Chapter 71: Greed

When Fang Xie saw the old lame's knife under the dead plum tree in the backyard of the red sleeve move, he stood there stunned like a dead branch of the plum tree. After the old lame man's knife technique was finished, he realized how wrong he was.

A knife is not a one-move knife technique.

A knife is a knife method.

Not to mention how amazing the power of this knife is, just the way to make the knife can scare people to death.

The knife is a word, and the angle of each knife is weird, making people think that the arm of the person who made the knife is broken. Because in anyone's opinion, it is impossible for a normal human arm to have so many changes. The human wrist can exert force in six directions, which is already the limit of the flexibility of the joints of the human arm. But the old lame's elbows were even more flexible than his wrists.

How is it possible for a normal person to bend his elbow in the opposite direction?

Who would have predicted that if it came out like this?

So Fang Xie was stupid, stupid very thoroughly. He subconsciously looked at his right arm, imagining that a layer of goosebumps immediately appeared when his arm was bent back. The more he thought about the appearance of his broken arm, the more chilling and fearful he felt in his heart. He had no doubt now that all the bones in the old cripple's body were broken, so that he could bend and ruin his limbs at will.

"This ...... It's too hard. ”

Fang Xie swallowed with difficulty, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and asked hesitantly: "If I want to practice this type of knife, do I need to break all the bones in my body first and can't pick it up?" Then I gradually got used to the many more joint positions in my body, but what I didn't understand was...... How can the muscles stand it? ”

"The bones can stand it, but what can't the flesh stand it?"

After the one-style knife technique, the old lame man saw fine beads of sweat on his forehead. It can be seen that at his age, many things still cannot be changed.

He threw the rusty knife in his hand on the ground, sat down on a stone and drank and gasped: "This knife technique was relied on when I first walked the rivers and lakes fifty years ago. It's just that when I got older and had a small temper, this knife technique gradually became useless. There hasn't been a knife in the rivers and lakes for 50 years, and if you learn to use it, no one will know it. ”

He waited for his breathing to gradually stabilize and said: "This knife technique is too vicious and vicious, and the weirdness of the knife is all due to the weirdness of the mind, the heart is ruthless, and the knife is ruthless." ”

"Do you think I'm a ruthless person?"

Fang asked.

The old cripple smiled and said, "Everyone doesn't want to believe that they have violence in their hearts, and no one dares to face the urge to kill in their hearts. The pleasure of killing people mostly exists in dreams, and once you wake up, you often have to pretend to blame yourself. It doesn't matter if you are a vicious person in your bones, what matters is whether you want to learn this vicious knife technique. ”

"A type of knife, the way and angle of each knife are difficult for people to think of and predict, with this kind of knife to fight with people, even if the martial arts are much higher than you, people will be forced to be in a hurry by you. Because it violates the normal thinking of people, it boils down to a trick. ”

The old lame man paused for a moment and said with some self-deprecation: "No matter what you do, if you get into this trick with all your thoughts, you will inevitably fall behind." When I was a teenager, I only pursued the pleasure of killing people and indulging in hatred, so my mind was inevitably extreme. This type of knife is also extreme, and it can even be said that there are hundreds of sects in the rivers and lakes, and there is no martial art that is more treacherous and ruthless than a type of knife. ”

Fang Xie nodded, he also agreed with the old cripple's words.

No matter who or anything, as long as they get into the word trick, they really seem to be inferior and lose their righteousness.

But in this world, there is nothing bright and bright.

So Fang Xie smiled and said, "The most inferior is the superior." Regardless of whether it is tricky or not, in terms of the knife technique of this type of knife, it is superior. If the heart is not ruthless, even if you use the ruthless knife technique, you can show a bit of upright demeanor. ”

He said something that made the old lame man happy, and the sycophants were very good.

