Boom!

In the city of rejecting mountains, Song Zhan lay in the teleportation array in a large font.

The strange posture made the soldiers guarding the teleportation array a little puzzled.

Song Zhan got up, patted the dust off his body, and greeted the soldiers with a smile.

After a routine inspection and a routine salute, Song Zhan walked out of the teleportation array.

Smacking his lips, Song Zhan recalled the exhilarating feeling of letting go of himself just now.

Why don't you try a higher mountain next time?

Thinking about this question in his mind, Song Zhan walked into the lounge and clicked offline.

The early morning sun shines on the ground through the screen windows, casting a faint dappled shadow.

Song Zhan took off his helmet, breathed in the slightly turbid air, and began his training plan for the day.

A whole month has passed since he started playing Shenwu Ji, and he has been exercising for twenty-eight days.

At this time, Song Zhan's original fat figure due to sitting for a long time has long disappeared, replaced by a well-defined muscle, with his sunny and handsome face, he can already apply for a position that eats by his face, and may still be a strong competitor for the top brand.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Song Zhan, who had finished running, had a hearty breakfast at the breakfast restaurant he usually ates.

Then I returned home, rinsed briefly, and opened the browser of my phone.

He has nothing to do during the day, he always exercises on his own, and it is not a long-term solution after all, so he wants to find an authentic martial arts hall to learn something.

But he has visited several districts in Nancheng recently, and he has not found a more authentic martial arts hall, which is basically mostly selling dog meat on the head of a sheep.

The only one I came across was a fencing gym.

Song Zhande admitted that after being influenced by the Internet, he was no longer able to face this word.

Nancheng is a provincial capital, generally speaking, in addition to normal clothing, food, housing and transportation, if you want to learn some more advanced skills or get some more advanced entertainment projects, there will always be a place.

Song Zhan expanded the scope of his search, looked at the comments of netizens, and shook his head.

When I was disappointed, a martial arts hall with "Eight Gates Golden Lock Knife" came into view, and looking at the location, it should be in the western suburbs of Nancheng.

Eight doors of gold lock knife?

Although this is not particularly southern, but it is also a southern-central city, Song Zhan carefully checked, and found that the eight-door golden lock knife is mainly popular in the north.

That's a little weird.

Is this Eight Golden Lock Knife Pavilion the same as before, selling dog meat with a sheep's head, making a gimmick, a foreign monk chanting scriptures, or an authentic Chinese knife technique?

Just check it out.

After looking at the distance and taking a taxi for half an hour, Song Zhan didn't delay anymore and made an appointment directly.

Tsk, it's still a little inconvenient.

"Handsome guy, go straight ahead and turn right to get there, it's not easy to turn around here, I'll send it here."

Half an hour, Song Zhan arrived near his destination.

The western suburbs are areas that have only been planned and developed in recent years, and there are significantly fewer people on the streets, and some fields have begun to appear on both sides of the road, growing vegetables and fruits.

According to the guidance of the driver's master, Song Zhan found this eight-door Golden Lock Knife Technique Museum in an undeveloped vacant land.

The signboard of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Knife Pavilion hangs on a courtyard-style gate, the gate is black and shiny, the interface is still glazed with pulp, and the walls are mottled and peeling.

It looks like it's not a small area, and it's been a few years old.

The door was hidden, Song Zhan knocked a few times, and when he saw that no one opened the door, he pushed the door and walked in.

Similar to the outside, the houses around the courtyard have a sense of old age, and in the center of the whole courtyard is a huge, flat and smooth concrete floor that is even a little reflective.

A circle of red brick fences that only reached the height of Song Zhan's chest enclosed this piece of land.

There is also a wooden plaque hanging on the wall facing the gate, and the workmanship is exquisite.

The square brown-bottomed wood is polished and shiny, and the five words of "Eight Doors Golden Lock Knife" are divided into three points and painted with gold paint, which looks quite sharp.

Looking over the low red brick wall, Song Zhan saw that there were five students wearing practice uniforms and holding wooden knives, wielding them.

And next to it, on a recliner, a middle-aged man about fifty years old was lying on his back, his eyes half-squinted, watching the five students exercise.

When Song Zhan's gaze fell on him, the man also turned his head to look over.

Like a blind man, his eyes are dull.

It's just that inexplicably, Song Zhan felt that some pressure fell on him.

Although the middle-aged man was blinded and still lying on the chaise longue, he looked at the large skeleton, the body was sturdy, the hands in front of the abdomen were covered with calluses, and he was wearing the usual gray short sleeves and a pair of casual trousers.

He stared at Song Zhan with blank eyes for a while, then got up from the recliner and walked over, through the low red brick wall, and asked in an indifferent voice, "Young offspring, what are you doing?" ”

"Take a look." Song Zhan's eyes moved away from the middle-aged man's body, stared at the academy where he was practicing, and said slowly: "I heard that this is a sword art hall, so come and have a look." ”

The middle-aged man's face did not fluctuate, his face was wooden, and he turned away: "Look at it casually." ”

At this time, the students in the audience also saw Song Zhan, as if in order to show the general, the two students held wooden knives and practiced against each other.

Although it was only a wooden knife, the movements between the two were clean and neat, and the knife was quite powerful.

After watching the two practice against each other for a while, Song Zhan dared to conclude that there was indeed something in this sword hall.

After all, he has been wielding a knife in the game for more than a month, and even if he has not received very formal training, he still understands some basic moves.

Not to mention that he still trains and learns by himself every day, I dare not say that it is very effective, but at least his eyesight is trained.

What he exercises is physical strength and how to exert force, and these basic concepts also exist in weapons.

The strength of the knife swing, the "skill" when the knife is closed, these things can also be seen in Song Zhan, and the two students who practice against each other do have a bit of foundation.

Song Zhan walked around the wall, walked to the middle-aged man's side and asked, "Are you the owner of this sword art hall, uncle?" ”

"Well," the middle-aged man still had that cold tone, looked Song Zhan up and down for a while with half-squinted eyes, and said, "You seem to have a bit of a foundation." ”

"Well, I've been thinking about it for more than a month."

"More than a month?" The middle-aged man's eyes finally opened, and his originally indifferent face was like a calm lake, and a leaf fell, setting off a wave.

"Yes," Song Zhan nodded.

"That's right...... So you're here to verify what you've learned? The middle-aged man asked weakly.

"Actually, I came here to learn some swordsmanship," Song Zhan looked at the other party and asked tentatively, "You teach very well, how much is the tuition?" ”

"Fifty thousand!"

"How much!" Song Zhan suspected that he had misheard.

"Fifty thousand," the middle-aged man's voice was straightforward, without any room for bargaining, and continued: "Bao Church's basic routines, even the most stupid people will teach until the meeting." ”

Song Zhan had a headache: "Then your price is too exaggerated, and your place is relatively remote and inconvenient." ”