"That assassin is using fists and feet, and when I look at his steps, it seems that there is a shadow of a yellow bird blowing the sky in it."

Song Shan was stunned for a moment, remembering some of the things that Fang Lechi said to himself a few days ago.

Flying immortals allow two yellow birds, waving their sleeves to the sky. (Note 1)

This is the yellow bird blowing the sky.

Song Shan was a little surprised, and after a while, he asked a little stumblingly, "Who are you talking about?" ”

Fang Lechi shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. Although this stunt was created by him, it was born from the Hengshan Qixuan Sword School's Dengtianmen and Shaolin's reed vertical. I just glanced at it, and I saw some traces, but I couldn't be real. ”

"Besides, if it was really that person's disciple or relative, how could he have sent him to assassinate you? It's not worth it. ”

Song Shan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "What Uncle Fang said is that I was also a little frightened, and I was out of proportion. ”

Fang Lechi comforted: "The young pavilion master is too modest, and when I fought with him, I was also suspicious, and I didn't know whether to kill or not. ”

"What about the Assassin's martial arts?"

"I'm good at palming, I don't recognize which school of martial arts. His palm is both strong and soft, although he lacks in killing, but he is good at guarding. I'm confident that I can take it down in a hundred moves, but ......"

"But what?"

"But he probably didn't do his best."

"Oh? How so? ”

Song Shan returned all the true qi of his body to the dantian, his complexion returned to normal, got out of bed, and poured a cup of tea for himself and Fang Lechi.

Fang Lechi took the teacup and thanked him, and continued: "When he fought me, I could clearly feel the explosiveness of his arm muscles, so it is very likely that he also practiced boxing, but he didn't use it. ”

Song Shan smiled and said, "I think I want to paralyze Uncle Fang, so that we can relax our vigilance and think that he is not enough." ”

Fang Lechi nodded and said, "That's right, and I can find that he has something to hide." ”

"Hide what?"

"Cover up he's left-handed."

"How so?"

What Song Shan lacked was practical experience, so he asked Fang Lechi a lot about it.

In life-and-death battles, handicraft is a major winning factor. After all, knowing the opponent's dominant hand, you also know that the opponent's other hand must not be so flexible, and in the process of fighting, because it is very intense, there will be some flaws.

If it is an ordinary third-rate martial artist, it will be fine, but the more skilled it is, the more important these details are.

Just imagine, if Fang Lechi mistakenly thinks that Wang Su is a right-handed hand and strictly guards his left, but he doesn't want Wang Su to be actually a left-handed hand, wouldn't that reveal a big flaw?

Fang Lechi carefully taught: "Although the assassin was as dexterous with his hands when he used his palms, if he was an ordinary martial artist, he might also be tricked, thinking that he was right-handed. But there are a few details that make it clear. ”

"First of all, he used his right hand somewhat deliberately when he was fighting. His palm technique is smooth, and I find it pleasing to the eye, but in some places that are not tight, he should have used his left hand, but he used his right hand. Although there is no difference in the actual combat of the whole set of palms, it seems to be a little different. There are some traces of deliberate cover-up. ”

Song Shan understood, nodded knowingly, and said, "I understand." Uncle Fang, is there anything else? ”

Fang Lechi said: "What's more, no matter how much you hide it in martial arts, everyone will not deceive themselves in the matter of their dominant hand in life. For example, you are right-handed, and now you are subconsciously holding a teacup in your right hand, and you are also holding a pen with your right hand when writing. And regular use in daily life will always make people's dominant hand muscles more developed. ”

Song Shan suddenly said, "So Uncle Fang, you just can't see the thickness of the assassin's arms?" ”

Fang Lechi said: "Not bad. Although for those of us who practice martial arts, both arms will be exercised when practicing martial arts, in fact, the thickness is basically the same. However, when exerting force, there is actually a slight difference between the dominant and non-dominant hands. It's like writing on the left hand and on the right hand, the handwriting is different. ”

Song Shan nodded and said, "Taught." According to Uncle Fang, as far as the assassin is concerned, do we still need to prepare any follow-ups? ”

Fang Lechi shook his head and said, "No need, that assassin is not Er'er, I can defeat him alone, plus the previous preparations, it is enough to ensure that nothing goes wrong." ”

Song Shan nodded and exhaled a turbid breath.

After all, the orchestra pit of the Broken Yuan Daofang is an old Jianghu, and Song Shan still believes in his judgment.

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Virtual, real, real, virtual.

Sometimes, the tip of the iceberg is appropriately exposed in order to hide the deeper facts beneath the iceberg.

Fang Lechi is also a well-known person in the rivers and lakes, not only a master, but also a smart person.

But the greatest weakness of smart people is self-righteousness.

The so-called clever is mistaken by the smart, which is nothing more than that.

Downstairs in Anqing, an old farmer with a beard on his face, coarse cloth and deep clothes, lifted up his trouser legs, and was covered in mud.

The old farmer passed by with a flat pole, and the corner of his eye glanced around Anqing Building, and finally left the street, not knowing where he went with the crowd.

Upstairs, Song Shan's guards glanced at the old farmer and didn't pay attention.

Late at night, Wang Su tore off the beard on his face, washed his face, and finally felt refreshed.

Harm, it's already hot this day, and I still wear such a fake beard, covering my face, not to mention the heat, but also piercing my face.

Wang Su sighed, feeling a little depressed.

He was actually a lazy person, he didn't like to read when he was a child, he didn't like to practice martial arts when he was young, how could he be willing to take over these pickled jobs and kill people when he was young and strong?

Somebody has to do something.

The sun is clear, and the shadow is on the stone.

There will always be shadows.

Wang Su took out the account book, and the page of the latest record was Song Shan's name.

Looking at the evil deeds of Song Shan's translation recorded in the lines of ink, Wang Su's eyes became colder and colder, and this hot summer night seemed to be a little colder.

Fang Le Chi is also a smart person, and should be able to see the flaws I deliberately exposed.

They must have found out that I was actually left-handed, but they didn't realize that my fists and feet were not as good as Erer, and what I was really good at was actually a sword.

He pulled out his abacus, its sharp blade cold in the moonlight, reflected as if it was about to crush the moonlight.

Wang Su got up, shook a sword flower with an abacus in his left hand, and stabbed a sword at the side pillar.

Put the sword into the sheath, the mosquito is no more, and you will sleep well tonight.

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Note 1: These two sentences are derived from Yuan Haowen's "Ascending Heng Mountain", and have been modified to fit the content of the book. The style is limited, if there is anything inappropriate, please forgive me!