The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 11 Born Bandits

  Zhao Changhe, who left the crowd, turned to the corner, and soon leaned against the wall as if he was exhausted, panting heavily.

   This **** power is really fierce, not only the speed of that blow, but several people came to pull it and couldn't pull it. This strength is a bit outrageous. This is just one night and one morning...

   But it is true that there is a big problem. I feel a little exhausted after a while. I don't know if it is the sequelae of the overdraft of Qi and blood, or because I have a guilty conscience at the moment.

  Forcing is pretending, anger is out, but Zhang Quan doesn't know if he is dead or not... Newcomers are fighting each other, I don't know what kind of punishment they will receive?

  However, at that moment, the blood surged, who the **** cares so much... Maybe this is also one of the aftermath of the blood evil work? Or do you already have such a factor?

   "Do you regret it?" Sun Jiaoxi's voice suddenly came from around the corner.

  Zhao Changhe turned his head to look, and Sun Jiaoxi leaned not far away with his arms folded, looking at him with a half-smile.

Zhao Changhe respected Sun Jiaoxi, bowed his head and said: "I have nothing to regret, how can I punish me? If I don't show this momentum, I can only give food to others in the future? I have lived such a useless life. No way."

"Ha..." Professor Sun interrupted: "Murderer, Zhao Changhe! I knew you had this kind of anger, so I don't need to say it. What I'm asking is, do you regret practicing blood evil? That feeling that your reason has been affected .”

"Uh..." Sure enough, it was the influence of the exercises, not that he was so cruel. Zhao Changhe was very relieved, and replied: "For the time being, I have no regrets. The exercises are very impressive, and I don't care about other things. Speaking of teaching, Zhang Complete…"

   "Dead." Sun Jiaoxi said very indifferently: "How dare you grab the meat arranged by me? Provocation first, then being killed. You are stupid and weak. If you die, you will die."

  Zhao Changhe knew that Professor Sun probably helped him, so he lowered his eyebrows and said, "Thank you, Teacher..."

   "Here comes the virtue of a cultural person again." Sun Jiaoxi scolded: "Are you **** here to test for talent?"

  Zhao Changhe: "?"

   Thank you, isn't it right?

"Just now you talked to Zhang Quan first, is it useful? Now? Who is not afraid of you! This is how the harmony comes!" Sun Jiaoxi sneered: "I was there when you killed Luo Zhenwu. Seeing you He has a kind of heroism, he is clearly born to be a bandit, so he only mentioned a few more words, so that he can walk in the rivers and lakes without falling into the prestige of our holy religion! Otherwise, do you think that I have a good eye for you because you have a tender ass!"

  Born to be a bandit...Zhao Changhe was speechless.

   Sure enough, there is no unreasonable love and hate, and there are two sides to one thing. The killing of Luo Zhenwu made Master Fang unhappy, but Sun Jiaoxi appreciated it very much.

  The civilization of modern people is indeed incompatible with this kind of world, especially with this kind of bandit den. I am already considered a relatively tough person, and I have "killed people in my dreams" a lot, and I have already adapted to the feeling of killing people. It's a normal classmate who comes here, but I really don't know how to get along.

  After thinking for a while, Zhao Changhe asked: "This is still our own camp, some things have to be measured... If everything is done like today..."

  Professor Sun looked at him coldly for a long time: "You are already in Jianghu."

   After finishing speaking, he turned and left: "After an hour, come to me to learn swordsmanship. From now on, I will practice kung fu every morning, practice swordsmanship in the afternoon, and take care of myself at night."

  Zhao Changhe watched his back, pursed his lips and remained speechless.

   This is not the arena I want.

  ...

   An hour later, Zhao Changhe appeared in the martial arts arena on time.

  Professor Sun gave him a funny look. This kid looked overdrawn and weak just now, and he didn't eat, his whole body was as listless as a beaten eggplant, but now he was full of energy.

  He has a small report and knows what Zhao Changhe was doing at this hour just now.

   This fellow went to beat up Zhang Quan's partners, robbed them of their food, and ate three bowls, which was more than his original portion, and then went to take a nap for a while with peace of mind.

  A polite young man who was going to talk about his inner peace, quickly began to transform into a gangster.

  People are in the rivers and lakes, that's how it is. If someone is thrown into the ink tank, it will be dark in the end.

  Professor Sun couldn't help sighing a little: "Come on, let's learn basic sword skills with everyone first."

  Zhao Changhe still lined up habitually, and went to the back of the line to listen to the lecture.

