Chen Sao was sitting at the table at this time.

At this time, he had a serious expression on his face, immersed in the small words on the paper with the cheap brush he had bought in the Mobao store with a few copper plates.

This is not Chen Santiao's leisure, but a knife book.

With the moves and descriptions from memory, he presented them on the paper, and time passed little by little, and the place where he was sitting was now full of papers that already had moves and small print.

They have their numbers on these papers.

This is the order in which Chen Santiao made up a sequence of these moves in the process of recording.

Wait until the last piece of rice paper falls to the ground.

Chen Santiao also put the brush in his hand on the inkstone, and then put his hands on his cheeks, as if he was thinking about something!

For a long time, there seems to be no change of movement.

A breeze blew the rice paper on the ground through the window, however, at this time, Chen Sao frowned slightly, got up quickly, and glanced at the rice paper on the ground.

Then a smile appeared on his face.

When he was at the desk again, it was different from the previous idleness.

I saw that he first arranged the sword moves that were scattered on the ground in order, and then looked at them for a long time.

Shuffle the order later!

Chen Sao looked at the order on the ground that had been disrupted by him again, and arranged a new order.

According to the first order, Chen Santiao just deduced to the third page and shook his head, obviously disgusted by this order.

Then, arrange the knives again.

The second arrangement has been formed, with the first and second pages unchanged, except for the third page.

Again, follow the sequence of this walkthrough.

However, the same thing happened not long after, and there was a hint of stagnation in the course of the exercise.

He didn't hurry, but squatted on the ground, his gaze sweeping over these sword moves that had already formed.

Chen Santiao left the first four pages and continued to lay out the order that followed. Try it in turn.

Although the progress is slow, it seems to be normal for Chen Santiao!

At this time, he was like a stonemason carving an inscription, and the whole person seemed very serious, and he was completely silent in the middle.

Over and over.

Time passes.

About two hours passed.

At this time, the sunlight outside the house had already set in the west, but Chen Santiao still did not stop, but tirelessly fiddled and tried.

Now it has been arranged to the twelfth page, but the more it gets to the back, the longer Chen Santiao thinks about it, and the more carefully he scrutinizes.

And it was changed several times, and it could have been unimpeded, but he shook his head again and vetoed it.

In this process, Xiao Yuqing also entered the house a few times and came in to deliver water, but Chen Sao ignored them and only studied the knife moves on the ground.

Seeing that her son was indulging in these knife scores, she just put the tea cup in her hand on the table and tiptoed out.

About half an hour passed.

Chen Sao returned to a knife move and squatted down, and for a long time, he didn't get up, as if he was thinking about something.

However, just in the air!

Suddenly, he picked up a page of sword moves, exchanged them with the moves in front of him, and then put them in another place.

Finish doing these.

He looked at the eighteen pages of sword moves on the ground, and he couldn't help but smile on his face.

He seemed pleased with the order now.

The ordering of each of the following pages made Chen Santiao think about it for longer and longer, and it was still a constant deduction.

There are only four moves left on the ground!

Therefore, each page was very hard to choose, and even every page had a thousand changes in his mind!

If other people see these sword moves, then they will definitely sort them one by one according to the three types of Dao method: starting, chopping, and closing.

But obviously, the sword book in front of him now is definitely not so simple to order.

Take the starting style on the first page, just this one starting style, in Chen Santiao's mind, there are no less than hundreds of rehearsals, and each rehearsal will be different.

This made Chen Sanjo puzzled!

If every drill is different like this, then it will definitely be difficult to continue with the moves in the future.

Chen Sao glanced at the sword book on the ground, and then looked at the next page.

He'd been on his mind several times.

However, there was never a final conclusion!

Chen Santiao held a page of sword moves in his hand, but he didn't move the paper, slowly deducing it in his mind.

His deduction is by no means a simple deduction.

First, it is necessary to connect the knife moves that were sorted before, and secondly, it is necessary to pave the way for the future.

Now this predicament is not worth mentioning!

About a cup of tea!

Chen Sao couldn't help muttering in his heart: "It's difficult, if you want to be coherent, so that this sword book can be called a sword book, you can definitely do it with your own ability, but the most difficult thing is to be able to conjure up the next sword intent in these moves......"

Speaking of this, his eyes couldn't help but flash with a gleam.

Then he muttered in his mouth for a while: "Knife intent...... Right...... That's right, it's knife intent!"

It's as if I've figured something out at this point.

The next moment.

I saw that Chen Santiao had already placed the page of the sword spectrum move in his hand after the sixteenth page of the knife spectrum move, and it became the seventeenth page.

Chen Sanjo, who originally had a somewhat solemn expression, suddenly looked like a dark cloud had dispersed.

He chose one of the last three pages, and placed the next one after the seventeenth......

The last three pages.

It only takes a few seconds to get it done, and there is no previous hard work and hassle!

Then, after doing this, Chen Santiao did not stop, but sat cross-legged in front of the arranged sword moves, with a solemn expression.

From the first page to the last.

Chen Sanjo put these knife scores away.

Then, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At the moment, he was in a good mood.

Chen Sao got up and glanced out the window, it was already nightfall.

The order of this knife score took him several hours, and he couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile, estimating that Xiao Yuqing was resting at this moment.

After turning around, he picked up the knife.

A faint smile was slightly hooked at the corner of his mouth, and he muttered: "Now that this order has been arranged, you have to give it a try, this knife technique!"

Speaking of this, the smile on Chen Sanjo's face was even brighter.

Chen Santiao went through these moves, and his heart slowly calmed down.

He intends to start from the first page.

In fact, in his heart, there are some doubts at the moment.

The starting style of this knife book is actually similar to the sky-breaking fist!

That's what shocked him!

Picked up the first page of the knife book, carefully looked at the moves on the first page, and now Chen Sanjo looked at the moves on the knife book.

It's a feeling.

No matter how you start, it's the right one!

And there is no sense of disobedience.

What the hell is going on?