"The food was brought in by the personal mother-in-law, and we also secretly asked the mother-in-law, but they were strict-mouthed, and if they didn't say it, they didn't say it, and they warned us not to spread it."

"Is it so rare?"

"That's it. People are so expensive that they can't even bask in the sun. Like us, the wind comes and the rain goes."

The other peasant woman sighed, "Actually, we're okay. The things that grow in our village are sold to the Li family in the south, and the market is not worried, and you can still eat a full meal in this famine year. Look at the rest of the village, the people are running out."

Aunt Liu sizzled, "That lady shouldn't be from the Li family, right?" You see the village chief offering her like an ancestor."

The two chatted for a few words, and suddenly felt a tick on their heads, and when they looked up, dark clouds and rain pressed over.

The weather in the mountains is like a child's face, and it is not good to say how many times a day changes, so the two have to hastily pack up their things and rush home.

Before they had walked a few steps, dozens of horsemen rushed on the mountain road, and the knight led by him approached and looked down at them: "Two aunts, how to get to Benlei Village?"

The companion opened his mouth to answer, but Aunt Liu pulled her and said vigilantly, "Who are you?"

The knight took out his waist card and shook it in front of the two: "Xiazhou Mansion is on an errand, please be sure to cooperate."

There was a faint glow on the waist card. Although Aunt Liu and her two are illiterate, they heard that the officials have a practical and shining treasure called the Sheji Order.

The knight took out the waist card, with a terrifying majesty.

Aunt Liu saw that these more than 30 horsemen were fully armed, and her heart was empty, so she had to stretch out her hand to the west and point, "Walk a mile along the way."

The knight whistled, and more than thirty people galloped west. At this time, the heavy rain came.

Aunt Liu and the two hugged the raccoon bucket, shrunk their heads, and hurried home with mud and water. The two of them were surprisingly quiet, not cursing as usual.

What are you going to do in Benlei Village? Is it really just a business trip? In a few breaths, the storm hit people so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.

They had to go slower and slower.

When the two finally returned to the entrance of the village, they saw that the group of knights were coming, and they seemed to have finished their errands and planned to leave Benlei Village.

Unlike before, there was an extra carriage in the ranks. The chariot was surrounded by knights, like an escort and an escort.

Despite the heavy rain, the villagers also gathered around to see the excitement. Aunt Liu saw the most people in the village chief's house, and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's really here to find the village chief!"

Everyone in Benlei Village knew each other, and she casually pulled a farmer who was watching the excitement: "Brother Li, what's wrong with the village chief's house?"

"It seems that an official messenger came, and took away a few people from the village chief's house, saying that they were secretly hiding important criminals!" "Criminal? What could it be?" Aunt Liu immediately remembered the so-called noblewoman.

Another villager on the side said, "It looks like there's a dead man inside! I just saw blood on the ground!" Aunt Liu exclaimed, "Is there a dead person in the village chief's family?"

"I don't think it's from the village chief's family.....

But word spread, and soon it became: many people died in the village chief's family.

...···

On the front line of the two armies, it was also pouring rain.

The usually noisy barracks were quiet, everyone hid in tents, and only the guards on duty bowed their heads and pestles outside the tents and on the sentry towers.

The snitches pay attention to stealing the wind and not the moon, stealing the rain and not stealing the snow, in fact, the army is the same for surprise attacks. This kind of stormy weather is conducive to the opponent taking advantage of the situation to cover the attack, and he has to guard against it.

So the kite army actually tensed his nerves and was on guard.

The waves of the Han River began to frenzy in the afternoon, and the soldiers were cautious to stay away from the shoreline, fearing that the river bank would suddenly collapse.

Only He Dashao, who is not immortal, saw the water level rising and the waves surging, and with a long laugh, he raised his knife and went into the water.

This can scare everyone a lot, the garrison soldiers rushed to report, Zhao Pan was afraid that the beloved son of Chief He would die in his camp, so he quickly sent someone to inform him.

He Chunhua also took the case, ready to bring this son back and scold him well. Fortunately, at this time, Shan Youjun came back to explain, saying that Da Shao was about to break through and needed to go down to the river to practice knife skills.

What kind of knife technique can't be practiced on the shore and on the big flat ground, but you have to go to the water where the waves are strong? "He's really? What kind of sword technique did he practice?"

Shan Youjun replied, "Da Shao said, it really can't be true, he is practicing the Bolang Knife."

He Chunhua thought for a moment and sat down slowly: "You go and stare at him. If there's something I have to ask, you're the only one who asks!"

"The young man has a rope around his waist." Shan Youjun smiled, "If he is washed away, we can drag him ashore." He Chunhua was helpless and agreed.

When Zhao Pan heard that this was the result, he shook his head secretly.

This manager He is shrewd and has a good brain, how can he be so indulgent to his son? Forget it, anyway, I have fulfilled my obligation to remind, and I don't care about the future.

Seeing the turbulent water, He Lingchuan took off his shirt, grabbed the floating knife and went into the water. He was not brainless, but he still found a hard rock to stand on.

What is the name of the knife technique he practiced? Wave slash.

This knife technique, he practiced hard for several months in reality + dream, and made great progress in the words fast, steady, and accurate. This is because the Lang Chop itself can be combined with the Yan Hui Body Method he practiced, and it can be turned into a Hui Yan Chop.

