There are nine realms of martial arts in the world, whether it is practicing martial arts and boxing, or cultivating qi and cultivating swords, the first stage is called "cultivating pools".

"Repairing the pool" is the meaning of building a pond and storing water from scratch, which is also the first step for all martial artists. The main thing is to lay a solid foundation, which can be said to be the simplest and most critical step.

As for Taoism and spells, it is another system, so I won't go into too much detail here.

"Cultivating the pool" is followed by "forging the body" and "mortar bone", which are the lower three realms of martial artists, and most martial artists stop in the lower three realms. "Forging the body", as the literal meaning, is the exercise of the body. As for the "molar", it is already a cultivation from the body to the bones.

But no matter what you say, the first three realms are just boiling up their physique, and to put it bluntly, they are some vulgar martial artists practicing some fist and foot kung fu.

And to the fourth realm is a watershed, at this time the practice of martial arts is not only the tempering of the body, but also begins to have their own understanding and thinking about "martial arts" and "meaning".

Whether it is killing intent, fist intent, sword intent, sword intent, or other things, it is a new understanding of martial arts. And some things are limited by qualifications, and it is impossible to understand what is "martial arts" and what is "meaning".

Because there is such a thing as "meaning", which cannot be explained or touched. Even those who have crossed the four realms have a hard time expressing that feeling to others.

And the "meaning" condensed by the four realms is also known as a breath of martial arts in the chest.

Although Qiao Zuohu did not reach the "fish leap" of the four realms, he was also the peak of the "molar" of the three realms. The knife he had just slashed out already had some meaning for the martial artists of the Four Realms.

He was confident that no matter who rushed out of the alley, he would be cut off by his sword!

As for Wei Xiaodao, he didn't have any concept of the Nine Realms of the Martial Artists of the World. And the martial arts he learned are also the art of fighting in the army, only paying attention to fast, accurate, ruthless and shameless!

Regarding Qiao Zuohu's sudden knife, Wei Xiaodao did not have any sense of oppression in the face of death except that he felt that the knife did not hurt his face.

Because when he was in Kwai City, such unguarded sneak attacks had become commonplace, so he naturally learned how to deal with them.

He first knelt on the ground with both knees, let his head dodge the slashing saber, and then rolled to the side as soon as his body fell to prevent Qiao Zuohu from changing his moves.

The action is smooth, albeit ugly. But for Wei Xiaodao, it just works!

Wei Xiaodao dodged it, but Cheng Ye Ming behind him was miserable.

Although he was in the back, there was Wei Xiaodao in front to give him a test knife. But Qiao Ye's saber was cut empty, and when he saw Cheng Yeming behind, he immediately changed his moves. Originally, it was a left-to-right slash, but it was changed to a right-to-left slap!

Cheng Yeming subconsciously raised his left hand to block it, but the person was swatted away by Qiao Zuohu like a fly. It was a moment before he hit the ground, and then rolled a few times in the snow.

This time it was very strong, although the person was not dead, but it was really uncomfortable!

When Cheng Yeming was slapped away by Qiao Zuohu, Wei Xiaodao had already stood up and stood, glancing at Qiao Zuohu indifferently. He has long been pessimistic about life and death. In this way, there can be no distractions in wartime, which is the mentality that veterans from the military will have.

A sixteen-year-old young veteran, it makes people feel chilling and sad when they think about it.

Qiao Zuohu didn't care about Ye Ming's life or death, he knew very well how many catties and taels that guy had. As long as he kills the boy in front of him, Cheng Yeming can kill him as much as he wants!

The young man in front of him is no more than seventeen years old, and his left eye is covered by a black cloth, which is estimated to be blind. Standing with a short knife in his right hand, he stood there with a solemn aura.

Qiao Zuohu concluded that the young man in front of him was not from the rivers and lakes! Because of the people in the rivers and lakes, how could they practice such a heart-palpitating murderous aura? If you really want to practice, how many people do you have to kill?!

The murderous aura emitted by Wei Xiaodao made Qiao Ye quite interested, so he asked more, "What do you have to do with that dwarf winter melon?"

Originally, Wei Xiaodao didn't want to talk nonsense when he was facing the enemy, but when he thought that Wei Laodao told him to "be polite" before leaving, he also replied coldly: "He owes me two oil cakes to compensate!"

