Marcus Luo did more than just talk. While he was talking, he casually pulled out a very thin and long iron spike from the side of the wheelchair, and steered the wheelchair into the rain with one hand, demonstrating it to Leon Luo.
Leon Luo watched Marcus Luo use the long thorn as thin as a bamboo stick to create a screen. From the moment he made the first move, Marcus Luo's body and the iron thorn turned into an afterimage that was difficult to see clearly. Leon Luo was very surprised and took a step closer to Marcus Luo to confirm that the other party really did not use any spiritual energy.
When Marcus Luo retreated back to the eaves and held up the big black umbrella again, he was dry from head to toe, not even the tips of his nails were wet.
Leon Luo was truly convinced this time, and the doubts in his heart about Marcus Luo that he had never expressed out loud, but was vaguely aware of, "What else can he teach me besides Sound Killing?", disappeared completely.
A ready-made example was right in front of him. Leon Luo drew the sword from his waist without saying a word and made a move in the heavy rain.
The blade was sharp, but it couldn't cut through the rushing rain; the sword energy was murderous, but it couldn't intimidate the silent world.
Marcus Luo watched Leon Luo swinging his sword continuously in the heavy rain, and a smile slowly formed on his face.
This child's talent and understanding are the best he has ever seen in his life. This is a good thing, but also a bad thing. Among his peers, Leon Luo can hardly find an opponent. If this continues, it will inevitably make him arrogant.
There is actually a better way than taking him to experience real life and death in order to eliminate his budding arrogance.
Before Leon Luo realized it, Marcus Luo had already thought a lot for him. At this moment, Marcus Luo found a lifelong opponent for Leon Luo, and this opponent was called nature.
Leon Luo had practiced the sword technique for a long time. But if he wanted to reach Marcus Luo's level of impenetrability, he would need more effort. Leon Luo had already raised his maximum speed from the beginning, using fast fighting to deal with the rain curtain. Marcus Luo looked at his moves coldly: "You will have to slow down in a moment."
He was right. This almost breathtaking speed did not block all the raindrops, but it made Leon Luo unable to maintain it. And when the speed slowed down, Leon Luo could no longer use the sword shadow to cover himself.
There was no point in continuing. Leon Luo simply put away his knife and stood in the heavy rain to think carefully.
Is he slow? He is indeed slow. If he is not slow, Marcus Luo would not have found so many flaws in his swordsmanship before, and he would not have been unable to stop the rain curtain.
But can a simple swing of the sword really reach a speed so fast that water cannot penetrate it?
Leon Luo raised his head. The rainstorm had no eyes and no sympathy. The bean-sized raindrops hit his face equally, causing pain on his skin.
These water drops were really fast and accurate. Leon Luo wondered: Why are they so fast?
Because of savings.
When they first descended from the sky, they were certainly not as fast as they are now. But the thousand-foot height gave them the power and space to accumulate, so they flew faster and faster, until now they had woven a curtain of water between heaven and earth.
If there is no accumulation, no matter how fast the speed is at the beginning, it will be difficult to sustain. But if he saves himself a force to push forward every time he swings the knife, the result may not be the same as before.
As for how to store this power...Leon Luo smiled and cast his eyes on the stone slabs in the courtyard.
Marcus Luo's movements were so fast that people couldn't see his movements clearly. Only a blurry afterimage was left in the vision. It was wishful thinking to want to copy him. But his set of moves happened to form a perfect circle. And the pauses in his movements left a deep mark on the bluestone slab that went three inches into the ground.
There is no clearer reminder than this.
Leon Luo swung his sword again. This sword was not as fast as before, but when Marcus Luo saw his posture, a hint of smile appeared in his eyes.
With each strike, the blade in Leon Luo's hand became faster and faster. At the same time, following the arc of his swing, and following a specific footwork, the inertia accumulated in each of his strikes was like holding his wrist, taking him forward faster.
That's it. Leon Luo thought: He has grasped that "fast" a little bit.
Leon Luo continued to pursue the inspiration about "speed" that was hanging on him until he was exhausted.
This sword practice ended with Leon Luo's arms being unable to lift as if they were filled with lead. He was breathing heavily, and the cold rain mixed with his sweat, making Leon Luo look like a water ghost who had just crawled out of the lake. His black hair was soaked with water and stuck to Leon Luo's cheeks and scalp, making him look extremely embarrassed.
Although his appearance was so awkward, Leon Luo was very excited. He could feel that his strength, at least in terms of "speed", was completely different from before.
At this moment, recalling his previous swordsmanship, the first thought that popped into Leon Luo's mind was: "Slow! Too slow!".
Seeing Leon Luo leaning on the ground with his knife and even his eyes a little unfocused, Marcus Luo waved to Leon Luo and motioned him to come under his umbrella.
When Leon Luo managed to move his body and walked over, Marcus Luo threw a water bag into his arms: "Drink it, don't get sick."
"What is it? A panacea, some nectar?" Leon Luo forced himself to make a joke. He slowly put the knife back into the sheath with his arm, whose muscles were shaking violently due to fatigue. He then struggled to unscrew the lid with his wet and slippery fingers.
He just tilted his head back to take a sip, and the cold liquid choked Leon Luo and he coughed: "Ahem, sir, I haven't sobered up from the last drink, you're giving me another drink?"
