Wang Tianjun glanced at the traces left on the beach, then looked at the distance of the sea, and the little girl who smiled again appeared in her mind. The branches she held in her hand tightened again before turning around and leaving the beach and returning home.

The mother looked at Wang Pengyu and frowned, and hurriedly came over and asked, "Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Pengyu bowed and said, "Go back to my mother, I am thinking about practicing martial arts."

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "Young Master, you can't be impatient when practicing martial arts. You must proceed step by step, otherwise it will backfire. Overwork will hurt your body. Your exercise intensity is already high enough and you can't increase it any more."

Hu Xiulan smiled and said, "Yes, Xiaoyu, you know your grandpa Wang is right. Lunch is ready long ago. You can go to have a meal quickly."

Wang Pengyu agreed and walked into the room. After eating a little bit, he ran to the wall of the maintenance courtyard. When he saw that there was still water in the bucket, he put his head into the bucket. A coolness made his head clear.

Then he was stunned again when he saw the worker working. After a while, he slapped his head and said, "Grandpa Wang, can you use your waist knife to play?"

Mother Hu Xiulan hurriedly stopped him and said, "Why is the knife too sharp? If you can't hurt yourself, don't give it to him, Uncle Wang."

Wang Zhong also frowned and said, "Young Master, you are still young now. This waist knife is too heavy and you can't use it now. Let's do this. I'll help you make a wooden knife, and you can practice it first."

After Wang Zhong said that, he returned to the room, took out his waist knife and ran into the kitchen, slashing at a piece of wood. The sharp knife peaks and the chips of the wood flew over and over, and a big knife gradually took shape.

Wang Zhong put away his waist knife, took the wooden knife and left the kitchen, handed it to Wang Pengyu and said, "Young Master, how about trying this?"

Wang Pengyu sighed in his heart, took the Mu Dao and weighed it, waved it a few times, nodded and said, "Thank you, Grandpa Wang, the wooden knife is just as light and heavy."

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "When the young master grows up, let's change to the real knife."

Wang Pengyu nodded, flew out of the yard with a wooden knife, and in front of the yard, he used the tip of the wooden knife to pick out the position of the Big Dipper, and then began to step on the position of the seven stars around the waist of the wooden knife and practiced.

Unfortunately, I still couldn't accurately step on the position of every star, so I had to stop and look at the seven stars I dug into meditation.

After a long time, he said to himself: "Although he has only been seven steps, he has included bounce, jump, rush, and move. Every movement is not standardized and he cannot control the amplitude of his footsteps and cannot step into the star position. It seems that he still needs to practice more. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, there are always times when he takes seven perfect steps."

After saying that, he started practicing with a wooden knife. After a while, he was sweating profusely, his arms, legs and waist were sore everywhere. He was so tired that he sat on the ground and gasped heavily.

After resting for a while, waiting to recover, I started practicing again.

Wang Zhong looked at Wang Pengyu outside the yard and saw him dancing with a big knife in his hand. He was tired and lay down to rest. After resting, he continued to touch the wooden knife. He scratched and scratched again. He couldn't help but frowned and said, "What's wrong with the young master today? Why don't you practice according to the knife routine I taught?"

Wang Zhong didn't know that Wang Pengyu seemed to be dancing with a knife and was completely disorganized. In fact, Wang Pengyu was also helpless. After taking four steps, when he reached the fifth step, he couldn't take the right position. He felt that his movements when he turned were too stiff and he could not take the direction of the fifth step. Once his body tilted, the blade would tilt, and it looked like he was running around and chopping.

In the blink of an eye, the sun sets in the west. Wang Pengyu put away the wooden knife and sighs, "It's still not possible." He raised the wooden knife, stood up at the sky, and started to practice the sword technique taught by Wang Zhong.

