"If you don't hit someone, you won't hit me in the face...... Jiulang, you dare to punch again, and I'm going to beat you for Shizhen......"

"Ahh......h

Xishan, hidden in front of the big earthen house in the maple forest, has not been seen for half a year, and the meeting between Xu Wudao and his beloved disciple began after Qin Yue gave him an old fist.

"Let you tell me, let you tell me, do you know what I eat in the barracks, the last month I ate was moldy wheat rice and drank black bean soup...... I'm almost going to eat a severed head, don't run, I'm going to beat you up. ”

The scene in front of him, Jia Yin really couldn't imagine.

When he first saw Xu Wudao, he saw that he was wearing a jade-white robe, with crane hair and a childish face, and the silver wire was meticulously combed, fixed with a jasper hairpin, and the three white whiskers were about six or seven inches long, neatly hanging on his chest. A pair of eyebrows are as black as ink, and under the eyebrows are a pair of particularly slender eyes, with deep eyes, and a smooth forehead that occupies about half of the face area, which looks very strange.

It is really ...... that such a Dao leader of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone was chased and beaten by his own apprentices all over the mountains and fields

Tie Luohan looked at the boring play of the master and apprentice, smiled rarely, and asked Jia Yin: "How is it?" ”

Jia Yin said with a smile: "Fortunately, there is no danger, when I came back, I was not only exempted from punishment, but also promoted, I am now a captain of Xuanjie." After thinking about it, he said with some heartache: "It's a pity that the knife is damaged, there is a small gap, and the edge is blunt." ”

Tie Luohan took the knife and looked at it, and said with a smile: "This is a trivial matter, this small defect is harmless, it would be good to polish it if it is not sharp." ”

"I want to sharpen it well in the army, but Chen Scar said that the knife can't be too sharp, and the blunt point is better, so I listened to him, he was very envious of my knife, and said that one day when he was looking for a good piece of iron, he also asked the master to help him fight it, oh, he used a thick-backed Pu knife."

"Well, there is a good Pu knife, and you can carry one when you go back."

"Really?"

The lazy monk held a bowl in one hand and a cucumber in the other, happily watching Jia Yin speak, seeing that others looked more mature and taller, but he still spoke as honest as before, and couldn't help laughing: "Huzi, has your kung fu grown?" ”

"Yes, Master, if I don't want to show you."

The lazy monk nodded.

Jia Yin tied his belt, first hit a set of "Running Thunder Palm", only to see him rise calmly, his hand led to the line, it seemed to be astringent, one of them converted into a punch, and the clothes that shook directly "banged", and the air in front of the fist seemed to be shaken apart by substance, like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

After this formula, Jia Yin's fists and feet sometimes sink elbows and bend knees, sometimes big splits, fast and slow, high and low, every effort, is a soft sound of "pop", the whole person is like an excited war horse, roaring, galloping, rolling up all the way to the dust.

After the boxing practice, Jia Yin stood honestly, although he thought that he was much stronger than before, but he still waited for the two masters to judge with anxiety.

The lazy monk smiled: "The fight is very good, there is already a hidden thunder in the punch, it seems that the fight of real swords and guns on the battlefield will help you a lot." ”

Jia Yin was a little frustrated, lowered his head and said softly: "I was defeated by someone." ”

The lazy monk laughed and said, "How old are you, and how long have you been studying with your teacher?" The dirt and poison on the body have not been removed, and it is already very good to be able to have this kind of cultivation. That's it, it's okay in the last two days or so, I'll pass you on the knife technique all the way. ”

Jiayin was overjoyed, and was about to kneel down and kowtow again, but was held up by the lazy monk, patted him on the shoulder, and yelled at the living treasure master and apprentice who rushed to the forest: "Have you two made enough trouble, come over to eat if you have made enough trouble." ”

The knife technique taught by the lazy monk is a two-handed knife.

