Chapter 81 Sword Manual
When Chen Chuan came back by car, he always had a feeling that this arrest operation seemed to be a joke and there might be something hidden behind it. However, this was not something he could solve at the moment, so he did not dwell on it too much.
After returning to school, he continued training.
Although the mission was interrupted here, he believed that no matter how the matter developed in the future, he needed to have the ability to solve it when the problem arose.
Although his understanding of the power method is deepening, it has also entered a stagnant period, so he has also set aside some time to strengthen the training of sword techniques.
After the rest day in mid-November, Cheng Zitong examined him and believed that the alienated tissue in his body was not growing rapidly at the moment.
I think we can observe for another ten days or so. By the end of the month or mid-December, we will be able to clearly know the subsequent changes.
Cheng Zitong was relieved for the moment. He sat in the living room, took the thermos cup and took a sip of tea. He said to Chen Chuanshuo, "I see you practicing sword techniques diligently these days?"
Chen Chuanshuo said, "Yes, sir. I have a question for you. I feel that this knife is a bit strange. It seems that it requires a special technique to unleash its true power."
Cheng Zitong looked at him in surprise and asked, "Did you feel it yourself?"
Then he laughed, "My question is unnecessary. As someone who understands the Dharma, it's perfectly normal for you to sense this. However, even if you're an understanding person, it's impossible for you to figure out how to apply it all by yourself without reaching a certain level. Well, don't worry, I'll find you a proper practice method."
He was thinking about this in his mind. After leaving Chen Chuan's place, he drove to the school's teacher's residential area. After more than ten minutes, he arrived at a residential building in a garden. He parked the car and knocked on the door. The doorman recognized him and said politely, "It's Director Cheng. Please come in."
After Cheng Zitong entered, he casually asked, "Where is Senior Brother Qiao?"
"Teaching the new apprentice in the backyard."
Cheng Zitong shook his head and said, "My students at least show up in class. His apprentice only showed up once at the beginning of the semester and hasn't been seen outside since. He's really just a figurehead."
As he spoke, he passed the front hall, walked along a cobblestone path and through an archway. A large lotus pond appeared in front of him. Although it was autumn, there were still a few upright lotus flowers.
Here you can see a spacious waterside pavilion diagonally opposite the lotus pond. Inside, there is a little old man wearing a retro double-breasted robe, who is instructing a disciple. The disciple is handsome, about sixteen or seventeen years old, and is wearing Wu Yi's training clothes.
He walked along the corridor beside the lotus pond and entered a flower hall. After walking a little further, he arrived outside the waterside pavilion and said, "Brother Qiao, I'm here to see you."
Senior Brother Qiao ignored him and was still concentrating on teaching his apprentice how to set up a pole rack. Chengzi passed by, took a look, and waited on the side.
After a while, Senior Brother Qiao let his apprentice practice on his own, then walked to the flower hall and asked his attendants to make tea. He sat down on the main seat and said, "Sit down. You wouldn't come here if you had nothing to do, and I won't be polite with you. Tell me, what's the matter?"
Cheng Zitong also didn't bother to be polite. He sat down at the guest table and said, "I am currently practicing swordplay, but I'm lacking the right sword moves. I remembered that you have a family swordplay manual, so I came to you for help."
Qiao Linhu took a look and said, "This is your student, not your apprentice. Why are you so concerned about him? Besides, if you need sword techniques, we have them in the academy. Why would you care about these outdated things of mine?"
Cheng Zitong said, "If it's just general sword techniques, I've already taught you. It won't be too much trouble, Senior Brother. Didn't Old Lady Ni recently give me, your student, a sword? So I think I need your sword manual to use it well."
Qiao Linhu raised his thick gray eyebrows and said, "Prohibited weapons?"
Cheng Zitong said, "It's a different era now, and weapons are still banned. Who still cares about this?"
