Chapter 221 Storytelling

He Mu glanced at Meng Qi and said dullly: "Mr. Su, don't you think I'm not sad enough? And you don't understand."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand from behind his back and picked up the wooden sword on the ground. He frowned slightly. He was very puzzled as to why he always lost to the fifth senior brother today. He was so brooding that he couldn't get rid of the depression.

"The first time, I used the move 'A Thousand Sails in the Sea', and Brother Five dealt with the 'Lonely Sail'. When I changed the move into 'Blue Sea and Blue Sky', he followed up with 'The Bright Moon on the Sea' and hit the back of my hand. He I have never been so clever at changing my moves before..." He Mu said to himself, dancing with his sword and describing today's competition.

He didn't value Meng Qi's opinion, he just expressed his inner grievances, reviewed the battle, found out the problems, and strived to win tomorrow, so as not to disappoint the master, the master of the hall.

Meng Qi rolled "Tianwen" into a tube and tapped it lightly on his palm. After He Mu finished practicing, he laughed and said: "I heard that the 'Martial Arts Competition' is coming soon. Is it normal for your fifth senior brother to ask a master for guidance? , You can’t always look at him in the same light.”

"That's right!" He Mu said suddenly, "Fifth Senior Brother's father is a businessman and is quite wealthy. He must have hired an expert to guide him!"

As he spoke, his head was lowered and his expression was depressed. His parents worked hard every day and could only support him to practice martial arts in the martial arts gym. They had no money left. How could he ask for guidance from an expert? And if it weren’t for the fact that Master He had done so little, he wouldn’t have had this chance!

Therefore, he was very grateful to Guanzhu He and did not want him to be disappointed. He also wanted to stand out early and support himself, so that his parents would not be so tired all the time.

This martial arts competition is an opportunity, but I don’t see any hope!

Meng Qi said with a teasing smile: "You can ask me for advice. I am a master, really a master!"

He Mu looked up at Meng Qi listlessly and saw that he was wearing a wide robe and long sleeves. He was elegant and elegant, and he seemed to have a poetic and calligraphic style. He smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Su, stop teasing me."

In daily life, Mr. Su rarely goes out. He is one of the few scholars who can control his impetuousness. He does things in a leisurely manner. Although he is idle, he is extremely hardworking. If you ask him for advice on writing questions, he always has no airs. , has a bright smile, is easy-going and interesting, and loves good food. He often walks through the streets and alleys. His living situation always reminds him of the poem "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains."

But what I encountered was not a problem in knowledge, but in martial arts. Mr. Su didn't look too old. Even though there were six Confucian arts, he was at most just starting out.

"You can try 'A Thousand Sails in the Sea' followed by 'Bright Moon on the Sea'." Meng Qi said with a smile.

He Mu was even more helpless: "Mr. Su, how do you answer this?"

As expected, he is a nerd with no martial arts background. "A Thousand Sails in the Sea" is a move that shakes the shadow of the sail up and down while swinging forward, but "Bright Moon on the Sea" is struck from a high position. How do you catch it?

"What's not to take? When you swing horizontally, the last sail that evolves can be taller and bigger, covering the sky and the sun, so the moon breaks through the sail's shadow and shines into the sea." Meng Qi used a literary way to describe the two moves. the connection between.

"Tall and bigger...blocking the sky and the sun...the moon breaks the shadow of the sails..." He Mu had read little of the book and had difficulty understanding it, but Meng Qi's description was very vivid. He finally grasped the key point, wielding the wooden sword. As the moon rises, thousands of sails compete with each other, and the shadows of the sails become larger and larger, gradually covering the blue sky. Then the moon rises in the sky, which is clear and cold, and the brilliance is scattered.

"This, this is really acceptable... But, how can the 'Cang Hai Qian Fan' be changed like this? Master He knows how to hit the palm..." Master He requires the disciples to follow the standard in every move without making any mistakes, so He Mu Yi couldn't accept it for a while.

Meng Qi smiled and said, "Why can't you accept it? From a story point of view, this is completely reasonable."

"So, story?" He Mu looked at Meng Qi dumbfounded. What does swordsmanship have to do with the story?

