After dinner, Zuo Qian, who knew how to use a knife, took the knife to the center of the courtyard and began to practice according to the knife memory in his mind.

I saw that Zuo Qian held a night battle Bafang Tibetan knife style, and began to practice the soul chasing knife technique.

At the beginning, Zuo Qian found that no matter how he practiced, he felt a little awkward, and then he thought that it might be because of the mental method, so he practiced a set of soul chasing knives to become famous.

There are not many ways to chase the soul sword, but what will be done is a fast, ruthless, and accurate, as the saying goes, the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable.

I saw Zuo Qian, who was flying up and down in the courtyard, bringing up pieces of fallen leaves from time to time, was completely immersed in the realm of practicing knives, and Chen Mianmian, who was watching from the side, also felt very strange, he didn't say that he hadn't heard of Zuo Qian's knife practice, let alone seen him, and he didn't see any master or anything like that, let alone Zuo Qian's father, plus his father himself used a gun, even if he could use a knife, it was impossible to teach Zuo Qian the knife technique he was practicing now.

Although he had a stomach full of questions, Chen Mianmian hadn't asked Zuo Qian, according to his own words, everyone has their own secrets.

At the beginning, when I heard Zuo Qian say that he wanted to practice knives, Chen Mianmian thought that Zuo Qian wanted to learn knives by himself, but now, Chen Mianmian can see that people want to practice their own knives, which makes Chen Mianmian a little depressed.

I don't know how long it took, I saw that it was already the Jade Rabbit Dongsheng at this time, Zuo Qian stopped, only to see Zuo Qian standing in the courtyard with a slow head and sweating profusely, slowly exhaling the turbidity in his chest, and then walked towards Chen Mianmian.

"Uncle Chen, what do you think of my knife technique?" Zuo Qian asked Chen Mianmian very respectfully. How can I say that Chen Mianmian is also a person who eats with a knife, and his kung fu in this life is on that knife, so he is much better than his junior brother.

Chen Mianmian groaned slightly, "I have observed, your knife technique is a fierce and ruthless path, the knife technique is a good knife technique, the problem lies in yourself, if you want to practice your knife technique well, you have to endure more hardships."

"Oh! Then please ask Uncle Chen for advice", Zuo Qian replied very respectfully, now after all, he is begging others, how can this attitude be respectful.

Chen Mianmian: "There is no big waterfall or anything in this place, if you go to those places to practice knives, it is appropriate, but it is not impossible."

Zuo Qianyi heard that there was a door, and asked with bright eyes: "Uncle Chen, don't go around in circles, please talk about it with your old man."

"It's not very difficult to do, first replace the knife with an iron rod or something similar to a knife that is several times heavier than itself, first get used to it, and then carry a weight on the handle, and then get used to the whole body weight, and then increase the weight, if you can do what I said well, and can use a large iron rod that weighs several times like a goose knife, it means that you are getting started."

"This is just the beginning?" Zuo Qian listened to Chen Mianmian's large section of methods, and thought that this was the end, but he didn't expect it to be the beginning.

"Of course, in the subtle knife technique is also only a knife technique, now you can only say that it is called a knife technique, not a knife technique, when you can enter the law from the technique, it proves that your knife technique is considered to be a hall, but not only the knife technique, other martial arts are the same, if you can go from the law to the Tao, then you don't need a fixed move"

Hearing Chen Mianmian's series of statements, he could be regarded as opening a window for himself, but he didn't expect the doorway to be so deep, Zuo Qian thought secretly in his heart.

"Uncle Chen, can you think of the three martial arts realms you said in this way: looking at the mountain is a mountain, looking at the mountain is not a mountain, looking at the mountain is still a mountain?" Zuo Qian asked with the remarks of the rotten street in his previous life.

Chen Mianmian listened to Zuo Qian's words, and his heart was also a little inexplicably restless, he didn't expect this beginner on the kung fu road to be able to say such incisive remarks, it seems that he is really old, if Chen Mianmian's heart wants to be known by the people of Daming, he may be laughed out of his big teeth, which is something that even a three-year-old naughty boy knows in Daming, and it has become an incisive remark here.

"Well, it's almost the same as what you said, see the image, understand the image, see the image clearly", although Chen Mianmian can't say Zuo Qian's remarks, but he is also a great master.

