Song Zhe was very perceptive. Following Xiao He's gaze, he glanced down at his right arm, then laughed heartily, all the gloom and seriousness on his face vanishing, replaced by a somewhat憨厚 (honest and simple) expression: "Ah, although I'm a left-handed swordsman, don't worry, it won't have any effect. I can still teach you. If you mind, you can always find someone else—"

"Ah, no, no, I don't mind. I was just learning to use both hands to wield a sword this time." Xiao He quickly waved his hand. "To be honest, I came to learn swordsmanship just for the audition next month."

Therefore, he doesn't pursue strength; what he wants is the coolness of his sword dance.

"I see..." Song Zhe looked Xiao He up and down and asked, "Did you have any prior knowledge of this?"

"without--"

Just as Xiao He was about to say no, Ma Hongwu slapped him on the back and said with a strange sense of pride, "Young friend Xiao is exceptionally talented. He has studied the bone-removing knife technique, so his foundation must be solid. You just need to teach him a few moves quickly, and he will definitely be able to do it."

Xiao He was drenched in sweat: "..."

No, I can't!

Who gave you such a misunderstanding!

Senior Ma, wake up! Stop bragging to me!

I'm so embarrassed!

Fortunately, Song Zhe was quite responsible and was not swayed by Ma Hongwu's words. After Ma Hongwu left, he still very seriously asked Xiao He to demonstrate his basic skills.

Xiao He had never received any systematic training before this. He had only learned some basic footwork and techniques from Pu Rong when he was on the set of "The Thief Catcher". Although he had seen Pu Rong demonstrate some sword moves, Xiao He himself did not know them.

He could only follow the movements in his memory and imitate Pu Rong's sword moves.

Unexpectedly, Xiao He executed the entire sword technique very smoothly, his hand movements were so quick that he didn't even need to think before he did them, and his sword flourishes were elegant and fluid.

After the demonstration, Song Zhe couldn't help but nod and praise, "You're very good. Your basic techniques are excellent, but your footwork is a bit messy and your posture is a little off. You need to correct that."

Xiao He was dumbfounded.

Huh? When did he really become a martial arts prodigy?

He was just thinking about it; he didn't really expect to copy Pu Rong's sword techniques.

Suddenly, Xiao He opened the system panel, his gaze falling on "Magic Hand," and his expression finally changed.

The name "Magic Hand" is really misleading. You should have said earlier that you could use it like that!

Wouldn't that allow him to learn many things much faster?

This is interesting...

Then, the first question Xiao He thought of was—

When he learns to cook in the future, will he finally be able to accurately replicate the "a pinch of salt" in the recipe?

"Xiao?"

Song Zhe snapped Xiao He out of his daze.

Xiao He immediately snapped out of his daze and instinctively stood up straight: "I'm here!"

Song Zhe was amused by his actions and pursed his lips: "I'll adjust your posture now, and you can repeat the movements you were just doing."

"Okay, sure."

So in the days that followed, Xiao He began to learn swordsmanship from Song Zhe.