"I haven't seen how you used a knife fifty years ago, and I don't know how ruthless a knife was fifty years ago. But today, seeing you use this sword technique, in addition to the shock and surprise, there is only endless worship left. There is no ruthlessness in the knife technique, but it is a fair and honest performance that exerts the potential of the human body to the extreme. ”

The old cripple was stunned, and then couldn't help but laugh and curse shamelessly.

Fang Xie has never been a person who feels guilty for being shameless, so he smiled and asked: "There is another month before the martial arts academy will start the exam, in a month, how many sword techniques can I cultivate?" ”

The old lame man thought about it carefully and said, "I care about ...... You have a bit of perseverance. ”

Fang Xie was silent, thought about it, and suddenly picked up his right arm and smashed it horizontally, his right forearm slammed into the dead plum tree, and with a click, the plum tree with the thickness of his calf was broken in two, and the arm bone of his lower arm was also broken into two. Fang Jie, who gritted his teeth, held the broken arm with his other hand and folded it back, ninety degrees back, which looked like it could scare people out of a cold sweat. Just like just now, the appearance of the broken arm that he came up with in his mind was touched.

The old lame man's eyes lit up, and then he shook his head and scolded: "Yesterday I said you were smart, but today I realized that you are a fucking idiot!" Before I finished speaking, you broke your arm, how can you practice knives when you break it? Damn it...... If you say you're ruthless, you're ruthless, won't you ask me if I have any tricks up my sleeve to make the joints reverse? ”

Fang Xie pushed the broken arm back, and the sweat on his forehead was already dripping down his face. He picked up a broken branch of a plum tree from the ground, tore off a sleeve with his teeth, and tied the broken branch to his broken arm with his hand and mouth, and after tying it was already sweaty.

The old cripple didn't help, and was still chattering and scolding.

Even the more you scold, the more angry you get.

Fang Xie sat down on the ground, reached out and picked up the old lame's wine gourd, poured a sip, then wiped the sweat on his face and said with a smile: "A person who is too smart to be distracted, so he must find some way to make himself have no other way to go." After a month of knife practice, I only have one arm, and I don't think I have the heart to think about how to be opportunistic anymore. ”

"Stupid?"

The old lame man asked him after a moment's pause.

Fang Xie nodded and replied seriously: "Stupid, stupid!" ”

"Old man, which hand did you use to make a knife just now?"

"Right Hand"

"Now my right hand is broken."

Fang Xie said seriously: "Then can you only teach me the left-handed knife?" ”

The old lame's face changed, and then he suddenly realized Fang Jie's intention. His shoulders trembled slightly, and he bent down to pick up the rusty knife and handed it to Fang Jie's left hand. After being silent for a while, he looked into Fang Jie's eyes and asked word by word, "How did you see that...... Am I the best left-handed knife? ”

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When the gecko encounters danger, it will actively break its tail to attract enemies and get out of it on its own. The wolf gets caught in the leg of the hunter's iron clamp, and it bites off the leg itself and escapes.

Next to the dead plum in the backyard of the red sleeve move, Fang untied his right arm.

The old cripple's face changed, and the stupid solution didn't look a little regretful or annoyed.

He used this kind of way that can be said to be tragic, or it can be said to be cruel and vicious, to change the old lame man's left-hand knife, and no one knows how he saw it, the old lame man asked, and he didn't say anything. The old cripple has not walked the rivers and lakes for fifty years, and the name of the terrifying left-handed knife Luo Ye on the green forest road in the south of the Yangtze River fifty years ago has long been forgotten. After fifty years of ups and downs, the new people have long replaced the old people.

Who remembers his left-handed knife?

Fang Xie is not left-handed, he eats, drinks and even wipes his butt with his right hand. But he now broke his right arm without the slightest hesitation, something that perhaps only a madman could do.

So the old lame man was a little distracted, and couldn't help but ask: "Do you have a deep hatred?" ”

Fang Xie shook his head.

"What do you have to do to achieve it?"

The old lame man asked again.

