Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 9: Knife skills

Early the next morning, Zhao Changhe looked at the steamed buns delivered by the handyman in silence, and complained resentfully: "Is this the breakfast? I haven't eaten well at the inn on the way."

Luo Qi stopped talking. After talking nonsense last night, this guy went back and squatted in a lunge position for half an hour. He went to bed when he was exhausted and paralyzed. He snored as soon as he put his head on the table, making him sleep all night. not good.

But the effort is really remarkable.

Luo Qi didn’t know whether to laugh at him for overestimating his own abilities or to encourage him. He silently munched on the steamed buns and said, "It’s winter, so it’s good to have something to eat. You and I also had chicken drumsticks last night, do you know?" How many people are drooling?"

Zhao Changhe wakes up. Regardless of whether this is a world of military force or only education, it is a model of the ancient world. With the productivity of ancient times, the landlords may not be able to have meat for every meal. What's more, these are still "troubled times". Many people don't have enough to eat, and they can't get up early to eat. The treatment of the abdomen is pretty good...

Thinking about it this way, I feel a little worried. The human nutrition required by this blood evil skill is no joke. It is not enough to rely on cornstarch. I wonder if there is a mission to obtain it.

Is it possible to grab it too?

The thing I don’t get used to is not only this Wowotou, but also all kinds of other problems.

For example, there is a waterfall behind the village, and the water falls into a pool, and then a separate stream flows all the way down the mountain. The scenery is actually pretty good. The daily water is collected here by the handymen... However, no one will carry water for you to wash, it is collected for drinking. Who can jump into a pool to take a bath in this weather? How to spend this day...

Luo Qi scratched his itch and complained: "I have never had a shower for so many days...what a **** place. The conditions of the Luo family are what many people can only dream of. It's a good thing that you have become a wanted criminal."

Zhao Changhe said "Hi": "When did you talk about this again..."

Luo Qi tilted her head and ignored him. He knew that what he was doing was unreasonable and it made no sense to blame Zhao Changhe for this.

In fact, Zhao Changhe himself is the same. How luxurious modern life has turned into such a "rebellion", so he understands Luo Qi's unreasonable complaints. If the blind man were in front of him now, Zhao Changhe would probably be able to slap him and call him out.

I don’t know how other mountain kings can feel happy... But he knows that no matter how happy he is, he must be a mountain king, not a pawn.

"I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to practice martial arts." Zhao Changhe didn't say much, just gnawed on the cornbread and went to the martial arts field in the village.

As a newbie who has never been exposed to martial arts, you can't learn anything by just reading "cheats". Someone has to answer your questions, otherwise you won't even understand a lot of terminology. Luo Qi's approach is completely different from that of the Blood God Sect, so it's useless to ask him.

Fang Buping, the Tangtang sub-ruler, is not here to teach. He has his own teaching mission, so you can just go and learn.

No snow today. When they arrived at the martial arts performance field, there were already many people practicing martial arts in the field, and Zhao Changhe discovered that what they were practicing happened to be swords.

The voice of teaching and teaching echoed in the field: "Although the sword is easy to use, it is not about hacking and slashing! Look at this simple turning around and slashing. How many times have I said this? The range cannot be too large, otherwise it will be full of flaws. , It’s too late to defend. Zhang Quan! Look at your twisted waist. Do you think it’s your mother doing the Yangko dance?”

Zhao Changhe looked carefully at Zhang Quan, whom the deacon was pointing at. Zhang Quan turned around and slashed with a knife, which was extremely fast and violent. It looked like anyone who attacked behind him would be cut into two pieces, but he was scolded heavily.

Teaching the Dharma, he grabbed Zhang Quan's knife and said, "I'll demonstrate it again, keep an eye on it!"

His legs were slightly bowed, his steps were slightly wrong, and his waist twisted. Zhao Changhe saw the light of the knife flash past, and the knife stopped firmly at a 90-degree position behind him.

This knife was obviously faster than Zhang Quan's just now, but it stopped very steadily, without advancing any further, as if there was a wall blocking the knife.

