In the small courtyard of the Sun family, the young man is holding a Yama Absolute Knife, and every move and style strives to be similar.

Sun Longhu watched the movements of the young man, and said loudly from time to time: "The waist is strong, the legs must be rooted in the ground, and those who use knives should avoid unstable discs." ”

With Sun Longhu's shouting, the young man's posture with the knife was constantly corrected, and it gradually became like seven or eight points.

When the young man can successfully complete a set of knife techniques, Sun Longhu nodded and said: "Those who use knives should take the body method as the key, overlook the distance, the eyes are fast and the hands are fast, and they also pay attention to the knife to go with them between the advance and retreat, and strive to coordinate the human knife." ”

In the meantime, the young man had already practiced the sword technique three times, and he was already sweating profusely.

The young man with a hoarse voice asked, "Brother Long Hu, what do you think of my sword learning?"

"It's okay, the moves have been taught to you, and then you just need to practice diligently, and in three or five months, you can achieve something." ”

After speaking, Sun Longhu looked up at the sun, it was already sunny, and it was noon.

Seeing that villagers had come back from the east ridge of the city one after another, the two realized that the morning had passed quietly.

Sun Longhu said: "Little brother, seeing that it's noon, why don't you have dinner and practice again in the afternoon?"

The young man gasped and put the Jue Xiang knife into the sheath, and said with a smile: "Brother Long Hu, you can help Uncle Sun go to the fields in the afternoon, I am also familiar with the tricks of this knife technique, so I can practice by myself in the afternoon." ”

"It's fine. ”

Sun Longhu nodded, and the young man raised his hand to say goodbye.

Walking out of the small courtyard of the Sun family, the young man was still staring at the Jue Xiang knife in his hand.

There is a large ring at the handle of the absolute sound knife, which is the accessory of the ring head knife, but the dragon bird pattern carved in it hides a mystery, I don't know how Sun Longhu used ingenuity just now to make the dragon bird cry.

It seems that he still can't get home, so the young man takes making the dragon bird cry his first goal.

One day, the knife technique is small, and probably the dragon finch in this ring can also rotate and whisper.

The young man left the small courtyard of the Sun family with a knife, but he didn't know that two people were staring at him behind him.

It was Li Carpenter and Hu Su, the two of them had already returned with hoes when the young man was practicing knives, these two were rich and noble, and they couldn't stand the noon sun, so they ran back from the ridge early.

Staring at the young man's back, Carpenter Li asked, "Hu Su, how do you see Zhong Xiaozi's martial arts?"

Hu Su sneered: "He is already thin and not suitable for martial arts, although he is a little talented and good at understanding, but he is old, and after a good period of laying the foundation, I don't think he can become a big tool." ”

Carpenter Li shook his head and retorted: "I don't see it at all, you see that he is holding a knife, and he looks like General Xu, and he has the posture of his father." ”

When it came to Xu Qiandao, Hu Su was speechless, and he couldn't say anything to refute it, and he still respected General Xu, who was on an equal footing with him.

"The capital is a late bloomer, I think Zhong Xiaozi is so smart, sooner or later he will become a big weapon, now there are people who are rejuvenated in this world, and there are also eight-year-old children who are old swordsmen, Zhong Xiaozi is just a late bloomer, why can't he?"

Maybe it was hot, Carpenter Li shook off the robe he was wearing, and Hu Su hurriedly took it with both hands.

Carpenter Li turned around and walked towards his yard, chanting as he walked: "If I am like a monarch, I might as well be a late bloomer." But laughing from the times, I am proud of the ancients. A total of more original aspirations, all of them are expected to establish a name. Men are like this, why sigh in life. ”

I don't know whether the poignant tone is sighing for Zhong Ming, or expressing his discouragement.

A late bloomer, whether Zhong Ming can stand it, or he Li Carpenter can afford it, who can say clearly.

Seeing that Carpenter Li was so important to Zhong Ming, Hu Su sighed and muttered, "Mr. Zhong, Mr. Zhong, I hope you will be able to answer the words of the Lord one day." ”

......

The young man didn't know that he had gone home and hastily cooked beef porridge and drank three bowls in a row.

Poor and rich in martial arts, practicing martial arts is the most physically exhausting, diligence is naturally the foundation, but good food is also necessary, fortunately there is beef sent by Yang Yanlang, young people can have tonics.

After lunch, the young man took another sword, tied the scabbard to the knife with hemp rope, and continued to practice the knife with the scabbard on.

The scabbard was a kind of solid leather inlaid with an inner shell, and the weight was not light, and the young man pondered that more weight would be more effective.

In the small courtyard of the fence, the young man wields a knife and slashes, and every move and style strives to be more perfect.

In this practice, the young man forgot the time, and it was not until the sun set that his body trembled that he could no longer lift the sword before he was willing to give up.

When the young man sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, not only could he not move the knife, but his hand holding the teacup trembled violently, and most of the tea spilled out.

Typical overwork, muscle overfatigue has begun to twitch.

I just drank two sips of herbal tea, but I heard the sound of horses' hooves, and it turned out that Liang Yu came back riding a fire cloud.

At this time, Liang Yu already had the posture of galloping wildly, and he was full of spirit, shouting and swaggering past the village, which was completely different from when he left crookedly this morning.

