Zhang Zhao felt that Elder Gu despised him a little, and he didn't believe that he could learn such a simple action, but now the combination of the golden light transformation and body movements in his mind became more and more tacit, and he felt that the vibrating knife just now was simply no difficulty.

However, the two extra golden words in his mind still surprised Zhang Zhao very much, he felt that this must be related to the King Kong body, so he returned to the small courtyard and repeated it several times.

The posture of King Kong is actually very difficult to practice, and it is similar to the weird appearance of touching the heel with the waist back, bending the legs sideways, and holding the fingers backwards. If it weren't for Zhang Zhao's enthusiasm at the time, who was thinking about changing himself, he might not have been able to persevere. Now he is very familiar with these postures, and doing them together is just a change of habits.

After Zhang Zhao did it slowly a few times, he felt as if there was something in his body that was about to stretch out. The strength of the limbs is not able to come out, and it feels like never before.

When he told Pang Feiyang about this phenomenon that night, Pang Feiyang nodded: "That's good, it seems that this method is feasible." You go ahead and do that. ”

Sheng Jin asked curiously: "Why do you two always say strange things, what is there that we all don't know?"

Zhang Zhao smiled and said, "It's something I practice every morning, and Elder Pang gives me a few fingers, which I think is quite useful." ”

He didn't think so, but all the elders looked sideways, Pang Feiyang in Lingxiao has been high since he was a teenager, he stepped into the upper three realms at the age of thirty, and he had already cultivated the five qi dynasty yuan at the age of forty, if he could go further, he could be the second Yin and Yang realm cultivator in Lingxiao in hundreds of years.

I don't know how many Lingxiao elders want to recommend their sons and nephews to Pang Feiyang's seat as apprentices, but he refuses to accept them all, so he is not popular in Lingxiao, and with his cold temperament, he will not be surprised if he sits on his back for another ten years.

"Zhang Zhao, you are really blessed. Deng Chun exclaimed: "Do you know how many young disciples have asked Senior Brother Pang for guidance over the years, but they can't get their wish." ”

Pang Feiyang has also changed a lot after experiencing the change in the Eagle Hall, and said a little apologetically: "Let Senior Brother Deng laugh." Accept all of you to carry love, Feiyang was indeed a little ignorant before. ”

He looked at Zhang Zhao again: "Besides, what Zhang Zhao practiced was his own efforts, I just moved my mouth, not any guidance." ”

Zhang Zhao pickled the excess meat on his back in the small courtyard the next day, and ran to the side hall of the deacon hall where Elder Gu was located much earlier than last time. As soon as he entered, Elder Gu was pacing in the hall. Seeing him come in, he didn't say much, and walked directly to a bundle of branches hanging next to him.

"You see. After Elder Gu finished speaking, he drew his knife and slowly slashed horizontally, each time he cut off one of the bundles of branches, the knife light flashed again and again, and after a while, each of the bundles of branches was cut off by an inch. The incision of the whole bundle of branches was smooth and smooth, as if it had been made with a knife.

"This is called a trembling knife, also known as a continuous slash. Control the strength of your hands, chop only one branch at a time, and keep the direction consistent, so that all the incisions can be neatly and consistently. "Elder Gu didn't go out this time. Sitting on the chair, he said lightly: "You practice." ”

Zhang Zhao had never learned this kind of meticulous knife technique from Uncle Wang, and he felt extremely novel, so he agreed excitedly, but stood in front of the branch but did not rush to make a knife. Closing his eyes and contemplating every gesture Elder Gu had just made, the golden light turned into a human form and practiced in his mind.

Elder Gu kept staring at his movements, and it was a little surprising to see him close his eyes and think, thinking first and then acting is a necessary prerequisite for cultivators to learn the arts, Zhang Zhao's moves were extremely rough when he performed the sword test that day, and he was not at all like a person who could have such thoughts.

Zhang Zhao pondered for a moment, slowly cut out the strange knife in his hand, cut it down in the bundle of branches, and then slashed faster and faster, the first round down, sometimes several were cut with one knife, sometimes the same one was chopped, and the incisions were also uneven.

When he shot again in the second round, Zhang Zhao improved a lot, although the strength was still not well controlled, the deviation in direction became less and less. In the third round of slashing, his hands also stabilized, and the phenomenon of multiple Qi slashes and repeated slashes almost disappeared.

