The people of Wu and the dart bureau regard the ancestral hall as an unapproachable place, except for the annual sacrifice of the ancestors to bless the dart bureau for a year when the weather is smooth, no one wants to get close, and naturally no one will know that in the ancestral hall during the day, there are people who dare to dance knives and guns inside.

"In the eyes of many martial artists, battlefield martial arts are all about opening and closing, although they are good at battle formations, they are not subtle means when they catch and kill people. The old man and Wei Changpan sat opposite each other on the futon, and the copper furnace in the ancestral hall could not warm the whole house, and the cold wind flowed coldly, "Besides, if there is no blood, no matter how good the battlefield martial arts are, it is difficult to have evil spirits." ”

"Although I can also experience some fighting on the way, there are not too many lives and deaths, and this bodyguard is not a lot of accidents. ”

"After that day, I was a little afraid to draw my sword. The voice was low, and Wei Changpan seemed to be telling, "But the knife is not around, and it is not steady, so when you sleep, you should also put it in a place where you can reach it..."

"Everyone has a well in their heart, and at the bottom of the well hides their most feared ghost, and the more you fear, the more the ghost in the well will raise its head, until it reaches the mouth of the well, and your fear will completely swallow you. The old man whispered, "These are things that can only be understood by you, and no one else can teach them anyway." ”

"Ghost things, after all, can't be said. ”

The old man patted his knees, his empty sleeves and trouser legs swaying there, "An arm and a half leg, in recent years, in addition to ghosts, this is not an easy price, you are still young, there is still room for redemption, okay, go and wipe those tablets, be careful, many of those people have also been heroes." ”

Wei Changpan was stunned, "I still do the work of sprinkling and sweeping the ancestral hall..."

"The men of Lutai and Songfeng Mountain are still looking for people who have not cleaned you up, perhaps those black-clad assassins have arrived in the city. The old man's words are not unreasonable, "Many of them are good at concealment, and they look like the common people in the market on weekdays, and they often kill people quietly and then leave calmly, and those two swords and servants in the government can't see the flaws in any way." ”

"Stay in the ancestral hall. The old man closed his eyes and rested, "Yan Chao will come every half a decade to instruct you on your knife skills, your knife is not the inheritance of the Zhang family, and I can't teach you, don't forget to make a pot of tea." ”

When Wei Changpan came back with steaming tea, the old man was already asleep, like a tired person who had been waiting for a long time.

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"The knife skills on the battlefield are not a wild slash! The knife must be fast! But your return knife must be faster! Since ancient times, there are not a few swordsmen who have been indomitable in their swords, but how can they live for a long time!" The burly old man with white beard and white hair avoided sideways and taught Wei Changpan, who was trying his best to swing the knife, "This kind of swinging is a big taboo! It takes nine points of strength to make a move, and if you leave one point of strength to retract the knife, that is a flaw!"

Song Yanchao slapped the middle of the blade of the long knife in Wei Changpan's hand with a palm, and his long knife took off his hand and fell to the ground in a whirlwind, making a sound of gold and stone striking.

This blow flew away the knife in Wei Changpan's hand and bruised his wrist, but the head of the Wuhe dart game did not have the slightest pity, "It's too slow!

Wei Changpan half-knelt on the newly paved brick floor, his chest rising and falling violently, and his wheezing sound was as loud as a bellows.

A deep sense of powerlessness came up, every time he took out the knife, he had exhausted all his current ability, but it still didn't help, the burly head of the dart was as light as a cat for a moment, and he could always dodge his blade in the slightest, and then flicked the back of his knife with his index finger, the force was not great, but it was in the same position every time, like a kind of shame that gradually accumulated and became thicker, making Wei Changpan's knife swinging action also messy.

"You have to harness the knife well, not let it control you. Song Yanchao picked up the long knife and threw it in front of Wei Changpan, who was still gasping, "Come again!"

For a whole hour, Wei Changpan took out the knife, and the white-bearded and white-haired Song Yanchao took the move, just like Li Qing in the black shop on the cross slope of the big tree, it was almost a cat's means of teasing the mouse, and the iron-beaten man did not have such physical strength, and the knife in his hand became heavier and heavier, and he became more and more clumsy when he wielded it.

The knife was empty, Wei Changpan couldn't control his body anymore, and he couldn't fight on the ground.

"That's all for today, fast, accurate, and stable are not occupied, and this martial artist is quite strong. Wu He dart head stepped out of the threshold of the ancestral hall and left such a sentence, and the exhausted Wei Changpan lay on the ground on all fours, recalling the test just now in his mind.

Every knife seemed to be slashed into the air when it was about to slash at a person, and sometimes he was also shocked by the whistling wind brought by the force of the knife, but he still couldn't even really touch Song Yanchao's hair.