A set of sword techniques was like flowing clouds and flowing water. After retiring the sword, Wang Pengyu showed joy on his face and said to himself: "It seems that it is effective after practicing the seven-star pace for a day, but this effect is reflected in the sword techniques taught by Grandpa Wang."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhong walked over with applause and praised: "Young Master, it is true that you are a martial arts genius. You are still very unfamiliar with practicing the sword technique that Lao Nu just taught yesterday. Unexpectedly, one day passed and you mastered this level of skill. It seems that Lao Nu has nothing to teach you."

Wang Pengyu shook his head and said, "It's a far cry from now on. Now he is just a fancy and cannot produce power. He still needs to increase his strength."

Wang Zhong nodded and said, "Young Master is right, but the strength is gradually improved, so I can't be anxious. However, you can do practical training first. Let's be your auxiliary training. How many moves can we do first?"

Wang Pengyu nodded and said, "Okay Grandpa Wang. Xiaoyu has started to make moves"?

Wang Zhong nodded, and Ding Zibu stood up and said, "Young Master, come just now."

Wang Pengyu nodded, waved the wooden knife, then walked forward, took a step forward, and slashed the green mountain with one move. The blade was straight up and down, and the movement was head-on, and the movement was completed in one go.

Wang Zhong nodded, took a step to the left, easily dodged the blade, and flashed against it, and reached Wang Pengyu's side, stretched out his hand and touched Wang Pengyu's head and said, "Young Master is still not fast enough, you still have to practice carrying more weights."

The implication is that young master, don’t waste time and energy by cutting all the money, and practice step by step is the right way.

But Wang Pengyu didn't care about these things and didn't answer. He attacked several times in a row, but Wang Zhong easily avoided them. He approached Wang Pengyu without hesitation and touched his head.

Wang Pengyu frowned, wanting to go wild.

At this time, not far from the roadside, an old monk stood under a tree and watched the two fight with interest. Whenever Wang Pengyu's head was touched by Wang Zhong, the monk laughed.

Wang Pengyu heard it in his ears and felt angry, but he couldn't do it. When all the moves he had learned were used up, the wooden knife could not hit Wang Zhong, and he couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Wang Pengyu frowned and suddenly shouted, "Grandpa, let's go again." After shouting, Mu Dao's waist was forced, and his steps were stepping on him. Although he was a little swaying and dancing, he also cut out with one knife.

As the saying goes, you can see the tricks and the excitement. The old monk standing under the tree by the roadside looked at Wang Pengyu's movements, suddenly his eyes shone with golden light and an incredible look appeared on his face.

Wang Zhong watched Wang Pengyu rush towards him with his hands dancing and frowned, and thought to himself that this child had not been able to attack me and had lost his mind. This is a taboo for martial artists, and he has to persuade him later.

Wang Zhong's body flashed and wanted to avoid the blade, but he didn't expect that the blade would be much faster this time. He slashed on the corner of Wang Zhong's clothes with one knife. Wang Pengyu was overjoyed and thought it was useful. Unfortunately, before he got happy, Wang Zhong had already stepped on his foot and approached the blade.

Without too long to think about it, Wang Pengyu twisted his steps and took a few steps. He actually slid over Wang Zhong's body, stood behind Wang Zhong, and stood on the ground with a wooden knife. The panting man said heavily: "Grandpa Wang, you didn't catch Xiaoyu this time."

When the old monk saw this, he frowned and said, "Although this child's movements look ridiculous and ridiculous, they are in line with the great way. However, this child can be said to have no qualifications to practice. How could he learn such a profound martial art? Strange, was it because I misread it?

At this time, Wang Zhong turned around and looked at Wang Pengyu with a frown. Just as he was about to ask, the old monk walked over and asked, "Little donor, we are destined to be together. I don't know what kind of martial arts the little donor used just now, can you tell me?"

Wang Pengyu looked at the old monk and shook his head and said, "It was all taught by my Grandpa Wang. If you want to ask, ask me Grandpa Wang."

After Wang Pengyu said that, he turned around and walked towards home. He had just taken a step, but he hit the old monk. He didn't know why the old monk suddenly appeared in front of him, but it was certain that the old monk was definitely not an ordinary person.
Chapter completed!