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Fang Haoran took the old five-foot long knife from Lao Chai Tou's hand, and made a gesture on his chest, the handle of the knife is one and a half feet, and the blade is three and a half feet, the whole body is a bit like a Miao knife, but it is much heavier than the Miao knife, and the handle is much longer than the Miao knife, the most important thing is that there is no gauntlet where the handle and the knife body meet, and the handle and the knife body are like one.

"Old man, it's okay for this thing to be used for fighting, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate to chop wood." Fang Haoran weighed it again and shook his head.

The old firewood snorted angrily and said, "Why can't you chop wood, the old man will cut it for you." ”

Lao Chai Tou took the five-foot long knife from Fang Haoran's hand, picked a thicker dead branch, and chopped it fiercely with the five-foot long knife, feeling like chopping bones.

Bang bang bang ...

The old firewood was chopped five times in a row before the dead branches were cut off.

Fang Haoran watched the corners of his mouth twitch on the side, for fear that Lao Chai would not pay attention to him.

"See? Just cut it like that. Lao Chai Tou stuffed the five-foot-long knife into Fang Haoran's hand again, pointing at the dead branch he had just chopped.

Fang Haoran shook his head slightly, if he really used this knife to chop wood, then he must not chop it like the old firewood.

In the form of this knife, it is suitable for slashing.

In this way, Fang Haoran's wood-chopping knife method was no longer needed, and he could only explore the skills of using a five-foot long knife.

Lao Chai Tou handed over all the tasks to Fang Haoran, so he didn't bother to deal with Fang Haoran.

Fang Haoran stood alone holding a five-foot long knife at the mouth of the firewood shed and pondered.

After thinking for a while, Fang Haoran arranged the uncut dead branches in front of his eyes from the side of the firewood shed, and took a deep breath with a five-foot long knife in his hand.

Swish~

With the knife in his hand, Fang Haoran took advantage of the situation and cut it horizontally, and the dead branches in front of him were cut off by a knife.

Fang Haoran's knife is also exquisite, called sweeping thousands of troops, this knife is mentioned in many knife techniques, Fang Haoran uses a Miao knife knife method.

The style of the five-foot long knife is very similar to the Miao knife, but the blade is twice as heavy as the Miao knife, and the power of the knife is naturally extraordinary.

After cutting off the dead branches, Fang Haoran stood up the dead branches again and planted them on the ground, holding the knife in both hands and slashing Huashan with one move, the dead branches split from the middle and were split into two petals.

Fang Haoran just tried it, and seeing that the method he thought of worked, he no longer hesitated, the long knife in his hand waved non-stop, and one after another dead branches were chopped into firewood by Fang Haoran.

When Fang Haoran was chopping firewood, the old firewood had been quietly paying attention, and when he saw Fang Haoran using a five-foot long knife to sweep through the thousands of troops and cut off the dead branches, a surprise flashed in his eyes.

I thought that Fang Haoran would hesitate for a long time with this five-foot long knife in his hand, and finally learn his own method of chopping firewood. I didn't expect Fang Haoran to use the five-foot long knife so easily.

Lao Chai Tou knew better than anyone how difficult it was to chop wood with this five-foot long knife. When there was this five-foot long knife in the firewood room, he tried it, but he couldn't master the five-foot long knife anyway, so he could only use the chopping method. Later, many men came to the inland of the firewood house, and they all tried to use this knife in their spare time, but unfortunately no one was able to use it easily.

Even the black boy who was called the little monster of Xinping Martial Arts back then couldn't use this knife easily.

Under the gaze of Lao Chai Tou, the five-foot long knife rolled up and down in Fang Haoran's hand, slashing horizontally and vertically, which was very convenient.

After a while, Fang Haoran had already chopped a lot of firewood, looking at the posture, if it weren't for the fact that the knife was too heavy and too laborious, Fang Haoran would still be able to chop it.

Chopping wood is a very exhausting thing, and a person who keeps doing one thing repeatedly will gradually get bored.

Fang Haoran kept repeating the chopping action, and after a while, there were a lot more thoughts in his mind.

For example, can you try the knife skills you have learned before and improve your knife skills by chopping wood?

The knife is the courage of a hundred soldiers, Fang Haoran likes the courage of the knife, in his previous life, he was a keen on knife skills, and his family has a collection of hundreds of knives of all kinds.

Chinese martial arts are broad and profound, and the sword techniques are also diverse, varied, but they have the same goal.

Fang Haoran has practiced many knife techniques, including the well-known Five Tiger Broken Door Knife, Miao Knife Twelve Styles, Eight Golden Lock Knife, Bagua Knife, Taiji Knife, Shaolin Wind Chasing Knife and so on.

Do what you want to do, once Fang Haoran thinks of something, he will definitely not hesitate, and will try it immediately.

Although there are hundreds of sets of knife techniques in my mind, there are many repetitions.

Once he encounters a repetitive knife style, Fang Haoran will not hesitate to choose which one suits him best.

Fang Haoran's training method is borrowed from the training method of a generation of kung fu superstar Bruce Lee.

The most convenient, the most practical, the most lethal, and the most suitable move for himself is what Fang Haoran wants.

While chopping wood, Fang Haoran was trying the knife technique in his mind, and the knife technique in his memory was constantly used by Fang Haoran, and finally it all fell on the dead branch.

For an afternoon of kung fu, Fang Haoran was practicing knife techniques and chopping wood at the same time.

