After being polite with a few elders, Chen Meng was arranged to go down the mountain and went to the village at the foot of the mountain. The three elders agreed with him that they would practice on the stone cliff on the southern slope every morning until dusk, and that they would not be allowed to take leave unless they were ill. Chen Meng felt too tired at first, and just wanted to put forward some conditions, but seeing that those old men were not good talkers, he thought about it, and it would be good to get through it no matter how tired he was. As a result, on the first day of serious martial arts training, Chen Meng was half dead.

He lives in a wooden house outside the village, away from the hustle and bustle of the village center. Most of the old men had scruples and didn't want him to come into contact with the people in the mountains. Chen Meng naturally doesn't care, he is used to living alone in Xue Man's absence. When I got up early that morning, I heard the sound of birds chirping outside the window, pushed the window open, and dipped my hands in dew, which felt a different kind of beauty.

This beauty ended when Chen Meng stood on the stone cliff of Nanshan. The location of the stone cliff is unique, and standing on the stone cliff, you can see the entire north slope with peach blossoms. But when Chen Meng was still intoxicated by the spring color of the mountain, someone on the stone cliff spoke: "Chen Gongzi, please practice." ”

Chen Meng turned his head and was startled. Standing on the stone cliff was the woman who had led him to the elders yesterday, dressed in a black robe with an expressionless face.

"When did you come?" Chen Meng was a little surprised, this person had practiced so deeply that he was unconscious when he came behind him.

"I have been following Chen Gongzi, where Chen Gongzi is, I am there." The woman's face was expressionless, "Childe, the elder asked me to supervise Childe's martial arts, the time has come, it's time to practice." ”

"Practice, practice, practice." Chen Meng pulled out the knife from his arms.

The woman pointed to the inconspicuous pile of wood piled up next to her: "These are a hundred logs, before dark, use the wave breaking knife method, each log is split into four sections." ”

Chen Meng was stunned for a moment, and slowly asked, "How many?" ”

"A hundred."

"A hundred? Finished in a day? ”

"Hmm." The woman remained expressionless.

"No, this, how can this be split?"

"Chen Gongzi, please, I will come back when it gets dark, and if Gongzi can't complete the task on time, then he will naturally not be able to go down the mountain." The woman was about to leave, but turned her head again, "Also, the elder has ordered, you can only use the Wave Breaking Knife, and the other sons will please." As soon as the words fell, he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Oh, no, don't you go? How did you do this? Can you make some sense? How is this possible? Chen Meng couldn't find the figure of the woman in black, so he could only sigh and shake his head in the direction she was leaving.

Complaining is complaining, and you have to do it. Chen Meng walked to the mountain of wood, hugged one of them with both arms, and lifted it vigorously - the weight of the wood was not light, but fortunately, Chen Meng had practiced kung fu and could still hold a piece of wood. Holding the wood to the middle of the stone cliff, Chen Meng straightened up and pulled out the knife, and when the Breaking Wave Knife was used, he beckoned to the wood.

I heard a loud noise, and Chen Meng's knife was embedded in the log four or five inches, but the wood was not broken. Chen Meng used a lot of strength to pull the knife out of the wood, luck, concentrating, and then slashed down. Unexpectedly, the second knife was crooked, and there were two knife cuts side by side on the wood.

Chen Meng was helpless, pulled out the knife, and cut again. The third, fourth, and fifth knives were chopped through the wood, and the sawdust on the surface was scattered, and a recessed gap was cut out alive. The sixth knife, the seventh knife, only to hear a click, the wood cracked horizontally. The ninth, the tenth, and finally, the wood made a muffled thud and broke into two sections.

Chen Meng felt that his two arms no longer belonged to him. The meteoric iron knife seemed to weigh a thousand pounds at this time, and it couldn't be lifted in his hand. Pinch your fingers and count, this piece of wood should be cut into four sections, that is, it must be cut three times, and it will cost ten knives for one cut, and thirty knives for three times, and one hundred pieces of wood will be three thousand knives. Chen Meng gasped, three thousand knives, and he couldn't finish cutting it in the Year of the Monkey.

Chen Meng knew in his heart that it was definitely not this way, but he couldn't think of what to do for a while, so he could only pick up the knife and continue to ravage the poor wood. It doesn't feel right to cut two knives, this knife method is called the Broken Wave Knife Method, which is expensive in a hyphenation. Since it is called off, it is not strange to use this knife method to cut wood. If you feel uncomfortable, it must be something wrong with you.

Chen Meng remembered that when he had just learned the Breaking Wave Knife Technique, Jiang Yilong asked himself to split bones. "Remember, knives are about not sparing. The sword is a seven-point attack, a three-point defense, and the action is naturally strong; The knife is different, and the knife must have a kind of indomitable momentum, very aggressive, and not left behind. A knife on the waves, if you leave the force, it can only be the start of the waves, if you do not leave the force, the knife can pass through the waves, is to break the waves. ”

Ten offense, no stay. Chen Meng slowly figured it out, and he had been practicing the sword technique for a long time, but slowly, some of the things that Jiang Yilong had taught before were forgotten. When I think of these six words today, I suddenly feel enlightened. Very attacking, do not stay, the knife method is to devote yourself wholeheartedly, all the feelings and thoughts are put on the blade, a knife to cut down, life and death are clear.

Thinking of this, he felt relieved. There is no problem with his own knife skills, but he doesn't have the courage that real knife skills should have. He remembered that when he was in Dezheng, he accompanied Jiang Yilong and Liu Xiao to drink one night, and got drunk on the knife that was cut out in the yard. Before the cut, the blood was restless, and after the cut, the whole body was weak and weak. This is probably the essence of knife art.

