Chen Shi walked home with the chick in his arms, and his mind kept pondering the old man's words.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that a terrible truth was about to come out.

"Brother, what are you doing here?" Chen Ye didn't know where he came from, and suddenly jumped up and patted Chen Shi on the shoulder, and said with a grin.

Chen Shi was thinking about this bizarre thing in his heart, but at this time, he was taken aback by Chen Yi, and even threw the chicken in his hand to the ground. Chen Shi didn't have time to answer, so he hurriedly lay on the ground and chased the chickens running around.

Chen Yi looked at his brother's embarrassed appearance, and couldn't help laughing, and tears of laughter flowed out.

Chen Shi picked up the chicken, poked Chen Yi's head and said, "You stinky girl, why are you always frizzy." ”

Chen Yi stuck out his little tongue, made a grimace at his brother, and then coquettishly took Chenshi's arm and laughed: "Brother, what are we going to eat at night!"

"Eat you!" said Chen Shi angrily.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the afterglow was still warm, and on this country road, the brother and sister were illuminated with a long shadow.

That night, Chen also played for a day, and he had already fallen asleep, but Chen Shi was extremely awake.

He had been thinking about the old man's words - every five years on the second day of the second month of February, monsters would come out and eat people, and this day was the day of the general election of the Aoyama faction.

"That's right! On the second day of the second month of February, the largest number of people came to Qingshan in five years!" Chen Shi seemed to have finally found an entrance to solve the problem, and he sat up suddenly, and slapped his palms to the sides of his body excitedly.

Chen Yi has always had a problem with moving when she sleeps, and she doesn't know when she has arched to Chenshi's side. Chen Shi didn't pay attention to it, and with his excited beat, his left hand slapped his sister's buttocks.

"Ah, brother, what are you doing!" Chen Yi woke up in pain, and said angrily, "Brother is really cautious, and he will retaliate when he sees people fall asleep." ”

Chen Shi's face turned red, and he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry Yibao, my brother didn't mean it." ”

"Hmph!" Chen also turned around and rubbed her buttocks, a little away from Dechen, as if she was afraid of being injured by mistake again, she went to sleep close to the window root.

Chen Shi looked at his sister's cute and clumsy appearance, and smiled dotingly, but he felt that there was some soft and warm feeling on his left hand. This made Chen Shi suddenly feel embarrassed, his face was flushed, and he twitched his hand fiercely.

Chen Shi thought about undressing and bathing his sister on weekdays, but he never shied away from it, and he was calm. Today, it's a good thing, his body actually has a little strange, what kind of nerve is he making?

For a while, Chen Shi suddenly felt distraught, and he didn't think about things anymore, he just wanted to fall asleep quickly.

Early in the morning of the second day, Tatsushi got up early. He first took the iron sword he had made himself, which he had learned to beat with the blacksmith at the entrance of the village, and then ran outside the courtyard and came to an old locust tree.

This old locust tree grew extremely thick, but I don't know when it died. Since two years ago, Chen Shi got up early every day, used this old locust tree as a target, and practiced the sword for an hour.

Chen Shi didn't know any swordsmanship at all, but he thought to himself that he used to do a lot of heavy work behind his sister's back every day, and he had already trained a body of muscles, but unfortunately he had more than enough physique and insufficient skills, so he should always practice something to find some tricks. Swords are the most commonly used, and they practiced swords indiscriminately.

Chen Shi thought, the swordsmanship in this world is not innate, someone must create it.

That Lu Zhenjun, the patriarch of the Qingshan faction, created his original swordsmanship and immortal cultivation method, could it be that he has one less arm and one leg than him?

The young man always loves to be heroic, and it is precisely because of this that Chen Shi can insist on getting up early every day to practice swords, and he has never stopped for two years. He longed to practice his swordsmanship so that he could avenge his parents.

On this day, Chen Shi looked at the old locust tree in front of him, which had been stabbed by himself, and did not make a move, but fell into deep thought.

In the past thousand mornings, he has tried various methods to practice his sword, such as moving left and right, jumping up and down, and assuming that the old locust tree is the monster, how he dodges and counterattacks, and in the end, it always ends in his victory.

However, the old locust tree is a dead thing after all, if it is alive, can he still hit it?