Bringing the fire cloud into Zhong Ming's courtyard, Liang Yu tied his horse, sat down beside Zhong Ming, and drank two cups of herbal tea before saying: "Brother Ming, I'm back, today I took your horse well, walked through the market in the east of the city, bought burning paper and went to the barren hill to burn incense and candles for stones, and paper money......

After nagging for a long time, Liang Yu realized that Zhong Ming's face was not quite right, and his pale face was like a serious illness.

Liang Yu panicked instantly, put his hand on Zhong Ming's forehead and asked, "Brother Ming, what's wrong with you?

A series of questions made Zhong Ming shake his head, and nodded at the Yama Jue Ring Knife beside him, "Practice the knife." ”

"Knife practice?"

Liang Yu was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, and began to nag again: "Brother Ming, do you practice knives or do you play with your life? ”

At this time, the young man in Mai was physically and mentally exhausted, and he couldn't listen to Liang Heizi's nagging, so he waved his hand and moved into the room with a knife.

The young man didn't want anything now, he just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

Lying on the mahogany bed, after a few moments, the young man fell asleep, and there was a slight snoring.

The number of times a young man snores is only a handful, and it must be that he is particularly tired today.

After this sleep, the young man did not wake up until the early morning of the next day, and there was still meat porridge left in the pot, which must have been left for him by Liang Heizi.

After drinking the porridge with hot meat, the young man went out again with a knife.

The young man's body is a little sore, but he is not used to it, and it does not affect the practice of knives.

In fact, practicing knives is very boring and tiring, and the young man wants to give up several times, but whenever he thinks of his childhood dream of being a young hero, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

After living for so many years, Zhong Ming knows one thing very well, maybe your efforts can't be proportional to the return, but if you don't go crazy, you will definitely not get the desired results.

The so-called diligent person is an idiot, and in just two days, Zhong Ming became a martial arts idiot, obsessed with knife skills.

The simple art of chopping is practiced by young people persistently.

From the courtyard to the big stone at the entrance of the village, from the mud village to the ridge in the east of the city, as long as the young man is moving, he must be practicing the knife.

In the past few days, people in the village have been spreading that Mr. Zhong has gone crazy by practicing knives, and he is afraid that he will go crazy.

No matter what others were saying, the young man turned a deaf ear, just carrying the Yama sword and slashing.

Seven days have passed like this, and Old Man Sun really can't stand it, and in the afternoon of this day, Old Man Sun came back from the ridge and saw Zhong Ming standing next to the big stone at the entrance of the village practicing his knife.

There is a locust tree at the entrance of the village, which is rich in greenery, and the young buds are stretched, which has a bit of lushness.

There is a big rock under the tree, if it is more than half a man high.

In the green shade, one person, one knife, one stone, silently sparring.

The young man was armed with a long knife, and the scabbard slashed at the boulder, leaving white marks.

There are thousands of traces on the green side of the boulder, from the beginning of the shallow to the young man wielding a knife to chop down often stone chips, but also witness the growth of the young man.

At first, the young man was just a void chop, but after two days, he was not satisfied with sparring with the air, and wanted to find something to be an opponent.

At first, the young man used his scabbard to cut down the locust tree behind him, and after half a day, the young leaves of the locust tree fell to the ground and the bark cracked.

Only then did the young man realize that he was wrong, and if he continued to practice, he was afraid that this old locust tree would be cut down by himself.

So there is a scene of the scabbard splitting the boulder, the stone is finally lifeless, and the young man can chop with peace of mind.

Seeing the young man sweating like rain practicing the knife, Old Man Sun finally couldn't stand it, and shouted loudly: "Little Zhong!"

The young man was so enchanted that he had become so caught up in his own world that he didn't even hear it.

"Hey, this kid, it's really going to be a magic barrier if you continue to practice!"

Old man Sun had to take two steps forward and reach out to put his hand on the young man's shoulder.

The moment the palm of his hand was on the young man's shoulder, the young man's shoulder shook, and he turned around and slashed at Old Man Sun.

Yama's sword was wrapped in the wind, and the dragon finch in the ring suddenly spun.

The dragon sparrow whispered and exploded in the ears of the two of them!

After practicing the knife for more than seven days, the dragon bird ring of the knife in the young man's hand has never sounded, and the sound of the dragon bird is not a good thing.

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the knife roars, and the final sound is sent, as long as the Yama Jue knife has a low sound of dragon sparrows, it is the knife holder who wants to kill!

The scabbard smashed into Old Man Sun's head with the force of gravel, but the old man's eyes were cold, his fingers were closed, and his backhand pointed at the scabbard.

Silently, a finger floated like a ghost, and in an instant, it blocked the scabbard of the strong wind.

The withered fingers looked like dead branches, as if they would be broken by the slightest touch of the scabbard.

It was just these two fingers that blocked the knife of the thousand powers.

This knife is the most successful and proudest knife for young people in the past seven days, and it can only be cut out of the realm of selflessness, and it has the meaning of half a human knife as one.

The young man's eyes were blank, not knowing what had just happened.

The dragon bird pattern at the head of the ring of the Yama Absolute Blade was still spinning, and the sound became more and more harsh.

Old man Sun blocked the knife with two fingers, sighed and said, "The knife, it's not like this!"