When Fang Jie saw the old cripple's knife under the dead plum tree in the backyard of Hongxiuzhao, he stood there stupidly like a dead branch of the plum tree. Only when the old cripple finished using his saber skills did he realize how wrong he was.
One-style knife, not one-stroke knife method.
One style of knife is one way of knife method.
Not to mention how amazing the power of this saber technique is, just the way the saber is used can scare people to death.
The word knife knife goes, and the angle of each knife is so weird that people think that the arm of the knife maker is broken. Because in anyone's eyes, it is impossible for a normal person's arm to have so many changes. The human wrist can exert force in six directions, which is already the limit of the flexibility of the human arm joints. But the old cripple's elbow was even more flexible than his wrist.
How can a normal person bend his elbow in the opposite direction
Who would have predicted it if it came out like this
So Fang Jie was stupid, completely stupid. He subconsciously looked at his right arm, imagining the scene where his arm was bent back, and a layer of goose bumps immediately popped up. The more he thought about the appearance of his broken arm, the more chilly and fearful he felt in his heart. He didn't doubt at all now, whether all the bones in the old cripple's body were broken, so that he could bend and ruin his limbs at will.
"This... is too difficult."
Fang Jie swallowed hard, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked hesitantly: "If I want to practice this type of knife, do I need to break all the bones in my body first and can't do it?" Go pick it up? Then gradually adapt to the many more joint positions in the body, but what I can't figure out is... how can the muscles stand it?"
"Bones can bear it, so why can't meat bear it?"
After using one type of saber technique, fine beads of sweat appeared on the old cripple's forehead. It can be seen that at his age, many things still cannot be changed.
He threw the rusty knife in his hand on the ground, and sat down on a rock to drink and pant: "This knife technique is what I relied on when I first walked in the rivers and lakes fifty years ago. Back then, I did a lot of murder and robbery. Sword skills are also well-known in the Jianghu. It’s just that as you get older and lose your temper, you don’t use this knife technique gradually. There has been no one style of knife in Jianghu for 50 years, and even if you learn how to use it, no one will know it. "
He waited for his breathing to gradually calm down and said: "This saber technique is too vicious and vicious, the strangeness of the saber handling is all due to the strange mind, the heart is ruthless, and the saber is ruthless."
"You think I'm cruel?"
Fang asked.
The old cripple smiled and said: "Everyone is unwilling to believe that there is violence in their hearts, and no one dares to face the urge to kill in their hearts. The pleasure of killing mostly exists in dreams, and once they wake up, they often have to pretend to blame themselves It doesn't matter whether you are a vicious person or not, what matters is whether you want to learn this vicious sword technique."
"One style of knife, the way and angle of each knife is hard to think and predict. If you fight with people with this kind of knife, even people with much higher martial arts skills than you will be forced to panic by you. Because it violates people's normal thinking, it boils down to a tricky word."
The old cripple paused for a moment and said with some self-mockery: "No matter what you do, if you put all your heart into this tricky word, you will inevitably fall behind. When I was young, I only pursued the pleasure of killing and indulged in love and hatred, so my thoughts were inevitably extreme. This type of knife is also extreme, and it can even be said that there are hundreds of sects in the world, and there is no martial art that is more cunning and vicious than a type of knife."
Fang Jie nodded, and he also agreed with the old cripple's words.
No matter anyone or anything, as long as you get into the word "sly", you will indeed appear to be inferior and lose your integrity.
But in this world, there is nothing fair and bright.
So Fang Jie smiled and said: "The lowest form of the lower form is the superior form. Whether it is cunning or not, as far as the knife technique of this type of knife is concerned, it is the superior form. The cruelty of the knife technique lies in the cruelty of the heart. If the heart is not He is vicious, even with a vicious sword technique, he can still display a somewhat dignified demeanor."
He said something that made the old cripple very happy, and he flattered him very well.
"I haven't seen how you used a knife fifty years ago, and I don't know how vicious the Yishi knife was fifty years ago. But seeing you use this knife technique today, apart from shock and surprise, there is nothing but endless admiration Yes. There is nothing sinister in the sword technique, on the contrary, it is an aboveboard expression of bringing the potential of the human body to the extreme."