"Since you are training here, you will get used to it sooner or later." Marcus Luo said calmly, "This is good wine. It is fragrant enough and can warm the blood and body. If you were lazy before and were not soaked by the heavy rain, I would not give it to you to drink."
Leon Luo didn't really care whether the water bag contained wine or water, he drank it anyway. Besides, what Marcus Luo said was true, that mouthful of liquor rushed into Leon Luo's internal organs like a ball of fire, slowly sending the warmth to his limbs.
He gulped down half of the liquid in the water bag, while moving his hands and feet that had been frozen cold in the rainstorm, while looking at the sky which was gradually clearing up and chatting with Marcus Luo.
"What a coincidence, sir. I was practicing swordplay right around the time of a heavy rainstorm. When I stopped practicing swordplay, the rain stopped too."
"It's not a coincidence at all." Marcus Luo snorted coldly, "I caused this rain."
Leon Luo: "......"
He looked at Marcus Luo with eyes wide open in disbelief, but Marcus Luo did not look back. He just slowly put away the umbrella and gently leaned it against the windowsill: "If you want to learn, I can teach you this later."
Marcus Luo turned his wheelchair and left a message: "I told your father yesterday that you should come to me every day at noon. If you are late at night, I will hang you on the crooked tree in the backyard as a target. Okay, go back now."
Upon learning that his future schedule was unilaterally decided by the other party, Leon Luo touched his nose awkwardly. Although he was young and frivolous, he was not ungrateful. Although Marcus Luo had a strange temper, it was obviously a great fortune for him to be able to study with Marcus Luo.
After learning the new steps, Leon Luo finally let go of his previous grudges against Marcus Luo. He saluted the other party solemnly before walking out of Beixue Garden.
It was not until he walked out of the Beixue Garden that he realized that the rainstorm was so violent and powerful, but its coverage was very small, with only traces of rain in the Beixue Garden.
At this time, Leon Luo just sighed slightly, and it was not until later, when he began to learn this technique, that he truly understood how precise control was required to be able to do this.
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When Leon Luo returned to the yard, a withered deep snowflake happened to float towards him. He lazily raised his hand to pick it up, then put the pure white flower to his nose and sniffed it gently.
He inhaled a sweet fragrance into his lungs, which actually made his stomach growl: practicing sword just now had almost exhausted all his energy, and Marcus Luo didn't even give him a snack, but only filled him half full with strong liquor, which he had almost digested after walking all the way.
The deep snow flower continued to emit an alluring aroma. Leon Luo casually pinned it on his collar. Even though his mouth was salivating, he dared not eat it blindly. The deep snow flower that had not been soaked in medicine had a very strong effect of clearing the mind. One flower would eliminate all desires, two flowers would make one free from thoughts and worries, and three flowers would basically make one become an immortal. Everything in his eyes was nothing but straw dogs. If it weren't for the fact that this effect would automatically fade away within an hour, Leon Luo would not have been able to get the deep snow saplings so easily.
Anyway, over the years, the only hero Leon Luo had seen or heard of who dared to talk nonsense was John Han.
At first, he had gone through a lot of trouble to get the deep snow saplings and grow them to bloom, and excitedly dragged John Han to see them. At that time, both of them were very ignorant. John Han ate seven flowers with petals and stamens like eating candy, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out that ordinary people feel so relaxed."
Leon Luo was careless for a moment, and seeing that John Han was fine, he also picked one and swallowed it. The deep snow flower was as sweet as honey, and it was indeed delicious. However, after swallowing it in one mouthful, the taste of color, fragrance, sound, taste, and touch was all illusions, which was not something that ordinary people could bear. Leon Luo later recalled the feeling at that time, and he doubted that if someone had castrated him with a knife at that time, he would just not care.
The branches of the deep snow tree swayed in the breeze, but the sword dancer under the tree was a more beautiful sight. Leon Luo watched for a moment and finally couldn't help saying: "The sword is swung too low."
John Han sheathed his sword, and when he turned around and saw Leon Luo, a faint smile slowly spread across his eyes. He walked to Leon Luo's side, and heard him wonder, "Not only have the positions of 'Crane Perched and Butterfly Falling', 'Moon Shining in the Sky', and 'Silent Shadows Sinking into the Jade' all been moved down, but the move 'Feng Yue Xian Qing' was supposed to be a dazzling move that stabbed the neck, but the move you made was like wiping someone's chest? You can be so mischievous."
Leon Luo kept the remaining half of the sentence to himself: Why does John Han use such a sword technique with so much violence when he doesn't even get the basic position right?
"What did you gain from this trip?" John Han knew that Leon Luo had not thought about other aspects yet, and he did not want him to think too much, so he simply changed the subject and smiled without answering Leon Luo's question.
As expected, he diverted the opponent's attention. Leon Luo drew a full circle in the air, "He taught me a footwork that can increase my speed by more than double. The effect of the steps is round and smooth, which is very interesting."
"Returning Wind Bagua Step?" John Han frowned and blurted out, "He knows what he's talking about."
"What?" Leon Luo didn't hear the second half of John Han's words for a moment, "What did you say?"
"I said he treated you well." John Han cast his gaze towards the direction of Beixue Garden thoughtfully, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "If that's the case... it's really... it's been so long."
Leon Luo looked at John Han's eyes and felt that the hostility he had when he was dancing with the sword had slowly dissipated.
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