"Okay, Zuo boy, let's not be busy discussing these today, let's arrange tomorrow's things first" Chen Mianmian's conversion speed made Zuo Qian a little unacceptable, the last sentence was still talking about martial arts, how could he start talking about tomorrow's trivial matters in the next moment.

"I think I'll find someone to renovate this city lord's mansion first, and then find two maids and old mothers, otherwise I'm really a little shabby", Zuo Qian is not only willing to work the way to practice, but he is a lazy person in his usual life, and he belongs to the kind of person who wants to sit when he stands and wants to lie down when he sits.

Chen Mianmian thought about it, "Well, no matter how you say it, you can't also be the earl of Your Majesty, and you are also the nominal emperor of the soil here, so you can't be too cheap", if another person says this, it sounds definitely very humorous, but Chen Mianmian will change its flavor when he says it, it seems that Lao Chen really has no humor cells.

After the two finished speaking, they came to Zuo Qian's cleaned house to rest, Zuo Qian is not particular about the residence, as long as there is a tile to cover his head, and Chen Mianmian is even less particular, when he was marching and fighting in the past, he was used to sleeping in the open air, and he was not particular about where he lived.

In addition, the two of them don't need to sleep or anything like that, as long as they meditate and practice for one night, the effect is better than sleeping at night.

There was nothing to say all night, and in the early morning of the second day, after Zuo Qian practiced a knife technique and played a set of long punches, he washed up, and then went to the kitchen to eat breakfast made by Chen Mianmian.

Zuo Qian, who had eaten breakfast, came out of the kitchen and happened to see Chen Mianmian writing something on a tattered table that he found out of nowhere.

Don't look at Chen Mianmian's martial arts so high, but the writing is really not flattering, Zuo Qian, who was standing on the side, shook his head and walked next to Chen Mianmian.

"Uncle Chen, I'll come!" When Zuo Qian was a brocade guard, although he hated those sour Confucians, he still had a handful of words.

Chen Mianmian looked at Zuo Qian, his eyes were full of questions, but he still handed the pen to Zuo Qian, and by the way, he also took down the rice paper full of earthworms on the table, and then crumpled it into a lump and threw it away.

When he was about to write with a pen, Zuo Qian didn't know what to write, so he asked, "Uncle Chen, what is this to write?"

"Recruitment"

"Who are you going to recruit?"

"That's what you said last night"

"Do you want to recruit a nursing home or something?"

"Yes"

I saw Zuo Qian lift the brush, on the rice paper that was as white as March snow, and began to fly the dragon and the phoenix, and the words were presented on it like a jade bead on the plate, this time it brought a surprise to Chen Mianmian, but when there were many surprises, it would be regarded as natural and habitual.

There's a good saying: a habit is really not a good habit.

Zuo Qianyi Lian wrote two pieces of rice paper, one was written about the necessary personnel lacking in the signboard city lord's mansion, and the other was written about the signboard craftsmen, and these prices were very high, and after writing, he also stamped the official seal of Cangshunbo and the official seal of the city lord's mansion on it, so that people knew who the real leader of this Heishuibei was.

Zuo Qian handed the written notice to Chen Mianmian and asked Chen Mianmian to go outside to paste it.

When Chen Mianmian put up the notice, he walked back, and on the way back, he bought a new table and two chairs.

After returning to the City Lord's Mansion, Chen Mianmian and Zuo Qian set up the tables and chairs, and then found a pot of tea and put it on the table.

Originally, the two of them were full of confidence and waited there for someone to apply, but they waited for a morning and didn't see anyone coming, which is strange.

"Uncle Chen, you say, we raise the salary so high, and no one comes to the table?"

"Have you forgotten what the old drunkard said yesterday?"

"Nope!"

"That's it, these people must be afraid that we will be killed by those mountain kings again, implicating them"

"Well, it seems that we have to have a tough battle, otherwise if we get it, I will have no prestige."

While the two were talking, a man ran from the opposite side of the City Lord's Mansion, a tall and thin man, dressed in clothes sewn from animal skins.

When the man walked in front of the two, he first looked at the two, but he didn't see anything to be afraid of, and looked at Zuo Qian and Chen Mianmian as if he was watching a joke.

"You're the new officer?"

Listening to the man's words, he asked with disdain in his tone.

"Exactly," Zuo Qian replied.

"Run, or you'll die!"