"Yan Chao's martial arts realm is not something you can touch now, he can bear to try his hand with you, half of it is the face of the old man, and the other half is to see that you can barely get by, otherwise let him be a lazy person, to say the least, he will have to spend a few hundred taels of silver to buy a jar of good wine, set a table of good dishes, and serve thoughtfully. The old man surnamed Zhang, who witnessed the whole process on the side, was rarely relieved, and Wei Changpan said.

Wei Changpan's heart felt a little warmer, and he heard the old man say, "But when I was your age, I didn't say that there were back and forth, at least I wouldn't be embarrassed like this..."

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After being silent for a long time, the old man didn't hear his rebuttal, so he was a little puzzled, and at this time, the people on the ground said calmly, "Yes, if my talent is a little higher, the martial arts can enter the realm a little faster, and I can absorb more of the medicinal power of the master and master to prepare the heavenly treasures, even if I can't change the outcome of the battle of Songfeng Mountain, I can die with those two." ”

"A generation has a generation's business, it is a matter of course for the elders of the division to die in battle, the blood of these people has been exchanged for your life, before you have the ability to take revenge, don't easily bury your life anywhere. ”

"But so far, I've only opened the second hole after three floors. Wei Changpan got up from the ground, a little excited, "Such a slow entry, you have to wait until the Year of the Monkey to go up to the next level!"

He sat down again, hugged his knees, and buried half of his face between his knees, "I'm just afraid that when I have the ability to take revenge, the person who wants to seek revenge will die a long time ago..."

The old man finally realized where Wei Changpan's heart knot was, "If you can live longer than those wicked people, it can also be regarded as revenge...."

"But senior, the late righteousness, is that still righteousness? The damned person is still alive and well, just because the revenge person is not ready, so he dies comfortably on the sickbed..."Wei Changpan suddenly raised his head and asked, "Can this kind of revenge really be regarded as revenge?"

"What exactly do you want to ask? ”

"Senior!" Wei Changpan got up solemnly and waved to the old man, "Is there anyone who can improve the martial arts realm in a very short period of time..."

The old man who was still listening to Wei Changpan's words in the last moment had already flashed in front of Wei Changpan in the next instant, and slapped Wei Changpan to lie on his side on the ground, half of his face was sore, and he didn't know if he had lost a whole row of teeth.

"You've gone astray. The wooden stick of the old man's broken leg stepped on a hole next to Wei Changpan's waist, and he arched his back like a shrimp in pain, "If you have such a thought, not only will the Wuhe Dart Bureau not tolerate you, but the old man will personally hunt you down to the ends of the earth." ”

"Maybe it's your revenge. Letting go of the wooden stick that was stepping on that hole, Wei Changpan was able to breathe his breath and gasp violently on the ground, "But child, the martial arts realm is not something that can be achieved overnight, just like the grain that is planted in spring and harvested in autumn every year, and the result of seedlings is raised, you should not be unclear." ”

"Every kind of exercise that can improve the realm of martial arts in a short period of time is an evil skill, and it is indeed immediate to make a profit by plundering other people's things, but after a long time, other people's things are still other people's things in the final analysis. The old man walked back to the Taishi chair and sat down with a staggering step, and sighed, "After revenge, people have to live,"

In the prison of Qishan County, the cannibalistic man Zhang Liu can be called Wei Changpan's fellow uncle, and the exercises he practiced are also inferior to cannibalistic flesh and blood in the evil exercises, and the sudden burst of power can even shake the mountain lance in Zhang Wu's hand with his bare hands, although he finally cleared the portal for Zhang Wu, but he can fight for so long with Zhang Wu, who is at the bottleneck between the five and six floors and holds a blade, and is the first person to put Wei Changpan on the line of life and death, which is naturally unforgettable.

After revenge, people naturally want to live, but they can't even take revenge, so what if they live?

On that day, on the island in the middle of the lake, when Qian Erye's soul came back to see him, it was destined that Wei Changpan would not expose the matter so easily, and the owner with the terrible face with the arrow wound was in Wei Changpan's opinion, just like the master who fulfilled his promise and led him back to Qingshan County with a horse, he was the best person in the world.

According to the law of Dayao, it is natural and righteous to kill people for their lives, but if even the cavalry under the Jiangzhou general is killing people, then how should he go to seek justice from the Jiangzhou government? Go to beat the drum and cry out for grievances? I am afraid that in less than an hour, the disciples of Songfeng Mountain have already surrounded him in three layers inside and three layers outside, don't forget the name of the bandits, any one of the people of Jiangzhou who reports the news of the bandits to the government can be rewarded with five taels of silver, too many people are willing to do this.

Can he only wait for Gao Xu to die of old age in the position of the co-lord of Jiangzhou rivers and lakes, and pray that the assassins of the Deer Cutting Platform who attacked and killed the dart game will die in the process of assassination?

The righteousness that came late is no longer righteousness, but since the wood is already in the boat, all he can do is to do his best to make this righteousness come faster, faster.