The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 59 What is Chuanwu?

The third round started in the afternoon.

Originally, Yu Chenghui wanted to wait another day, but Huo Yunting declined.

Tomorrow is a young year, he feels that it is not suitable to use a knife or a gun.It's better to solve it all at once in the afternoon.

At noon, I had another meal at Huo Yunting's house, but Chen Caiping kept her face cold and didn't give the old man a good look.

Huo Yunting apologized to Yu Chenghui in private, and the old man waved his hand, "It's understandable for your mother not to give me a good face. After all, if I can't stop my kick, you will indeed have no children and grandchildren."

Huo Yunting said this in a daze for a while, and secretly made up his mind to protect his crotch more in the future.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, still in the small courtyard, the two stood facing each other.

Yu Chenghui was holding a sword case in his hand.

His sword was brought by someone. After all, the two-handed sword was almost lost, and there had never been a two-handed sword under that layer of oilcloth.

Open the sword box, there are two long swords inside.

The first handle has a total length of 135 cm, a blade length of 100 cm, a handle length of 35 cm, and a total weight of two catties.Often used in performances.

The second handle has a total length of 140 centimeters, a blade length of 105 centimeters, a handle length of 35 centimeters, and a total weight of three catties.

Often used in sparring.

After hesitating for a while, Yu Chenghui reached for the three-jin sword.

"bass!"

Pulling out the scabbard, holding the handle with both hands, a long sword full of cold light stands in his hand.

"Yunting, choose your guy."

Self-created swordsmanship, two-handed mantis sword.You have to be careful yourself.

Huo Yunting nodded, tore off the oil paper, and chose among various weapons.

"Father, didn't you say that this old man Yu competed with others back then and crippled him?" Chen Caiping stood on tiptoe with a slightly irritable expression on her face.

Huo Zhongde's lips were stretched into a line, and after a while he said sullenly, "That's fine too."

"If you do it, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose. If you don't do it, you won't be free for the rest of your life."

"But—" Chen Caiping stomped her feet and said bitterly, "I'm going to have a grandson in the future, and I won't let him touch these things at all!"

Huo Zhongde's lips twitched a few times, but he didn't speak.

Looking at Huo Yunting's bent and overturned figure, Yu Chenghui was a little curious.

What will he use?
Still use a big gun?Or is it Liuhe Broadsword?Or is it a hook knife that is quite restrained?If he remembered correctly, he also saw a pair of Ziwu mandarin ducks at that time?

After a while Huo Yunting stood up again, Yu Chenghui was stunned.

Huo Zhongde, who was watching at the gatehouse, was also stunned.

Holding a big gun, carrying a Liuhe knife and a three-foot sword.

There is a rope dart wrapped around his left arm, and two daggers are tied to each of his two calves. There is something looming behind his waist, which looks like an old man with a face.

Yu Chenghui was dumbfounded, bringing so many things?
"Buzzing..."

After shaking the big pole in his hand a few times, Huo Yunting stepped forward, "Senior Yu, I'm not polite."

The big pole swayed a few times, and suddenly pierced out like a silver snake, reaching the throat.

Don't underestimate this big gun, it's also a technical job.If ordinary people come forward, there are only two results, either miss or lose strength.

The strength of this white wax pole is not small.

The old sword master leaned slightly to avoid the spear, and stabbed twice in succession.

Without hesitation, Huo Yunting quickly let go.Let go of the big pole, draw out the Liuhe knife from the back, turn around and slash twice, cutting on the blade.

It is said that it was chopped twice, but in fact only the first knife was chopped up.The last knife was relieved by Yu Chenghui's pressure on the sword body.

Then he jumped with his legs bent and withdrew.

The mantis has a sword in both hands and a sword in his belt, reaching the edge of the sword.

Put away the Liuhe knife, and raised the three-foot sword, the two blades collided and buzzed.

"Father, why is this old man so crazy playing with a sword? Can he still cripple people like this?"

