Just as Fengchen was about to give up and wanted to go to the second floor to look for it, the voice of the curse suddenly sounded in his head, "Boy, wait, I seem to have found something good." ”

"Where?" Feng Chen's spirit immediately came when he heard this.

But when he followed the guidance of the curse, Fengchen was suddenly disappointed. Because what the curse said turned out to be a basic sword technique of the Yellow Rank Rankless, just looking at the thick dust on it, I knew that it hadn't been touched for a long time.

With a skeptical attitude, Fengchen picked up the basic knife trick and looked at it slightly, and sure enough, it was a knife trick that was so basic that it could no longer be basic.

"Isn't the kid disappointed?" As if he knew what Feng Chen was thinking, the voice of the curse sounded again, "Don't be empty in front of Baoshan and don't know, this basic sword technique is definitely a treasure book that is hard to change for you now." ”

Fengchen was about to refute, but the curse continued: "Don't be unconvinced, you kid, you have to practice knives, don't say that you have done the basic knife skills, just say that you know a few, right? You're going to "cut".

The characteristics of knife art are: brave and fast, imposing, strong and powerful, like a tiger. The knife, "its usage, only to the body method as the key, jumping over the distance, the eyes are fast and the hands are quick", and requires the knife to be changed with the body and the body and weapons are coordinated. Can you do it?

The routines of knife art are: self-selected knife, Bagua knife, Longxing knife, big knife, Pu knife, single knife, double knife, plum blossom knife, eight-pole knife, Liuhe knife, Spring and Autumn knife, hob knife, etc., do you understand?

The main content of the knife method is the head knife, the brain-wrapping knife, the splitting knife, the machete, the knife, the hanging knife, the piercing knife, the spatula, the chopping knife, the sweeping knife, the knife, the Tibetan knife, the back knife, the frame knife, the knife, the wrist scissors, the wrist flower, etc... Will you?

I don't understand anything, I don't know anything, You still dare to look down on the basic knife technique?"

After a few rhetorical questions, Fengchen was speechless when he asked, and he held back the words that were about to be refuted. In the end, Fengchen didn't say anything, silently put away the basic knife technique in his hand and went to the old man to register. It's so embarrassing to be asked by the curse!

......

"Huh? You want to choose this basic knife book? You must know that you only have one chance, and you can't change it once you choose it. Next time, I'll have to pay contribution points. I'm afraid you don't know the preciousness of contribution points. The old man kindly reminded.

"The disciple is sure. The disciple thought that it was more important to lay a good foundation than to choose a powerful fighting skill. Feng Chenkou said duplicitously. He really wanted to lay a good foundation first, but he didn't want to lay such a foundation.

Thinking about his 10,000 contribution points again, Fengchen whispered in his heart, "A Yellow Rank Exercise Fighting Skill is only a hundred contribution points, I really don't think that the contribution points are so precious, but I obviously don't want to choose this basic sword technique, and there is a curse, so I can only pinch my nose and admit it." ”

However, all kinds of inadequacies here are not for outsiders, and Fengchen has to find a high-sounding reason for himself.

The old man didn't know what Fengchen was thinking, but when he heard what Fengchen said, he looked at Fengchen more and asked, "What's your name?"

"Disciple Feng Chen. ”

"Well, it's nice that you can think like that. Cultivation is the most taboo to be impetuous, impatient, and rash. The wood of the hug is born at the end of the millimeter, the nine-story platform starts from the soil, and the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step. Today's young people have long forgotten this, and they are so lofty and vain. ”

"Thank you, senior, the disciple has been taught. Fengchen bowed to the old man convincingly. The old man's words really shocked Fengchen, and he was secretly ashamed of his previous thoughts.

In fact, this truth spell also told Fengchen, but this guy is always in shape, so Fengchen didn't care too much. Now listening to the old man's words, Fengchen was shocked to realize that he had almost taken a fork in the road.

"Okay, you go back, remember to send things back in three days. After bowing to the dust, the old man waved his hand and looked at the ancient books in his hand again. Obviously, although the wind and dust made him appreciate it a little, he didn't care too much.

"This old guy is a bit of a real talent. The lazy voice of the curse sounded in Fengchen's mind.

Fengchen was accustomed to this guy's special existence, and continued to look at the basic knife technique in his hand. Sinking down and getting into it, I have to say that it is indeed a great benefit. The Datong mentioned before the curse is recorded above, and there are also many knife skills and moves, which can be said to be "close to the Tao".

"The next step is to start the formal cultivation. Fengchen thought in his heart.

It is not every day that the ancestors of the sect preach the teachings, and they have to wait for three days to see it. The resources provided by the sect are distributed once a month on a fixed date, and it is not yet time.

For the behemoth of the Secret Cloud Sect, one more wind and dust is like adding a drop of water to the sea. Fengchen didn't want to stir up any storms, he joined the Secret Cloud Sect just to cultivate, there was nothing big at the moment, and he focused on cultivation.

I almost got lost when I came to the Scripture Pavilion before, and the wind and dust were not without gain. Although there are many disciples in the Secret Cloud Sect, the place is also large, and in general, it can be said that the land is vast and sparsely populated. Therefore, Fengchen was lucky to find a rare purple bamboo forest in the back mountain, which could be used as a place for cultivation.

