor, after becoming a martial artist, can they all live in a small courtyard like this?" Chen Zong asked. 　　"Only the first ten can." Chen Chuyun replied succinctly, while Chen Zong was shocked, the implication was that Chen Chuyun's strength could be included in the top ten amongst the entire Clan Hall's children, "Let's not talk about idle matters, can the three Sword Techniques ever reach the realm of small success?" 　　"Already reached." Chen Zong nodded. 　　"Practice." Chen Dayun's tone was urgent his eyes blazing. 　　Chen Zong immediately drew his sword and practiced the three sword techniques one by one. 　　"Good good good!" Three good words in a row showed Chen Danyun's inner excitement, such as the autumn water eyes at this time but blazing like fire, almost wanting to burn Chen Zong, there was a kind of fervor: "Chen Zong, are you willing to learn the sword with me?" 　　Chen Zong was slightly stunned, from Chen Chuyun's eyes, he could see a kind of fervor for the sword, his heart was greatly shaken. 　　"Want to worship the master?" Chen Zong asked. 　　"No need, I just want to witness the rise of a sword genius." Chen Out's eyes were still blazing. 　　"I wish." Chen Zong replied solemnly. 　　"Good, I have empty rooms here, do you stay here or where you were?" Chen Duiyun said directly. 　　"Instructor, I'll still stay at the original place." Chen Zong did not hesitate, not wanting to cause extra trouble for Chen Danyun. 　　"As you wish, but every day, you have to come over and practice your sword for three hours." Chen Zhuyun did not force Chen Zong to move over and live here, but asked for sword practice hours, which Chen Zong did not object to. 　　Cultivation so far, apart from the fact that Ah Dad would give himself some pointers, he had relied on his own efforts to keep coming, and to have an expert willing to give him pointers on practicing the sword was more than he could ask for. 　　"Start now." Chen Deyun thundered, "Practice the Basic Eighteen Styles." 　　Chen Zong was puzzled. 　　"Practicing the Basic Eighteen Styles will significantly help in the cultivation of other sword techniques." Chen Danyun said in a very certain tone. 　　Chen Zong immediately practiced, he remembered Chen Zhuyun's previous drills clearly, at first, the movements were slow and somewhat out of place, Chen Zhuyun would point them out, the second time it was basically correct, the third time the speed increased. 　　The tenth time, the body followed the sword, sword by sword, sword light encircled his body, as if he had practiced it a thousand times. 　　"Truly a genius at practicing the sword." Chen Duiyun's gaze seemed as if it could melt steel. 　　After practicing for the twentieth time, Chen Zhuyun shouted to stop and brought Chen Zong to a corner of the courtyard, where a wooden rack in the shape of a door was erected, with a round wooden bead hanging from it, the largest being like an egg, and the smallest being like a soybean, lined up in a row. 　　"There are four essentials to practicing the sword, which are the fundamentals of the sword technique." Chen Chuyun's voice was powerful, words like swords, "Fast, steady, accurate, and ruthless!" 　　"Only by being fast can one attack unexpectedly and unpreparedly, leaving one defenseless." 　　"Accuracy is the only way to hit a hundred shots and never deviate." 　　"Stability is the only way to keep your hand in the air." 　　"Only by being ruthless can you kill the enemy and cut through the thorns." 　　Four short sentences, but made Chen Zong trembled, as if struck by lightning, pupils dilated and sharply contracted, the heart seems to have a storm. 　　"Regardless of the type of sword technique practiced, the ultimate goal is to protect your body and kill the enemy, none of which can be separated from the fundamentals." 　　"From now on, your arms shall be tied with ten pounds of heavy iron pieces, which can only be increased and not unloaded, as a means of practicing the word fast." Chen Duiyun said as he picked up the thin black iron sheets neatly arranged in one corner, this was cast from heavy iron and weighed ten times as much as the same sized iron sheet, making it suitable for heavy weights. 　　With his arms tied up with the heavy iron pieces, Chen Zong did not feel much, but having trained with weights before, he knew that the longer the weight was carried, the more pronounced the feeling of the load would be. 　　"Stabbing the round wooden beads to train the word Accuracy." 　　