Huo Zhongde's eyes were shining brightly, staring at Yu Chenghui and muttering to himself, "The body is like a willow, the steps are like a drunk, and the sword is like lightning... two-handed swords can be used like this!"

Huo Yunting was horrified when he swung the sword flower to force Yu Chenghui to retreat.This Qimen Thirteen Swords has evolved many times in the dream, and now it has completely become the kung fu of killing people.But he couldn't do anything about it.

Are you still not good at learning?

Yu Chenghui waved a shot, stepped to the right but turned around and slashed from the left, going straight to the wrist.

Huo Yunting directly discarded the sword and turned sideways, pulled out the barman from his waist to hook the blade of the sword, and pulled it upwards - the so-called barman is a long iron pipe with a large pipe, which pokes his feet and turns over the door.

Yu Chenghui held the sword with one hand for the chop, and when the two iron objects touched, the barbarian made an upward hook, and Yu Chenghui almost missed it.

"bass--"

Pulling down with five fingers, the two-handed sword and the pipe bag made iron hissing.

Just as he drew out the long sword, Huo Yunting flicked his left arm, his neck was slightly cold.Looking down, the rope dart was wrapped around his neck.

For a while, there was no sound from the small courtyard.

"Senior Yu, accept it."

Putting away the equipment, Huo Yunting cupped his fists and saluted.

What surprised Huo Yunting was that Yu Yu Chenghui didn't seem too disappointed, and put away his long sword with a smile on his face.

He fixed his eyes on it, only now did he realize that the long sword was unsharp.

Huo Zhongde's face was stunned. First, he was shocked that his son could really know so many kung fu, and second, he was shocked that the old sword master really lost.

After recovering, she hurriedly urged Chen Caiping to make tea.

Enter the house and sit down, and drink a cup of tea.Yu Chenghui spoke slowly.

"Yixing Liuhe Knife, Qimen Thirteen Swords, Hong Quan, Shaolin Tan Kick, White Ape Tongbei Fist, Kanto Rope Dart, Pear Blossom Spear..."

As if reporting the name of the dish, he described all the various moves and styles that Huo Yunting had used in the past two days.

"Yunting, you won the third match."

Huo Yunting didn't say anything, he felt that winning was not an honor.

So many guys greeted at the same time, it was purely because Yu Chenghui was caught off guard before he could react.

Seemingly seeing his thoughts, Yu Chenghui smiled, "Winning is winning."

The old sword master acted vigorously and was about to leave after drinking a cup of tea.Before leaving, he bowed slightly to Huo Zhongde and his wife.

Huo Yunting went out to see him off, and sent him all the way out of Huojiazhuangkou.

"Senior Yu, go slowly."

"Yunting, what do you think Chuanwu refers to?" Yu Chenghui said suddenly, holding the sword case.

mean what?Huo Yunting froze for a moment, then said, "Traditional martial arts? I am traditional martial arts."

"Not exactly." The old sword master shook his head, "I think I want you to pass on this martial arts."

Huo Yunting opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Looking around, Yu Chenghui took out a small book from his arms and threw it to Huo Yunting.It reads: Two-handed sword ultimate move twenty methods.

"...You are the 48th master." Huo Yunting said softly.

Yu Chenghui was stunned for a moment, and realized what he meant.

Then, under Huo Yunting's puzzled and stunned eyes, he bowed and saluted, "Master Huo, I'm sorry."

After saying such a thoughtless remark, he lifted the sword box and strode away.

……

After getting on the train, squinting for a while, the old man with gray hair and beard made a call.

"Hey, Yu Hai, I lost."

"You lost?" A startled voice came from the other end of the phone, "You lost to a brat?"

"No, I lost to Ren Qiu Chuanwu."

　I'm really sorry, the fever got worse today.It was almost forty degrees.The brain seems to be churned wildly by being put into a washing machine with half a box of nails in it.

　　I will never be late like this again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)