Knife art is an art.

He remembered that his teacher had said so a long time ago.

Here, a knife, a man, a stone stake.

It's just that the owner of the knife doesn't look like some peerless master, just a clean-looking but stubble-covered uncle, with messy black hair, wearing an old gray shirt and black knee-length shorts, standing barefoot on the ground.

He was in a slightly empty hall.

There was nothing else on the ground, just a clean stone floor, which seemed to be cleaned from time to time, and there was no dust, and the small wooden thorns in the corners of the wall skirts showed that there was a wooden floor a long time ago, the white wall paint was slightly yellowed and peeled off, and the gray high-density stone ceiling was making a small "squeak" sound, which made the man start to think about how long he hadn't swept the attic.

About two months ago, after throwing some useless things in and eating ashes, I didn't bother to take care of them, and some of the little ones who belonged to the night built nests in them.

Isn't it time to get a cat?

The uncle's eyes immediately became serious, thinking about this important question.

Go outside and pick up a young cat that fights a little harder.,Pull out a little soul contract.,Let it not run.,And then send it to catch mice.,Usually.。。。 It's free-range, anyway, it's mixed outside, take more baths and pay attention to hygiene, even if it's a magic pet, it's definitely going to live long, it just needs to catch mice.

Thinking of a slight lack of conscience, he immediately made up his mind and came back in a few days to catch a cat, so that the problem of mice would be solved.

Speaking of which, what did the old man think in the first place, why did he close the gym and give it to himself as a house to live in? The middle-aged man glanced at the sign placed in the corner of the wall, the gilded big characters, which recorded the glory of the martial arts hall, and the gold paint painted on the font was the same as the wall paint, which fell off a little because of neglect of maintenance.

It is almost inevitable that the martial arts hall will reach this point today, the times are different, many things that need time to be mastered gradually, and learning things become unimportant, unless they are professionals, and those who simply want to strengthen their bodies, no one wants to learn such boring things, thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, learn knife techniques, of course, start learning from the most basic swinging knife, the knife is stable, cut accurately, and then you can start to talk about the next step.

Fortunately, there are still quite a few people who are willing to learn more things to keep fit, and the tuition fees are enough for him and a few adopted apprentices to live on, as well as the surplus that can be saved.

It's just that those who are interested in learning, those who pay tuition fees can't learn for a long time.

The shortest, only one day, felt that the training was too hard to leave, and the longest, that is, two years, felt that it was almost enough to leave.

The group of apprentices were old and young, and their talents were also uneven.

He once met a genius.

The ten-year-old little guy is simply a natural swordsman, the first time he took a knife, he said that he liked this feeling very much, and he made super fast progress in the learning process, and he was also very heavy, even if he was more harsh and doubled the standard, he was also a top knife master Miaozi, but he still gave up halfway, because his parents wanted him to concentrate on studying, and the child's innate spiritual power level reached the threshold of several top wizarding schools in China.

It was the first time he begged someone, and he knew he would fail, but he still tried it, and in the end, he failed.

Now, the ones he has learned the most are the children he adopted from the orphanage, an old man who doesn't know why he has to learn, and a martial artist who is determined to improve himself.

This morning, none of them were there.

"Just one hit, one last hit, and call it a day when the cut is finished. He muttered, gently gripping the handle of the knife on his left, "One last time." ”

The man's name is Luan, Luan Kay.

He is a swordsman, a self-proclaimed swordsman, one hundred and fifty hundred years old this year, a race of humans, and a second-ring warrior.

Grabbing the hilt of the knife and taking a lower stance, it was a bit like a lunge, except that his upper body was upright, leaning forward slightly, and as the movement unfolded, Lune slowly closed his eyes.

His breathing changed.

Breathing slowly, blood pumps slowing down, Rune is like a living sculpture.

A speck of dust fell, about to fall on his skin, but it was bounced open by something invisible, the man's body, the hairs rose suddenly, the pores accompanied by breathing, the subtle opening and closing, the whole person's will, had fallen silent, and then, and then nothing happened.

The uncle stood up casually, yawned, and looked at the magic clock on the wall.

The time is shown as seven fathoms in the morning, which is around eight o'clock.

There should have been people selling breakfast outside, and there are idle old men and young people who go out for morning exercises, people have things, he also has them, there are shortcomings in the house, and they have to go out to buy, as for the children, let them sleep more, it is the time to grow the body, if he can't sleep, he has to think about whether the child is uncomfortable.

"Well, it's time to change the toothbrush. ”

After two or three months, the hair is a little curly.

"I also had to buy two tablecloths and a broom. ”

Things have been used up, they should be replaced, and they don't think much about the future, and the life should still be comfortable.

Everything that needs to be done is thought out, so all you have to do is take the money and go out.

Turning left on the door and heading to the store, Lune glanced at his usual eyes, with a cheap cigarette in his mouth, and greeted people casually.

"Kane!"

An old man with gray hair stopped him and handed him a small bag: "This is my child's tuition for next month, you can take it first." "Yes, I'll do my best to teach him well. ”

The short and sturdy little chubby dun, he quickly found something related to it in his mind, he has been studying in the martial arts hall for three months, the old man seems to want to take this as a long-term hobby for his grandson to learn, even if he doesn't learn how advanced, he can also exercise, at the beginning, the little fat man was just a fat body, and the exercise effect was obvious.

He smiled and talked to the old man.

As a teacher, they still chatted very happily, the child has average talent, but he is willing to learn, willing to practice, just do it, but, I heard people, the reason why the little fat man practiced very hard, the whole person lost weight, in order not to be bullied, a very simple wish, has also been realized.

In the end, the little chubby dun'er's grandfather also stuffed him with two bottles of wine, which is not a high-end product, ordinary wine, but others give it to you for free, and there is nothing to pick and choose.

And in the room that I had just walked out, the wind that blew in from the door blew on the stone pillar.

In the silence, at the upper end of the stone pillar, there were seven oblique downward strips little by little, the distance was almost exactly the same, and the neatly arranged lines, from top to bottom, the parts divided by the "line" slipped off one by one, scattered all over the place, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror.