Thinking of this, the two of us glanced at him with the most resentful eyes in our lives almost at the same time, while Jin Jiuye still squinted his eyes like a Buddha.

Calmness is always the typical characteristic of this old boy that distinguishes ordinary people.

The next morning, I was still sitting behind the counter in the main hall of the Iron Building, chatting with Xiaorou and sorting out my thoughts.

Sitting on a chair and looking through the recent news, I suddenly felt that the horror stories that I had painstakingly made up in the past were just that, only those who have experienced it know what it is like to be targeted by evil ghosts with a blank expression, and only those who have experienced it know what kind of demon existence the legendary Maoshan Taoist is in the legend.

As soon as I thought of this, I was very interested in Jin Jiuye's life experience, of course, what I dared to be more interested in was where he got such a good ability.

"Hey, hey, what do you think?" While thinking about it, Chubby walked in from outside, carrying a big carp in his hand, which looked like he had just bought it from the morning market.

"No, I didn't think about anything, why did you come." Touching my chin to look at him, I said.

"No, the fat aunt asked me to bring him a fish, there is no fresh one, I just waited for a while, what's the matter, is there any business to do?" Chubby said, hanging the snakeskin bag containing the carp on the hook on the side, and leaned against the edge of the counter.

"There is no business, there are two pilgrims." Pointing to a mother and daughter in front of the Sanqing statue, he said with a smile.

"Damn, you kid has a really strong taste." After a glance from afar, Chubby couldn't help grinning, I knew that he was not interested in that kind of figure that wanted nothing, and he smiled bitterly and didn't explain much.

"Oh, by the way, I saw that little girl when I came." Pulled out a toothpick from the bamboo tube on the side, Chubby said.

"Little girl? Which little girl? "Hearing him say this, I'm a little confused by the second monk.

"Tsk, the one who picked you up and was discharged from the hospital that day! Look at you, you're still pretending to be confused with me! Chubby said, smacking his lips and feeling a little dissatisfied.

"You said Xiaorou, an ordinary friend." Shaking my head as if I was helpless, I said to him.

"Pull it down, I don't know you yet, you kid is just lustful and has no lustful guts, don't pretend to be pure here with me. Eh, don't say my brother didn't remind you, be careful, I saw a little white face pressing the road with him today. That kid is good, in terms of body and appearance, none of them is worse than you, if you don't grasp it tightly, I'm afraid there will be problems. ”

"Boring." Listen to him say that, I said.

"Eh, you person" Seeing that I didn't care much, Xiaopang was a little unhappy, and put on a wronged expression of kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, unhappy.

"Hehe, it was Xiaorou who asked you to say that." Seeing that he pretended to be quite similar, I was amused by him, and when Xiaopang heard it, his eyes widened at the time, and then he grinned, "Haha, you found out, how did you see it?" ”

"Pinch your fingers and come out." I said, smiling pretentiously.

"Roll the calf" As soon as Chubby heard this, he wanted to complain, but at this moment, the fat aunt came over from outside and said hello to her, and they began to study the problem of the fish.

While it was okay, I informed the fat aunt and slipped out of the hall.

The iron building belongs to the ninth master, and there are no other users in the building, so the corridor behind it that is not often open has become my playground.

I hung a dart target there, wooden, about a meter in diameter, and when I was fine, I was busy running around to practice throwing knives.

I've been fumbling around for all sorts of uses for that thing ever since I got it, and after all this time of grinding, I've been able to call it out with relative ease.

Not only that, but when I was fine, I was studying the use of short knives, because I had a relatively solid foundation in martial arts, so I didn't encounter any insurmountable obstacles in the process of learning.

When you repeat an action 10,000 times, your body will naturally remember it, and when you do it 30,000 times, then this qiē will become part of your instinct.

I used to learn kung fu like this.

At that time, the third grandfather's house had a strange-looking wooden stake, which only had one hand and one foot, but its hands were particularly long, and when training, it should be treated as a living person.

In order to break through and carry out an effective attack on the stake, it is necessary to master a series of defusing methods, how to step, how to dodge, how to block, how to attack, all of which are exquisite, in order to learn those practical skills, I have suffered a lot.

Not to mention anything else, just the core tricks such as splitting, hammering, circle beating, and praying mantis double sealing hands, you have to practice more than 3,000 times a day, until a splitting chop can break the arm of the stake The third grandfather began to teach the routine.

Thinking about what happened at that time, it was full of tears.

However, the benefits of this are obvious, after all, what is martial arts practiced? Take off and turn three hundred and six, jump whirlwind feet? Or is it a harrier turning over and showing its palms in a false step?

Neither.

That's dance, not martial arts.

The real martial arts, practice is not how fast the routine, not how difficult the action is, it is to practice the coordination and cooperation of "hands, eyes, body, law, and steps", and practice is "one courage, two strength and three kung fu", the older generation of martial artists all believe in the same truth, is the mule is the horse to lead out for a walk, and the ability under the hand can see the real chapter.

Therefore, the third grandfather doesn't like to teach routines, and loves to try his hand with others.

From the very beginning of sparring, to the later free fighting, and then to the empty hand into the white blade, each feeding hand has his own ideas in it.

To be honest, this process is extremely painful, I don't sleep in the middle of the night, and I often have to beat him with a blue nose and swollen face to go home, fortunately, the effect is very good, and when you reach out and put the person down, you don't feel how bitter it was at the beginning.

I came from this path, so I know it very well, and because of this, I have never had the idea of giving up halfway in the process of learning the use of short knives, but this qiē has been learned very smoothly, but there is an accident, that is, flying knives.

How to fly out of this piece of divine iron that is more than a foot long, the question is how to make this thing poke into the target's body steadily and accurately.

This short knife, unlike a dart, has neither a tail nor a dart, and it is not easy to make it fly head-on, let alone make it both powerful and accurate.