The old cripple was stunned, and then couldn't help laughing and cursing shamelessly.
Fang Jie has never been a person who would feel guilty for being shameless, so he smiled and asked: "In another month, the Martial Arts Academy will start the exam. In one month, how good can I be in sword skills?"
The old cripple thought about it carefully and said, "What matters is... how much perseverance you have."
Fang Jie was silent, thought for a while and suddenly swung his right arm and slammed it across. His right forearm slammed into the dead plum tree. The arm bone was also broken in two. Gritting his teeth, Fang Jie held the severed arm with the other hand and folded it backwards at a 90-degree angle. It looked like it could scare people into a cold sweat. Just like just now, the broken arm he imagined in his mind looked exactly the same.
The old cripple narrowed his eyes, then shook his head and cursed: "Yesterday I said you were smart, but today I found out that you are a fucking idiot! Before I finished speaking, you broke your arm, broke it!" How can you practice the knife? Damn... you say you are ruthless and you become ruthless, don’t you ask me if I have any tricks to reverse the joints?”
Fang Jie pushed back the severed arm, and the sweat on his forehead, the size of a soybean grain, was already dripping down his face. He picked up a broken plum tree branch from the ground, bit down a sleeve with his teeth, and tied the broken branch to his broken arm with his hands and mouth. After the binding, the back of his clothes was already wet with sweat.
The old cripple didn't help, and was still cursing endlessly.
Even the more scolding, the more angry.
Fang Jie fell down on the ground, reached out and took a sip of the old cripple's wine gourd, then wiped the sweat off his face and said with a smile, "A person who is too smart can't concentrate on anything else, so he must find a way to keep himself from distracting himself. There is no way to go. I have practiced swords for a month, and I only have one arm. I guess I don’t have the time to think about how to opportunistically."
"Are you a fool?"
The old cripple asked him after he was taken aback.
Fang Jie nodded and replied seriously: "Idiot, very idiot!"
"Old man, which hand did you use to wield the knife just now?"
"Right hand."
"Now my right hand is broken."
Fang Jie said seriously: "Then you can only teach me the left-handed knife?"
The old cripple's expression changed, and he suddenly realized Fang Jie's intentions. His shoulders trembled slightly, he bent down and picked up the rusty knife and handed it to Fang Jie's left hand. After being silent for a while, he looked into Fang Jie's eyes and asked word by word: "How did you know... I'm the best at left-handed knives?"
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When a gecko encounters danger, it will actively snap off its own tail to attract enemies and escape by itself. A wild wolf is caught by a hunter's iron clip, and it will bite off that leg by itself and run away.
Beside the dead plum in the backyard of Hongxiu Zhao, Fang broke his right arm.
The old cripple's face changed, but Fang Jie, who had been an idiot for a while, didn't seem to have any regrets or annoyance.
He used this kind of way that can be said to be tragic, or in a way that can be said to be vicious, to replace the old cripple with a knife in his left hand. No one knows how he saw it. When the old cripple asked, he didn't say anything. The old cripple hadn't walked the rivers and lakes for fifty years, and the name of Lord Luo, the left-handed knife who was feared on the green forest road in the south of the Yangtze River fifty years ago, had long been forgotten. Fifty years of ups and downs in the rivers and lakes, the newcomers have long since replaced the old ones.
Who remembers his left hand knife
Fang Jie is not left-handed, he eats, drinks and even wipes his butt with his right hand. But now he broke his right arm without the slightest hesitation. Perhaps only a lunatic can do such a thing.
So the old cripple was a little distracted, and couldn't help asking: "Do you have a deep hatred?"
Fang Jie shook his head.
"What specific purpose do you have that must be achieved?"
The old cripple asked again.
Fang Jie thought for a while, then shook his head. So far, he doesn't seem to have any unwavering purpose whether he is in Fangu or in the imperial capital. He wanted to enter Yanwu Academy, but if he couldn't enter, he wouldn't commit suicide by throwing himself into the river. The best thing to do is to be a civil servant if he can't get into the Academy of Martial Arts, and if he can't do it, he won't regret it. He has never been a person who can't get out after getting into a dead end. He may have regrets, but regrets are by no means the main theme.
