()"Manly man, this little hardship is afraid, how can you achieve great things!" Yang Zheng muttered, walked to the waterfall, the waterfall in the early morning exuded a clear breath, he inhaled a few hard breaths, inhaled the incomparably clear air into his lungs, slowly spit out, only then did he let out a low sigh, his legs lightly on a boulder, a vertical leap, his body passed through the water wall of the waterfall, and fell on the boulder of yesterday.

"Boom!"

As soon as he stood still, a wall of water smashed down.

"I'm cau, your mother-?" In the waterfall, Yang Zhen shouted vigorously, gritted his teeth and slashed with a knife.

The sound of the rumbling waterfall, in this valley, resounded non-stop, mixed with the shouts of a young man who did not admit defeat.

Yang Zheng was gritting his teeth, clenching the wooden knife in his hand, slashing the water wall in front of him one by one, and every time a single knife was slashed, with his low shouting and cheering, it was intertwined with the rumbling waterfall, forming a strange scene.

I don't know how long it took, the wooden knife became slower and slower, but each knife was more powerful than the other, and the wooden knife slashed on the water wall, stirring up layers of splashes.

In the wall of water, Yang Zheng snorted and said in a low voice: "I still don't believe it, I can't do what the old man can do!" With the breath of breath, his feet on the boulder, like the pine and cypress on the cliff, insisted that the green mountains did not relax, standing dead on the boulder, the wooden knife in the right hand was getting slower and slower, but a faint strong momentum, slowly in the water wall of the waterfall, looming, every time the waterfall fell, his knife technique can always split a layer of splash, no longer the original slash, it was hit back by the powerful impact of the water wall.

The morning sun slowly receded, the morning sun shone obliquely from the top of the head, shrouded the entire valley in a light, unconsciously split for most of the morning, Rao is Yang Zheng's body is strong, full of strength, such a chop, but also a little unbearable, now every time he kills, the muscles on the arm faintly come from a sour and numb pain, he knows that the more so, the more he can't relax, and he has to grit his teeth and swing the knife hard.

He gritted his teeth, and in the shouting, he slashed out one after another, and his legs, standing on the boulder, had begun to be sour and weak with the lapping of the waterfall.

"Boom!"

The waterfall let out a roar, Yang Zheng could no longer stand steadily, stumbled, sat down, fell into the water, the waterfall slapped his body strongly, and there was an indescribable feeling of comfort.

"This guy is really fucking cheap!" Yang Zheng in the water scolded, and his body was still lying in the water, gently turning with the torrent of the water pool.

In addition to the water around, there are occasional whistling wind, as well as birdsong, the cry of frogs in the corner, and the sound of people being blown by the wind talking.

"It doesn't seem like a good day!"

I don't know how long it took, "Poof." In the water, Yang Zheng's head was drilled, and he spit out, and the lake water that was held in his mouth by himself, he chirped twice, and then reached out to touch the sweat on his face, and looked around, seeing that the sky was completely bright, and it was not good to go on so naked here, if it was seen by the eldest lady, maybe she would scream what it would be?

Slowly paddling his sour body, he swam to the shore, leaned most of his body on a boulder that was warmed by the morning sun, rested for a while, and then climbed up with difficulty, carrying a single knife, and returned to his cave with a slow pace.

He fell into his bed, didn't think of anything, and fell asleep.

This sleep only slept darkly, until the sunset, only to open his eyes from sleep, a look outside the cave, the sunset obliquely, the mountains outside the cave are beautiful and delicious under the background of the sunset, in case of rain and fog, the clouds and smoke are covered, the mountains seem to be dancing, ethereal and ethereal, if you leave, it is very delicate, but it is a pity that Yang Zheng did not open his eyes for half a minute, anyway, Uncle Sai is not there, and he doesn't have to cook and wash clothes for anyone, when to sleep, he can't let himself decide, slightly raised his head, and fell heavily on the quilt, Once again, he fell into a deep sleep.

In this way, for more than ten days, every day before dawn, he got up and went to the waterfall to practice sailing against the current, until he was exhausted, and then came back to rest, and when he was hungry, he got up, ate something indiscriminately, and then fell asleep.

In the early morning of today's eleventh day, counting the day of August 15th, he has been practicing for twelve days, and with the gradual cycle of practice, he gradually comprehended the essence of the knife technique of sailing against the current, and today is the day when he will be done, this is not an experience, but an intuition.

"Boom..."

A loud noise came from the valley, and the birds and beasts, who had long been accustomed to the sound, were not afraid at all, and chattered non-stop, making this small valley extremely lively and extraordinary.

Yang Zheng carried a wooden knife and sat on the opposite rock, concentrating and calming, like an old monk in a state of calm.

I don't know how long it took, he opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, there was a touch of fortitude, black and white eyes, looking at the huge waterfall that fell from the sky like a silver dragon, and exhaled heavily.

"Grandpa's, in order to sail against the current, fight!"

Yang Zheng gritted his teeth and roared, quickly took off his clothes, and then held the single knife tightly, took a quick breath, his body lightly touched the boulder, his feet bowed slightly, and his whole body was on their respective boulders, and he quickly clicked it, like a kung fu giant who flew off the wall, and ran through the water wall very neatly, jumped on a boulder, and firmly stood on his feet.

Thundered!

Thundered!

……

The huge waterfall slapped his sturdy body unceremoniously, and after dozens of days of hard training, he is now adapted to this ability to resist beating, and his body does not have the soreness and numbness pain at the beginning, but has a very comfortable feeling.

He spat out a mouthful of lake water, looked up at the huge waterfall in front of him from the water wall, and saw that there was a cup of tea: "Sun Tzu said: Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, you will not be defeated in a hundred battles!" I'm going to take a good look at you today, what the hell are you! ”

Yang Zheng didn't know how long it took to retract his raised neck, stretched out his hand to wipe the water droplets on his face, and slowly exhaled, his eyes narrowed slightly, if Uncle Sai was here, he would definitely find that the young man in front of him was no longer the young man he was more than ten days ago, and his body flashed with a sense of fortitude, self-confidence, and conquest.

After a while, the slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and suddenly, a momentum that had never been revealed emanated from Yang Zheng's body, as if like a fierce tiger, condescending, looking down at the qiē in front of him, that kind of domineering and invincible momentum, I am afraid that Uncle Sai has never seen it.

"In these years, how can you do it without hiding some strength?" Yang Zheng smiled, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, with a sense of pride.