Yangzhou, a village by the sea.

The location of this village is very secret, and every house in it has weapons placed in it, and people who don't know it look at it and think that this village reminds of the rebellion. However, all the weapons are not Middle-earth-style, and most of them are katanas, taito, and naginata. Looking at the dress of the villagers, except for some women and children wearing Hanfu, most of them wear Dongying costumes and step on clogs. Originally, it was a fishing village outside the world, and the Japanese invaded and killed or enslaved young and strong men, and forcibly seized female villagers, turning the village into a base. There were many samurai who had experience in warfare, so a small lookout building was erected at the corner of the village to defend the Japanese from foreign enemies.

On this day, the whistle-keeper blew the trumpet.

A masked man strode towards the village, armed with a sword, and did not look easy to mess with. The would-be men surrounded the road with their swords, setting up a bright sword corridor, but the masked man did not slow down, ignoring the others, until he reached the house at the end of the road. He took off his shoes, walked on the tatami mat, and knelt down, although it did not fully conform to the traditional kneeling posture of Dongying, but it was sincere enough. After he knelt down, the Japanese outside surrounded the door of the house, blocking out the sun.

He is already a turtle in an urn.

The owner of the dwelling was a middle-aged man who was using cotton balls and oil to maintain his sword, and although he was also sitting on his knees, it was evident that he was tall, which was very rare among the Wakoku, who were generally short in height.

The masked man asked, "You are the chief?" ”

Outside, the pirates were furious: "Rude! "Cut him!"

"I am." The middle-aged man raised the knife, and from the reflection of the blade, there was an uneven coating. Not only is he not as tall as a Japanese man, but even his Chinese accent is very pure: "What do you have to do? ”

"I want to come under your tutelage and learn Japanese swordsmanship."

"Dayan prides himself on being the superior country of the Celestial Empire, and few Han people want to learn Japanese sword techniques."

"I want to learn from each other's strengths."

"You're a swordsman? Then you should know that different types of knives have different kinds of knife techniques. The dragon bird knife on your waist is our knife that will not help you. ”

The masked man looked down. His knife was tightly wrapped, and just the handle of the knife was exposed, and it was recognized as the dragon bird ring, which shows that this person also has a good understanding of Chinese weapons, and he is a thief. So the masked man solemnly bowed down, touched his forehead and palms to the ground, and said to the leader of the Japanese Koukou in the most respectful manner, "Toshitaza", "Please fulfill my wish." ”

"If you join us, I can consider it. Of course, you have to kill your compatriots to prove your sincerity. ”

Hearing this, the masked man slowly straightened his upper body and sighed, "System, you are blocking my way to study." It's okay to tell me to eat, tell me to help foreigners kill their own people...... Even if it's just killing NPCs, I can't do it. ”

"Can't do it?" The leader didn't say much, but with a knife in his hand, he slashed down at the masked man.

Then his head was separated from his knife-wielding arm.

A [Draw Slash] skill book drops.

The splatters of blood soaked the mask, causing the cloth to stick to the face. The masked man simply ripped off the masked scarf, and it turned out to be the Xuanyuan Dragon God. Behind him, the Japanese invaded the door, and he was still full of concerns.

How can I get stronger?

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Yangzhou, Qingmo City, Wutong Academy.

A handsome young man in a stone blue robe and a plain ribbon on his hair stood in a room, in front of a painting, to be exact. The painting is so long that it can cover all four walls when hung on the wall, and it can be mistaken for a mural. The painter must be good at painting, because everyone on the picture is lifelike, but strangely, the characters in the painting are not the common Confucian sages in the academy, but the warriors holding weapons.

The academy is a place for students to study the classics, so why hang a catalogue of martial artists?

The young man was fascinated by it, and his slender fingers were sometimes tight and loose, sometimes white and sometimes red. Dozens of characters, his gaze only lingered on the two people in the center: "White-haired Demon King" Yi Tian and "Penglang" Shu Ling. The former uses the "Kunjiao" conical head and long tail, which resembles the spear of a Western knight, and the latter uses the "Pengzhan" blade as wide as a bird's wing, and is like a combination of Guan Gong's broadsword and chop-horse saber. The most amazing thing is that these two weapons are two forms of the same thing. The painter had the privilege of watching the two grandmasters make a move, so although the characters in the painting stand upright, their charm is undiminished: Yi Tian is deep and dignified, and Shu Ling is free and flying.

The title of the painting is "Jianghu", and Yi Shu occupies the limelight in the painting.

"Feng Gongzi?" There was a knock on the door.

"Please." The young man closes his eyes and savours the true meaning of the painting.

"Yu Qingfeng made a big fuss in Liangzhou, and then disappeared."

"It seems that he is very broad-minded and wants to come to Yangzhou." The young man opened his eyes again, stared at the figure on the painting, and muttered: "Gaodi of Baijiamen, I have really been longing for a long time." ”

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The boundary of Yuzhou, the intersection of post roads.

