The commotion here soon attracted other Wudang disciples, and a group of people came over to watch the sparring and competition, surrounding Shen Cheng and Ren Yi.
Liusu and the others did not do morning exercises with the Wudang disciples today. They were probably tired from climbing the mountain yesterday and needed a good rest.
Zhang Qingyun watched this scene with a faint smile and did not say anything to stop it. On the contrary, this was more in line with his expectations.
Chen Cheng is about the same age as most of the disciples present, and is even younger than some of his senior brothers. It would be great if he could make more disciples understand that there are always people better than you.
“Come on, Shen Cheng!”
Meng Yi stood in the crowd and shouted loudly, but no one noticed Meng Yi. Only Shen Cheng heard Meng Yi's voice.
Seeing that Chen Cheng did not make a move for a long time, Ren Yi did not wait any longer and immediately chose to take the initiative to attack. He rushed to Chen Cheng with swift steps. The punches that were just gentle suddenly became extremely powerful. He suddenly swung out with his palm turning into a fist, and a crisp sound of breaking through the air burst out.
Facing such a fierce punch, Shen Cheng's face remained calm. Without even moving a step, he stretched out his right hand like lightning and knocked away Ren Yi's fist with a palm.
Chen Cheng would definitely not use one finger to spar in a duel as Zhang Qingyun said. He liked these Wudang disciples very much. Everyone was very enthusiastic and kind. This incident happened just because they wanted to teach him swordsmanship. It would be bad if he was hated because of this.
When Chen Cheng came into contact with Ren Yi's fist, he discovered that there was a hint of hidden power in the opponent's fist, which made his arm tremble slightly, but it was harmless to Chen Cheng.
After pushing away Ren Yi's fist, Shen Cheng placed his palm on Ren Yi's chest, exerted a little force, and pushed Ren Yi away several steps.
Everything happened in a flash. When Ren Yi reacted again, he found that he had distanced himself from Shen Cheng. Shen Cheng was still standing there, looking as if nothing had happened.
This is Shen Cheng's effort. If Shen Cheng had chosen to punch Ren Yi in the heart just now... well, I guess he wouldn't have needed to fight 120 times.
"You focused too much on exerting force when punching, and pursued a quick victory, so you forgot to defend yourself, leaving your middle gate wide open. You were too impatient." After thinking about it, Shen Cheng spoke.
After being told this by Shen Cheng, Ren Yi blushed.
On weekdays, Ren Yi would still focus on defense. What Shen Cheng said was right. Just now, he really wanted to defeat Shen Cheng too much to prove himself, which led to this situation.
Noticing his negligence, Ren Yi straightened his stance again, but this time his expression became more serious.
Shen Cheng did not hold back, but instead showed his left hand and formally assumed the stance of Shen Family Fist.
Because at this time, Shen Cheng had already seen that Ren Yi had changed from being eager to win to truly competing in a duel. In this case, there was no need for Shen Cheng to humiliate him anymore.
After a serious discussion of skills with Ren Yi, the competition ended, and Ren Yi bowed to Chen Cheng with full conviction: "Thank you for your guidance!"
When Ren Yi put aside his fighting spirit and went to spar with Shen Cheng again, he realized the gap between himself and Shen Cheng.
"Thank you." Shen Cheng bowed, neither arrogant nor impatient.
Then, Shen Cheng used the same method to compete with several other disciples, and the matter was exposed.
It must be said that these disciples were really strong-willed. They readily admitted their inferior skills without saying anything, and there was no scene of their Dao-heart collapsing as Shen Cheng had imagined.
After the competition, Zhang Qingyun came over with two swords and threw one of them to Shen Cheng: "My friend, you have worked hard today. Do you need a rest?"
Shen Cheng took the sword, weighed it, and found that the sword was very light, even lighter than the wooden stick he usually used for training.
Hearing Zhang Qingyun's words, Shen Cheng shook his head and said, "No need, Taoist Zhang, let's start practicing swords directly."
This time, the Wudang disciples did not say much, after all, Shen Cheng's strength was there.
After watching the excitement, the Wudang disciples, led by several senior brothers, ran away in an orderly manner, and the courtyard suddenly became quiet.
Because the stick techniques taught by Shen Yu were relatively simple, while the sword techniques taught by Zhang Qingyun were more complicated, Shen Cheng studied very seriously, carefully pondering every move.
Shen Cheng could still make up for some basic skills by relying on his own physique, and he also had some foundation from practicing martial arts with Shen Yu, so it was not difficult to get started.
The two little lolis, Mengyi and Mengnian, just watched quietly by the side, letting time pass.
As the sun gradually rose higher, the girls from the Light Spot Cat Cafe came downstairs one by one, ready to have breakfast.
The rising sun shone on Zhang Qingyun and Shen Cheng, an old man and a young boy, who were practicing sword in the yard, giving them a faint fairy-like aura.
The women passing by were also attracted by this scene and stopped to take a look.
Because Shen Cheng was very unfamiliar with weapons like swords, he found it difficult to control them when he first started, and even accidentally scratched his wrist several times. However, Shen Cheng's talent was not too weak, and he was able to control it before the Wudang disciples came back.
“Clang——”
Zhang Qingyun swung his sword, and a crisp sword sound resounded through the sky. The paused tip of the sword trembled slightly, and soon returned to stability.
"Buzz—"
Shen Cheng swung the sword, and a loud buzzing sound was heard. The sword tip, which had stopped, trembled wildly as if twitching, swinging up and down wildly, and it took a long time to stabilize.
Seeing this, Shen Cheng's mouth twitched slightly.
"It's already very good." Zhang Qingyun put away the sword, smiled faintly and patted Shen Cheng's shoulder: "You are worthy of being Shen Yu's grandson. Let's go have breakfast."
"Thank you, Taoist Zhang." Shen Cheng thanked him and handed the sword to Zhang Qingyun.
Zhang Qingyun shook his head, but did not put away his sword. Instead, he said, "This sword is already yours."
After saying that, Zhang Qingyun turned and left.
Liusu walked forward, took the sword from Shen Cheng's hand, rubbed the blade twice, nodded and said: "It's just an ordinary training sword, it's okay to take it back."
Although with Chen Cheng's identity, it wouldn't be a problem even if he really carried a sword.
After thinking for a moment, Liusu said, "If necessary, we can ask the Institute of Biological Sciences to customize a sword for you as a weapon."
Hearing this, Shen Cheng shook his head: “Isn’t this more troublesome than carrying a stick?”
"It can be customized into a belt style, so you can pull it out whenever you need it. Many special agents at the Institute of Biological Sciences do this."
Shen Cheng: “…”
“Senior…” Lin Yuhui walked forward, held up Shen Cheng’s injured wrist, and said distressedly: “Do you need to bandage it?”
"It's okay."
Chen Cheng smiled and shook his wrist: "It's just a superficial wound, there's no blood, it's not a big deal."
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