Elder Gu couldn't believe his eyes, he thought back again and again yesterday, and felt that Zhang Zhao might have happened to experience the feeling of vibrating the knife. I didn't leave today because I wanted to see what level Zhang Zhao was.

Elder Gu was quite satisfied with the first round of swordsmanship, but he was already a little shocked in the second round. In the third round, Elder Gu understood that yesterday's situation was no accident, and Fang Fatzi forcibly stuffed himself into this kid.

Zhang Zhao's movements became more and more proficient, and his scattered divine sense took in the situation of the entire bundle of branches, and the golden light turned into a bundle of golden branches, and the strength of each knife was controlled just right. At this time, the speed of the knife in his hand gradually increased, and the branches fell to the ground one after another, and in a moment there was only a foot left in front of him with the bundle of branches.

Zhang Zhao slashed vigorously, raised his arm and slashed again and again, until he was about to cut the rope hanging from this bundle of branches, when he heard the voice of Elder Gu from behind: "Okay, you practiced well, go back." Come back tomorrow. ”

As the branches get shorter and shorter, the posture of the knife will also change. After Elder Gu witnessed Zhang Zhao's next few rounds of slashing, he finally had to admit that it was not a spur of the moment that the Baimu League chose this kid to replace him.

Could it be a genius with a knife? Elder Gu looked at Zhang Zhao's back with some emotion, there was no disciple on Lingxiao who could make him feel like this, his bitter face stretched out, and Elder Gu was a little looking forward to Zhang Zhao's performance in the future.

In the days that followed, Zhang Zhao felt that changes were happening every day in his body. After practicing the strange posture consistently, his already considerable strength gradually grew, and the fat master often corrected his pace and breathing, and after hanging more than a hundred animals in a row, it was nothing to do. The amount of each meal also increased sharply, and the loose clothes of the miscellaneous disciples on their bodies also became tight.

It was also very easy to learn the sword technique at Elder Gu every day. Every time no matter what Elder Gu taught, Zhang Zhao could quickly grasp it, and his hands and eyes and the golden light transformation were tacitly coordinated, as long as he looked at it with all his heart a few times, no matter how difficult the movements were, he could learn them decently.

Elder Gu's face was still sad, but his mood was very good. Anyone who teaches such a disciple is a pleasure, and the only thing he is worried about now is that Zhang Zhao has no foundation for Qi cultivation, and some advanced skills that require the cooperation of true qi in the body cannot be taught.

Yangxian Tang is also happy, Zhang Zhao is not in the same voice, most of the words are from Sheng Jin's mouth, every time he is sarcastically ridiculed by others, it can cause a burst of laughter.

Zhang Zhao unconsciously had enough nine golden words in his mind, which happened to be the first sentence of the Requiem scripture. These nine golden characters are integrated into one, and if they gather, they will gather together, and if they are scattered, they will be scattered together. He no longer needs to close his eyes and concentrate, as long as his mind moves, the golden light can form a three-foot range in his mind.

This morning, when the kitchen was just finished, Zhu Liang stopped him: "Zhang Zhao, last night Elder Gu entrusted the person who delivered the food to you, he has something to go out these days, you don't have to learn the knife." ”

Zhang Zhao responded, but he remembered something in and out of the door: "Fat master, is there any utensils for holding things in the back kitchen, I have too much meat there and can't let it go." ”

These days, Lao Sha sends ten more heads and eight livestock every day, and Zhang Zhao saves a lot of dried meat. It's just that he is busy every day, and he really doesn't have time to deal with it, and when he heard that he didn't need to learn knives today, he remembered these chores.

The fat master thought for a while: "We have a lot of things thrown behind us, what do you like to use for yourself." ”

Zhang Zhao agreed, went up the mountain to deliver the food and hurried back, and the fat master asked Zhu Liang to take him to the open space behind.

The place of Lingxiao's back kitchen is no better than the small courtyard on Zhang Zhao Mountain, a vacant land of hundreds of feet in front of the forest, full of things that the back kitchen has discarded and replaced over the years. Zhang Zhaodong looked at the west and felt that it was not bad that this could also be used and that, so he was dazzled for a while.

