With my sharp dagger, looking at those fluttering and weak balloons, Hu Mingchen felt a sense of sadness and powerlessness, and he felt that he couldn't do anything.

Hu Mingchen guessed that he mentioned the gun just as an excuse by Pei Qiang, perhaps, no matter whether Hu Mingchen replaced him or not, he would rectify himself like this. According to several past experiences, all of them are like this, and it is impossible for him to make Hu Mingchen smooth at all.

Of course, Hu Mingchen does not deny that he subjectively has no desire to punish or rectify his own ideas and needs, and even, in terms of effect, every time he assigns Hu Mingchen some almost impossible prerequisite tasks, he is actually helping him lay a foundation and let him do solid basic training. But in terms of means, Pei Qiang is digging a pit for Hu Mingchen to make him jump.

Hu Mingchen pinched the dagger and gestured horizontally and vertically at a yellow balloon, but he didn't know where to start. If you pick it, it is estimated that if the tip of the knife touches the balloon, the balloon will burst instantly. If you use cutting, it won't work, the blade will pull, the balloon can't be broken, and the chopping method doesn't seem to be feasible, unless the strength is just right, otherwise, a little bit of strength, the blade can still easily make a hole in the balloon.

Hu Mingchen understood a little, Pei Qiang should have asked Hu Mingchen to master the strength, if it is light, it will not break, if it is too light, the line will not break, and if it is heavy, the balloon will burst, Hu Mingchen must reach the level of lifting weights to do it.

Just talking about not practicing fake tricks, Hu Mingchen has been comparing for a long time, and it won't work if he doesn't give it a try, those lines of light and threats with daggers, they will not break.

Hu Mingchen held up the yellow balloon, which was blown like the size of a watermelon, so that it would not move under the influence of the air.

Although Pei Qiang taught Hu Mingchen that the dagger should be held with his left hand, in order to easily cut the hair-like thin thread, Hu Mingchen still used his right hand, which was more skilled and easy to grasp.

Before the dagger touched the thin line that was clinging to the balloon, Hu Mingchen's hand began to tremble slightly. Not only is the right hand trembling, but even the left hand holding the balloon is not so steady.

"Bang" In the end, when Hu Mingchen's dagger touched the line, it still poked at the balloon, and the balloon exploded as expected.

"Hey, special code. Hu Mingchen's hands hung down in frustration.

According to Pei Qiang's request, the next thing Hu Mingchen had to do was to throw a dagger ten meters away to nail the black spots on the board.

Hu Mingchen was not sure about cutting the thin line on the balloon with a knife, but he was even less confident in throwing a flying knife to nail such a small point.

It's just that you have the confidence to do it, and you don't have the confidence to do it. Hu Mingchen believes that Pei Qiang's calculation is not at the scene if he leaves, and his every move should not escape his eyes.

Hu Mingchen left the area where the balloon was hung and found that a line had been drawn on the ground directly in front of the target board. As long as it exceeds that horizontal line, even if it is ten meters away, otherwise it will be a foul, and it will not be counted as nailing.

Hu Mingchen stood behind the line, pinched the dagger with his right hand and stretched it straight ahead, closed his left eye, and aimed at the small black dot in the center of the target board in the distance with his right eye.

It's a pity that Hu Mingchen's flying knife not only did not nail it to the small black spot, but even, such a good dagger did not nail the board at all, but after the side of the knife blade hit the board, it fell to the ground very shamelessly.

Hu Mingchen shook his head ashamedly, cursed secretly, walked over to pick up the dagger, and then retreated behind the line.

With his foundation and level, Pei Qiang really can't teach him, just like a doctoral tutor who wants to take a middle school student, he can't bring it at all. The foundation is too far away, and no matter how good the doctoral supervisor is, the content he talks about is in vain if middle school students can't understand it.

Hu Mingchen stretched out his right hand again, aiming at the black dot and gesturing, "bang", very unlucky, the dagger thrown by Hu Mingchen fell to the ground again, and did not nail the plank.

It seems that Hu Mingchen's training requirements have been greatly reduced, he doesn't have the luxury of whether the dagger he throws out can nail the black spot, he has to make sure that the knife thrown out is pointed forward and can be nailed to the wooden board. If there is no premise at all, then what is the use of aiming accurately?

What's more, Hu Mingchen's aim like that is purely a waste of expression and useless. Even if he had taken aim at the beginning, but when he raised his hand and threw the knife again, the deviation was not a little bit.

Those real throwing knife masters, which one will aim with their eyes, basically rely on the heart, or just rely on a feeling of practice, that feeling is right, whether it is a dagger or a dart, you can do whatever you want.

The dagger that was thrown out twice did not nail the plank, which made Hu Mingchen feel extremely ashamed. If Pei Qiang saw it at this moment, he wouldn't have to laugh off his big teeth.