He closed his eyes, luck, and was engrossed. All the senses in heaven and earth seemed to be condensed on the blade of this dark iron knife. Take a deep breath, raise your hand, and then jerk down, your back up, and the green tendons on your neck burst. The strength of the whole body turned into the speed of this knife. The blade went straight down, embedded in the wood, but it seemed unstoppable, and the momentum was unabated. It wasn't until the blade bought half a wood deep that Chen Meng felt the obstacle, his hand was astringent, and the knife stopped.

His eyes opened, looking at the dark iron knife embedded in the wood, Chen Meng was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect his strength to be so strong this time. This kind of power that completely opens, restricts, and unleashes is a bit like the knife he swung out when he was drinking with Jiang Yilong and Liu Xiao in the courtyard that day.

That night, he stabbed a trail on the wall, and when he was done, he collapsed to the ground. After the knife was swung today, he didn't have that sense of powerlessness, but he seemed to have burst out all the evil qi he received from Sun Yishao, and he was refreshed.

He pulled out the knife, luck, and went down again. The log snapped at the sound, and the severed piece flew out, landed on the hillside not far away, and rolled down the hillside to the bottom of the valley. Chen Meng looked at the piece of wood in the distance, and by the way, the sun had just risen in the distance, and the pale golden sunlight was lazily sprinkled on the hillside. The spring breeze blows, and the peach trees sway slightly with the wind, falling red.

Chen Meng couldn't help but think of Xue Man again.

But what's the use of thinking about it? Xue Man is most likely in Bian'an now, and he is in Daximen, he has never heard of this place before he came here, let alone knows where it is. Let's take one step at a time, Chen Meng thought to himself. Anyway, Zhang Wen let him come, and when he comes, he can learn the most authentic rogue knife technique, which is beneficial and harmless.

I don't think about it anymore. Chen Meng lifted the knife and cut it down, lifted the knife and cut it down. The wind blows, the mountains are full of flowers, the spring is half, and the grass and trees are green. The boy swung his knife on the mountain, and the knife rose and fell, and the sound of the knife echoed in the valley.

It was cut until evening, and when it was getting dark, there was still a large pile of wood left.

Chen Meng did not notice the change in time. It was as if he was trapped in mechanical repetition. He was inexplicably abducted by Jiang Yilong to learn knives, but now he feels that he likes the feeling of using knives. There are no tricks and no bells and whistles, but the outpouring of the purest and most penetrating power makes him feel extremely satisfied.

When he looked up, the moon rose tomorrow. Spring nights are a wonderful time to be, the wind is cool, and the air is just the right amount of cold to keep you awake and get in the mood to take a hard look at the scenery around you. If you come across a cloudless dark blue sky and a milky green meadow that has just emerged, you can't help but feel refreshed.

Chen Meng straightened up, took a deep breath, and yawned. Before I knew it, it was so late, and I hadn't finished cutting my wood yet. This will stop only to realize that I haven't eaten for a day, and my stomach is hungry and panicking.

As soon as he put the knife down, he heard a voice behind him: "Are you done chopping?" ”

Chen Meng picked up the knife in fright and was about to beckon behind him. When I turned around, I realized that it was the woman in black.

"Can you not act like a ghost every day? Can you say hi to me? Chen Meng clutched his chest and gasped.

"Are you done?" The woman didn't pick up.

"Nope." Chen Meng turned his head and glanced at the piles of wood next to him, which were significantly less than this morning. "Cut it in half."

"I didn't finish it." The woman's tone was cold.

"You've got to let me eat something, don't you?"

"I didn't finish it."

"Then if I don't eat something, where will I get the strength to cut?"

"I didn't finish it."

"No, you're still a human being? I'm done chopping and I'm dead here. ”

"I didn't finish it."

Chen Meng stopped talking, stared at the woman's dark eyes like ghosts, shook his head, and picked up the knife.

"I cut, I cut. Can't I cut it? ”

Chen Meng picked up the knife angrily and continued to slash. I found the trick, and I cut it faster. It's just that when Chen Meng finished cutting it, it was already a bright moon. Chen Meng was hungry and had no strength at all, so he threw the knife on the ground and gasped. When I was quiet, I heard the sound of beating from the villages in the valley, and I couldn't hear a few sounds too far away.

"Finished chopping?"

"It's done."

"Tired?"

"What do you think?"

The woman in black took out an elixir from her arms: "Eat it." ”

"What's this?"

"Rejuvenation pills."

"What's that? What can this do? ”

For the first time, some emotion could be seen on the woman's face, and there was a little doubt in her eyes: "You don't know? ”

"I haven't heard of it."

"Has the martial arts outside the mountain declined to this extent? You don't even have any pills to practice martial arts now? ”

"No, I don't. We've never heard of this thing. ”

"It's a time of decline. No wonder the elders said that most of the people who practice martial arts outside the mountain are mediocre. ”

Chen Meng was a little uncomfortable when he heard this: "What can we do?" The seniors lost these elixirs or something, and we have nowhere to find them. There are more people working hard outside the mountain, and there are more talented people, what can we do? Then again, what's the use of this elixir? ”

"It's so useful. Rejuvenation pillsRejuvenation pills, restore internal strength, contact fatigue. ”

"So amazing?"

"You'll find out if you try."

Chen Meng opened his mouth and took a small emerald green pill into his mouth. The pill melts in your mouth, sweet, with a hint of mint coolness. When it entered his stomach, it was like a fire, and Chen Meng felt as if there was some kind of power swimming in the meridians of his body, and there was a burning sensation everywhere he went, but he didn't feel pain. After a while, when the scorching sensation disappeared, Chen Meng felt that his fatigue seemed to be swept away, as if he had infinite strength to continue cutting wood.