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A very long story, accompanied by Yang Qing's tears. A night that was not long, accompanied by Zhang Xiaodao's sighing and sighing.

When the firecrackers sounded on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Zhang Xiaodao decided to forget about Yang Qing's story for the time being, not only because this story was too shocking and unbelievable. Also because he needs time to think about some questions that obviously have no answers in this story.

In the following days, Zhang Xiaodao was extremely leisurely, except for spending most of his time sleeping and practicing "Wu Delusion Practicing Physical Technique", he began to read.

When Wang Luohan was leaving, he left many secret books, and Zhang Xiaodao burned them all when he left Lingyin County, but he remembered them in his mind.

Therefore, he does not read books with a scroll, but uses his strong memory to read repeatedly in his head.

Among them, Zhang Xiaodao of "Fist Solution" has been in his mind no less than a thousand times, and his effect is extremely obvious, under any hand-to-hand combat, there is no move that he can't see through, so that Li Yi feels that he has a natural sense of sensitivity to the battle situation.

And his recent main attack is two other secret books, namely "Out of the Sheath" and "Thirteen Styles of the Wild Knife".

"Out of the Sheath" is only a hundred words, but it is broad and profound.

Beginners need to be in harmony with the breath when the blade is out of the sheath, and in the higher and deeper it is the shape and the meaning are together, the meaning and the qi are together, and the qi and the spirit are together.

"Thirteen Styles of Wild Knife" is talking about knife techniques, of which the thirteen styles are splitting, chopping, picking, reversing, teasing, blocking, stabbing, stirring, wiping, supporting, hanging, virtual, and chopping.

It seems that each style of the extreme foundation needs to be tempered a lot, and it can be regarded as an entry, and when it is advanced and profound, there is a strange vertical and horizontal inside, and there are unpredictable opportunities for ghosts and gods.

And "Thirteen Styles of the Wild Knife" is naturally from the Great Wilderness, if it is changed to others, I am afraid that it will never accept the enemy's things, but Zhang Xiaodao does not have this kind of gateway view, in his opinion, it is the most wonderful thing to use the things of the Great Wilderness to kill the people of the Great Wilderness.

For this wonderful thing, Zhang Xiaodao made up his mind to practice knives!

Knife training may not be a big deal for ordinary people, but for Zhang Xiaodao, and even for Bian Jun'er, it is the most important thing.

Because once decided, it means that they will accompany each other for a lifetime, whether it is a sword, a gun, a sword, or a halberd, they need to be tempered day after day year after year in order to improve step by step, and a weapon that accompanies them all year round is definitely not less important to the strength of the qi refiner than the realm of vitality.

For example, the sword master of the academy has reached the point where he has no sword in his hand but a sword in his heart, and he thinks that when he broke the wall of Wanlei with grass mustard in his hand, it was caused by the unparalleled sword intent.

Although Zhang Xiaodao has been working hard to improve his realm recently, he also understands that the competition of qi cultivators is far more than the realm, and the macro point of view is the comprehensive element, and the refinement is the realm of vitality, the tactics against the enemy, the blade of foreign objects, the subtlety of the moves, and even the vision, psychological elements, and so on can affect who the victory scale tilts towards in the duel of life and death.

Therefore, he will never be naïve to think that after ten years of sleeping with the "Sleeping Heart Sutra", he can become a master, a master, a master, and a master, and if he wants to leave some decent traces in the Great Wilderness, he must make more efforts and improve his comprehensive quality.

Practicing knives is the second step of Zhang Xiaodao, and what he wants to practice is not an ordinary knife, but a pig-killing knife that is only one foot and one inch.

This pig-killing knife has been enshrined in the butcher's shop since he was born, and he once thought that this pig-killing knife was just sharper than ordinary knives, and the indestructible spirit armor that went straight to it, Zhang Xiaodao understood the extraordinaryness of this pig-killing knife.

For this reason, Zhang Xiaodao also took the time to visit the knife figures in the guard camp, and after more than ten days of pondering, he understood a truth.

Short knives, you need to take risks!

For this reason, he began to analyze the steep moves in "Thirteen Styles of the Wild Knife", and unconsciously passed the New Year, which was a little special for him.

After the New Year, the cold winter has faded a little, and the spring rain has been falling for more than ten days one after another, but Zhang Xiaodao has not seen any spring scenery in the wing, and the withered flowers and plants on the surface of the small flower building have not grown new and tender green shoots.

Yang Qing said that it would take another month for this small flower building to be vibrant, but Zhang Xiaodao couldn't wait for a month, and the Jiawu battalion was pulled out under the spring rain, so he naturally had to follow the Jiawu battalion.

Before leaving, Yang Qing took out an ivory-like pendant worn by a red rope and hung it on Zhang Xiaodao's neck, saying that this thing could keep him safe.

Zhang Xiaodao picked up the pendant, carefully looked at the dense lines on the surface of the ivory-shaped pendant, and said curiously: "The lines on this are clouds?"

"Well, it's the clouds. ”

The two smiled and waved goodbye.

On the day of leaving the city, the drizzle was temporarily suspended, but the haze in the sky was still thick, and people were breathless.

Zhang Xiaodao was wearing the standard light armor of the guards of the Jiawu Battalion, straddled the war horse long knife, and walked beside Wu Daxiong with his white jade bow and green feather arrows, his face was a little pale.

The reason for the paleness is very simple, whether it is the Jiawu battalion or the other eight large battalions that are opened at the same time, the border soldiers are very solemn, so solemn that there is a murderous aura spreading in the soldiers.

