"Sir, do you know how to use a knife?"

In the depths of the bamboo forest, Gu Yuan looked at Zhong Wuchen who was chopping bamboo, stretched his neck and asked.

"With a knife?" Zhong Wuchen raised his head, thought about it, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It should be." ”

"Should?"

Gu Yuan chewed these two words, why did he feel a little unreliable?

Zhong Wuchen smiled and said, "I haven't studied it seriously, but it's not a knife!" As long as it's a weapon, it's all the same, what, you want to be a swordsman? ”

Gu Yuan scratched his head.

"I didn't have that idea before, but now I suddenly have a knife."

After saying that, he had already taken out the evil suppression knife from the hidden heavenly jade.

Seeing the evil suppression knife, Zhong Wuchen's face also showed a look of surprise.

"Huh?"

He stretched out his hand, and Gu Yuan naturally handed the knife over.

After weighing it carefully, he poured it from his left hand to his right hand, stretched out two more fingers, and lightly tapped the blade, Zhong Wuchen nodded, and threw the knife back to Gu Yuan.

"It's a good knife."

Gu Yuan naturally knew.

But he said, "But it's a pity to use it for you." ”

That's a bit of a heartache.

However, Gu Yuan was still powerless to refute.

After all, even he thinks so himself.

"Stand up." Zhong Wuchen said.

Gu Yuan subconsciously got up.

"Raise your arms flat, hold the knife tightly, and lift it for half an hour first." Zhong Wuchen sat on the chair, picked up the teapot next to him, and took a sip.

Gu Yuan somewhat understood.

"Shall we get started?"

"Well, from today onwards, raise a knife for two hours a day, and as for how you allocate the time, that's your freedom." Zhong Wuchen said.

Gu Yuan raised his arm and raised the knife in his hand.

Parallel to the ground.

At first, there was nothing special about it, but just after ten minutes, Gu Yuan's arm trembled slightly.

This evil sword must weigh nearly ten catties.

I don't feel anything when I weigh this weight, but I feel very heavy when I wield it, common swords, the weight is generally about one kilogram, if it is a combat knife, most of them will not exceed two kilograms.

In chivalrous novels, a sword may weigh more than 100 pounds.

Mythological novels are even more direct to thousands of pounds.

And the weight of the evil suppression knife is less than five kilograms, it is no longer something that ordinary people can grasp, even if he is a strong man, he has to hold the knife in both hands, and his arms will ache after a few swings.

Although Gu Yuan is already extraordinary, and his body has been washed and transformed, he has been holding the knife in his hand, and his arm is also very sore, just like squatting on a horse.

If the horse squats for a long time, its legs will tremble, sweat, and pant for breath. The same goes for lifting a knife, the weight keeps falling, and the arm has to keep exerting force to keep the knife parallel to the ground.

At first, Gu Yuan didn't expect that this would be a manual job!

Zhong Wuchen clapped his hands, stood up, walked in front of Gu Yuan, looked at the trembling knife, and laughed.

"Hold on, it's half an hour away, but it's still early."

Gu Yuan gritted his teeth and nodded.

"By the way, don't use the Yuan Qi in your body." Zhong Wuchen reminded again.

When Gu Yuan heard this, his mentality almost collapsed.

Can't even use Yuan Qi?

It's all in the flesh!

However, Zhong Wuchen's words, Gu Yuan still had to listen.

After explaining this, Zhong Wuchen went to work on his own affairs.

Gu Yuan was left, still standing in the courtyard, holding a knife.

Not much.

The body is covered with sweat, especially in this hot summer, sweat acts like a glue, keeping the clothes on the body close to the skin.

If he walked a few steps on the concrete floor at this time, he would probably leave wet footprints.

At this moment, someone suddenly walked over.

It's Zhou Zhen.

"Yo! What is this for? Zhou Zhen laughed.

Gu Yuan glanced at him and took a breath.

"Learning ...... Knife"

"Then study hard." Zhou Zhen sat on the small bench and said, "I came with good news." ”

Gu Yuan didn't want to speak, so he asked directly with his eyes.

At this time, one more word will give you one less breath.

"I've already said hello to Dean Ji, next, the others are training in the martial arts field, you don't need to participate, just follow Mr. Zhong to practice the sword well."

After speaking, he raised his head and looked at Gu Yuan, who was sweating, and he smacked his mouth: "Originally, I thought this was good news for you, but now it seems that ...... Woe and blessing rely on, and blessing and misfortune lurk. ”

Gu Yuan's face was bitter.

Anyway, everywhere is being drilled.

It doesn't seem to make a difference!

After sitting for a while, Zhou Zhen got up and left.

When half an hour had passed, the knife in Gu Yuan's hand couldn't hold it anymore and fell directly to the ground.

He sat on the ground, his chest heaving and panting.

Zhong Wuchen walked out of the room, glanced at Gu Yuan, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I thought you would be lazy while I wasn't there." ”

Gu Yuan smiled bitterly.

Now he has reached the point where he can't speak.

As for being lazy, Gu Yuan really hadn't thought about it.

Now that you have decided to learn knives, you naturally have to be more serious.

After all, learning a knife is not for others, but for yourself.

Only when you are strong and face monsters, can you rely on them.

Zhong Wuchen handed over a small bamboo jar, Gu Yuan took it, and drank it cleanly.

With a wipe of his mouth, Gu Yuan got up.

"Sir, I'll have to raise my sword, right?"

"Are you still holding it up?" Zhong Wuchen asked.

Gu Yuan: "......"

What is this called!

Why can't I lift it myself!

But looking at the arm that is still trembling at the moment, I really can't say the words of arrogance.

Man.

When you are too tired, don't lift it, don't be ashamed......

Immediately, Zhong Wuchen threw over pieces of bamboo boards.

Gu Yuan looked at him puzzled.

"Sir, what is this?"

"Use your knife to engrave the words on the bamboo slices, and the handwriting will be correct."

Gu Yuan looked at his two arms that were still trembling, and couldn't believe his ears.

Holding a knife to engrave words on bamboo pieces is a technical job.

What's more, it's still in this state!

"Write fifty words first, remember, be neat." Zhong Wuchen wrote lightly.

"That'...... What to write? One two three four? ”

"......" Zhong Wuchen thought for a while, "What do I say, what do you write." ”

Gu Yuan had no choice but to nod.

He gripped the knife in his hand with difficulty, and fixed the bamboo piece with his foot, and before he could start writing, the tip of the knife had begun to shake.

Zhong Wuchen sat on a chair made of bamboo and cleared his throat.

"Always walk alone, Sang Shu urn, yoke Xuan."

Gu Yuan: "......"

"See what I'm doing? Write it! "Zhong Wuchen doesn't have a good airway.

Gu Yuan gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his chin and falling into the soil.

As soon as I wrote down the pen, my arm shook, and the tip of the knife detached from the set course.

He gritted his teeth and continued to drop the knife.

Seeing that the word "foot" was about to be written, the last stroke slid off the bamboo piece.

Gu Yuan took a deep breath, calmed down, and replaced a piece of bamboo.

"Don't worry, I don't have much here, just a lot of bamboo." Zhong Wuchen was not joking, he was talking while chopping bamboo with the axe in his hand.

The intimate Xiao Ai ordered another song for Gu Yuan.

"On success or failure, life is heroic, it's a big deal to start all over again......"