Shi Ding held a knife about a foot long, about three fingers wide, shaped like a willow leaf, wearing a blue sleeveless gown, standing in the open space where the carriage was parked before, and was practicing the knife with a serious face. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info can see that Shi Ding's knife moves are still very unfamiliar, not like practicing knife skills at all, but using a knife to imitate the action of chopping wood and cutting trees. Every move is very light and slow, only the shape is like but there is no power, and the power held in the heart is vented in the shouting. From time to time, because I forgot how to make the next move, I stop and think about it for a long time, and then start again.

Today is Shi Ding's first day of practicing knives, although the knife is not long, it is still a little weighty, and it is not easy for Shi Ding to be able to draw all the moves and styles completely. Shi Ding was quite hard, he got up at dawn to practice the knife, the cyan coat on his body was already soaked with sweat, and he still insisted on practicing all the knife techniques before he put away the knife and stopped to rest.

The mother-in-law of the shopkeeper Shi twisted her body that had already appeared in waves, like a trot, but in fact, the speed was slower than the stride of a person with sharp legs and feet, pushed away the onlookers and squeezed into the venue, unfolded the handkerchief in her hand that had been twisted into twisted by her, and couldn't help but sigh and wipe the sweat off Shi Ding's body. Turning his face, he found that Shopkeeper Shi was still standing by the wall and smirking, and suddenly sparks splashed in his eyes, and a lion's roar passed over, and Shopkeeper Shi was so frightened that he almost couldn't hold on to the wall and sat on the ground.

"You dead fat man, why don't you go and open a store to make money, what are you doing standing there stupidly? The family is waiting for dinner, do you still want the old lady to go out to earn money for you? Poor and rich in martial arts, if you don't have money, what will your son take to learn martial arts? Could it be that you want your son to become a waste like you! ”

Shopkeeper Shi just smirked, still didn't lose his temper back, turned around slowly obediently, and prepared to take care of the wine and meat shop.

Shi Ding just rested for a while, and then consciously walked to the back of the house at the edge of the field, where there were two stone locks side by side, the big one weighed fifty catties, and the small one weighed only twenty catties, together with the lancet that Sting danced before, it was given to Sting by Liu Dejiang.

The fifty-pound stone lock Sting could only barely lift it off the ground. Sting gritted his teeth with a serious face, and was ruthless at the twenty-pound small stone lock, lifting and putting it down again and again, and his round fat face was red.

The adults around the surrounding area began to disperse, Shi Ding practiced the knife a bit like a monkey, they just came to see the excitement, Shi Ding stopped playing the knife, naturally there was no excitement to see, the time was not early, they still had to be busy for the life of the family, only a few children who were still squatting on the edge of the field did not leave, they were not as busy with livelihood as adults.

The children in the valley never had access to the weapons of soldiers or guards, and Sting not only had a bright lancet of his own, but also a knife technique that only the guards in the mountain villa could practice, which made several children envious.

A boy about ten years of age about the same age as Sting quietly walked up to the chair where Sting had put the knife and stretched out his hand to touch the lancet that was shining with cold light in his eyes.

"Little tree, don't touch my knife!"

The boy named Little Tree was discovered by Sting before he could succeed. Stin threw away the stone lock, rushed over in a few steps, picked up the lancet, waved it a few times majestically, and said, "Ha, ha!" He shouted twice. The lancet's arc of light went straight to the small tree that was crouching on the ground. I saw a white light flash in front of my eyes, "Ah! The tree let out a scream and fell to the ground on its back. The little tree was frightened, and he heard Sting's smug laugh.

"All of you come here!"

The lancet was carried on his shoulder, and Sting found that not only did it look imposing, but it was also much less laborious than carrying it in his hand all the time. After all, the lancet is too light in the hands of adults, and it still has some weight for a child. Stretched out his other hand and pointed to see the lively children who hadn't left, plus the small trees, a total of six. One by one, they looked carefully at the knife on Sting's shoulder. It's not that they haven't seen knives, which family can live without knives, but knives are different, they are not afraid of the wood knives at home, and the lancet with the cold light on Sting's shoulders really makes them feel furious, because the knife is not used to chop wood, but to fight, and even to kill, it is a knife that wants to see blood.

"If you like this knife, come and have a look!"

