Chapter 397 393. Martial Arts Prodigy
Luo Yihang performed a set of stick techniques, broke a floor tile, and paid 150 yuan in compensation.

Then, Taoist priest Qin Yanqing took out a small red clay stove, a small pot with a handle, three teacups, and a small box from the house, which contained dates, longans, and rock sugar in grids.

Put them together on the stone table.

He lit two pieces of charcoal in a small stove, put a small pot on it to boil water, and roasted a few dates and longans beside the stove.

Soon, the water in the small pot boiled.

The old Taoist priest directly opened the tea leaves that Luo Yihang had brought, pinched a handful and sprinkled it into the jar, and also threw in the scorched dates and the longans, breaking their shells and throwing them all in.

Cook together.

This is can tea.

It seems that the old Taoist priest is from the northwest. People in northern Shaanxi and Gansu like this way of drinking, but it is rarely seen in southern Shaanxi.

Secretary Cao felt so distressed when seeing this. It was such good green tea, but it couldn't be brewed like this.

But the old Taoist priest loves this.

It stands to reason that when making tea, you should bake a few steamed buns next to the stove, bake them until the crust is charred, break off a piece of the charred bun skin, and drink it with a sip of tea, it is very delicious.

But the old Taoist priest’s stove is too small to bake steamed buns.

It doesn’t matter. Luo Yihang also brought some ginkgo nuts. He picked dozens of kilograms of them last fall. They can be stored in the refrigerator. It’s just right to roast a few of them and make tea snacks.

Waiting for the tea to brew.

Taoist Priest Tan Yanqing started chatting with Luo Yihang.

"You're pretty good at using the doll stick, what else can you do?"

Luo Yihang replied: "I just practiced the stick and a few mace techniques, but the mace techniques were not systematic, so I just learned a few scattered techniques."

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said with a smile: "I really don't know how to use the mace. Then tell me, why do you want to practice with the staff?"

"I just feel that the stick is easier. I haven't learned the others yet."

"That's right. A month of sticks, a year of swords, a lifetime of guns. Practicing sticks is indeed easy."

Luo Yihang took the opportunity to ask, "Excuse me, Taoist priest, why is it so easy to practice with a staff?"

"Because I'm familiar with it. You can't use other weapons, such as knives and swords, if you haven't practiced before. You might hurt yourself before you hit others. But it's different with a stick. Anyone can pick it up and swing it a few times."

"Think about the things we use every day, a hoe, a shoulder pole, or even a broom, aren't they all long sticks?"

"Think about when I was a kid, I would beat the flowers and grass if I picked up a straight branch. There were no rape flowers within a three-mile radius, so I went home and asked my father to spank me, using a stick."

"What do you call this? A natural feel."

"So it's the moon stick. If you pick up the stick and practice hard for a few months, you will be able to play it well."

The old Taoist priest became excited.

He picked up the handle of the small jar, poured three small cups of tea, and threw two pieces of rock sugar into his own cup.

He picked it up and took a sip, his eyes lit up, "Good tea."

I feel so sorry for Secretary Cao that I can't bear to watch it.

This tea is boiled over high heat for a long time, and dates, longans and sugar are also added.

It turns into a bowl of strong sweet tea, without any fragrance at all.

Luo Yihang also picked up the small teacup, but without adding rock sugar, and took a sip.

It feels sweet and nice.

Then look at the old Taoist priest, pick up a ginkgo nut, crush it open and put it into his mouth.

After chewing for a while, his eyes lit up. He secretly tied the bag of ginkgo nuts tightly, took it under the table and placed it next to his feet, and stopped him from eating it...
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A cup of hot tea.

Taoist priest Tan Yanqing continued to talk about sex and introduced swords and guns to Luo Yihang.

"To practice swordplay, you must first know what sword tendons are. If the sword tendons are not straight, even if you are given a dragon-slaying sword, you can't even cut a branch. Even if you are chopping a straw mat, the sword tendons must be straight. If you chop blindly, it is easy to damage the sword and yourself."

"So sticks are better, sticks don't have the strength of a knife." "As for the gun, it looks simple, just stab and it's done. The moves are just blocking, grabbing, and stabbing, you can learn it in three days, and then learn the advanced thrust and you can go to the battlefield."

"But it's difficult to practice."

After saying that, he stood up and went back to the house, and took out a gun that was more than two meters long.

I don’t know how many things are hidden in the old Taoist priest’s little house.

The old Taoist priest stood in the yard holding the spear, then took a horse stance, raised and pressed with one hand, with his left hand in front and his right hand holding the spear butt, holding the spear horizontally.

The man didn't move, and the gun didn't move either.

Continue to explain to Luo Yihang.

"The advantage of a gun is its length and range. To maintain this advantage, you have to hold it in a strenuous way. You see, the center of gravity is in the front."

"It's not enough to just rely on your arms. You can't hold it up. It's weak."

"To use a gun, you must use the strength of your waist and body."

“Practicing with a spear is all about strength.”

After just a few words, the old Taoist priest's forehead was already sweating and his hands began to tremble.

"Alas." The old Taoist sighed, put down his spear, and said self-deprecatingly: "I am old. The old saying is true that one cannot rely on muscles and bones to be strong."

Then he threw the gun to Luo Yihang, "Come on, try it."

Luo Yihang stretched out his hand, picked it up, and weighed it. It was lighter than he had imagined. This big gun should be less than ten pounds, maybe seven or eight pounds.

It feels light in the hand.

Of course, Luo Yihang's strength cannot be considered as that of an ordinary person.

If a cultivator practices martial arts, it will definitely be a dimensionality reduction attack.

Luo Yihang imitated the old Taoist priest and picked up the spear casually, also holding the spear with one hand in front and the other hand behind, without moving.

But he had never learned horse stance and didn't know how to exert force.

He just stood with his feet apart and held the gun purely with the strength of his arms.

Taoist Master Qin Yanqing watched with a smile at first, counting the time with his fingers, as if he wanted to see how many seconds Luo Yihang could hold on before letting go.

Results: one minute, five minutes, ten minutes.

The old Taoist priest had long forgotten how many numbers he had counted and began to circle around Luo Yihang, looking him up and down, becoming more and more panicked the more he looked.

"Alright, alright, stop holding it, put it down."

Luo Yihang took back the gun and handed it back to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest did not take it, but instead stretched out his hand and pinched Luo Yihang's arm again and again.

It's embarrassing.

"What's wrong, Taoist priest? Do I have any questions?" Luo Yihang asked.

The old Taoist priest didn't say anything. He waited for a while, and after pinching both of Luo Yihang's arms, he replied: "No problem, no problem at all. You are a martial arts genius!"

The old Taoist priest's tone became more and more excited.

Luo Yihang was a little embarrassed, "Master, how come I am a martial arts genius?"

The old Taoist priest asked back: "Then what do you think a martial arts genius should look like?"

"You need to have a good understanding, so that you can master any trick you learn at a glance, and be able to apply it to other situations?" Luo Yihang said as he thought.

The old Taoist priest was delighted when he heard this. "Hahahaha, according to your standards, all those who have attended high school are martial arts geniuses. Martial arts moves are not difficult, at least they are much simpler than high school math."

"Don't think of martial arts as something mysterious. A true martial arts prodigy is someone who is tall, strong, has long arms and legs, and is powerful. These are all innate."

"One force can defeat ten skills, which is the true saying!"

(End of this chapter)