The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 9 Knife Technique

  Early the next morning, Zhao Changhe looked at the cornbread delivered by the handyman speechlessly, and complained bitterly: "Is this the breakfast? It's not as good as the one at the inn on the way."

  Luo Qi hesitated to speak. After talking nonsense last night, this guy turned back and squatted for half an hour. He went to bed when he was tired and paralyzed. He snored as soon as he lay down on the table. The noise made him sleep well all night.

   But the hard work is really remarkable.

Luo Qi didn't know whether to laugh at his self-control, or to encourage him, silently gnawed on the cornbread and said: "It's winter, it's good to have something to eat. You and I still had chicken legs last night, do you know how many people are drooling?" ?”

  Zhao Changhe woke up. Regardless of whether this is a world of force or only reading is good, it is a template of the ancient world. With ancient productivity, the landlord may not be able to eat meat, let alone this is a "troubled world", a lot of people can't eat enough to eat, and they can get up early. The treatment of the belly is not bad...

  Thinking about it this way, I am a little worried. The human nutrition required by this blood evil art is not a joke.

   Is it possible to grab it too?

   It's not just the wowotau that doesn't fit, but also various other things that don't go well.

  For example, there is a waterfall behind the cottage, which falls into a pool, and then divides into a stream, all the way down the mountain. The scenery is actually quite good. The daily water is picked here by the handymen... However, no one will pick water for you to wash, that is picked to drink. Who can jump into the pool to take a bath in this weather? How is this day...

  Luo Qi scratched his itch, and also complained: "I have never had a bath for so many days...What kind of shit. The Luo family's conditions are something that many people can't wish for. Fortunately, you have become a wanted criminal."

  Zhao Changhe said "Hi": "When are you talking about this again..."

  Luo Qi turned his head and ignored him, he knew that he was making trouble for no reason, and there was no reason to blame Zhao Changhe for this.

  Actually, Zhao Changhe himself is the same, what a rich modern life has become like this, so he understands Luo Qi's unreasonable complaints. Now if the blind man was in front of him, Zhao Changhe estimated that he would be able to slap him.

   I don’t know how Bie’s mountain king is so happy... But he knows that no matter how happy he is, he must be a mountain king, not a pawn.

   "Don't talk to me anymore, I'm going to practice kungfu." Zhao Changhe didn't talk too much, just gnawed the corn bread and went to the martial arts field in the village.

  As a rookie who has never been in contact with martial arts, you can't learn anything just by reading "cheats". Someone needs to answer questions, otherwise there are many terms that I can't understand. Luo Qi's way and the Blood God Sect are two different things, it's useless to ask him.

  Fang Buping is not here to teach, but he is responsible for teaching others, so he can just learn it directly.

  No snow today. Arriving at the martial arts arena, there were already many people performing martial arts in the field, and Zhao Changhe found that they all practiced swords.

The voice of preaching and teaching reverberated in the field: "Although the knife is easy to use, it is not chopping randomly! Look at this simple turning around, how many times have I said it? The range should not be too large, otherwise it will be full of loopholes, and it is too late to return." Fang. Zhang Quan! Look at your twisted waist, do you think it's your mother twisting Yangko?"

  Zhao Changhe carefully looked at the Zhang Quan whom the deacon was pointing at. Zhang Quan turned around and slashed extremely swiftly.

  Passing the law to teach a knife to grab the whole piece: "I will demonstrate it again, watch it!"

   His legs were slightly arched, his footsteps were slightly wrong, and his waist was twisted. Zhao Changhe saw the light of the knife flash, and the knife stopped firmly at a position of 90 degrees behind him.

   This saber was obviously faster than Zhang Quan's just now, but it stopped very steadily, and didn't advance half a point, as if there was a wall blocking the saber.

  The teacher of teaching the law said loudly: "You can't use up your strength before you can do it with ease. Like this knife, no matter whether you can achieve the expected effect or not, you have not exhausted your strength, and you will have the potential to change!"

   So it is, so it is.

  How did the self in the dream get slammed?