Qiao Linhu thought for a moment and said, "I can give you the sword manual..." He gestured for Cheng Zitong to wait, then said, "I can't just give it to you." He pointed two fingers at the waterside pavilion outside, "I want you, my student, to be my apprentice's assistant for three years."
Cheng Zitong immediately became unhappy and said, "Brother, this isn't the past anymore. Why are you still trying to be dependent on others? What? Am I a student inferior to your apprentice?"
Qiao Linhu shook his head and said, "Rules must be followed. Master set the rules, and I can't break them in my hands. Besides, everything should be based on closeness. Only if he becomes my disciple can I give him something."
Cheng Zitong said: "What are you talking about? What apprentice and student? The old man's stuff should have been thrown away long ago."
Qiao Linhu said slowly, "Go and tell Master. If Master says it's okay to throw it away, then I'll do the same without saying anything. Otherwise, we have to follow the rules."
Cheng Zitong said, "I say, this is your family sword manual, not the old man's. Why do you have to follow that broken rule? Your disciple is preparing to practice Jinzhuang now, right? He must need a lot of good medicine. I can help him get it at a low price."
Qiao Linhu said, "I, your senior brother, have some savings, which is more than enough to teach an apprentice. The sword manual is indeed mine, but the rules are passed down from generation to generation. The master kept it, I will keep it, and my future apprentices will continue to keep it, and it must not be broken."
Cheng Zitong knew that his argument was useless and said, "Well, I've come here for nothing, but..." He turned around and said, "Brother, don't regret it in the future."
Qiao Linhu said, "Are you saying your student is better than my apprentice? Well, we'll wait and see. But let me be clear, even if he's better, my rules won't be broken."
Cheng Zitong grabbed the briefcase and said, "Okay, I'm leaving."
Teacher Qiao said, "Junior brother, why don't you eat before you leave?"
"I'm so angry."
Cheng Zitong walked outside, took a deep breath, and looked at the tall buildings outside. He suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. He looked back and said, "Old rules? Hey, my student was right. They are all a bunch of old people who are obsessed with the past. If they can't find it here, can I find it somewhere else?"
In the evening, Cheng Zitong once again came to Chen Chuan's dormitory. After entering, he took out a yellowed and old sword manual from his briefcase and said, "Take a look."
Chen Chuan picked it up and saw that it was a vertically written manuscript, which seemed to be made eighty or ninety years ago.
Cheng Zitong said, "When I found this old sword manual, it had been hidden at the bottom of a box for forty or fifty years and no one had touched it. If I hadn't mentioned that their ancestors had this thing, they would have forgotten it themselves."
Chen Chuan asked, "Teacher, is this expensive?"
Cheng Zitong said, "Fifteen yuan a copy, good quality and cheap. I paid for it and received it, and it saved me a favor. Only some old guys who stick to the rules would treat these things as treasures."
He gestured with his chin, "The sword moves here are not important; the main thing is the power of the sword. You can try practicing it. If it doesn't suit you, I'll take a look. If you're not satisfied, I'll find another one."
Chen Chuanshuo asked, "Teacher, can you find something similar?"
Cheng Zitong said: "You underestimate the teacher. In this day and age, sword manuals are not something you can make a living from. If the teacher is willing to accept them, just spread the word and he can collect seven or eight copies in half a day.
In the early years, these techniques were very unique, and they were guarded and refused to be taught. However, the less they were taught, the fewer people learned them. Now many of them have been lost, and some impoverished descendants are left holding things they can't eat or wear, so they might as well sell them for money. Look, people are much more practical now, unlike some who cling to old rules."
Chen Chuan heard him say that he was complaining because he had asked for the sword manual but failed to get it. But if he could find the manual, why did he ask for it? Perhaps the person's identity was not simple?
He didn't think much about it and flipped through the sword manual for a while. Because the surface was missing, he flipped inside and found a simple name for the sword power: "Heavy Slash Sword Power?"
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(End of this chapter)
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