"Boss, you just practice your knife here, no one will disturb you, Li Bo's field is below, it doesn't matter if you wrestle and roll down by yourself, if you spoil his crops to the point that it affects the two of us, then we will have to settle accounts with you."

Zhang San stood on the small hillside with droplets in his arms and enjoyed the mountain breeze alone, he saw a few old trees and weeds that had long died on the hillside, and an old man with a hat below kept waving the iron hoe in his hand, and the vibrant field seemed to be naughty poking out a few green branches and leaves.

A few flying yellow butterflies with the barking of dogs from time to time in the distance, coupled with Li Shu's waving again and again, these elements formed one picture after another in Zhang San's eyes, constantly looping in his mind.

He slowly pulled out the knife according to Li Shu's movements, and then put the knife away and practiced on his own, almost didn't cut Shan Chanyu, his curse Zhang San didn't seem to hear it, the speed was getting faster and faster, and his hand was already densely packed with small knife edges.

Shan Chanyu scolded and left, and when he walked to the field and just wanted to take over the hoe, he was pushed away by Li Shu: "The firewood in the yard hasn't been chopped for a long time, you go back and split it with Dawei, and let Xinyi rest by the way." ”

"Okay, then you can do it here, bye-bye. It's really eccentric..."Before Shan Chanyu finished speaking, Li Shu kicked his ass: "Little rabbit cub, you don't talk big or small, get out of my way quickly." ”

"Yes, yes, he'll give it to you. Shan Chanyu covered his ass and ran away.

At this time, Zhang San's action of retracting the knife and taking out the knife was not the same as before, there was a slight pause, the afterglow of the curtain sun sprinkled on Zhang San's face, the sofa on the dead tree made a cooing sound, and the bursts of pain from his left hand pulled Zhang San's consciousness back to reality.

"Oops, I'll go. Why does it hurt so much? ”

Zhang San threw away the droplets, hugged his left hand with his clothes, squatted on the spot, and kept blowing with his mouth: "Uncle, when was it cut so many holes, it hurt me to death." Wait, didn't you just have lunch? Why is it already midnight?

Without waiting for Zhang San to think again, the soreness emanating from his whole body withdrew him to reality: "Hey, my whole body is very sore." Did I get hit by a truck?"

"Hey, the pot baby above, go back to eat"

"Oh, Liberty is coming soon!"

Zhang San carried the droplets, and the sand hovered above his head followed Li Shu, and the figures of an old man and a young man were constantly stretched.

After entering the door, it was not the imaginary Xinyi, but Shan Chanyu smiled and helped Zhang San take the droplets: "Boss, it's pretty cool to practice your arms and legs for a day." ”

"Is your kid itching?"

"Why, look, I also brought you a bandaged gauze. Shan Chanyu pulled Zhang San to the side, and after applying the potion, he wrapped it in gauze layer after layer: "By the way, how are you practicing today?"

"It's okay, I got it done somehow. Maybe it's talented. But I don't even know when I cut my hand, it's really hell. Wait, how did you know my hand was broken? ”

"Hey, you almost slashed me this afternoon when you practiced your knife, and I think you seem to be in a state of panic and practice again. Didn't I just think that you would definitely cut your hand, boss, I told you, don't bite Lu Dongbin, you don't know good people's hearts. ”

"You ....."

"It's time to eat. Li Xinyi's crisp voice came from inside the house, after three rounds of food and five flavors of wine, Li Shu picked up a male lion that Zhang San was familiar with and lit it with fire: "Xiao Zhang, I don't think you can practice like this There is no big effect, why don't you help me chop wood from tomorrow." ”

"Huh? Okay, no problem. ”

midnight

Sha stood on the hanger and took a nap, Zhang San measured his body: "Why don't you use treatment spray?"

"Boss, you are stupid, Li Bo and Xinyi are ordinary people and not stupid. How can a wound one day be healed the next day? Your carving and knife can explain it, this can't be explained. ”

"By the way, what's going on with that chopping wood?"

"Li Bo is also for your good, blindly working behind closed doors will not work. Don't look at the fact that you are now able to retract and unwind your sword quite smoothly, but a good swordsman or swordsman can accurately control the strength needed to defeat the enemy.

For example, if you need 100 damage to crush an enemy, a deep swordsman will never use 100 and 1 damage. If each attack overflows damage, it will accumulate a part of the power that should not be underestimated.

The victory or defeat is often in this moment or in the details of various aspects, you may not realize it yourself, every time you attack, you are eager to use all your power, and the benefit of this attack method is minimal.

Although it looks quite bluffing, just like Cheng Biting Jin, if you dodge your three-plate axe, you will definitely lose. Whether it is the distribution of internal forces or the control of forces, you are too rough. Shan Chanyu half-squinted his eyes and answered in a daze.

