There was no need to take the government exam, Sun Yuan was idle all of a sudden, and he had nothing to do at hand, so he just took this free time to exercise well.

It was already the autumn harvest season, the rice in the fields was ripe, and the whole spring was covered in yellow, and from a distance, the harvest fields seemed to be covered with a golden carpet.

Taking advantage of the sunny day, the farmers carried sickles and buckets to the paddy fields to harvest the fruits of this year's labor.

It is a rare good year, and the farmers who have worked hard all year seem to see the hope of their future life, and they all have smiles on their faces.

"Smack, smack!" A fierce sound came from the courtyard of Sun Yuan's house, and the sound seemed to be a wooden stick hitting something.

A curious child looked over the wall and saw Sun Yuan**** with a thin upper body, wrapped in linen cloth in the palms of both hands, carrying a two-foot-long rolling pin thick stick, gritting his teeth and slashing forward.

In front of him stood a stake that was one man tall and one man encircled.

Chopping, slashing, picking, slashing, coming and going are all these ordinary moves, but each knife seems to have exhausted the strength of the whole body.

"I don't have the strength...... Sun Yuan gasped, threw the stick in his hand on the ground, and turned back to grin at the children lying on the wall.

I saw that his face was covered with sweat like a waterfall, but there was an inexplicable ferocity in his eyes, and the oily green light flashed in broad daylight.

Somehow, the group of little children suddenly felt frightened in their hearts, screamed, and jumped off the wall at the same time, whistled, and immediately dispersed.

"Am I such a terrible person?" Shaking his palm, which had been numb, Sun Yuan smiled bitterly.

Even though he had already decided to have a strong body, Sun Yuan began his own physical exercise program as soon as he returned home. As for what kind of training method to take, he decided to start with martial arts. Because he knew that after nine years, Jin Jian's slaves would fight in the Jiangnan region, and when the time came, Yangzhou on the 10th, Jiading Santu, whether he wanted to or not, no matter what his identity was at that time, he would inevitably be involved in this war.

The Ming Dynasty was noble and martial, and if it was in the peaceful years, practicing martial arts was not a good way out. But now is the last years of the Ming Dynasty, and in the context of the collapse of the country and the collapse of the family, it is impossible for anyone to stay out of the matter. Moreover, after so many years of fighting, the status of military attachés outside the Jiangnan region has been greatly improved, and a number of big warlords like Li Zeqing and Zuo Liangyu have appeared. By the time of the Southern Ming Dynasty, these army leaders could even influence the entire imperial court and decide the ownership of the throne.

War is the most important part of history, and battlefield warfare is also a man's yearning. In my previous life, as a lover of military history, I would have been ecstatic to travel to such an era, and I would be ecstatic to be a brother on any forum.

Sun Yuan is not exempt from vulgarity, he feels that with the military knowledge he has gained over the years, no matter which side of the court or peasants he has participated in, he has made a great career. It's a pity that the weak body restricts himself.

The road of the imperial examination does not work, but the practice of martial arts can be considered. Even if you can't be an officer, it's a good thing to have a good body and a certain amount of force. If it weren't for the fact that he had practiced a few assassination tricks in the modern society, he would not have been able to easily expel him when he came to collect taxes with a servant. And my mother and I, Sun Yuan, don't know what they will be like if they will be bullied?

Therefore, in any era, it is not a bad thing to have a certain amount of force.

Sun Yuan, as a military enthusiast in the past, also participated in many activities organized by altar friends when he was in the capital. For example, what equestrian club, archery club, and even spent half a year hand-making a Mingguang armor with two perverted grandmothers.

The swordsmanship he used just now was learned when he joined the kendo club, and everything in Japanese kendo starts from actual combat, and it comes and goes with those few moves. When practicing, everyone put on protective gear and slashed hard with wooden knives and bamboo knives, but there was a taste of fighting for their lives.

It's just that the moves of kendo are really not good-looking, where can they be so dazzling and varied compared to Chinese martial arts. After practicing for a while, Sun Yuan felt bored: "This fucking street hooligan fight, you give me a slap with a kitchen knife, and I will give you a knife," plus the kendo gym fee was too expensive, so he quit.

Now after traveling to the Ming Dynasty, looking back, what is Chinese martial arts like, not to mention in this era, even in the modern capital, he has never seen it. There is no way to know what it will become. Even if you want to learn, you don't have anywhere to learn.

It's not as good as this Japanese knife technique, which is the real kung fu of killing, and it is suitable for oneself.

Learning martial arts by oneself not only to exercise a strong physique, but also to prepare for the battlefield in the future.

As a brother said in the military history forum that year: On the battlefield of cold weapons, thousands of troops and horses are crowded together, even if you are a peerless master, in this kind of life and death field, you can't even stand a horse foot, what moves can you talk about? Once you start fighting the enemy, you have to use the greatest strength to kill the enemy in the shortest possible time. A knife is a knife, a shot is a shot, and there can be no tricks.

If you're doing it with the same people.,You're still thinking about a harrier to turn over.,Or deliberately show a flaw or something.。 I'm sorry, but the enemy doesn't care what seven voids and three realities, nine voids and one reality you have, what subtle moves will you have next. More than a dozen big guns stabbed at the same time, and you died an absolutely ugly death.

Moreover, Japanese karate and kendo were not also transmitted from China, and they can be regarded as a variant of Chinese martial arts.

After returning from the county seat, Sun Yuan would get up early in the morning every day and use a wooden knife to perform these tricks thirty times, sharpening his physique and reaction speed in this way.

In the beginning, Sun Yuan would gasp for a few slashes at the stake. Gradually, his heartbeat became more and more slower, and the speed of the knife gradually increased.

After a month, the strength in my body is much greater than before, and I am also able to walk. It's just that the amount of food seems to have increased several times, and it was difficult to swallow a small bowl of brown rice by myself in the past. And now, half a catty of rice and dry rice is only half full.

Feeling that his body was getting better day by day, Sun Yuan was happy in his heart, and he was also energetic when he exercised.

After practicing the knife technique, Sun Yuan took a sip of water, wiped the sweat on his body, lifted a two-meter long stick, and kept stabbing at the stake. The nature of the modern People's Liberation Army is the assassination technique, which is still a few tricks to pick, stab, and swing.

This is naturally another set of highly practical killing kung fu, I think that when I first crossed over to the Ming Dynasty, I relied on this set of assassination techniques, with a weak body, I actually beat Mao Cheng and the other three to the ground.

When his body becomes stronger, relying on the swordsmanship and spearmanship he has learned, not to mention a hundred enemies, ordinary five or six men will not be able to get close.

"Take!" After stabbing a few times in a row, Sun Yuan felt that he was in excellent condition today, and stabbed out with a sharp shot, and actually stabbed a shallow dent on the stake. With this shot, Sun Yuan used the strength of his waist and abdomen, but he didn't expect the power to be so great.

With a move in his heart, he secretly said: If I use a real gun in my hand, even if the enemy has heavy armor, this shot can poke a transparent hole in his body, right?

It was at this time that the door "squeaked!" A voice opened, and a mother's voice came: "Yuan'er......"

Sun Yuan lost his mind, his body shook, he lost his balance, and fell to the ground.