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"He Yong!

Between Wang Dong's clenched teeth, these words burst out word by word. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, he couldn't wait to fly to the He family with his wings all at once, avenge his father with his own hands, and personally take back the new and old hatreds they have inflicted on his father and son in the past ten years.

But Wang Dong clearly knows that impulsiveness and recklessness can't solve any problems, the He family has a big business, and there are more than a dozen kung fu nursing homes in the courtyard of the deep house.

And if he wants to do all this, he must have the strength to crush them, and as soon as possible, after all, in half a month, the Qingluo Immortal Sect will go to Red Maple City to select disciples, and he must not tolerate this hatred that drags on to the future.

In his opinion, revenge and hatred need to be now, that is, to cut the hemp quickly to be happy.

Wang Dong Huo Ran raised his head, stared at the night sky, the bright moon that was mostly covered by black clouds, and secretly gritted his teeth and said, dog thief, and let you be free for a few more days.

In the next three days, Wang Dong went to Qianzhuang to exchange a silver ticket of 300 taels, and spent most of it to nourish and recuperate his father, who was still bedridden.

The remaining half of the silver taels bought a lot of chicken, duck, fish, meat, rice, and fine noodles, all of which were handed over to the enthusiastic Aunt Zhang next door to improve the food of the two families, and his father said that he was a loser, and Aunt Zhang also shook her head and sighed, but she couldn't find the north of the gluttonous Hu Zile all day long, and called Wang Dong worthy of being a good brother.

Whenever Wang Dong hears his father's nagging, he never refutes it, but he always adds with a smile in his heart, are you reluctant to spend money and wait for maggots to give birth?

As for how those outsiders will look and think, it's all bullshit, so why care.

The most important thing is that he spent a full thirty taels of silver to customize a long knife in the "Guo Da Hammer Blacksmith Shop" in the east of the city.

When the two-foot long knife made overnight was handed over to Wang Dong's hand, Wang Dong looked at the black and narrow blade, the sharp edge of the snow-bright and snow-bright blade, and his eyes were instantly as hot as fire, as if something in his bones had been suddenly awakened.

He loved the knife from the bottom of his heart, and he felt that he was born to use it.

It was night again, and after Wang Dong fell asleep serving his father, who was able to walk slowly on the ground, he carried the two-foot long knife to the courtyard.

The bright moonlight shone on Wang Dong's thin and resolute face, he closed his eyes, and once again recalled the scene when Zhu Ling passed on his "Wind and Thunder Instant Sword Technique" in the cave that day.

The one-style knife technique was endless, and the woman in green with her clothes fluttering constantly appeared in his mind as she tossed and turned.

Suddenly, it was as light and agile as a willow, suddenly it was like a wind and waves, and in an instant, it became as fast as lightning, like thunder, and then the next moment the blade turned sharply, giving people the feeling that it was unpredictable and weird.

Eighteen styles, the entire eighteen styles of knife techniques flashed in Wang Dong's mind over and over again, it was extremely clear, not a single style was vaguely forgotten, and even the transition between the upper and lower moves, the nuanced changes, were also vivid.

Wang Dong slowly opened his eyes, took a deep breath and slowly raised the long knife in his hand, and waved the knife of "brush" flatly, the first style: wind and clouds.

Immediately followed by the second type: lightning strikes the world, and it is split obliquely from top to bottom.

The third style of the next moment: point the stars and take the moon, and pull out the ...... from the bottom up with a backhand

"Boom, boom, boom, boom......"

The sound of sharp knives breaking through the wind went from slow to fast, and it sounded non-stop in the chilly courtyard.

In the larger earthen house, the gray-haired Wang Yuanshan looked through the gap between the windows, and looked at the young figure in the courtyard under the moonlight, sweating like rain and bubbling up and down with a trace of water vapor, and couldn't help but feel distressed.

Move, why doesn't Dad know that you have to raise your eyebrows, and why don't you understand the truth of 'if you want to be noble in front of people, you will suffer later', but you have been practicing martial arts almost sleepless for three days, how can you let Dad bear to watch it, you are Dad's life.

After a long time, Wang Yuanshan sighed deeply, and finally swallowed the words that he wanted to call his son to rest for a while, and lay back on the bed with a heavy heart, but he looked at the roof with his eyes wide open, but he couldn't sleep anyway.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Wang Dong knelt on the ground with a knife in one hand, and beads of sweat the size of beans crackled and fell to the ground with the panting sound of a cow.

"No, when Zhu Ling demonstrated this set of knife techniques to me that day, it felt like an antelope hanging horns, which was natural, but I practiced hard for three days, but why did I always feel that the moves were stiff, and there was an empty shelf but not much power?"

"The moves are exactly the same, and I can't be mistaken, but why?"

"Why? Why is this happening?"

Wang looked at the bright moon in the sky without focus, and pondered in his heart, what was the problem? What did he lack? How did Zhu Ling achieve that realm?

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he stood up, then closed his eyes, and stood still in the moonlight like a statue, and a flash of inspiration gradually magnified and became more and more vivid in his mind.

"The reason why the knife technique I used is not like a god is because I have not really comprehended the artistic conception of each knife technique.

I'm just blindly imitating, so even if I practice hard for ten years, a hundred years will be in vain after all, and it will be difficult to grasp the essence. ”

"The artistic conception of the knife, the artistic conception of the knife, yes, what I lack is it. ”

"Knife intent!"

As soon as the thought was clear, the boredom was gone, Wang Dong took out the strength of the dog and the rabbit, and chased after the victory.

"Since it's called "Wind and Thunder Instant Knife Technique", what about the wind? What is thunder? What does the word 'instant' represent?"

"Wind, thunder,"

Wang Dong closed his eyes and muttered, he forced himself to relax the muscles of his body, imagining himself as the wind, all kinds of wind.

If I were the breeze, how would I sweep through all things, and if I were the wind, how would I sweep the clouds?

He recalled the lightning he had seen since he was a child, and the thunder he had heard.

What does lightning look like? How amazing is rolling thunder? What was the scene when the old maple tree was struck by lightning on that rainy night ten years ago......

Suddenly, Wang opened his eyes violently, raised his hand and swung out a knife.

"No, it's not that feeling,"

He shook his head but was not discouraged, and slowly closed his eyes.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes and slashed out again, frowning and shaking his head, it was still not right.

After a long time, he opened his eyes again, took out the knife again, shook his head again, and it was still not right......

The night faded little by little, and a line of fish belly white gradually appeared on the horizon.

After standing in the courtyard all night, Wang Dong, whose hair and clothes had been soaked by the night dew, finally opened his eyes again after countless tossing and turning between closing his eyes and pondering and suddenly striking the knife.

This time he closed his eyes and pondered for longer than before, but at this time, the confusion in his eyes was gone, and the scorching brilliance of the stars burst out.

He took a deep breath, slowly clenched the hilt, and slowly slashed the knife across his chest......

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and his shaking hand was a three-knife slash without warning.

"Boom!"

The sound of the three knives breaking the wind was almost loud, regardless of before and after.

These three knives, he no longer deliberately imitated how Zhu Ling raised his hand and how he turned his wrist, but relied on his own perception after a night of tempering, and moved the three knives at will.

But these three knives are as powerful as thunder and as fast as lightning.

If that's all it takes, it's not the whole thing.

Through Wang Dong's self-realization, these three knives, which were already beyond recognition, were not only sharp and incomparable, but also gave people an elusive and ethereal illusion, making it impossible for people to grasp any of their tracks.

Unintentionally, Wang Dong never expected that he would actually walk out of a cultivation path that few people in the Immortal Sect who had cultivated for many years at his age could comprehend.

The rising autumn wind penetrates through the body with the cold chill of dawn.

Wang Dong held a two-foot long knife that roared softly, and his cold and fierce gaze stared angrily in the direction of the south of the city......

"Rats, I'm the king, I'm here......"