"It's like I can't do it, you can. ”

Shan Chanyu dug out his ears, and instantly sobered up after being stimulated by Zhang San: "Don't say anything else, I'm really good at this, use the knife." Shan Chanyu got out of the quilt and picked up the droplets from the bench.

Zhang San lay on the ground and looked at Shan Chanyu with his head in his hands: "Please start your performance." ”

"I haven't held a knife for so long, and now it feels quite raw. Zhang San slowly pulled out the droplets, and a cold light was refracted in his eyes: "This knife is really good." ”

"Hey, dead fatty. Don't use your hands as an excuse when the time comes. ”

"Am I that kind of person? really. Look, it's a piece of wood. Shan Chanyu weighed the droplets in his hand, and then grabbed the droplets adaptively and waved them a few times. At this time, Gu Dawei also turned over and looked at Shan Chanyu with some nostalgia.

"How hard do you think you're going to have to split it?"

"I don't know, I guess I'm going to hit it with all my might. ”

"Forget it, this thing also varies from person to person, and everyone's rhythm is different. If you can't find your own rhythm, you won't understand it if I talk about it. Look at it. ”

Shan Chanyu waved the knife lightly against the wooden strip in one hand, and after a few seconds, the wooden strip broke into two, and then he easily inserted the droplets back into the scabbard, and just wanted to brag when Li Shu yelled downstairs: "What kind of plane! Chopping wood so late? Do you want to sleep so much?"

Frightened, Shan Chanyu hurriedly put the droplets back on the bench and then drilled the ring quilt, even Zhang San didn't dare to take a breath and asked in a low voice: "How did you do it?"

"There are no special skills, even if you close the knife, millions of times will only speed up the speed of drawing the knife, but once this speed is close to a certain threshold, it can no longer be improved.

The most important thing is to have a physical shock to constantly feedback to your brain, how much force you use this blow, and what kind of effect it has. If you are slashing in the void by yourself, you don't have the concept of a blow.

There's nothing to say about this thing, just practice more and cut more. Just like reading a book, reading a book a hundred times, its meaning is self-revealed. ”

"Zen Yu is right, if you really want to start the knife technique, speed, strength, and angle must become your muscle memory. ”

"You have a point, I'm still looking forward to chopping wood tomorrow. ”

"Don't worry, it's enough for you to chop for days. ”

The three of them didn't speak, only Zhang San stared at the sky covered by the broken eaves with his head on his head: "In just a few days, I feel that my progress is very huge, and the posture of collecting and drawing my knife today and the words of the two of them just now have given me a new understanding of the battle." Feeling the pain in his left hand: "There really is no shortcut to becoming stronger. ”

.....

"Zhang San, if someone comes to you in the future, you must not promise anyone anything. ”

"Why? Besides, isn't there still you? I shouldn't be in charge of things, right?"

Zhang Yizhu touched the back of Zhang San's head with a smile: "But I can't accompany you for the rest of your life, besides, now that you have grown up, you are a little man." A man should have his own opinions, right? ”

"Well, don't worry, Dad, I will definitely be more careful, those bad people can't fool me out. ”

Zhang Yizhu didn't speak, but used his strong arm to firmly hold the young Zhang San close and wiped the residue of the chicken steak from the corner of his mouth for Zhang San. The figures of one big and one small are gradually moving away on the crowded streets.

.....

After breakfast on the third day, when Li Shu left the house with a hoe, Zhang San walked to the firewood room on the first floor with droplets, opened the door and filled it with wood. He took out a small pile and split it with droplets.

As for Li Xinyi, she sat quietly next to Zhang San with a book and read, and Shan Chanyu gathered around Li Xinyi, pretending to hold a book and chatting with Li Xinyi. Gu Dawei stood behind Zhang San, clasping his fists and quietly watching Zhang San sweat.

Zhang San kept thinking about the picture of Shan Chanyu chopping wood with a knife, but he would subconsciously use all his strength every time he chopped, although it was also a knife to split firewood, but the sound made by Zhang San was incomparably huge, and Shan Chanyu only had the sound of falling wood.

"Don't think about how to chop the firewood, but let the knife go down your hand to show the power you imagine in your head, and the weapon is an extension of the siblings. The reason why you are chopping wood so hard now is that your muscles have formed a fixed muscle memory, and you still can't let go of your previous understanding of strength. ”

Gu Dawei's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, and the vague Zhang San instantly woke up: "Yes, I have always relied on great strength to suppress others in the Three Kingdoms, either by skill or by strength. I've been stuck in the memory of the past, firewood is not the enemy, it's just firewood. ”

Zhang San waved the droplets so gently with the knife in one hand, and the firewood on the stump was instantly split in half.

"Yes, it's about finding that feeling, no matter how much power you control, you can find your own rhythm first. ”

"Wait, let me try again. ”