Sting ostentatiously held the lancet in both hands, and sent it to the eyes of six children who were about the same age as him, only about ten years old, and only six or seven years old. The six children were not too familiar with Sting, so they hesitated for a moment, and when they saw that Sting did not regret it, they cautiously stretched out their hands over. There was only cold light on the knife, but there was no cold, and it was still a little warm after being exposed to the sun.

One looked only about six years old, probably the youngest of the six children, and was thin and small, and the second dog shouted, but his fingers accidentally touched the blade. The feeling of entering the flesh and the pain came out at the same time, and there were bright red blood droplets coming out of the fingers, and the painful Ergou whispered and inhaled cool air. The children in the valley are not as delicate as the children of rich families, and when they saw the blood, none of the children next to them panicked, and they would not care too much about such small injuries and pains on weekdays. Sting let out a smug laugh at the sharpness of his sword. Ergou felt as if he had done something wrong, and after screaming, he didn't dare to cry out in pain, and his fingers that were still bleeding were no longer looked at and turned behind him.

"See, this is the real sword used by the guards of the Golden Sword Alliance, as long as you follow me, I guarantee that each of you can get such a treasure knife!"

"Really?" Because of the excitement, little stars sparkled in Xiaoshu's eyes. A man with a sword in his hand and a man with a firewood knife in his hand will definitely not be of the same grade, and the children in the valley will also carry knives with them when they see the big people in the villa. In the children's mind, only men who can dance knives are qualified to be big shots. Sting had his own blade, and immediately had a sense of superiority over the other children, so that he was one level higher than them, and of course the children of the valley also wished that they could have their own knives, and they had to learn to dance knives.

"Of course it's true, my uncle is a guard in the villa, it's not a trivial matter to get a knife for each of you, and my uncle taught me to practice knives, you can also learn together, and we can all become real powerhouses in the future!" Sting said as he took two steps back. "Do you know what it takes to be a real powerhouse?"

In front of the six children, Sting brandished his lancet again. The six children did not dare to open their glasses too much, and they could faintly hear the whining of the wind from the dancing of the lancet. It wasn't until his strength was exhausted that he could no longer wield the wind and power, and Shi Ding put away his knife, stood up straight in style, and looked like an adult, without a trace of a smile on his face, pretending to be very serious.

"Well, my uncle should teach me how to practice knives, so why should he teach you? You can't afford to ask for money, but what can you come up with if you want things? You poor bastards, but you still have to do something to learn the knife, so I want you all to recognize me as the boss, do you know what the boss is? ”

Boss, who doesn't know? The eldest child in the family is naturally the eldest. Ergou opened his mouth to say something, but when he found Sting's ready to bite gaze, he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth. The eldest little tree had a vague idea, but he couldn't understand it, so he shook his head like the other five children.

"I tell you what the boss is, the boss is the most powerful person among us, that is, me, I am your boss, whoever dares to bully me in the future will go together, help me beat him, give me any good things first, and give me anything delicious to eat first, you can only walk behind me when you go out to play together, and you all have to rush to the front to protect me when you fight, by the way, my uncle also said that if you want to recognize me as your boss, you must be loyal to me, because I am your boss, that is, your leader, Do you agree? Agreed, come and practice with me early tomorrow morning, or you can do it from now on, if you don't agree, you will all get away from me, this is my territory, and you are not allowed to step into here in the future! ”

The older little tree can understand Sting's requirements to some extent, and he also knows that if he wants to get what he wants, he must have some reason. Only by learning to dance the knife can it be possible to become a strong man, so there is such a good opportunity, he must learn the dance knife, Xiaoshu nodded without thinking too much.

But the younger children were confused, and they could understand Sting's words, but they couldn't understand the whole story. Ergou glanced at the fingers that had stopped bleeding and the pain was no longer so strong and was scratched by the blade, and shook his head a little dejectedly.

"It's okay to call you boss, it's okay to walk behind you, even if I go to fight with you, it's nothing, but what if I don't have anything at home, let alone anything to eat?"

"yes, I don't have anything to eat at home!"

The children of the valley have already made their parents struggle to be fed and clothed, where can there be something delicious that Sting, the son of the shopkeeper of the wine and butcher shop, can look at? As soon as Ergou finished speaking, other children immediately spoke up.

"Then ...... Then ......" Sting was a little embarrassed, feeling that even if he became the boss, he was destined to not get any benefits. "Then all of you must listen to me, and no one shall object to what I tell you to do, and you shall not disobey my orders!" If you can do it, I'll let you recognize me as the boss, and if that doesn't work, then I can't do anything. ”

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