  No matter how simple martial arts are, there are ways to do it. If I had practiced this kind of move at the beginning, even if it was just the basics, maybe the ending would be different...

  The original intention of "entering the dream" is to learn these things, right?

   Going around, it can be regarded as the beginning... Although it is very likely that the original intention of the blind man's arrangement has long been deviated from, it may be a good thing...

  But I heard Zhang Quan said: "But Jiaoxi, I didn't intend to use so much force, but this requires the knife to be fast enough. Once it is fast, it will not be able to stop..."

"It needs to be practiced! Just turn around and make a knife, how much strength should be used, where to stop, practice a thousand times a day, and you will be able to do it!" Teacher Sun's voice was still very loud: "Besides, my waist and legs just now Do you understand it? Let you lunge and horse stance, not to look good!"

   "Ah?" Zhang Quan scratched his head: "No, I didn't see clearly, can the teacher..."

   "Huh?" Sun Jiaoxi widened his eyes.

  Zhang Quanbei shrank with a smile.

  The other congregants said one after another: "Everyone didn't see it clearly, the teacher will demonstrate it again..."

   Teacher Sun shook his head, very disappointed. Because this is not the first time I have said it, everyone is as stupid as a cow, I just forgot what I learned yesterday, and everyone dared to say that they didn't see it clearly.

  He looked around, trying to see if there was anything he understood, but he caught sight of Zhao Changhe who was standing far away thinking.

   "That, Zhao Changhe, right?" Sun Jiaoxi shouted, "What expression do you have? Do you understand?"

   "Oh..." Zhao Changhe came back to his senses and stepped forward hesitantly: "Give me a knife to try?"

  Sun Jiaoxi handed over the knife directly, but added at the same time: "Head up, chest up! Speak louder! The green forest of Nima who speaks softly? Are you going to be a scholar?"

  Zhao Changhe twitched his cheeks: "I joined the Devil's Cult, isn't there also some sinister ones..."

   "Crap, you're pretty good at fighting! You haven't joined the church yet, but now you're just...forget it." Teacher Sun waved his hand hesitantly: "Anyway, speak up, didn't you eat?"

  Zhao Changhe said loudly: "Give me the knife!"

  Professor Sun handed over the knife very satisfied.

  Zhao Changhe: "..."

  Who is this?

After receiving the knife, it feels really light, maybe only two or three catties... This is an ordinary single knife, the same as the one he stabbed Luo Zhenwu to death, it is not the broad knife of dozens of catties in the dream, doubting the reality There is no such knife at all.

  When swinging the broadsword, he had to swing it back with all his strength, and it was impossible to control where the knife stopped, but this single sword seemed to be fine. Zhao Changhe recalled Sun Jiaoxi's movement just now, turned around in a lunge, and with a "shua", he quickly slashed back with a single sword, trying to stop at Sun Jiaoxi's position just now, which seemed to be the same.

  Sun Jiaoxi was a little surprised: "The understanding is good! This level of understanding, the body is good, how can I start learning martial arts, what a pity, what a pity."

  Zhao Changhe returned the knife, clasped his fists and said, "Ask Xi for guidance."

"Hands are not steady enough, and the position is not precise enough. This needs to be practiced...here..." Teacher Sun broke Zhao Changhe's hand and led him to stop in one position: "Remember this sense of position, find it right, and every day Just swing the saber like this, practice as many times as you can, and then you can swing the saber faster and more steadily, this is the essence of all martial arts in the world!"

  Zhao Changhe breathed a sigh of relief, and said sincerely: "Thank you for teaching."

Teacher Sun squinted at him for a long while, then suddenly turned his head and shouted to everyone in the martial arts arena: "What are you doing in a daze, practice by yourself! Just learn from Zhao Changhe! The first time you learn it, you are so decent. Do you have any face? Or do you chop crookedly?" Cracked dates, you are not allowed to eat today!"

   A group of people stared at Zhao Changhe unkindly.

  Zhao Changhe twitched the corner of his mouth. Afraid of "learn from others XXX", is this the first day you offended your classmates?

   Thank you for the journey of reincarnation and Sun Boyan for joining us~

  (end of this chapter)