There were no military orders along the way, only tens of thousands of border soldiers breathing, heartbeat, and even footsteps in unison.

Zhang Xiaodao didn't know if it was because of this that he felt more and more murderous, and it was even more overwhelming than this hazy sky, but he really experienced the cold energy of the cold weapon era.

Only a stick of incense made Zhang Xiaodao feel as if he had walked for two hours, and this pressure was slightly relieved when he finally set foot on the brick-red land with the team.

Wu Daxiong no longer kept a straight face at this time, but said jokingly: "Your face is white, look at your little bit of talent." ”

Zhang Xiaodao was a little embarrassed, the table just now was indeed very different from the table he came to the border army, but he had always been frank and replied: "I haven't experienced this battle, so I naturally feel a little uncomfortable." ”

This sentence made many people laugh gently, presumably when they first walked out of the wing pass as a recruit and took turns to change defenses, they were not much better than Zhang Xiaodao.

The Jiawu battalion that had left the Yiyi Pass had accelerated under Wu Daxiong's orders, and they had to rush to Qinglong Gorge in three days, and then begin a three-month-long sentry life.

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Three days later, the Jiawu battalion arrived as promised and came to the Qinglong Gorge, the place where they needed to be stationed, which was far away from the Yiyi Pass, and it was regarded as entering the Great Wilderness.

The terrain of Qinglong Gorge is dangerous, because it overlooks the longitudinal road in the gorge like Qinglong, so it is named, but Bian Jun'er prefers to call this place a stone forest.

The reason why it is called the stone forest is because the strange stones in the Qinglong Gorge are craggy, the strange stones are like the old man on crutches, some are like the clouds in the sky, some are like the blazing sun, and there are more strange stones like plump women.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was particularly tired from the three-day rapid march, did not pay attention to the strange scene in front of him, and after Wu Daxiongxun changed guards with the border troops stationed there, he didn't have time to enjoy the scenery.

All kinds of handovers, busy feet do not touch the ground, this busy is that in the middle of the night, Zhang Xiaodao and the brothers in the camp ate the cold steamed buns like wolves and tigers, and immediately fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Xiaodao opened his eyes, and the fatigue of yesterday was swept away, but he felt that it was really cold in the tent, so he lightly lit the charcoal brazier and walked out of the tent listening to the snoring of his brothers.

A round of the rising sun hung high, the breeze came from the west with the cold energy of early spring, Zhang Xiaodao picked a boulder shaped like an old turtle and jumped up, took out the pig-killing knife and began to chop in style.

Zhang Xiaodao is a person who once he has a goal and is determined to do it, he will break down the process of this goal into countless levels and go up step by step.

The same is true for knife practice, he will never be happy with his achievements, so he only practices one move in the initial knife practice. ’

He didn't figure out any tricks when he practiced, after all, the days of practicing knives were still short, but every knife went all out, and the air exploded.

At this time, there were snoring in the camp one after another, but the sound was not harsh, but it disturbed Wu Daxiong for some reason.

After Wu Daxiong opened the tent, he naturally saw the tall Zhang Xiaodao standing tall, and saw that he was engrossed, and every knife was used with all his strength couldn't help but smile, and he came to the foot of the boulder and scolded: "If you practice knives, you can practice knives, and you can't make a small noise." ”

Zhang Xiaodao had never had any sense of reverence for the boss of the Jiawu Battalion who knocked him out when he was at his most powerful, but his opening still startled Wu Daxiong.

"Wu Daxiong, people give the nickname Xiong Sandao, the kid wants to worship you as a teacher today. ”

Wu Daxiong immediately scolded: "You kid is shameless. ”

Zhang Xiaodao smiled, put down the pig-killing knife, and immediately started a series of sycophants.

Wu Daxiong was naturally proud when he heard about his heroes' past, and before he knew it, he was already in a fog, and simply said: "It's okay to teach you a knife, but you can't talk about the word master." ”

Zhang Xiaodao was just about to speak, and then a string of sycophants, ready to learn Wu Daxiong's knife between half pushing and half refusing, but Wu Daxiong was extremely resolute in the knife: "There are rules in the army, and the honor of teaching is not a teacher, otherwise there will be too many relationships within the wings, don't break it." ”

Zhang Xiaodao could only say: "Okay, then how do you think I should practice this knife?"

Wu Daxiong's answer was even happier: "It's difficult to get started with the short knife, I'll find you a big knife with a sinking point tomorrow, and swing it ten thousand times first." With that, he sat under the stone roots, leisurely.

Zhang Xiaodao is a little vague about the concept of 'short knife is difficult to get started', but Wu Daxiong is an expert in playing with knives, so it naturally makes sense, since the short knife is not good, he took out the long knife of the war horse on his waist and began to chop again and again.

However, after a stick of incense, Zhang Xiaodao was already sweating profusely.

Wu Daxiong, who had been looking at Zhang Xiaodao from the side, frowned and said, "Have you ever played with knives before?"

Zhang Xiaodao nodded and said, "Yes, my family runs a butcher shop." ”

Wu Daxiong pondered, Zhang Xiaodao practiced knives a little interesting, according to his observation, Zhang Xiaodao waved three hundred knives, the direction of the knife was the same, there was no trace of deviation, this kind of fine control zhì is not like a chick playing with a knife.

After a while, he raised his head and said, "From now on, you will follow me, your hand will not leave the knife, you have to hold it when you sleep, and you can swing the knife when you can." ”

"Good. Zhang Xiaodao nodded, naturally he couldn't ask for it.

And his knife training career began, and he will be with him for life!