Thinking of this, Fengchen directly changed his path and headed for the Purple Bamboo Forest. The whole body belongings are in the jade pendant world, and the wind and dust don't need to be cleaned up. As for eating, just hunt a small beast and solve it.

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On the moon, the black hooves, the wind and dust were covered with bloodstains, lying in a clearing opened up by themselves in the purple bamboo forest, looking at the slightly missing full moon. This was his first night in the Secret Cloud Sect, and it was also a solid step for him to become stronger.

In the bright moonlight, Fengchen seemed to see the stern father, the loving mother, and anxiously shouted, "Young master, slow down." Sister Zhixiang's face.

"It's coming, it's coming... Father, mother, Sister Zhixiang, have you seen it? Fengchen has joined the Secret Cloud Sect of the Hidden World Sect, I am getting stronger, and one day I will avenge you. Fengchen clenched his fists and whispered.

Tears slipped unconsciously, and Fengchen laughed at himself, "Crying, how can I cry, my tears should have dried up, and my heart should have stiffened." I when... Strong. ”

Then he sat up cross-legged with trembling and began to continue his cultivation.

The bright moon hooks the sorrow of people, and also arouses the hatred in the heart. Usually I was pressed in my heart and deliberately didn't think about it, but today it broke out suddenly, and Fengchen found that he was still in so much pain. for the moon of that night was like this night.

"Alas, crazy, crazy, is this kid going to train himself to death? The curse floated out, shouting at the scars on Fengchen's body.

This wound, it is to see with your own eyes how the wind and dust get it. Feng Chen's life-threatening cultivation is as if the silk threads of the formation in the Gathering Spirit Bone Shaving Array are not cut on his body.

"Alas, he's also a miserable man. At last, the curse could only sigh.

"Huh?" Suddenly, the curse seemed to sense something, and a dodge disappeared again.

At this moment, a purple bamboo leaf thousands of kilometers away sank slightly, and there was an additional figure on it. His gaze fell on Fengchen in the bamboo forest across a thousand kilometers, and when he saw the blood stains and scars on Fengchen's body, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was soon relieved again. It's just that his gaze is fixed on Fengchen, as if he is coming specifically for Fengchen.

All these curses were perceived, and the wind and dust of cross-knee cultivation were unaware, and the curse unexpectedly did not remind the wind and dust.

Two hours had passed, and it was midnight. The wind and dust are harvested, and a breath of turbidity comes out of the abdomen. After some cultivation, the turbulent mood has calmed down. With the support of the rich aura around him, his cultivation has also improved, and he is closer to the condensing vein.

As for the wounds left in the Gathering Spirit Bone Shaving Array, there were only some subtle traces left. This is due to the fact that Feng Chen's recovery power has greatly increased after cultivating the mystical exercises, and it is also because the aura that collapses after the filament is broken accelerates the healing of the wound.

Fengchen felt that his body seemed to have become a little stronger, and he didn't know if it was because the Gathering Spirit Shaving Array that the curse said would help refine his body.

Standing up and moving his muscles and bones, Fengchen picked up a bamboo knife and began to practice the knife technique.

Four types of starting hands: knife holding type, hidden knife type, knife drawing type, knife type.

The knife light flashed, the long knife flew, and the basic knife technique based on chopping, chopping, wiping, and belt was slashed on the purple bamboo along the white traces.

These white marks are all left by the previous knife of the wind and dust, and each knife of the wind and dust strives to be the same as the previous knife.

When practicing the knife at the beginning, the horse's steps should be wide, and the center of gravity should be low in order to stabilize the body. Open and close in order to stretch the muscles and bones, and clarify the knife position. For example, when studying books, practice big characters first and then small characters, the purpose is to be meticulous in the small characters. The knife technique is also practiced from wide open and large to light and fine without loss.

However, although Fengchen had not systematically practiced knife techniques before, his rich combat experience and excellent physical fitness made him have good control and could control the knife accurately. So his practice also goes straight to the stage of subtle mastery.

Fengchen slashed out dozens of knives in an instant, and the knives all hit the marks, and the amazing accuracy made it hard to believe that this was the handiwork of a beginner in knife skills.

"Alas, I still can't perfectly control the long knife in my hand. Fengchen stopped to check the knife marks, and added many new traces, obviously because his control over the knife was not enough, and the landing point was deviated.

Although the farthest is only half a finger deviation, Fengchen is still very dissatisfied. The real battle is not to mention half a finger, even if it is a small difference, it may be the distance between life and death.

Thinking of this, Fengchen raised his knife again and stared at the blade. The long knife made of bamboo seems to exude a metal-like glow. Then the bamboo knife waved, and the wind and dust carefully felt the rhythm of the blade tearing the air.

Fengchen wielded the knife very slowly, as if an old man of fashionable age was stretching his muscles. Swing the knife, retract the knife, swing the knife, retract the knife, swing the knife, retract the knife... In this way, again and again, Fengchen forgot the troubles, forgot the time, and only remembered to swing the knife and collect the knife.

I don't know how long it took, when Fengchen swung the knife again, the long knife flashed away, as fast as lightning. After a moment of silence, a thick purple bamboo fell in front of Feng Chen.

At this time, the morning sun is rising, and the morning light reflects the resolute face of the young man who closes his eyes and ponders. The shadow, stretched a little long, comes from the rising sun.