With decades of memories of his previous life, he repeats this trivial life, and all he feels is emptiness and loneliness.

A year ago, when he had just awakened the memories of his past life, he had been excited and looking forward to it, but this feeling was quickly smoothed out by reality.

This world is completely different from the Chinese country in the previous life, with a different world pattern, cultural history, customs and habits, and the degree of scientific and technological development.

The only thing that is the same is that this world is also materialistic, and after living for a year, Meng Xuan has not found any trace of the existence of supernatural forces.

Moreover, it has been proved that without a background of power, no start-up capital, and only relying on his understanding of many ideas and systems in his previous life, he cannot turn a stone into gold.

The biggest effect of past life memories on him is probably to help him become calm enough and slightly improve his academic performance.

Jingle bells! Jingle bells!

With a crisp ringing bell, the Mediterranean math teacher outside the corridor slowly spit out a puff of smoke rings, snuffed out half of the cigarette in his hand, straightened his white shirt, and walked into the classroom.

Day after day lessons, it's starting again.

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At half past five in the afternoon, the bell rang for the end of class.

"How! Meng Xuan! Would you like to go to the Internet café with us? Let me see my flying slash! ”

Liu Yuran invited with great interest.

Meng Xuan glanced at him, knowing that this guy just wanted to show off in front of him, but after experiencing the era of the explosion of games in his previous life, he really didn't have much interest in old games like "Demon Realm".

At the beginning, it was with nostalgic thoughts that I played for a while.

I didn't expect krypton gold to be more serious than in my previous life.

Suddenly I felt bored.

"You guys, I won't go, you know, I signed up for the sword class, and I'm going to practice."

Meng Xuan said to Liu Yuran with a smile.

"Cut, it's boring, what kind of swordsmanship to learn, no matter how high the martial arts are, knock it down with one shot, it's better to play two more games with us when you have time."

Liu Yuran pursed his lips and said disdainfully.

"It's just a daily workout."

Meng Xuan didn't refute either, and said with a calm smile.

In fact, it is true, although the sword skills of several leading martial arts are very strong, and one of them can even accurately hit the erasers thrown by the students from various dead corners, but they have no power that deviates from common sense, let alone internal strength.

It's just that the long-term training has made the body's reflexes very strong, and the physical fitness is stronger than the average person, and theoretically it is also an ordinary person who can be knocked down with one shot.

But even so, Meng Xuan still flocked to it, hoping to be able to get in touch with a different scenery by learning martial arts.

He has always believed that the world is not as simple as it seems.

After all, the memory of one's past life is itself an inexplicable phenomenon.

"Whatever you want, we'll see you tomorrow."

Liu Yuran shrugged his shoulders, he had been at the same table for more than a year, and he also understood Meng Xuan's character, which was as cold as a stone, so he didn't care if he was rejected.

"See you tomorrow."

Meng Xuan said goodbye to Liu Yuran, walked out of the school, got on the bus at the bus stop at the school gate, and took the bus for half an hour to get off in the remote Shahe North District.

After walking for about ten minutes, Meng Xuan arrived at his destination.

Tianhe Sword Museum.

The name of the knife hall is very domineering, but in fact it is just a small restaurant, located in the remote north area, it is transformed from an underground warehouse, with an area of about 200 square meters, there is no air conditioning in summer, it all depends on a few big fans, not to mention how hot.

There is only one advantage of this knife art hall, that is, the price is cheap, and the teaching reputation is not bad.

Two months ago, the martial arts hall gave back a big reward, 1,000 yuan a month, buy a few months and give a few months, and if you are not satisfied halfway, you can get a refund, Meng Xuan smashed the piggy bank that he had saved for the New Year, and spent 2,000 yuan to buy a four-month membership.

There are two swordsmanship classes every week on weekends, and if you need one-on-one private training, you have to charge an additional fee, but you can usually come to the swordsmanship gym at any time, use equipment to train, and when you have time, you will also give you random guidance.

Said that it was a sword hall, Meng Xuan felt that this was more like a fan club, and several leading martial artists were relatively young, and they were quite easy to speak.

Meng Xuan walked into the Sword Technique Hall, fortunately it was winter, and the inside of the Sword Art Hall seemed relatively warm.

It's not the time for classes to start, and it's close to the meal, and as far as the eye can see, there are only a few people in the sword hall of more than 200 square meters.

Two stout young men were bench pressing, and a thin teenager was holding a wooden knife and doing chopping exercises.

There was also a tall young man, sitting on a recliner on the side, reading a book, this person was one of the three leading martial artists of the Sword Art Pavilion, his name was Zhao Chuanwu.

Meng Xuan's arrival attracted the attention of several people in the hall, cast their eyes, and then moved away and continued to do their own things.

Meng Xuan didn't care, put away his schoolbag, took off his school uniform jacket, exposed the sportswear inside, and began to do warm-up exercises.

Squats, push-ups, crunches······

After a round of workouts, Meng Xuan gasped slightly, he had not left behind in physical exercise since a year, and his physical fitness should be considered good among his peers.

After the warm-up, the next step is the real highlight.

Meng Xuan walked to the knife holder and pulled out an iron knife made of metal with a dark body, this knife resembles an ancient Chinese Tang knife, with a single-sided blade, a thin and slightly curved blade, and a sharp tip, suitable for chopping and stabbing, and it is a killing weapon in the ancient battlefield.

Weighing in at five kilograms, this knife is an advanced training knife for chopping and stabbing to build arm strength and core strength.

This knife is not the heaviest, there are 7.5 kg and 10 kg iron knives on the knife holder, it is said that the 10 kg iron knife can only be swung by three Lingwu, and the swing that has not been practiced may be twisted to the waist.

Meng Xuan held the knife and stood up in a basic posture.

What the Tianhe Sword Museum teaches is the ancient sword technique called Chi Kun, in the ancient Chi Nar language, Chi Kun and killing are close to the sound, it is said that this knife art is the evolution of the ancient battlefield killing technique, and it is a real combat knife technique.

Now Meng Xuan is standing on this shelf, his legs are slightly squatting into a horse step, his hands are level with the knife in front of his chest, and his eyes are looking ahead, this is the most basic knife holding style in the Chikun knife technique.

The Chikun sword technique is derived from battlefield combat skills, and there are no flashy moves, on the contrary, the moves are very simple, and there are only a few moves back and forth.

Obstruct! Chop! Stab!

That's what the Chikun Knife Technique is all about.

But there are endless changes, such as chopping, which is divided into oblique chop, horizontal chop, positive chop, progressive chop, leap chop, and so on.

It is even more difficult to practice each style to perfection, to strike every blow at will, and to concentrate the strength of the whole body to explode on the blade.

After practicing for two months, even if Meng Xuan had just started, he only started to practice the iron knife a few days ago.

Whew!

The five-kilogram iron knife was waved by Meng Xuan, which attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

After about ten routines, Meng Xuan was already panting and sweating like rain.

Seeing Meng Xuan's training, Zhao Chuanwu, who was originally reading a book, shook his head, put down the book in his hand, and stood up.