When it was a child, the small pine hills, the moonlight was like water.

The pine waves are bursting, and the insects are chirping.

In the distance, the river flowed quietly, shimmering faintly in the moonlight.

The figure of a teenager appeared, a little excited, a little hesitant, and after a few steps, he would look around cautiously.

He is Guo Yang.

As soon as I entered the small pine forest, I saw that the old charcoal seller during the day was already standing there, motionless, as if thinking about something.

"Division...... Father. Guo Yang said timidly, took a few steps forward, and fell to his knees.

The old man slowly turned around, looked at Guo Yang who was kneeling on the ground, and said with a smile: "You really dare to come." ”

"Master, apprentices meet Master." Guo Yang kowtowed and said.

"Get up. It's not too early, let's get started. The old man said gently.

Guo Yang knocked a song, stood up, took a step back, knelt down on both knees, and knocked another song before getting up and standing with his head down.

Guo Yang is a merchant's apprenticeship.

The old man couldn't help but be a little stupid when he saw Guo Yang worshipping the teacher with business, and stood there in silence for a long time.

"Guo Yang, as a teacher, I only teach you one exercise. Speaking of which, you still have a lot of connections with this exercise, and I hope you don't let it down. ”

The old man stood up straight, with an invisible momentum.

"There are only three moves in this exercise: hold the knife, draw the knife, and put it into the sheath." The old man said in a deep voice.

As he spoke, the old man took out a knife from his body, but it was extremely short, less than half a foot.

He held the scabbard in his left hand and took a deep breath, and after a long time, Fang slowly spit it out. At the same time, the right hand is stretched out and holds the handle steadily.

With a deep breath, the old man slowly drew his knife.

The blade is snow-white, like a clear spring.

A fierce murderous aura came out, Guo Yang only felt that his chest was pressed heavily, and his breathing was a little difficult.

As the old man exhaled, the knife was sheathed, steady and clean.

As the short knife entered the sheath, the feeling of pressure receded towards the old man like a tide.

Looking at the old man again, he stood there loosely, without the slightest murderous aura, just an ordinary old man.

Guo Yang suddenly thought that the general was actually using a knife in the same way.

Hold the knife, draw the knife, cut off a bronze sword, cut the throat of the recalcitrant man, and put it into the sheath.

It's just that, compared to the old man in front of him, that person doesn't seem to be stable enough, slow enough, or fast enough.

The old man looked at Guo Yang and said, "Wrote it down?" ”

Guo Yang bowed and clenched his fists and said, "Write it down." But ......"

The old man waved his hand, interrupted Guo Yang's words, and said with a smile: "Don't ask yet." When you have practiced these three movements and experienced them, it is not too late to ask. ”

After speaking, the old man turned around and walked to a large pine tree, sat cross-legged, and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

Seeing this, Guo Yang stopped talking, took out the knife he had built, and began to practice.

Take a deep breath.

Spit out slowly and hold the knife.

Take a deep breath and draw the knife.

Exhale and sheath.

……

A year has passed, and Guo Yang goes to Xiaosongqiu every night to practice knives, rain or shine.

In the past year, the old man has closed his eyes every time, and he has never given a word of guidance to Guo Yang's knife skills.

But Guo Yang himself knows how his knife skills have progressed in the past year.

His understanding of the knife, his control of breath and power, is the biggest gain.

Guo Yang's hand began to become stable and powerful.

In addition, there is another change that makes Guo Yang a little puzzled. That is, his physique has quietly changed in this simple and boring practice.

He vaguely felt that there was a cool breath in his lower abdomen, following some fixed routes, moisturizing his body.

Especially at the moment when the knife is drawn, if you intentionally guide the wisp of cool breath along the arm into the blade, there will be a trace of white light flashing on the originally snow-white knife body.

Hold the knife, draw it, and sheath it.

There are only three moves, but the more Guo Yang practices, the more he feels that it is infinitely useful.

Because of its simplicity, it leaves him a huge amount of space.

Guo Yang even felt that, in fact, this was just a method, and the master taught him how to control his breathing and strength, as well as his emotions.

This idea was confirmed when he made bronze objects.

Gradually, he was able to keep up with the rhythm of Coppersmith Guo. Without even speaking, Guo Coppersmith's small hammer struck lightly on the anvil, and Guo Yang knew where the next hammer should hit, how much force to use, and how much force to recover.

As his sword skills improved, his body became lighter, and even through the leafy woods, he would not make a sound.

Guo Yang felt like a cat or a fox.

……

"Master, what is this exercise called?" One day, Guo Yang suddenly asked.

"Easy." The old man slowly opened his eyes and said.

"Easy?" Guo Yang was a little stunned.

"In ancient times, there was a book of heaven that was born out of thin air. Xia people participated in the enlightenment, got "Lianshan", I businessman participated in the enlightenment, got "Returning to Tibet", Zhou people participated in the enlightenment, and got "Zhou Yi". ”

The old man glanced at Guo Yang and continued: "The Xia people worship the power of the gods, my merchants advocate the art of ghosts and witches, and the Zhou people advocate the cycle of the Heavenly Dao. Overall, the Zhou people are still slightly higher. ”

Guo Yang, as a child of a declining aristocracy, still has some knowledge, and when he heard what the master said, he opened his mouth to ask: ""Lianshan", "Guizang" and "Zhou Yi" are the methods of divination, and how did they become exercises? ”

The old man smiled slightly and said, "Idiot! Since it is the law of divination, it must be the law of heaven and earth. I'm teaching you the Dharma, not Kung Fu. ”

Guo Yang's heart moved, and he vaguely seemed to have an understanding, but he couldn't say it for a while.

"The law is like heaven and earth...... Method...... Kung Fu ......" Guo Yang stood there, a little distracted.

The old man looked at Guo Yang's uncertain expression, and asked indifferently: "Heaven and earth can be used as sheaths, and your body can be used as a knife?" ”

Guo Yang hung his head and relaxed.

The night is viscous, boundless, and just like a scabbard.

Guo Yang took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

Hold the knife.

Take a deep breath and draw the knife.

With Guo Yang's action of drawing his knife, a solemn aura suddenly erupted.

On the snow-white knife, a trace of white light loomed, and it was endless.

A fierce murderous aura swept out!

Exhale and sheath.

In the pine forest, the sound of insects stopped abruptly.

Even those few faint starlights seemed to pause.

The wind is blowing.

All the winds blew towards Guo Yang.

An unknown substance poured into his body, and in an instant, it turned into a clear stream, and in an instant, it flowed through his body.

"This is Yi?"

Guo Yang slowly opened his eyes and asked with some surprise.

"It's not." The old man said indifferently.

"Master, disciple is blunt." Guo Yang said with some shame.

The old man glanced at Guo Yang and said, "You have done a good job." I was thirty years old when I realized you. You just have to remember that easy is the law, not the concrete. ”

"Thank you, Master!" Guo Yang knelt down on one knee.

"I pass on your luck to the sword, not for anything else, mainly so that you can rely on it in the future, even if you die in the world, you can protect yourself. You have to remember that you must not participate in the dispute between the business and the week, and you must not be used by others. Henceforth...... No matter what happens, self-preservation is the number one priority. ”

"The ancestors of my merchants, circulate the world, and establish a country by trade, which is the root of the fortunes of the great merchants. As for the descendants of future generations, they will not fight, enjoy luxury, develop the art of ghosts and witches, and conquer by force to pray for the longevity of the community. This is the end of the book. The so-called luck, probably that's it. ”

The old man's tall figure was a little rickety, and his words were full of gloom.