"When your sword, is able to stab the smallest round wooden bead with your hand, you will be considered accomplished." Saying that, Chen Zong only felt a flash of blinding light in front of his eyes, a tiny point appeared in the center of the soybean sized round wooden bead, but it was as if the round wooden ball was fixed by death and did not move at all, Chen Zong sucked in a cold breath, and was shocked inwardly. 　　In an instant, Chen Chuyun drew his sword and stabbed out and then sheathed his sword, incredibly fast, with his own strengthened eyesight could only see a flash of sword light, if he was an enemy, he would not even know how to die. 　　The most important thing is, so quickly a sword stabbed out, not only hit the center of the soybean-sized round wooden bead, but also did not pierce the soybean-sized round wooden bead, the round wooden bead does not move, indicating that Chen Chuyun casually stabbed out of the sword, not only accurate and incomparable, the control of the power is even more amazing point. 　　That sword fully explained to Chen Zong what was fast, accurate and stable. 　　"Such a sword, although simple, is better than thousands of sword techniques." Chen Zong secretly said, his heart incomparably on fire, "If I were to incorporate it into my sword technique to make it faster, more accurate, and more stable, wouldn't it be a great increase in power." 　　Chen Zong's reaction satisfied Chen Dayun. 　　To practice sword, having or not having talent was one thing, one also needed to be enthusiastic enough. 　　"Start training from the largest round wooden bead." Chen Danyun stepped back to make enough space. 　　Chen Zong took a deep breath and walked in front of the egg sized round wooden bead, a distance apart, his eyes staring at that round wooden bead, slowly adjusting his posture until he felt the best to strike the sword. 　　Holding his breath, with only that egg sized round wooden bead in his eyes, his body twisted, drawing his sword and stabbing out. 　　This was not difficult for Chen Zong who had cultivated the True Sword Eight Styles to a small degree of success, moreover, during the twenty days he had lived in the Wind Howl Forest, he had practiced precision by stabbing fish with his sword and splitting tree branches. 　　With one sword, the round wooden bead was stabbed and shattered away. 　　Chen Deyun nodded imperceptibly. 　　Sheathing his sword, he locked onto the second largest round wooden bead, adjusting and striking his sword. 　　When Chen Zong stabbed and exploded the third largest round wooden bead, out came his sword to stab at the fourth largest round wooden bead but brushed past it from the side. 　　"Your sword is not fast enough nor accurate enough." Chen Duiyun was nonchalant, although she inwardly felt that Chen Zong's ability to make it this far on his first attempt was very good, she could not praise him excessively lest the other party breed pride, "Practice for an hour first." 　　The sword that Chen Zong also felt was indeed not fast enough or accurate enough, even when stabbing the largest round wooden bead, it was not skillful enough after some preparation. 　　One's goal was to reach Chen Zuiyun's level of being able to stab with a single stroke of the sword and precisely control the power. 　　Repeatedly practicing until one's arms were sore and limp and resting, then, one was practicing the Steady Character Technique. 　　The practice of the Steady Character Technique was to hold the hilt of the sword in the hand, extend the sword forward in a straight line with the arm, and hang a ten kilogram iron ball at the end of the sword. 　　At first, there was no pressure, but as time passed, gradually, Chen Zong felt that the large tendon in his right arm was being pulled forward and began to ache as if it was going to tear, still gritting his teeth and holding on. 　　After five minutes, Chen Zong felt his arm lose consciousness, and had to put it down to rest, Chen Duiyun's fingers gently kneaded up on Chen Zong's right arm, gradually regaining consciousness, warm and comfortable, recovering after a few minutes. 　　"Continue." Chen Danyun was like a strict teacher. 　　Repeatedly practicing a few times, stabbing the round wooden ball again. 　　"That's all for today, come back tomorrow." Chen Danyun said. 　　"Instructor, farewell." Chen Zong bowed and saluted very formally, although he did not pay homage to his teacher, Chen Zong was very grateful for Chen Deyun's teaching of himself. 　　With light footsteps, walking out of the small courtyard, Chen Zong felt that the sunlight today, was exceptionally bright.