There is a very strange pair here: a Taoist priest and a monk.

The Taoist priest looks very handsome, with red lips and white teeth, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, two locks of long hair hanging down from his ears, this appearance is really a fairy wind Dao bone, but his Taoist robe is loosely tied, slid half of it, revealing the shoulders of his white underwear, and his head and face are covered with some dust raised by passing vehicles, which is inexplicably sloppy. He crouched on the side of the road, firmly holding a small stick on the ground with his left hand, and pinching the tip of the stick with his thumb and forefinger. There is a thin rope tied to the middle of the stick, and another small stick is tied to the other end of the straight string - these small sticks are actually a pair of chopsticks!

"You see, this shaft is fixed at one point, and then it ......," the man said, carefully fiddling with it, "what happens when you move the other one?" That's right, because the length of the string is fixed, the stick I move with my right hand is equivalent to doing a circular motion. Look, is there a circle on the ground? It's amazing, you don't need a lot of precision instruments, as long as two chopsticks and a rope are combined, you can draw a standard circle - hey, are you looking at it? Aren't you making your home here, don't you toss? I'm begging you! ”

He was greeting the monk. The monk was dressed in a loose coarse cloth robe, with sleeves and trouser legs tucked up, and was swinging his hoe again and again, without looking at it. He was tall and broad-shouldered, like a hairless bear, and with each swing of the hoe, the muscles on his forearms bulged out and scored. The piece of land he cultivated silently was actually a useless piece of terra nullius by the side of the road.

The monk listened to the greeting, glanced at the Taoist priest, and then turned back and continued to work hard.

The Taoist priest smiled, seemed to be very satisfied with the other party's willingness to give face, and continued: "But this rope must always be straight, otherwise it will not be round, and if you want to draw a smaller circle, you can only adjust the length of the rope, or the compass is convenient." Of course, the two rods of the compass are hard, which is not fundamentally different from a straight rope, and its advantage is that it can maintain the angle. If you want to draw a large circle, open it at an obtuse angle; If you want to draw a small circle, shrink it to an acute angle. ”

The monk lunges with his legs one in front of the other, lifts the hoe, leans forward, falls with a hoe, leans back when the hoe picks up the ground, and then raises the hoe and repeats the most boring work in the world, two seconds, two seconds. He obviously used all the strength of his body with every hoe, but he was so relaxed that he didn't sweat a drop on his face.

The Taoist priest continued: "Therefore, the essence of the compass is a shaft and a device to maintain the angle! The shaft is used to hold the center of the circle, and a standard circle can be drawn by maintaining the included angle. If we master the art of keeping the angles, we will be able to draw a circle empty-handed—a circle that draws a circle, and don't listen to it as your monk's 'fate'! ”

The busy monk took the time to say that the joke was quite good.

"Well, the human body is everywhere. My knuckles are the shafts of my fingers; The Taoist priest stretched out an index finger and turned it, drawing small circles in the air: "My wrist joint is the axis of the palm; My elbow joint is the axis of my forearm; My shoulder joint is the axis of the whole arm. It stands to reason that humans are born with so many axes, so it should be easy to draw a circle, right? However, this is not the case. Why? The answer is simple, the human hand is unstable. If it is unstable, it will not be able to maintain the angle, and the circle drawn will not be standard. You think you've drawn a circle, but you're great if you can draw an ellipse. ”

The Taoist priest stretched out his hand: "In practice, positioning the center of the circle is also a problem, because you can't draw a standard circle by making a circular motion at any joint on the human body. Let's say I'm going to draw a circle now, I can only imagine an axis that penetrates the back of my hand and try to keep an angle......"

His hand moved.

Ah, the painting is crooked.

The Taoist priest took a sneaky step and covered the failure with his body while looking back. The monk is still buried in the ploughing, and he shouldn't have noticed this. The Taoist priest immediately wiped off the pattern with his feet, adjusted his breathing, and after two seconds, two seconds, his eyes were bright, and then he wrote again.

A standard circle is presented. At the very least, you have to have a math teacher with many years of teaching experience to be able to draw this circle without the help of an instrument.

The Taoist priest let out a sigh and smiled contentedly: "What I said is really right! ”

He quickly became reluctant, threw the stick, and stood up and stretched.

At this time, the monk put down his hoe, took out a handful of seeds from the storage bag, and scattered them on the freshly cultivated land. Looking at the soil under his feet, the corners of the monk's mouth turned up, as if he saw the blooming flowers in the future.

"I really hope he chooses this path...... "The Taoist priest looked into the distance and said softly, "The third 'dual professional'." ”

If anyone sees these two, they will immediately know: one is a Shaolin bitter sea drunk, a professional monk and martial artist, and the mentor is the high monk Kumarosh; One is Wudang's sleepless, professional Taoist priest and martial artist, and the mentor is the patriarch Zhang Sanfeng.

The two are tied for the first place in Yuzhou.

Wait here for Yu Qingfeng.