Meng Qi looked around and saw no one else, so he smiled narrowly and said: "In my opinion, swordsmanship and stories are essentially the same. You see, A Thousand Sails in the Sea tells a story about the boundless sea and the shadows of sails. If The sail shadow is getting bigger and bigger, and it can naturally connect to the blue sky and the bright moon, without sticking to the original story structure. "

"How can this be the same?" He Mu had never heard of this theory before and couldn't accept it.

Meng Qi put his hands behind his back and said with a half-smile: "When you compete with others in swordsmanship, isn't it often like telling the other person a story? There is a beginning, a process, changes, traps, turns, a climax, and an end. !”

"People who tell stories with swordsmanship are divided into two categories. One kind tries their best to prevent the other party from guessing the subsequent plot, because from the perspective of the story, it loses its appeal. From the perspective of the swordsmanship competition, it means failure, and the other One is to deliberately tell a nearly true story, making the opponent completely believe it, and then reverse it at the key point, shocking everyone, and ending with a climax. This is deception, this is a trap, it is an important skill in storytelling, and it is also important to use a sword. ideas.”

"Well, there is actually another kind of person. He does not set traps, and everyone can guess the subsequent plot, but the opponent can only follow his sword technique, and it is difficult to jump out and escape. This is the transformation of sword technique."

Seeing He Mu's confused and surprised expression, Meng Qi chuckled: "So, I think storytelling skills can be used in swordsmanship competitions."

"Mr. Su, please don't be so imaginative..." He Mu came back to his senses after a long time and said weakly.

Meng Qi smiled and said: "Why not give it a try? Tomorrow I will tell your fifth senior brother a story about the bright moon on the sea after thousands of sails across the sea. A story that is different from normal development, a story that makes people unable to guess the subsequent changes."

After saying that, he left He Mu behind and Shi Shiran walked back to his yard.

He Mu stood there in a daze, and after a long time he swung his wooden sword, but it was a story of thousands of sails competing, the shadows of the sails covering the sky, and the bright moon shining brightly.

Although he felt that Mr. Su's story theory of swordsmanship was unreasonable, after practicing swordsmanship for several years, he still had some ability to judge the changes in moves.

The next day.

After the practice, He Mu walked out and said to a young man in black clothing: "Fifth Senior Brother, please continue to teach me today."

The senior brothers and sisters next to him laughed secretly. He was so persistent. He had lost so many times yesterday and yet he still dared to challenge today.

The owner of He Guan, He Ye, nodded gently. His resilience was commendable, but he had to be reminded that he should be self-aware in order to avoid getting a bloody head in the future.

The fifth senior brother pursed his lips, raised the wooden sword and said: "He Mu, if you lose again, don't pester me. I have to ask the senior brothers for advice."

He Mu nodded slightly, and after saluting, he waved his sword horizontally, sailing across the sea.

The fifth senior brother did not hesitate to move Gu Fan Yuanying, stabbing the sword from top to bottom, avoiding Qian Fan.

The "lone sail" gradually became smaller, almost disappearing between the sea and the sky, and fell into He Mu's lower abdomen.

He Mu's thousand sails undulated and became larger, quickly covering the sky and the sun.

After swinging to a high place, he slashed down with the long sword, and the moon broke through the sail shadow, just in time to kill the fifth senior brother on his shoulder before he hit his lower abdomen.

Snap! Fifth Brother felt a pain in his shoulder, and the wooden sword escaped and fell in front of He Mu.

"You, how can you use the sea like this?" Fifth senior brother pointed at He Mu and said, with a look of indignation and unacceptable.

Qu Tianhe opened his big eyes. How could the Fifth Senior Brother who almost cried after winning against Senior Brother He yesterday lose in just one move?

The expressions of the martial arts disciples around him varied. They were either surprised or confused, lucky or frowning. Did the fifth senior brother lose so quickly? Can Canghai Qianfan still be used like this?

Won, won, really won... He Mu had no reaction to the fifth senior brother's accusation. Such thoughts were echoing in his mind. As expected, the fifth senior brother heard a different story, which made him unable to guess. It is difficult to cope with the development... What Mr. Su said seems to make sense...