He saw that in the middle of this large mess of broken cabinets, there were many large jars, which were about the height of his chest, and they were two thick, and although the porcelain surface of the cylinder was slightly cracked, it was not broken.

Before Zhang Zhao came to Lingxiao, he was particularly envious of the few large tanks in the oil shop in the town, these were twice as thick as the oil cylinders in front of him, and he was very satisfied when he stepped forward to look at them.

"I'm going to have this tank. Zhang Zhao took a few thick ropes from the back kitchen, knotted them into a rope and tightened the cylinder body, squatted down and stretched out his hand to tighten it on his chest, and slowly stood up and carried a large cylinder.

Zhu Liang was a little uneasy when he saw him swaying, and wanted to call a few more people to help, Zhang Zhao said loudly: "It's okay, Senior Brother Zhu, you go back and get busy, I'll just carry it myself." After saying that, he walked away quickly.

Zhang Zhao carried the jar to the small courtyard, put the big jar down and thought about it and ran back to the back kitchen: "Fat master, can I take a few more bites of those old jars?"

"Take as much as you like, as long as you're not tired, you can carry it on your back. The fat master didn't even think about answering.

"I see. Zhang Zhao happily ran to the back. I chose another jar and went on my back. Then he went back and forth. As long as the cylinder body was not cracked and could no longer be used, he would pick it up from the pile of rags and carry it away.

After noon, the fat master was sitting on the stove resting, and a kitchen disciple came over with a smile: "Fat master, Zhang Zhao is still there with the tank." ”

The fat master replied casually: "You don't have to worry about him, he can toss as much as he likes." After saying that, he felt that something was wrong, tilted his head and calculated the time, half a day has passed since the morning, and even ten cylinders should have been memorized.

The fat master walked out of the back kitchen and saw the piled up of waste being pushed aside, and there were few of the dozens of vats in this open space.

He was looking around, and Zhang Zhao dragged the rope behind him and ran over again, and when he arrived at a large vat to check that there was no damage, he put on the rope and left. She smiled at him as she passed by.

"This kid is poor and crazy down the mountain. With so many broken cylinders, he really carried them all away?" Looking at Zhang Zhao's relaxed back, the fat master couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

When Zhang Zhao carried the vat back and forth up the mountain, on an avenue hundreds of miles away from Lingxiao Peak, more than a dozen people wearing homespun clothes were hurrying away. The leader of the old man was white and chubby, his eyes were not big, and he wiped the sweat on his head with the towel in his hand from time to time, and he touched his arms with his hands from time to time, as if he was remembering something inside.

Turning a corner, the fat white man suddenly found several red-clothed men standing in the middle of the road. The leader was a burly man, dressed in soft armor, with a black and white beard under his chin, his face was full of scars, and he was holding a long machete in his hand, staring at this side with a pair of bull's eyes fiercely.

"Jiang Tai, where are you going in a hurry?" The man in red propped up the machete on the ground and looked at the fat white man with a mocking expression: "I have been waiting for you here for a day and a night, and you still want to return to Lingxiao alive?"

The white fat old man was called out by his name, and he hurriedly looked at the red-clothed man opposite, and finally recognized it after looking at it for a while: "You are Sun Hu?"

Sun Hu, the man in red, laughed: "It's okay, it seems that you haven't forgotten me, there are still a few scars on my face that you left behind." ”

Jiang Tai looked around and said with a smile: "Sun Hu, you can't blame me for what happened back then. What's more, you and your father have both gone down the mountain alive, why are you doing something bad and have to block the road and rob?"

Sun Hu spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground: "I don't blame you? If it weren't for you, would we have been able to defeat so badly? If you don't turn against the water, it's impossible to say who will win and who will lose." That day in front of the Lingxiao Hall, you didn't miss looking at my face and smiling. Count your fate today, and after a while, the tiger master will chop off the fingers of the hands you put down. Let's see if you can laugh out. ”

Jiang Tai immediately put away his smile: "Sun Hu, after all, everyone is in the same door, let's leave some leeway for everything, don't do too much." ”

"I don't do it, I want to kill you people, I've been waiting left and right all these years, and I've always killed some small characters who don't come to the stage. Today is not bad, the tiger master's money was not spent in vain, waiting for your big fish. Sun Hu's face was hideous: "You just wait to repay the debt." ”

As soon as Sun Hu raised his hand, the long knife in his hand was raised high, and the brilliance on the knife body flashed. "Jiang Tai, the tiger master has also entered the upper three realms, you should die. ”

With the action of raising his knife, there were murderous sounds all around, and nearly a hundred red-clothed bandits jumped out of the woods and surrounded Jiang Tai and his party. These people are all wearing soft armor, holding swords, bows and crossbows, and their cultivation does not look weak.