"There is no long-term consideration, just to enter the Martial Arts Academy right now, is it worth it?"
The old cripple asked again.
Fang Jie pondered for a long time, nodded and said, "It's worth it."
The old cripple didn't continue to ask, but just looked at the rusty knife in Fang Jie's left hand and murmured: "You have the basics of using a knife and you have already entered the room with a knife. You can practice a style of knife with your right hand. Within a month, it will be difficult to even a small Cheng. At the very least, it can be used in a decent manner, which can be regarded as getting started... But now I switch to my left hand, and it's difficult to get started in a month."
After saying this, he turned and walked away, seemingly full of regret. But Fang Jie couldn't help laughing when he looked at the old cripple's back, he was very cheap.
"Let me see if you can play some tricks."
The old cripple who walked a dozen steps sat in the recliner, squinting his eyes. He didn't drink much, but he looked slightly drunk.
Fang Jie nodded and took a deep breath.
Close your eyes, and carefully recall the saber technique that the old cripple used before.
One to practice, one to watch.
One scolds, one gets scolded.
In a hurry, the old cripple jumped up and kicked, whoever got kicked giggled and didn't mind at all.
About 100 meters away from where they practiced their swords was the three-story wooden building in the front yard of Hongxiu Zhao. The wooden building is very large, and there are at least hundreds of rooms in the upper and lower floors, not including the very large main hall on the first floor. There are many people and strength is great. Last night in the middle of the night, with the efforts of the girls from Hongxiu Zhao, the servants and the neighbors, the building has been cleaned up. It's just because no one has lived in it for too long, and there is a musty smell that makes people smell uncomfortable.
The girls all live on the third floor, and there are still many rooms vacant for each of them. It can be seen from the large scale of Hongxiu Zhao at the beginning. The number of girls in Hongxiu Zhao was amazing.
Hongxiu Zhao is just a singing and dancing shop, not a brothel business.
In the imperial capital, it cannot be said that there are so many singing and dancing shops, but at any rate, there are dozens of well-known ones, and those who do not do skin and meat business and only focus on singing and dancing, this is the only one that has no semicolon. When the loyal prince Yang Qi raised his red sleeves to wave the flag, he said that he wanted to build the most elegant and pure singing and dancing hall in the imperial capital.
In his capacity, it is difficult to think about it.
Unless someone wants to die, he will ask the girls of Hongxiu Zhao whether to pick up guests or not.
The girls didn't fall asleep until dawn, so the building seemed a little empty. The entourage and servants were still busy arranging and tidying up. The housekeeper Tu Wu, who had a high status in the building, took two people out early to report to the Yamen of Chang'an Mansion, and then recruited some helpers.
Most of the people were asleep, but Xi Thrush didn't feel sleepy at all.
Or returning to the imperial capital after eleven years of absence made her somewhat emotional. She stood in front of the rear window of the wooden building and looked at the backyard in a daze. Standing motionless like this, I don't know whether what I see is the current scenery or the scenery eleven years ago.
After a long time, as if the picture was frozen, she slowly took a breath and asked the fairy-looking woman beside her: "I asked you on the way, what do you think of this young man."
She looked at the young man with a broken arm wielding a knife and asked again: "In order to practice the left-handed Yishi knife, I cut off my right arm. People with such courage, courage and wisdom are rare, at least in the Sui Dynasty. Now... what do you think of him. "
Dressed in white clothes, the dusty Xi Zhuxin looked at the young man's figure, her expression was eternally calm, as if nothing could disturb her state of mind. She looked out of the window but didn't know if the boy outside the window was in her eyes. After a moment of silence, she twitched a word of comment at the corner of her mouth.
"greedy."
Xi Huamei was slightly stunned, and then couldn't help but smile and said: "If you don't have greed, how can you be obsessed? If you don't have any attachments, how can you be successful? Greed... has always been the strongest and most lasting driving force for people to grow continuously. "