When people concentrate on one thing, they will not know that they are tired, nor will they realize that time is quietly passing away.

When Lao Chai Tou asked Fang Haoran to have dinner with a lunch box, Fang Haoran realized that he had studied the knife technique for an afternoon.

Putting down the five-foot-long knife in his hand, Fang Haoran felt that his entire arms were full of soreness, and he felt like he was about to lose consciousness.

When eating, Fang Haoran couldn't hold chopsticks with both hands, and finally could only hold the porridge bowl with both hands and drink two bowls of porridge.

"Remember to come early tomorrow."

When Fang Haoran was about to leave, Lao Chai Tou reminded.

Fang Haoran said angrily: "Got it." ”

Fang Haoran, who had been tired all day, was not unhappy because of the exhaustion all over his body, but was very happy in his heart.

Because Fang Haoran has found the direction to train himself, although there is no head in the entire Xinping Martial Arts Academy who is willing to teach him, his kung fu will definitely not fall behind.

After returning to the dormitory, Su Zhe didn't seem to have come back yet, and Fang Haoran was not in a hurry to make the bed, so he took out a jar of burning clouds from his backpack and left the dormitory again.

"Isn't that Fang Haoran? It's almost bedtime, why is he going? ”

"What else can you do? You see he's holding something in his hand, and it's clear that he's going to give a gift. ”

"Hmmm! It is quite possible that in the morning, none of the gentlemen would take him, and he must have been in a hurry, so it was possible to take advantage of the free time in the evening to make a connection. ”

"When I arrived at the Xinping Martial Arts Academy, I just practiced martial arts, if I couldn't practice martial arts, this quilt would be ruined."

The students had just come out of the cafeteria, and when they saw Fang Haoran holding the wine jar in his hand and going out, they gloated one by one.

In their eyes, if there is no sect leader who is willing to teach Fang Haoran to practice martial arts, Fang Haoran will be reduced to a miscellaneous figure in the future.

It seemed that for a moment they all felt that their status was much more noble.

Fang Haoran didn't bother to take care of them, but what they said was right, Fang Haoran did go to give gifts with the wine jar.

He remembered that Master Zheng was going to teach him the "Seven Books of the Martial Arts" at night. And this burning cloud was also brought to him by him at the request of Master Zheng.

After passing through many dormitories all the way, he arrived in front of Zheng Shi's small building, the door of the small building was open, and Fang Haoran walked in slowly.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Zheng Shi and Yuan Feng sitting in the hall, and Zheng Shi was explaining "Liutao" to Yuan Feng.

"Teacher! Senior Brother Yuan! ”

Fang Haoran entered the hall and bowed slightly to the two.

Zheng Shi and Yuan Feng put down the books in their hands, Yuan Feng stepped forward to take the wine jar in Fang Haoran's hand, Zheng Shi sat on the chair and did not move, and said indifferently: "I heard that when you went to worship the sect leaders in the morning, you were rejected?" ”

Fang Haoran shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "The villain is just a means, it's not a big deal. ”

Yuan Feng rolled his eyes on the side, this is not a big deal? If the disciples in the martial arts academy want to learn martial arts and learn the foundation of martial arts, they can only follow the path of the sect leaders.

Fang Haoran's path of apprenticeship is broken, how can he compare with other disciples in the martial arts academy in the future? How did you get the qualification to take the children's exam?

Yuan Feng didn't know whether to say that Fang Haoran had a big heart, or whether to say that Fang Haoran gave up on himself.

Zheng Shi listened to Fang Haoran's words, just nodded slightly, and did not say anything about it, and pointed casually, "Sit down and talk." ”

Fang Haoran followed what Master Zheng pointed out and sat next to Yuan Feng.

"You should have gone to school and know some words, right?"

Hearing this, Fang Haoran nodded and said, "Except for some obscure words, the rest of the students basically know each other. ”

Master Zheng smiled with satisfaction, took out a book from his back, and handed it to Fang Haoran.

"Give you three days, read through it, and the old man will explain it to you when you get back."

Fang Haoran was stunned for a moment, and took the book from Zheng Shi's hand, which read "Li Weigong Asks Right".

"Li Weigong Asks Right" is written by Li Junshen, a famous military strategist in the previous dynasty (the original record is that this book is a question and answer 98 times by Li Shimin, Taizong of the Tang Dynasty and Li Jingjunchen, the military god of the Tang Dynasty. ）。

"Li Weigong Asks the Right Question", the whole book has more than 10,000 words, presented in the form of questions and answers.

Fang Haoran nodded while holding "Li Weigong Asks Right", and then waited for Zheng Shi to continue.

How do you know that Master Zheng stared at Fang Haoran and asked, "Why don't you leave yet?" ”

Fang Haoran was also stunned, and said in surprise: "This is the end?" ”

Master Zheng snorted, "You don't even know about books, and you still expect the old man to explain it to you?" ”

Fang Haoran suddenly blushed, took "Li Weigong Asks Right" into his arms, and hurriedly walked out of Zheng Lou.

As soon as Fang Haoran left, Yuan Feng said to Master Zheng: "Teacher, don't you really plan to interfere?" Wang Jin dared to use his power to bully his junior brother, which was really hateful. ”

Zheng Shi raised his hand and knocked on Yuan Feng's head, "You don't have to worry about his affairs, you still have to think about yourself, it's been three years, you can't even memorize seven books, why did the old man bring you into the door in the first place." ”

Yuan Feng scratched his head in embarrassment.