"Let's go. Jiang Tai swiped his hands a few times out of thin air and pressed towards the ground. With him as the center, a thick cloud of smoke spread in all directions, enveloping the red-clothed bandits and more than a dozen Lingxiao disciples.

In the smoke, only Sun Hu's arrogant laughter and the sound of weapons intersecting could be heard: "Jiang Tai, you still want to leave, there are all my people around here, you can honestly wait for death." ”

Screams came out, and from time to time someone fell to the ground, but Sun Hu stared at Jiang Tai's direction and did not move. In the smoke, he couldn't see Jiang Tai's figure clearly, and shouted: "Brothers, retreat some, don't let them take advantage of the loopholes and run away." ”

Jiang Tai's smoke talisman couldn't last long, Sun Hu's eyes gradually became clear, Jiang Tai and the dozen or so Lingxiao disciples really couldn't run away, and they were still surrounded in the middle.

"Hahahaha, Jiang Tai, I'll let you smoke again. You hide in for a while, you coward has only been able to use these useless spells all these years. Sun Hu looked at Jiang Tai, who failed to break through, and was even more proud.

A red-clothed bandit behind him whispered, "Master Tiger, the situation is a little wrong. ”

Sun Hu listened to it for a while, and looked at the people who were lying on the ground, it seemed that Jiang Tai's Fu Smoke Technique really had some way.

As soon as the long knife in his hand stood up, Sun Hu stepped forward a few times: "I'll entangle him, and everyone will go up together to kill those useless ones first." ”

Jiang Tai is a famous Taoist, and he can't move at will when casting talismans, Sun Hu slashed horizontally, and he had to retreat and dodge. Sun Hu slashed again with a knife, and he saw that he could be cut down with a few more knives.

"Help. Jiang Tai shouted loudly without any grace: "You guys, stop him." He rolled and crawled backwards.

A sharp knife light flashed, meeting the long knife in Sun Hu's hand, Sun Hu felt a strong force coming from his hand, and retreated again and again.

The person who came out of the knife raised his head, with a sad face under a pair of eight-character eyebrows, it was Elder Gu, who held two long knives in his hand, one left and one right, and quickly rushed up with two knives and flashed alternately, and the red-clothed people who rushed left and right fell to the ground with knives in their chests and throats.

"Gu Jianming?" Sun Hu was shocked: "Why are you here?"

"And you Yan Ye!" several red-clothed bandits rolled backwards and flew out in unison with this loud shout, each of them and their weapons were cut in two by an axe light.

The sound of "huhuhu" continued, and the two Lingxiao disciples behind the person holding the giant axe, one on the left and one on the right, were all holding the same style of large chain shield knives in their hands, and the round shield was out of their hands, and the sharp curved blades on the edge spun and flew out, constantly harvesting the lives of the red-clothed bandits around them.

A silver light flew up like a dragon. Passing through several red-clothed people, a Lingxiao disciple who had shrunk behind others from the beginning jumped up, and the tail of the spear holding the silver spear in one hand looked at him coldly: "Sun Hu, have you forgotten Grandpa Tian?"

The man holding the gun has a white face and a short beard, and his eyes are full of gloom and coldness. When Sun Hu saw it, he was so frightened: "Tian Yingxiang?"

The rest of the Lingxiao disciples showed their weapons and rushed into the crowd, and their bodies were all flashing with brilliance, and there was not a single cultivator who was not from the Upper Three Realms. The red-clothed bandits around are opponents, and they generally fall down one after another when chopping vegetables.

"Drink. Sun Hu crossed the long knife in his hand, and pushed it towards Lingxiao and the others with all his strength. Elder Gu stood with his two swords and blocked this blow, Sun Hu's long knife began to retreat when he left his hand, and he ran away in the blink of an eye.

"Chase. Lingxiao and the others scattered, some of them killed the bandits, but Gu Jianming and the others chased after Sun Hu.