This answer was a bit unexpected by Qiao Zuohu, for the sake of two oil cakes can accompany each other desperately?

Just when Qiao Zuohu was in a trance, Wei Xiaodao had already stepped up with a knife!

It's just that Qiao Zuohu looked burly like a giant bear, but his reaction was not slow. Seeing that Wei Xiaodao's knife was about to stab into Qiao Zuohu's chest, a giant fist smashed towards Wei Xiaodao's head.

Wei Xiaodao relied on his dexterous figure to dodge this powerful punch with one side of his body. Not only did he dodge the punch, but he also went to the left side of Qiao Zuohu.

When the two of them staggered and separated again, there was a touch of red on the short blade of Wei Xiaodao. This is Qiao Zuohu's blood, and Wei Xiaodao's target from the beginning is his knee joint.

It's a pity that Qiao Zuohu was not slow to react, and he still took a step at the last moment. Although Wei Xiaodao's blow did not miss, it only left a shallow cut in his leg.

On the other side, although Cheng Yeming was slapped away by Qiao Zuohu. But Qiao Zuohu's wolf gang didn't have the kindness to let him lie on the ground with peace of mind.

The knife hand in the narrow alley also rushed out with Wei Xiaodao. Seeing that their stall was fighting with Wei Xiaodao, their eyes naturally fell on Cheng Yeming.

Seeing that there was nowhere to hide, Cheng Yeming suddenly shouted!

"Wait!"

A shout really stunned the swordsmen who surrounded him, and even Qiao Zuohu swept over with the corner of his eye.

Cheng Yeming barely got up, and he grinned at the pain of a slight movement. Standing and breathing a sigh of relief, he said to Qiao Zuohu: "No matter who I want to kill me, I will pay ten times the price for you to kill back!"

At this moment, Cheng Yeming looked embarrassed, and his luxurious and beautiful black winter clothes had been cut out a lot. His face was also a little muddy, and he stood there with his right hand over his left arm, looking extremely embarrassed.

But looking at his expression, he was extremely proud, that was a kind of self-confidence that as long as it was a matter of money, it was not a problem!

Originally, it was still a sabre-rattling life-and-death struggle. There was silence. After a while, Qiao Zuohu suddenly laughed "haha".

He took back the big sword, turned his head to look at Cheng Yeming and said, "My wolf helped Qiao Zuohu take people's money and eliminate disasters with people, if you can afford to spend it, you can naturally buy your life!"

Cheng Yeming saw that there was something to do, so he immediately endured the pain and took out a stack of silver tickets from his arms, and said to Qiao Zuohu: "This is the ticket number of five thousand taels of "Dafutong", which is considered a deposit!"

Qiao Zuohu nodded, and someone took the silver ticket from Cheng Yeming's hand. Originally, it was still a slaughtering street, but with the handing out of Cheng Yeming's silver ticket, the aura of slaughter was like a spring breeze blowing, and the smell of blood seemed to have dissipated completely.

Wei Xiaodao was confused when he watched from the sidelines, he was ready to fight with all his might, but in the blink of an eye, the other party seemed to have become his own person.

However, the habit of marching for many years still kept Wei Xiaodao on high alert.

At this time, Cheng Yeming wanted to open his mouth and ask Qiao Zuohu to let the two of them go, but Qiao Zuohu smiled first and said to Cheng Yeming: "I have accepted your money, and I will naturally help you kill the person who bought the murderer." ”

"But things are one yard at a time, you go first, and I will send that person down to accompany you!"

When Qiao Zuohu said "You go first", Cheng Yeming felt that something was wrong. As soon as he finished speaking, the horse chopping knife had already been swung, and the target was not Cheng Yeming, but still slashing towards Wei Xiaodao!

Qiao Zuohu is not a man of words, on the contrary, he is a person who attaches great importance to commitment. In addition to being able to get things done, the second thing that people who do their job is to do what they say!

So Cheng Yeming must die, and after he dies, Steward Chen will naturally die, even if he doesn't have Cheng Yeming's five thousand taels, he will die. As for when Steward Chen will die, it's hard to say.

Maybe ten years, eight years. It's possible to live past one hundred and eight slowly, who knows?!