"He Mu, did you think of it yourself?" Hall Master He asked without looking happy.

He Mu was waiting for an honest answer, but when he spoke, he subconsciously changed: "Master, the master, I came up with it accidentally."

"It is a good thing to be able to make full use of swordsmanship, but you are still in the basic stage. It is more important to have a solid grasp of swordsmanship." He Mu gave an impartial instruction, walked to the side with his hands behind his back, and murmured to himself inaudibly, " How can a thousand sails in the sea catch the bright moon on the sea like this..."

The fifth senior brother thought about the process and said unconvinced: "He Mu, let's compete again!"

He Mu's heart skipped a beat and he felt uneasy. He only had this story. If he compared it with others, everyone would know the development and ending of the story.

Wait a moment! Everyone knows that I can change the development and ending of the story. They all think that "A Thousand Sails in the Sea" will be followed by "A Bright Moon on the Sea", so I can do the opposite and tell an unexpected story!

Well, how to take it... He Mu pretended that he was Mr. Su and was not bound by the original rules of the moves. He quickly made a plan and answered with implicit expectation: "Okay, Fifth Senior Brother, please enlighten me."

This time, the fifth senior brother took the lead. After two or three strikes, He Mu found an opportunity and used "A Thousand Sails in the Sea".

The fifth senior brother sneered in his heart, instead of using the "lonely sail and distant shadow", he directly showed the "blue sea and blue sky", with the shadow of the sword covering the moon.

The long sword floats up and down to create the shadow of the sail. When it is high, it covers the sky and the sun, and can catch the bright moon on the sea. When it is low, the shadow of the sail is almost gone.

So, He Mu changed his tactics when the sail shadow was almost gone, and he lifted it from bottom to top, "The tide rises from the lonely peak"!

Snap.

The fifth senior brother covered his chest and abdomen, and took off his wooden sword again. He breathlessly said: "You, you, how could you do this!"

He Mu was extremely happy and suppressed a smile: "Fifth Senior Brother, I accept the concession."

I can tell stories myself!

After that, the fifth senior brother stopped entangled, fearing that he would lose face if he lost again. He Mu concentrated on the martial arts competition, and his mind was filled with stories. He won several times and lost several times.

"He Mu, I plan to let you participate in the martial arts competition after the new year." He Mu, the leader of the gym, has been watching silently. Seeing that He Mu seems to have a lot of new ideas overnight, he plans to let him occupy the six seats of Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall. One of the quotas, and then go and compete with real masters of the same age to sharpen your character and sword skills.

As for the results, he didn't place his hopes on He Mu. Only the top three disciples took on this important task, and the other three mainly used it to hone their skills.

He Mu was surprised, happy and uneasy: "Me? Master, the owner of the hall, me, can I do it?"

"You won't know until you try it," Hall Master He said with a smile.

Once you participate in a martial arts competition, you will easily be favored by a sect or aristocratic family. Even if you are unlucky, you can still find a job as a housekeeper... He Mu left the martial arts gym full of expectations but worried about gains and losses, and somehow ended up at Meng Qimen. forward.

"Mr. Su, Mr. Su's 'swordsmanship story' is not unreasonable... He, is he really a master?" He Mu still didn't believe it and thought it was just a coincidence. Well, Mr. Su was a martial arts practitioner and was praised by various people. There are few rules and regulations in this kind of swordsmanship, so he can jump out of his original "house" and let his ideas become more flexible. "Maybe I can talk to him more. Storytelling and swordsmanship really have something in common... His swordsmanship is not good. Storytelling is pretty cool!”

Knocked on the courtyard door, He Mu heard the lazy voice of "come in", pushed the door open and saw Mr. Su wearing a cloak, sitting under the plum tree, warming wine with a red stove, holding a book, and reciting softly:

"... In the beginning of ancient times, who preached it?"

"When the upper and lower were not yet formed, how can we examine it?"

...

Such scenes and characters made He Mu hold his breath and concentrate, and then saw Mr. Su pointing to the seat next to him, so he walked over lightly and sat down quietly.

"Yin and Yang are three combined, what is the origin and what is the transformation?"

After reading this sentence, Meng Qi turned his head to look at He Mu, "Do you know what it means?"