The teacher taught the Dharma loudly: "Only when you use all your strength can you use it with ease. With a knife like this, no matter whether you can achieve the desired effect or not, even if you have not exhausted your strength, your potential will change!"

That's it, that's it.

How did I get slapped in the dream at that time?

No matter how simple martial arts is, there is still a way to do it. If I had practiced such a move back then, even if it was just the basics, the outcome might have been different...

The original meaning of "entering a dream" is to learn these things, right?

Going round and round, this is the beginning... Although it may have deviated from the original intention of the blind man's arrangement, that may be a good thing...

But I heard Zhang Quandao: "But teach me, I didn't mean to use so much force, but it requires the knife to be drawn out fast enough. Once it is fast, you can't hold it back..."

"This needs to be practiced! Just turn around and cut with one knife. How much strength should you use and where should you stop? Practice it a thousand times a day and you will know it!" Teacher Sun's voice was still loud: "Besides, just now Do you understand how I use my waist and legs to do the lunge and horse stance?”

"Huh?" Zhang Quan scratched his head: "No, I didn't see clearly, can the teaching be continued..."

"Huh?" Professor Sun stared.

Zhang Quan shrank with a smile.

Other members of the congregation said one after another: "Everyone didn't see it clearly. The teacher should demonstrate it again..."

Master Sun shook his head, very disappointed. Because this is not the first time I have said it, everyone is as stupid as a cow, they learned it yesterday and forgot it today, and they all dare to say it with a shy face without even seeing it clearly.

He looked around to see if anyone understood, but at a glance he saw Zhao Changhe standing far away in deep thought.

"Um, Zhao Changhe, right?" Sun Jiaoxi shouted: "What's your expression? Do you understand?"

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

Professor Sun directly handed over the knife, but at the same time added: "Raise your head, hold out your chest! Speak louder! Are you a soft-spoken man like Lu Lin? Are you taking the scholar exam?"

Zhao Changhe twitched his cheek: "I belong to the Demon Cult, aren't there some sinister people..."

"Fuck, you're pretty good at fighting! You haven't joined the religion yet, and now you're just...forget it." Mr. Sun hesitated and waved his hands: "Anyway, why don't you speak louder? You haven't eaten yet?"

Zhao Changhe said loudly: "Give me a try with the knife!"

Professor Sun handed over the knife with great satisfaction.

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Who is this?

After taking the knife, I felt it was really light. It only weighed maybe two or three kilograms... This was an ordinary single knife, just like the one he used to kill Luo Zhenwu. It was not the kind of sword that weighed dozens of kilograms in his dream. Knife, I doubt there is such a knife in reality.

When swinging the broadsword, he had to throw it back with all his strength. It was impossible to control where the sword stopped, but this single sword seemed to be able to do so. Zhao Changhe recalled what Teacher Sun had done just now, turned around with a lunge, and with a "swish" sound, he quickly slashed backwards with his single sword, trying to stop at Teacher Sun's position just now, seemingly.

Sun Jiaoxi looked a little surprised: "My understanding is good! How could I start learning martial arts with such a level of understanding and a good body? It's a pity, it's a pity."

Zhao Changhe returned the knife, cupped his fists and said, "Please give me some advice."

"The hands are not stable enough and the position is not precise enough. This needs to be practiced...here..." Teacher Sun took Zhao Changhe's hand and led him to stop in a position: "Remember this sense of position. Once you find it, just swing the sword like this every day, practice it as many times as you can, and then you will be able to swing the sword 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 me."

Professor Sun looked at him sideways for a while, then suddenly turned around and shouted to everyone in the martial arts field: "What are you doing in a daze? Practice on your own! Learn from Zhao Changhe! You are so good the first time you learn. Do you have the face? Still fighting. Those who suffer from crooked melons and cracked dates are not allowed to eat today!”

A group of people stared at Zhao Changhe with unkind eyes.

Zhao Changhe twitched the corner of his mouth. Are you afraid that you will offend all your classmates on the first day of school if you "learn from other people's XXX"?