How light the swallow is, how swift his knife can be.

However, he couldn't study the continuous, majestic and majestic spirit in the sword technique.

After all, this knife technique is called "wave slash", and if you don't have a wave, you still want to chop, so the effect of the practice will definitely be reduced. He Lingchuan also brought a knife into the big lake of the Panlong Dream Realm and tried it, the water was deep enough, but when he tried it, he thought it was not wave enough, and it was freezing to death.

Now that there is this God-given opportunity, how can he not cherish it?

The force of the water is getting stronger and stronger. The first few dozen swings of the knife to split the water, not only did it have no effect, but he was also taken crookedly, his feet slipped, and he didn't know how much water he ate.

The guards above point and point, all fools under the joke.

But gradually, He Lingchuan didn't stumble so much, although the stones under his feet were washed smooth and slippery. The true power that is usually raised in the dantian works efficiently, sinking into his feet, making his hem as solid as a rock. Then, he swung his knife more and more slowly.

Slow, can be stable; Slow is the only way to be coherent. Slowly, the blade is subjected to stronger momentum.

As the water swirled past him, He Lingchuan began to think about the few shots that Xiao Maoliang and Xiao led against the giant Mengshan in the Yueqing River Valley, and he was really like thunder and indomitable.

There is also Nian Songyu, who is possessed by the gods, fighting Heijiao in the Panlong Fantasy Realm, and the knife technique is also wide open and closed, domineering and leaking.

And when he silently recites the mantra of the waves, he has to carefully experience the ups and downs of the water waves with the help of the environment, which are invisible, and powerful.

One after another yellow waves hit, He Lingchuan had never felt the pain of being pushed, squeezed, and torn in all directions.

This may also be the essence of Lang Slash: the use of "force".

When he was resolute and unremitting, he slashed the sixty-seventh sword, and the oncoming waves in front of him seemed to stagnate slightly, and the momentum on him was greatly reduced.

However, Shan Youjun above had already pointed to the west and shouted, "The owner is coming up, the huge wave is coming!" Immediately afterwards, a wave hit He Lingchuan's head, and it was already topless.

Poof, he took a saliva, put away the knife and pulled the rope. I'm here to practice knives, not to really throw myself into the river. All the guards on the shore dragged him up.

He Lingchuan was drenched, and as soon as he shook his head, a wave swept across the riverbank, burying all the stones he had been standing on under the water with a bang.

The wave was so big that everyone hurriedly retreated.

The Han River was originally clear, but the big waves that rushed down from the west carried countless mud, sand, soil and stones, and tree branches, and they were as brave as the Yellow Dragon.

The ground beneath his feet trembled with the force. He Lingchuan used his knife to crutch the ground, silently feeling the fury of the river, and his heart was also surging, as if he resonated.

Water is impermanent, but powerful, just like the sword intent he learned.

The rain flowed down his forehead to his chin, and He Lingchuan pressed the handle of the knife on his waist with his hand, and suddenly slashed forward diagonally. The small tree in front of him was still dancing wildly in the wind, and its branches were swinging, but not a single branch had fallen.

The speed at which he swung the knife was not fast, and his shot was crooked.

Shan Youjun

Before anyone else could say anything, the sentry not far away couldn't help but laugh.

Is this He Dashao a silver spear candle head? The river splits water during the rainstorm, and I have to show it off again, but I don't cut off a single leaf, which is too funny.

I thought it was dangerous and boring to stand guard by the river, but I didn't know that I could still watch a play today. He Lingchuan put the knife into the sheath with a bang, smiled at them, turned around and left.

They walked five or seven feet away, and the two sentries were still laughing and laughing, and then they heard a muffled "click". When they looked back, the ground on the bank, larger than the round table, suddenly cracked, then a ditch, and then the hard mud fell directly into the rushing river.

This piece of ground is about a zhang behind the small tree that He Lingchuan slashed with his knife. The two stopped smiling and looked at each other.

Could it be that He Dashao's sword qi passed through the dancing small trees and cut off the shore behind him?

It didn't rain in one winter, and you can imagine how hard the ground on the waterfront was. How much force it takes to split it. Besides, the hundreds of branches of the small tree are dancing wildly in the wind, and the sword qi can shuttle through it without hurting a single bit?

It's a coincidence, right? It must be.

He Lingchuan didn't bother to care what the two of them thought, after he slashed out the knife due to the situation, his mind was clear, his breath was refreshed, and even his breathing became smoother, and the feeling of stagnation in the water was swept away.

Can you do it again?

It's hard to say, and he doesn't know.

On the occasion of this coincidence, he didn't dare to say that his cultivation and realm had improved, but at least he had broken through the sword intent and made himself more mellow.

The Wave Slash technique has taken a small step forward. Just waiting for him to strengthen and consolidate as soon as possible.

So he made his way back to the tent briskly, playing a little tune as he went.

But when he passed by the big tent of the Chinese army, he seemed to hear an argument inside, including the voice of his father He Chunhua. He Lingchuan didn't think much about it, and was about to plunge into it.

The soldier guarding the tent refused: "Stop, don't enter unless you pass!" He Lingchuan didn't bother to argue with him, so he shouted, "Dad!"

"Chuan'er?" He Chunhua's voice came out, "Come in!"

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