The master's wife and Fushun both looked at the master with puzzled expressions. The master's wife wanted to pull Wu Changyun, but Wu Changyun gently pushed her hand away and followed the master to the backyard.
"Choose the one you think is suitable for you." The master held a long sword in his hand, rolled up his sleeves and gestured twice in the air.
"Master, do you really want it?" Wu Changyun wanted to say "It's not necessary", but the master looked serious and would not change his mind easily once he made up his mind.
"Okay." Wu Changyun picked up the sword on the long bench and walked to the middle and stood opposite his master.
As a junior, Wu Changyun took the initiative and tried two rounds. He found that his master's sword defense was impenetrable and almost every move he made was seen through by his master. After just two touches, Wu Changyun felt exhausted.
The master swung his sword diagonally, and seeing Wu Changyun raise his hand to block, he slid down the blade, the tip of the sword piercing Wu Changyun's arm. Wu Changyun quickly twisted his wrist, and with his hands behind his back, he lifted the master's longsword. The two weapons intertwined in a staggered arc for several times before separating.
When Wu Changyun turned over his wrist, his ring finger and the back of his hand were scratched. When his master's wife saw the blood, she felt a little sorry for him, but she didn't know what the master felt.
"Now that you have learned some Kung Fu and feel that you are strong enough, try again." The master retreated to his original position.
Wu Changyun had just retreated repeatedly and took a few steps forward to prepare for the next round of attack.
They fought again, and the master chopped and stabbed one after another. Wu Changyun was overwhelmed and could only use a surprise move. He aimed at the gap in the master's attack and stabbed out with a sword, while also leaning out half of his body. The master staggered and turned sideways to avoid the attack. Wu Changyun chased and slashed relentlessly from behind, and the master could only move around the field, turning back from time to time to catch the two swords.
"Who taught you this, little brat?"
Wu Changyun took the initiative, but his master was as slippery as a loach. He was hit by his master's sword when he was not paying attention, and the buttons on his clothes flew off.
The master was running out of breath. If the two of them were not just competing with each other, he would have knocked Wu Changyun to the ground, and then he would have to wait for the hospital to send someone with a stretcher to carry him away.
"You little bastard, do you think I dare not chop you?" The master cursed in his heart, but his feet could not stop at all. As he got older, his physical strength could not keep up.
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