Why should I learn? What I learned in the pile of dead people before, is it no worse than yours? I shook my head, so as not to fall for the clown, this thing is probably a little annoyed and angry by my stimulation, and wants to take the opportunity to beat me, I am not so stupid.

"The knife technique that comes out of the fight is indeed the most direct knife technique, but those are desperate fighting methods, are you sure you have to fight with people every time? Although my sword skills are not very good, I will not fall behind in a single fight, or in a one-on-two, three-on-one. ”

The clown is right, I've seen this happen with my own eyes.

At that time, at least dozens of us surrounded him and slashed at him, but only two or three people were left by him.

In the end, he relied on his life to fight for his life, so he barely disrupted the clown's smooth movements and killed him desperately.

Listening to the clown's words, I felt a little moved in my heart.

He's right, I can't fight with people every time, and if I don't want to fight hard, I have to find a way to learn the real way not to fight.

For example, Wu Tuo and Yu Luo, two martial arts masters, no one needs to work hard, because the hand-to-hand combat technique is too strong, even if you want to fight hard with others, you have to see if you have the capital to get close to the other party.

"Are you sure you're just teaching me swordsmanship, not taking the opportunity to beat me?" I pulled out the black knife on the ground, and last night, I used this knife to obliterate two people, and now I hold it in my hand, and there is a strange sense of familiarity.

"Beat you? If I want to beat you, I can do it at any time, so why make excuses? The clown sneered and pounced on him with a knife.

"Fuck, didn't you lecture me?"

I hurriedly raised my knife to meet it, not wanting the clown's knife to slash through the air and slash past the knife I raised.

I followed his knife and watched as his blade flipped up and down to my throat.

The clown slowed down, or I wouldn't have been able to see clearly at all, and my throat would have been slit.

I'm very familiar with his movements, because I've faced them myself.

"Knife skills, in fact, are very simple, it depends on how you use a few of the most basic movements, don't underestimate those basic movements, can be inherited for so many years, if it is not the most practical action, I don't know where it has been forgotten."

After the clown said these words, he rolled his eyes at me and said: "Teaching knife skills, only killing people is killed, and there is no such thing as taking the opportunity to beat people, if I want to take the opportunity to beat you, I am actually taking the opportunity to cut you." ”

I laughed twice to hide my embarrassment, and motioned for the clown to do it again.

This time I changed my approach, not blocking, but desperately slashing at the clown.

The clown's white knife spun slightly, and when it turned against my knife, it caused me to fall sideways.

The white knife in the clown's hand turned around, using the back of the knife as the blade, and hit me in the throat.

I clutched my throat and coughed violently as I stepped back, and the familiarity came back to me.

Yes, the clown used this trick before.

"Don't think that you can hack the opponent to death, when attacking, remember to leave three points for yourself to prevent the opponent from changing his moves." The clown began to point at me, and I clutched my throat and listened.

After what happened last night, the clown seemed to have figured out something, and even taught me without reservation.

You must know that I used to learn something from him, but he always pushed back and couldn't push away, so he taught me one or two tricks.

The clown finally showed his real skills today, I know, because I have experienced it myself.

Experiencing it and using it are two different things, and I'm not the kind of martial arts wizard who can't forget it, and it's even harder to remember the moves or something.

But maybe because I've fought against the clown and studied his tricks, and now I can use it almost once, and I can subconsciously use it.

But the movements were stiff, and it felt very awkward, as if I didn't need a little strength.

My wrists felt like they were about to break, and I felt like my body was almost broken.

The joints all over the body seemed to be rusty, and every movement was like tearing pain.

"How so? I see that you use it smoothly and powerfully, why do you come to me, I don't feel like you need any strength? "I was doing the movements while discussing with the clown next to me.

The clown sneered, changed hands with the white knife in his hand, and made a set of actions in the opposite direction very casually.

"Don't underestimate such a picky and flirtatious, I have done it tens of thousands of times, and the opposite direction is the same, every set of actions, there are tens of thousands of times, so when I use it, I can swing it very casually, and it doesn't take too much effort."

"So many times in one set?" I couldn't believe it, just three times I felt soreness and numbness in my arms and pain in my wrist joints.

"Martial arts training is a very hard and boring thing, and a single action may make you repeat it countless times. But as long as you are willing to work hard, the reward is also very obvious, for example, I was like you at the beginning, and I complained to Master for a long time. My master didn't have such a good temper as me, he never explained anything, and when he came up, he was beaten violently, and he almost beat me to death several times. ”

The clown paused, then looked into the distance, and continued in a faint voice: "This old fellow, when he is dying, is still worried about whether I can succeed, but unfortunately, he may never see the day when I succeed." ”

"How did you end up in the theater?" I looked at the clown strangely, I had seen his arrogance, I had seen his cruelty, I had heard his crazy howl.

This is the first time I have seen the true feelings of the clown.

It seems that in the heart of this brutal clown, there is still an unknown past.

"Want to know? I won't tell you. The clown's sorrow disappeared in a flash, and he returned to his original appearance.

Seeing him like this, I didn't bother to pay attention to him, so I turned my head and continued to repeat the two sets of movements he taught me.

I kept doing this until I couldn't lift my hands anymore and then I lay down in the tent and slept.

The clown watched the whole time, and he didn't speak, just stared into the distance blankly, and occasionally a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I don't know what he remembers, but I don't think it's a good thing anyway.

Remembering that I asked him before, he looked too lazy to take care of it, so I didn't want to ask him, so I went straight to sleep.

In the middle of the night, we fought again with the obsession of the stinking gutter.

This time, the clown did not leave, but stood on the tent, threw the double knife at me, and instructed me to use the double knife to fight the obsession.

"You taught me a single knife during the day, what do you mean by giving me a double knife now?" I was carrying two knives and didn't know what to do with them for a while.

"The first set for the left hand and the second set for the right hand, it's not so simple? Are you embarrassed to say you're smart? ”

"I've never said I'm smart." I pursed my lips and turned to look in the direction of the stinking gutter.

The other party is hidden in the dark as usual, and I can't see what the other party looks like, and it's easy to swing the second set with my right hand, after all, I've been practicing for most of the day.

But swinging the first set with his left hand was very difficult, and he almost slashed himself several times.

After all, it's an arm that I don't use often, and it's in the opposite direction, so it's normal to not know it.