At this moment, Pei Qiang is indeed monitoring Hu Mingchen. It's just that he didn't laugh at Hu Mingchen's serious mistakes twice, and he couldn't laugh. Pinching his chin with one hand and turning the dagger in his hand with the other, his expression was very solemn.

When encountering a professor like Hu Mingchen, anyone will look solemn.

"Special code, Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, how difficult is this, others can do it, and they are not stupid than any other, why can't they do it. Hu Mingchen vented with his left hand and hit his right hand, which had repeatedly made mistakes, and stepped forward again to pick up the dagger himself.

Since cutting the yellow balloon, Hu Mingchen has repeated and repeated the same action all day long, that is, throwing a dagger to pick up a dagger, and then throwing a dagger and picking up a dagger.

At the end of the day, Hu Mingchen didn't know how many times he threw it or picked it up, he only knew that his hands were getting heavier and heavier, and his waist was getting more and more sore.

Pei Qiang asked Hu Mingchen to throw darts, just to let him practice his head and feelings, and what Hu Mingchen didn't know, he could endure loneliness.

A master, no matter what kind of master he is, must be a person who can endure loneliness, and if he is an impetuous person, he will never reach that realm.

In this room, Hu Mingchen was the only one, which was very different from any previous training. In the previous training, Hu Mingchen could see people, or he could see the sun blowing and the wind.

However, now Hu Mingchen is in an enclosed space, and there is no one else except himself, and even except for his own voice, he can't hear the rest of the sounds. And the content of the training is so boring, if Hu Mingchen can't calm down, then he won't be able to pass this level anyway.

Whether it is to cut the line on the balloon, or really throw the dagger to nail the little black spot, Hu Mingchen must be calm, let himself settle down, in addition to being quick with his eyes and hands, he should also be calm and steady. Only in this way can he reach the realm of the dagger moving at will, can he easily cut the thin line on the balloon, and can hit the black dot with one hit.

A few hours ago, Hu Mingchen was fine, and he could barely deal with it calmly. But in the back, as the stupid movements were repeated more and more, Hu Mingchen began to become impetuous.

When the dagger was picked up, Hu Mingchen would have the kind of situation where he would throw the dagger out again without immersion, and even he would vent his anger and smash the dagger directly into the wooden board.

After a day of practice, Hu Mingchen could have been able to nail more than half of the daggers he threw out to the board, but as his impetuousness deepened, the effect declined again, and he could take the dagger off the board several times in a row.

Even if Pei Qiang knew Hu Mingchen's state of mind, he neither reminded nor taught.

How far a person can go and how far he can practice, understanding is very important.

Assuming that everything has to be explained clearly, and you will not reflect and precipitate to find a way, then no matter how diligent you practice, you will be a good hand at best, and you will not be able to become a real master.

A true master must be able to learn spontaneously and actively, and be good at absorbing and reflecting. Only in this way can we be able to do what others cannot, so as to make ourselves better than the blue.

After throwing the dagger for a day, Hu Mingchen felt that he was a little unsteady when he pinched the chopsticks, and when he returned to the dormitory at night, Hu Mingchen washed his face with his left hand, and his right hand was as heavy as lead.

Lying on the bed, Hu Mingchen began to recall and reflect on what he had gained today. It's just that after thinking about it for a while, Hu Mingchen didn't find anything at all.

It seems that the whole day is a useless work, not only did not cut the line on the balloon, but also, thrown countless times, not once did not hit the black heart. Not only did he not hit the black heart, but even the number of times the dagger was nailed to the plank changed from less to more, and then from more to less.

Hu Mingchen turned over, he firmly believed that Pei Qiang's arrangement was purposeful and targeted, but what did he have to do to meet those two seemingly almost impossible requirements.

After tossing and turning for a long time, Hu Mingchen didn't get a reason.

In a daze, he fell asleep from exhaustion.

When he got up early the next morning, Hu Mingchen went to wash his face and brush his teeth, and found that his right arm had become swollen. As a last resort, Hu Mingchen had no choice but to ask his left hand to complete this series of actions.

On this day, Pei Qiang did not accompany Hu Mingchen to the practice room, and after running for a while in the morning, he went to continue practicing the dagger by himself.

The right hand could no longer move, so Hu Mingchen continued to let the left hand do the work for him.

But yesterday with his right hand, Hu Mingchen's results were so unsatisfactory, not to mention that he has become left-handed now, and he has to use a more unfamiliar and unsuitable left hand.

Hu Mingchen didn't have to cut the balloon today, he had to nail the black spot before he could cut a balloon.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" Hu Mingchen threw the dagger with his left hand five times in a row after standing on the line, and his dagger hit the board five times and fell to the ground mercilessly, and there was no chance to nail it to the board.

Suddenly, Hu Mingchen was even more shocked.