Infinite Myth Counterattack

Chapter 13 Teenagers' Sour Grapes

In the evening, it is the moment when the sunset pulls down the night, but for some reason, it always gives people a feeling of loneliness.

Perhaps, behind the evening, people can always hear the footsteps of the night, gradually approaching, so even though it is gorgeous, it will still add a touch of melancholy to people.

Winter nights always fall quickly, accompanied by gusts of north wind, bringing people a bit more biting chill.

But this didn't seem to affect the interest of the young people. The young people were like the rising sun, although they were not enthusiastic, they were full of stamina.

As the rising sun gradually rises, it will emit endless light and heat.

In the stronghold of the Jagged Youth League of Gaojiazhuang Tiandihui, in the largest open space in the backyard, the teenagers are sweating profusely here.

Some people are practicing boxing and kicking, some are waving their newly acquired brand-new single swords, the swords are shining like horses, and some people are in groups of two, teaching each other to learn from each other.

Luo Changfeng held his saber, and originally wanted to find a quiet and open place to practice the long-standing loyalty swordsmanship.

After walking to several places, I found that there were already people there. Seeing that although the place is very spacious, there are more people, so I silently walked straight from the edge of the open space, intending to look for it again.

However, he stopped because of a greeting.

"Brother Changfeng..."

Luo Changfeng turned his head to look, but saw a muscular young man wearing only a thin long gown running towards him.

Luo Changfeng recognized him as one of the five teenagers who went to pick them up with Chen Pi at noon. He had a good memory and rarely forgot people he met.

With a smile on his face, the young man ran up to Luo Changfeng, looked at the long sword in his hand, and said with a smile, "Brother Changfeng, are you going to find a place to practice your sword?"

Luo Changfeng looked at him indifferently, and said, "Yes."

The young man's smile remained unchanged, "This is the most spacious open space in Zhuangzi, how about practicing here? It also allows us to experience Brother Changfeng's martial arts."

Luo Changfeng stared at him for a few breaths, making the young man quite uncomfortable, "Why is Brother Changfeng looking at you like this?"

Luo Changfeng said coldly: "Are you... a little dissatisfied with me?"

The young man's face changed slightly, and his smile was no longer so natural, "What did Brother Changfeng say? The eldest brother is the only direct disciple of the chief lord, how dare the younger brother refuse to accept it?"

"It's because I don't dare, not because I don't know how to do it." Luo Changfeng said this with a blank face, and then said: "Okay, I'll practice here."

After speaking, he went straight past the boy and walked towards the middle of the field.

When the young man called out to stop Luo Changfeng, the youngsters who were practicing in the arena stopped one after another, looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing him coming, he calmly gave up some space, and the young man behind him had a look of displeasure in his eyes.

What to wear?But I have only practiced kung fu for five years, do you really think that being the chief rudder's apprentice is better than others?
This is probably the voice of most members of the Jagged Youth League. In fact, this is also a kind of sour grapes mentality.

Since Chen Jinnan became famous, there have been many teenagers who wanted to worship him as a teacher, but unfortunately Chen Jinnan never accepted him as an apprentice.

Since Chen Jinnan took Luo Changfeng as his apprentice five years ago, the news was spread from the main rudder, and the heaven and the earth will go up and down, so naturally they are very curious about Luo Changfeng.

I don't know what kind of young hero is able to enter the eyes of the chief rudder, so that the chief rudder, who never accepts apprentices, breaks this rule.

Soon, Luo Changfeng's origin was found out under the exploration of interested people.

Knowing that Luo Changfeng was not a brother of Tiandihui at all before he was accepted as an apprentice by the chief rudder, but a "feng" (Tiandihui slang, referring to outsiders) rescued by the chief rudder on the side of the road, he couldn't help but make Tiandihui even more so. Those aspiring teenagers were outraged.

Of course, they didn't dare to be dissatisfied with Chen Jinnan. After all, whether or not to accept apprentices was his own business, but they transferred this dissatisfaction to Luo Changfeng.

After a period of time, this incident gradually calmed down.

In the past five years, Luo Changfeng devoted himself to practicing kung fu in the main helm, and Chen Jinnan never took him out, it seemed no different from before.

Unexpectedly, five years later, Luo Changfeng came out of the mountain, and his personality was so cold and indifferent, which made the dissatisfaction of the teenagers burst out concentratedly.

The boy who called to stop Luo Changfeng did not have any good intentions, but if he wanted to say that he had any malicious intentions, he would not be too malicious.

It's a very simple matter, when the teenagers get together, they will naturally be competitive.

According to the general routine, after the boy called Luo Changfeng to stop, he would guide things step by step in the direction they wanted.

Get to know his martial arts first, and if you feel that you are not much better than yourself, you will very politely propose to learn from him.

If Luo Changfeng wins, it is only right and proper, after all, he is the chief helmsman's apprentice, and the youngsters are not ashamed, and will take the opportunity to ask him for advice.

But if Luo Changfeng loses, it will not only be embarrassing for Luo Changfeng, but also a small slap in the face of the chief helmsman, letting him know that he has misjudged the person.

Look, Chief Steward, this is the apprentice you have accepted, and he is not worthy of your training.

Although Luo Changfeng doesn't like to talk, he seems to be unaware of all this, but his heart is like a bright mirror.

He is very aware of the sour grapes mentality of the teenagers, but he has no intention of spoiling them.

Walking into the open space, Luo Changfeng pulled out his sword self-consciously, and unleashed the 32-style Danxin swordsmanship like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Although he didn't deliberately practice Danxin swordsmanship, the speed is far inferior to stabbing and cutting.

However, in order to pursue speed, he has trained to the extreme regardless of bodywork, footwork, arm strength, wrist strength, or the way of exerting force, and everything is for the sake of speed. Things are much faster.

For a moment, the sword light shone in the arena, and the sharp sound of the long sword piercing the air was endless.

After seeing Luo Changfeng's swordsmanship, most of the teenagers admired it very much, but some teenagers were very disdainful.

No matter how beautiful the sword dance is and how smooth it is, it may not be the same in actual combat.

Some people look extremely powerful when they practice, but once they get into hands with others, they are full of flaws.

Among the members of the Iron Blood Youth League, which one was not selected after many competitions and rich practical experience?

After Luo Changfeng used a set of sword skills, he gradually found some feeling, and immediately started the second time. His sword skills became more and more smooth, and his speed became faster and faster.

Just as he was getting better, a voice suddenly sounded, "Brother Changfeng, your swordsmanship is already very proficient, and it won't be very effective if you practice it by yourself. Why don't you teach me your moves, let's learn from each other. How about one or two?"

Sure enough, it came.

Luo Changfeng thought to himself, stopped his swordsmanship, and slowly stood up straight.

He turned his head to look at the speaker, but it wasn't the person who stopped him just now. The person stood a few steps away from the speaker with a calm expression, as if he had nothing to do with him.

Luo Changfeng put the sword back into its sheath, walked to the weapon rack next to the open space, and put his fine steel long sword on the weapon rack.

Immediately, he took a wooden sword for sparring, walked back to the arena, looked at the speaker calmly, and said, "Please advise."

(End of this chapter)