Zhang Chu stepped into the house hungry.

The meal had already been prepared in the courtyard, and it was time for him to come back and start the feast.

"Hall Master. ”

"Hall Master. ”

When he came in, many of the brothers in the courtyard rose up and saluted him.

Zhang Chu waved his hand and walked straight to his seat and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Zhiqiu handed him the bowl of rice.

"Chu'er, what are you busy with in the morning? ”

Zhang sat next to him and asked as he ate.

Zhang Chu pulled two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, and replied while eating: "It's nothing, it was my son who transferred a business outside to Wutong...... In the future, there will be more and more people in this sycamore, and everyone's life will get better and better. ”

Zhang's eyebrows nodded with a smile and said, "That's good!"

Zhang Chu was eating, looked around, and suddenly found that there seemed to be one less person on the table, and after a closer look, he asked, "Where is the dog?"

When many of the brothers at the table heard this, they couldn't help but bury their heads and try their best to pick up the rice.

Da Xiong's eyelids jumped, and he smiled and said, "Oh, Brother Dog, he has something at home, and he's busy." ”

"Oh. ”

Zhang Chu didn't doubt that he had him, so he said casually: "Then you can send a brother later and bring him some food." ”

Big Bear nodded: "Okay." ”

"By the way, Big Bear, how far have you practiced your reckless bullishness?"

"Master Chu, my subordinates have already mastered thirty percent of the blood. ”

"Sancheng, the progress is a little slow, you've been practicing for months...... If you work harder, you will squeak when your blood is exhausted, practice for a few more hours a day, and strive for the first half of the year!"

Da Xiong didn't think there was anything wrong with his words, and nodded vigorously with some shame: "Yes, my subordinates must work harder." ”

All he and Li Gouzi's understanding of martial arts comes from Zhang Chu, and the benchmark for martial arts training is also Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu practiced martial arts for three months to enter the ninth grade, and he practiced martial arts for three months before mastering thirty percent of the blood qi...... Isn't that a bit slow?

He is the ignorant and fearless.

But at the dinner table, there was a knowledgeable person - Fauber.

He has served Liang Chongxiao for more than 20 years, and although he is not a martial artist, he knows very well what martial arts training is all about.

When he heard Zhang Chu's words, his beard curled and he didn't dare to squeak.

After three months of martial arts training, he has mastered thirty percent of his blood, and this progress is still slow?

Those core disciples of the high-ranking lords are just this progress, right?

He didn't squeak, but his face changed, but it attracted Zhang Chu's attention.

Zhang Chu looked at him, his heart suddenly moved, and he asked in a low voice: "Fu Bo, didn't the master leave me anything before his death?

Fu Bo put down his chopsticks and nodded slowly: "Yes, but the old man told the old slave that he would hand it over to you when you were promoted to the eighth rank!"

Is there really one?

Zhang Chu was overjoyed, and immediately nodded: "Then you can give it to me later!"

Da Xiong ate with a rice bowl, and listened to Zhang Chu's words, but he didn't react at all.

Fauber's hand holding the chopsticks trembled violently.

Take it to him?

Did he advance to the eighth rate?

How long has he been practicing martial arts?

It's only half a year!

Half a year into eight products?

Has there ever been such a perverted character on the rivers and lakes?

Sure enough, it is a bit slow to master 30% of blood qi in three months......

......

Had lunch.

Zhang Chu followed Fu Bo to his room.

Fauber's room was full of objects brought from the Liang Mansion.

From the seat to the teapot and the cup, Zhang Chu felt familiar when he looked at it.

He glanced around in silence, and suddenly felt some emotion in his heart.

Some are dead, but he is still alive in the hearts of many.

Fu Bo poured Zhang Chu a cup of tea, asked him to sit down and wait for a while, moved the stepping board in front of the bed, and bent down to pull out a large box from under the bed.

He brushed off the dust deposited on the box and opened it.

Zhang Chu glanced at it, and saw that there were many books inside, as well as a dark green sheathed long knife.

Zhang Chuwang saw the long knife, got up and walked over, and asked, "This knife...... Is it the master's saber?"

Fu Bo picked up the long knife in both hands and handed it to Zhang Chu, "Yes, young master." ”

Zhang Chu silently took the long knife and pulled it out gently.

"...... Sonor"

The long knife was only half a finger out of the sheath, and the sound of Qing Yue's knife had already spread in the house, and a chilling breath like a cold winter wax moon stimulated Zhang Chu to get goosebumps all over his body.

He was horrified.

It's just a dead thing, and it has such a strong murderous aura!

How many people did the little old man kill with this knife back then?

He pulled the long knife out of its scabbard and examined it carefully.

The blade is clear and bright, and there is no trace of rust.

The length of the knife is about three feet five inches, the width of the knife is half a palm, slightly curved, and narrow like a sword...... In terms of shape, it is not very different from the horizontal knife he is using now.

Weigh it again...... The weight was three to four times heavier than his knife, and it was fifteen pounds higher, to say the least.

For the same volume, the higher the density, the greater the mass!

In front of the knife grid, there is a two-word inscription: shocking clouds.

This should be the name of this knife.

He waved it lightly, feeling very handy, and then erected the long knife, stretched out two fingers and wiped along the blade, feeling the cold and murderous feeling of stimulating his skin, and said in a loving voice: "Good knife, good knife!"

"Fauber, can I take this knife?"

People have to die more than people, goods have to be thrown away, before seeing this cloud knife, he has always felt that his horizontal knife is also very good, no matter what, it can be regarded as the best of the knives.

And after seeing this Cloud Shocking Knife, he realized that his horizontal knife was rubbish at all!

If it's really going to be compared.

His horizontal knife is the knife that is punched out of the assembly line.

And Liang Chongxiao's shocking knife is a high-end custom knife cast by a master of knife casting and spending a lot of time and effort!

"These old things are for you...... The old slave has not been handed over to you, because he is afraid that you will see things and think about people. ”

Fauber said.

Zhang Chu was silent for a while, and silently hung the Cloud Shocking Knife on his waist.

He wanted to use this knife to cut off the head of the person who cut off Liang Chongxiao's head to pay tribute to the little old man.

"Found it!"

Fu Bo took out a yellow ancient book from the book and handed it to Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu took it and took a look, and there were three big characters written on the cover: Iron Bone Strength!

He had an impression of this exercise, when he got the "Golden Clothes Gong", when he went to the little old man to verify the authenticity, the little old man once mentioned this skill to him.

This exercise, like the "Golden Clothes Gong", is a special exercise for practicing the marrow of the eight grades.

He put away the exercises, hugged his fists into the sky and said, "Thank you for your kindness." ”

Fauber was also silent.

Zhang Chu put away the exercises, glanced at the big box at Fu Bo's feet, and asked, "The other books in the box are all ......."

"It's not a martial arts cheat!"

Fu Bo broke Zhang Chu's careful thoughts, "It's all idle books that the master used to read, and those martial arts cheats, the master burned them with his own hands, saying that he can't keep them!"

Zhang Chu was not surprised.

It's like a little old man's style.

He's just a little bit of a pity.

I can't learn it, but you told me to let me make my own decisions!

You yourself think that I can't learn, so I will burn it all at once, which is too arbitrary, right?

The parents and elders in this world are really the same, and they all like to make their own decisions to arrange the future path for their children and younger generations......