Jia Yin took the knife handed over by the master, and found that the hand was quite heavy, about seven or eight catties in weight, but it was a straight crest arc blade knife, with two deep blood grooves on the yin and yang sides, the knife body was three feet two inches long, three fingers wide, and the handle was also extremely long.

The knife was unedged, apparently for practice.

The lazy monk's method of teaching the knife is the same as the iron arhat teaching boxing, and he also practiced it first, but it was two sets of knife techniques.

First all the way, fast and domineering, murderous, majestic, like thunder, its principle and boxing are connected. The latter moves are complex and varied, smart and elegant, and the knife light flashes from time to time, like a snake dancing.

"Learn Ben Lei first, and then teach you Tengyun when you know."

Jia Yin didn't say anything happy, but only nodded like a chicken eating rice.

During the three-day holiday, Jiayin learned knife techniques for three days.

Qin Yue's master and apprentice disappeared for two days, and only came to meet with Jia Yin on the third night, Jia Yin was worried, thinking that Qin Yue was gone, but he didn't know what ecstasy soup his master poured him, and he began to giggle again, saying that he was going back to the barracks, but Jia Yin seemed to see a trace of depression mixed in.

Qin Yue saw that Jia Yin was practicing his sword here, so he packed the ticket and said that he just practiced, and he would do it in the barracks. Jia Yin couldn't wait, and when he sent Qin Yue away, he devoted himself to practicing swordsmanship.

The hammer clangs, and the forced Jiayin can only practice in the morning and evening, and he has to pick up a sledgehammer during the day.

The master didn't know where to find two iron lumps, they were very hard, and they burned red in turns, but they always couldn't move after a few hammers, which made Jia Yin very breathless, and the breath in his body was like a snake.

It wasn't until three days later that the two iron bumps softened, and Jia Yin's brute strength finally had a place to vent, and he worked very hard with the hammer. The two iron lumps gradually spread out and became very soft, and the iron arhat kept smoothing the iron bar like kneading noodles, sprinkling it with unknown powder, and then folding it and forging it, and so on, day after day.

Jia Yin's sword skills are also becoming more and more proficient, and after finishing work in the evening, Tie Luohan will accompany him to dismantle the tricks and practice, and the two masters will cooperate with each other.

Tie Luohan looked tall and big, but every time he helped Jia Yin feed him, he was ethereal and ethereal, leading the momentum away, so that Jia Yin's stomach had nowhere to vent his depression, and he held it until the end, Fang made a hard move, and let Jia Yin let this stuffiness go away.

As soon as Jiayin's knife stopped, the whole person suddenly scattered, and his mood was ethereal, and the lazy monk took the opportunity to help him loosen his bones and tendons, and pointed out the lack and problems of luck and hard work.

Under the cooperation and teaching of the two masters, Jia Yin's sword and boxing skills are increasing day by day.

The iron block is also similar to Jia Yin's knife practice progress, first hard and then soft, and from soft to rigid, Jia Yin picked up the sledgehammer for half a month, and in the end it was impossible to practice, the lazy monk took the sledgehammer, "hehe" with strength, the brothers worked together, and gradually beat the iron into a knife embryo.

In another five days, the tailor-made war knife for Jiayin was completed.

The name of the knife is "Chopping Blade." ”

The iron knife made and practiced is the same, but the weight is much lighter, only three catties and two taels, the whole body is dark, and only a line of blades flashes with cold.

The scabbard is a very ordinary rosewood, casually painted black, the handle of the knife is swarthy and looks very ordinary, and the head of the knife hangs with two black silk silks.

He didn't dare to accept it, not understanding why the two masters were so good to him.

Tie Luohan usually speaks very little, but he is the most careful, patted him on the shoulder and said: "For more than ten years, you are the first person who can endure the pain of a sledgehammer for seven days. ”

Jia Yin pursed his lips and silently took the sword, but he ran out of the door, looking at the starry sky in a daze in the night.

Long.

Long.