   As a result, when people saw him coming, they all trembled and subconsciously parted ways, as if to send him to the front row respectfully. Zhao Changhe let out a snort, strode forward unceremoniously, and stood directly facing Sun Jiaoxi, and the people rearranged their positions honestly.

Sun Jiaoxi seemed to have a smile in his eyes, and he didn't comment, and taught directly: "Among all weapons, the basic movements of the sword are relatively the least. Law. And basic skills determine your upper limit in the future, how fast, accurate, and stable you can be depends on how solid your foundation is, and this is not taught to you by some top-level method."

"Just like this morning's turn-around slash, when dealing with the enemy behind, any saber technique is nothing more than making changes on the basis of this slash, or emphasizing luck, or changing the angle, or burying a different rear momentum, that is Each family is different, but how stable and accurate your knife is, still depends on your foundation today. On the other hand, as long as you have mastered the foundation, no matter what kind of knife technique you get in the future, you can quickly understand the gist of it and turn it into a sword. your use."

  "Many people say that our magic skills are instant...but the instant is not here, the basic skills are not instant!"

  Professor Sun glanced across the field, and could see the disappointment hidden in the eyes of most people. Who doesn't learn magic arts for shortcuts? In the end, it is still necessary to lay the foundation every day, so how different is it from other sects...

   Only a few people had bright eyes, and they seemed to have listened to his words in their hearts.

   Among them is Zhao Changhe.

  Sun Jiaoxi smiled: "Now let's teach straight slashing and horizontal slashing again. Don't think that this is something that any child can play with a knife... It's the same as turning around and slashing. The way is easy. Watch it!"

Looking at Sun Jiaoxi's intentionally slowed down movements without blinking, and imitating subconsciously with his hands, Zhao Changhe felt that he had never paid so much attention to studying and studying in his life... Maybe Qingbei even went to Qingbei when he was so attentive back then. .

  Born to be a bandit?

maybe.

  The scar on his face tells himself that in this world, this is more important than Qingbei.

   One afternoon passed quickly, and it was already dusk. Zhao Changhe sat down on the stone beside the field to rest, and kneaded his sore and disfigured arm with his hands. The blood evil skill is still circulating, and the pain is eliminated by itself, which is extremely miraculous.

Professor Sun walked up to him leisurely: "You do have enlightenment, you already look good in the afternoon... Go back and rest, you still have a piece of meat for dinner - the rule here is that the best practiced ones will have a piece of meat, See if you can get meat for a few days."

   Zhao Changhe was a little strange: "Can we practice martial arts here and eat meat all the time, without working?"

  Sun Jiaoxi had a half-smile: "Teaching you martial arts and giving you meat to eat, of course, is for usefulness. Do you think it's just for fun?"

  Zhao Changhe tentatively asked: "Then..."

  Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Professor Sun: "So take advantage of these days to practice hard. Otherwise, if you die during the mission, I will just let people drag your body to feed the dogs."

  Zhao Changhe closed his mouth.

Sun Jiaoxi left leisurely: "You are a meritorious person, and you are still given preferential treatment. The brother with you has already gone on a mission, and I don't know if you will be the only one living in your house in the future. It would be nice if it was more spacious. .”

  Zhao Changhe's heart tightened.

   No wonder I didn't see Luo Qi when I went back at noon, it turned out that the mission had already been dispatched.

  Since joining the Devil's Cult, it is fundamentally different from being a Zhuang Ding in Luo's family. It takes one's life to work... I don't know if I'm back now?

   From another point of view, Zhao Changhe also thinks the current road is very ironic.

  Why did he kill Luo Zhenwu? Although there is a sense of self-preservation, the more important factor is of course to avenge the villagers who were massacred in Zhaocuo.

  However, the group I’m in now is doing the same thing, and maybe one day I’ll have to do it myself.

  If you thought that the Luo family acted viciously and was not much different from the Devil's Cult before, now it looks a little different after all... The biggest difference is that the Luo Family doesn't rely on such things for a living, while the Devil's Cult is one of its main businesses.

   But is there a choice? The situation at that time pushed me to do so, can I still turn back now?

  Zhao Changhe looked down at the rice in the bowl, his eyes were dark and rippling.

  Are you born a gangster...

   "I hope that in the future you can still have the simplicity of today, and when we meet again in the world, I can still hear you call sister."

  Zhao Changhe looked at the sky in ecstasy. Those words in the sky last night had long since disappeared, as if they had never existed.

   Thank you Aomr for joining us~

  (end of this chapter)