Chen Shi suddenly saw that on the trunk of the old locust tree, among the traces of thousands of random sword cuts, there was a thin and deep hole, which was suddenly "difficult" one day and stabbed straight in, and the sword pierced extremely perfectly, fast and straight, until there was no hilt.

Chen Shi had a flash of inspiration, "Yes! It doesn't matter if the other party is alive or dead, as long as my speed is fast enough and the timing of my attack is good enough, I will be able to kill him with one blow!"

If you want to pierce quickly, you can't bend and fancy. The tip of the sword, the hilt, and even my body had to form a straight line with the enemy's heart to be fast and ruthless.

Chen Shi thought like this, and suddenly looked at the old locust tree, and he adjusted his breathing, as if facing a great enemy.

Suddenly, Chen Shi suddenly jumped high diagonally, a sword stabbed diagonally upward, his feet were close together in the air, and his whole body was parallel to the long sword, looking like a human sword was one, with an invincible killing intent.

I only heard the sound of "bang", and before Chen Shi touched the edge of the old locust tree, he fell heavily to the ground and did not get up for a long time.

This scene happened to be seen by two teenagers passing by to chop wood, and they laughed: "Look, the heroes of our village are practicing swords again." ”

Chenshi's face fell into the dirt, and it hurt fiercely. He simply lay on the ground and meditated on what had gone wrong with his blow.

Chen Shi understands that he can't work lightly, although he jumps higher than others, but at this height, he still can't stab the monster's heart after all.

Most importantly, it's stupid to do this way.

He didn't have the ability to fly, so he jumped in the air with nowhere to borrow, let alone change direction, and could only be like an arrow shot out, most likely with no return.

Chen Shi patted the soil and stood up, not depressed by failure, in the past two years, in the matter of sword training, he has mostly failed, but he has never lost the slightest confidence.

To be quick and accurate, but also to be unexpected-Chen Shi finally summed up the experience. And what he didn't know was that most of the mysteries of the world's swordsmanship were inseparable from these words.

What Chen Shi didn't know was that in the past two years, after thousands of hours of hard work and slashing, regardless of his true qi and internal strength, his swordsmanship was actually better than that of the third- and fourth-rate swordsmen in the Changfeng Country.

Because the vast majority of cultivators are picking up people's wisdom, they will only learn other people's swordsmanship and mental techniques, and apply one move and one style, but they forget the true essence of swordsmanship.

With a "duh" sound, Chen Shi quickly plunged a sword into the small hole in front of the old locust tree, making a crisp sound.

After this sword, when Chen Shi took out the sword again, there were only the tip of the sword and small holes in his eyes, and all the movements of his body were only to make these two points meet as quickly as possible.

Chen Shi imagined the small holes of the old locust tree as the arteries of the heart, neck, eyes, kidneys, and even thighs of the man-eating monster - in short, all the vital places in the body.

He constantly changes his position—whether it is from the left, from the right, or from the back of the old locust tree, whether it is a step away or seven or eight feet away, he always finds the fastest way to move and draw the sword, in order to accurately pierce the sword into the small hole in the shortest possible time.

The more Chen Shi practiced, the more happy he became, because he knew that he had finally found the right trick and direction for sword practice, which was very different from the feeling of practicing swords in the past.

This swordsmanship is about to be completed, and I will call you the Acacia Sword in the future.

Chen Shi stood still, stroking the ordinary but sharpened iron sword, and muttered to himself.

At this hour, the sweat had already soaked through his clothes, but when he saw that it was still early, he practiced again.

At this time, the two teenagers before had already come back from chopping wood, and when they saw Chen Shi again, they almost dropped their jaws - they saw that Chen Shi's sword movement became extremely clean and neat, and there was no stupidity, and he moved even more smoothly, extremely fast, and each sword was firmly stabbed at the same point of the old locust tree.

Every sword in Chen Shi stabbed very seriously, the murderous aura on his face was hidden, and the sword intent was compelling.

"Chen Daxia is such a fast and fierce sword!" the two teenagers exclaimed at the same time.

The most pitiful child in the village, standing in his own small courtyard, seemed to have suddenly become an immortal master.

Its sword is like cold light, and its body moves like a swimming dragon.