"Sun Hu, aren't you going to chop off my fingers one by one? Why did you still run away? Can you Jiang Ye not laugh like this?" Jiang Tai saw that the overall situation had been decided, and shouted loudly. In the distance, Sun Hu gritted his teeth listening to his laughter, but he did not stop and fled for his life.

Zhang Zhao looked at the dozens of large vats lined up in the backyard one after another, and he clapped his hands: "This is like a backyard." After a busy day's work, he hurriedly cooked food and sent it to Yangxian Hall, and as soon as he stepped into the hall door, Sheng Jin's loud voice sounded.

"Zhang Zhao, what are you busy with this day? Let's see what you are carrying on your back. ”

Deng Chun inadvertently saw Zhang Zhao going back and forth carrying things up the mountain from a distance, except for Pang Feiyang, who couldn't sit still, Shu Jiuling couldn't see, and even Sheng Jin watched on one foot for a long time. They've been curious all day.

Zhang Zhao replied while distributing the dishes and chopsticks: "The jars behind the kitchen under the mountain are just thrown like that, I think they are all good jars, it's a pity to lose them, I asked the fat master, and he said that I would bring them all if I don't want them." ”

Several elders were discouraged when they heard this. Sheng Jin asked again: "There are so many cylinders, what do you want to do?"

Zhang Zhaoyi heard the spirit: "The jar is a good thing, there is a place for the dried meat stored these days, and if there are leftover vegetables tomorrow, I will also carry it and salt it." ”

Even Pang Feiyang couldn't help but shake his head secretly, several elders lost interest, ate dinner hastily, and said unfinished when he was cleaning up his things: "If you pickle vegetables, you can eat them in ten days, and I'll cut some for the elders to taste when the time comes." ”

Several elders were stunned, only Sheng Jin snorted a few times to answer, Zhang Zhao packed up his things and went back to the small courtyard to wash his treasure vat.

The elders waited for him to go out, and they all sighed in unison: "I didn't expect us to fall into such a situation. At the time of the glory of the year, who would have thought that the disciples in the hall would be happy like this for dozens of broken cylinders. ”

Sheng Jin was still open-minded: "This kid said he wanted pickles, I don't know how it tastes, my old Sheng has never eaten that thing." ”

Liu Feng said coldly: "He has dozens of vats on his back, and you are afraid that you will eat more than ten years after pickling vegetables." Sheng Jin ignored the sarcasm in his words: "Hehe, taste everything, taste everything." ”

The elders of Yangxian Hall found that when they were dining on this day, there was a small plate on the side of the bowl, which was full of all kinds of pickled vegetables cut into thin strips, which looked very eye-catching, but for the sake of face, except for Sheng Jin, the others didn't even touch it.

Sheng Jin ate it but felt that the sour and salty taste was very good, ate it in front of him, and jumped down to take away and eat the rest of the people in front of him, two days later, Liu Feng, who was attracted by his eating, couldn't help but taste it, although he was silent, since then, Sheng Jin has lost his share.

After a few days, except for Pang Feiyang, several elders protected the small plate of pickles in front of them when Sheng Jin's detectives came over. One day later, Sheng Jin jumped in front of Pang Feiyang and found that the small dish was also empty.

When Zhang Zhao came to fetch the dishes and chopsticks, Sheng Jin opened his mouth and shouted, "Zhang Zhao, why is that pickle only a little bit at a time?" As soon as these words came out, the elders all pricked up their ears to listen.

Zhang Zhao replied: "Elder Sheng, this is to eat less to have a taste, our town's shopkeeper Li said that if you eat more, you won't have that taste." ”

Several elders glanced at each other and nodded knowingly, after Zhang Zhao packed up his things and left, Sheng Jin looked around and laughed proudly, and the rest of the people looked at him, Liu Feng asked: "Sheng Datou, are you crazy." ”

Sheng Jin laughed louder and louder, and stretched out his hand to take turns pointing at them: "I don't know which people they said at the beginning that they would let me eat them all, but now, they are eating faster than me." ”

Several elders were a little embarrassed, and Shu Jiuling, who had his eyes closed, answered: "This meal is really delicious with some pickles." ”

"Hmm. The elders nodded their heads again and again, forgetting Sheng Jin's ridicule for a long time.