The first rays of dawn finally peck through the darkness and chaos and sprinkle over the vast land.

He Nuo grabbed the collar and wiped the sweat from his face.

"Noir! Don't stop! He Jinyang's voice came.

He Nuo pursed his lips and continued to squat on the horse, holding a knife in his right hand and forming a fist in his left hand. Before He Nuo was fourteen years old, He Jinyang only taught him some simple boxing techniques for self-defense, and now, He Jinyang felt that it was time to teach He Nuo's knife technique - the He family's knife technique.

But He Nuo still muttered a little in his heart, saying that he was practicing knives, but he had been in such a posture for a whole night.

"How did you feel about being captured last time?" He Jinyang's voice was steady.

He Nuo maintained his posture and did not dare to move slightly, and replied, "Be more careful." ”

"Careful?" He Jinyang shook his head, "What's the use of just thinking about being careful?" In the final analysis, it's still your own strength that you can't be captured so easily, so you have to practice your sword well! ”

He Nuo nodded, thinking that standing still like this is called knife practice?

When He Jinyang saw He Nuo's expression, he didn't explain the reason, and shouted, "Hold the knife steady!" ”

He Nuo didn't dare to think about it anymore, and according to his father's request, he didn't dare to slack off again.

In the next two days, He Nuo repeated this monotonous move, and he was a little skeptical, did his father forget that the Qianran Club was almost here, or did his father not value this Qianran Club at all, hoping that he would be defeated as soon as possible to avoid being in danger?

But He Jinyang didn't have any explanation.

In this way, except for two more days, except for letting He Nuo rest for three hours every night, He Jinyang did not let He Nuo do anything, just squatting and holding a knife.

However, what made He Nuo feel a little balanced in his heart was that even if he did such a boring action, He Jinyang had been staring at him, he seemed to have asked for leave in the court, and in the past few days, he had specially urged his son to practice knives, and whenever He Nuo's posture deviated slightly, He Jinyang's corrective voice came.

"No'er, hold the knife tighter."

"Noir! Keep your center of gravity balanced. ”

"No'er, scan your eyes ahead and pay attention to the movements around you."

In this way, on the last day, the next day was the Qianran Meeting, and He Jinyang asked He Nuo to stop.

He Nuo was relieved, looking forward to his father teaching him some clever knife techniques, their He family knife techniques have been famous all over the world since the establishment of Emperor Gao He Qianran, He Nuo would like to learn some.

He Nuo stared at his father, and the longing in his eyes was obvious.

He Jinyang stepped forward and gently clasped He Nuo's wrist.

Clang......

The knife he was holding in his hand fell to the ground.

He Jinyang shook his head, "If you want to practice the knife well, the most important thing is to be able to hold the knife tightly all the time, you can't do this well, you just want to learn more subtle knife techniques, so impetuous, how can you become a big climate?" ”

He Nuo blushed, didn't dare to say anything more, and bowed to leave.

He Jinyang looked at He Nuo's back until he disappeared around the corner, and there was actually a smile on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

……

He Nuo returned to the room in annoyance, still holding the knife firmly in his hand, and smiled bitterly, these days by his father's training, and the lesson just now, holding the knife tightly has become an instinct of his.

He then carefully put the knife back on the knife holder in the corner of the room, then put his hands on his head, lay down on the bed, and looked at the ceiling, thinking wildly.

"Tomorrow is the Qianran meeting... I won't be able to break through with these skills now......"

"I told Yanxi that I wanted to teach Rongying a lesson at the Qianran meeting, but I can't get out of this breath..."

"Why am I so useless, I can't even hold a knife steadily."

He Nuo patted his head in frustration, feeling remorseful in his heart.

But as soon as he raised his hand like this, He Nuo obviously felt that there was a hard thing under the pillow, he was shocked, and his first reaction was that he was worried about what was going on, so he hurriedly turned over and jumped out of bed, touched the back of his head, and found that there was nothing unusual, so he was slightly relieved.

He Nuo then put his eyes under the pillow, thought for a while, took the knife on the knife holder, picked the pillow with a knife, and found a roll of bamboo slips, the bamboo slips were a little yellow, presumably some years.

He Nuo felt very puzzled in his heart, after he got up in the morning, he didn't have this bamboo slip when he made the bed, so this bamboo slip should have been placed here during the day.

Because there have been too many strange things that have happened recently, He Nuo has not let down the vigilance in his heart, picked up a knife and flattened the bamboo slips, and found that half of it was densely written with words, and the other half had some drawings.

In today's Jinyang Dynasty, paper has become very popular, and this way of writing on bamboo slips has not been used for a long time.

But what He Nuo is most puzzled about is, who put this bamboo slip here?

He Nuo observed for a while and found that there was nothing unusual, so he stepped forward to take a closer look.

Seeing this, He Nuo was taken aback.

The first line on the bamboo slip reads, The Knife of the Overlord Soul.

Soul Tyrant Knife Technique? He Nuo's heart jumped, he had heard that this was the top level of the He family's sword technique, but it was too complicated, and more importantly, it had a strong anti-phagogy, and it was gradually forgotten.

In the change of the long night, the six masters who mastered the Soul Tyrant Sword Technique, or the hands of life and death, or suddenly disappeared, and the Soul Tyrant Sword Technique gradually disappeared, but now it mysteriously appeared in He Nuo's room, so what he felt now was not surprise, but a kind of fear.

He Nuo wanted to hand over this bamboo slip to his father immediately, but after thinking about it, if he handed it over like this, his father would definitely not let him practice, and then Qianran's desire for revenge would not be realized, and his desire to go to Qianran's underground palace to find out what was going on would not be realized.

He Nuo picked up the bamboo slip and began to read it carefully, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, he knew that the sword of the overlord soul was divided into three layers - the shadow tyrant, the soul of the shadow, and the dragon of the shadow, and this bamboo slip seemed to be incomplete, only the specific cultivation methods of the first two layers, and the third layer of the shadow dragon did not have the slightest introduction.

He Nuo looked at the picture next to him carefully, thinking that it was a picture of some cultivation methods, but as soon as he looked at it carefully, he found that he was wrong, it seemed to be a map, there were many secret passages and mechanisms, and there were some detailed introductions in each place, He Nuo didn't know what it was, and after looking at it for a while, he felt a little dizzy, so he focused on the first half of the record about the sword of the overlord.

"Qi is used, and the knife is supplemented. If you want to practice the sword, you must first practice the qi. Qi is in the body, the spirit is at peace with the sea of qi, and the sea of qi is full. Peace of mind, calm to the ......"

As soon as He Nuo took a look, he found that these mantras seemed to have something in common with some of the He family's basic martial arts introductions, so he couldn't hold back his desire to practice anymore, and thought, "I must go to the Qianran Underground Palace to find out the reason why those things happened back then, this is also to help my father wash away his grievances, even if he knows, he will not blame me, but will be grateful to me." ”

After making an excuse for himself, He Nuo's idea of secretly practicing from his father grew more and more, but the absolute authority established by his father in his heart in the past still made He Nuo hesitate.

He Nuo looked out the window, now there is a whole night until tomorrow morning, the time is long and short, but it can't be delayed any longer.

He Nuo suddenly had a resigned thought, and silently thought in his heart, if it was the positive side, he would cultivate by himself, and if it was the negative side, he would quickly tell his father about it.

Thinking of this, He Nuo took out a silver coin from his bosom and threw it into the sky.

The silver coin spun around in the air many times, and He Nuo stretched out his palm to catch it, and spread it out to take a look.

Silver coins face up.