Fang Xie thought about it, but still shook his head. So far, he doesn't seem to have any unwavering purpose in Fan Gu or in the imperial capital. He wants to enter the Martial Arts Academy, but if he can't enter, he won't commit suicide by throwing himself into the river. He wants to be a civil official if he can't enter the Martial Arts Academy, and if he can't do it, he won't be annoyed and regretful. He has never been a person who can't get out of a dead end, and there may be regrets, but regret is never the main theme.

"There's no long-term consideration, just to be able to enter the Martial Arts Academy in the present, is it worth it?"

The old lame man asked again.

Fang Xie pondered for a long time, nodded and said, "It's worth it." ”

The old lame man didn't continue to ask, just looked at the rusty knife in Fang Jie's left hand and muttered: "You have the foundation of the knife and the knife has already entered the room, and you can practice a knife with your right hand...... But now I switch to my left hand, and I want to get started in a month...... Difficult. ”

After saying this, he turned to the side and seemed to be full of regret. But Fang Xie couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the back of the old lame, very cheap.

"I'll play a few tricks."

The old lame man who walked out of the chaise longue for more than a dozen steps sat in the chaise longue, squinting, not drinking much, but looking slightly drunk.

Fang Xie nodded and took a deep breath.

Close your eyes and carefully recall the knife technique that the old cripple used before.

One practice, one watch.

One scolds, the other is scolded.

In a hurry, the old lame man jumped up and kicked him, and he smirked when he was kicked, and he didn't mind at all.

About 100 meters away from where they practiced knives was the three-story wooden building in the front yard of the Red Sleeve Move. The wooden building is very large, and there are at least hundreds of rooms up and down, not including the large main hall on the first floor. In the middle of the night yesterday, with the efforts of the red-sleeved girls, the servants and the neighbors, the building had been cleaned. It's just that it's been uninhabited for too long, and it smells uncomfortably musty.

The girls all lived on the third floor, and there were many rooms vacant for each of them. The scale of the red sleeve move can be seen at the beginning, and the number of girls with the red sleeve move at the beginning is amazing.

The red sleeves are just a singing and dancing business, not a business for Qinglou.

In the imperial capital, there are not as many singing and dancing as many as cows, but even if they are famous, they can count dozens of them, but they don't do the skin and meat business and concentrate on singing and dancing, only this one has no semicolon. When Prince Yang Qi erected the red sleeves and waved the flag, he said that he would build the most elegant and pure singing and dancing in the imperial capital.

With his identity, it's hard to do it.

Unless anyone wants to die, they will ask the girls with red sleeves to pick up customers or not.

The girls didn't go to sleep until dawn, so the building seemed a little empty. The entourage and servants were still busy arranging and tidying up, and Tu Wu, a housekeeper with a high status in the building, took two people out early to report to the yamen of Chang'an Mansion, and then recruited some helpers.

Most people are asleep, but the thrush is not sleepy.

Or returning to the imperial capital after eleven years made her feel a little nostalgic, she stood in front of the back window of the wooden building and looked at the backyard in a daze. Standing motionless like this, I don't know if what I see is the scenery of the present or the scenery of eleven years ago.

After a long time like a picture freeze, she slowly took a breath and asked the fairy-looking woman beside her: "I asked you halfway through what you think of this young man." ”

She looked at the young man who was dancing with a broken arm and asked, "In order to practice the left-handed knife, cut off your right arm." People who can have this kind of courage and courage are rare in Dasui, at least. Right now...... What do you think of him. ”

Dressed in white, the wick of the candle looked at the figure of the young man, his face was forever unwavering, as if nothing could disturb her state of mind. She looked out the window but didn't know if the young man outside the window was in her eyes, and after a moment of silence, the corner of her mouth picked up and said a one-word comment.

"Greed"

The thrush was slightly stunned, and then couldn't help but smile: "If there is no greed, how can you be obsessed?" If the mind is not attached, how can it be successful? Covet...... It has always been the strongest and most enduring driving force for human growth. ”