Sui Hezhi smiled awkwardly and said awkwardly: "Brother Ou, I just lost my composure, so... Hey, I'm sorry anyway."
Ouyang Ming nodded slowly and said, "Brother Sui, are you satisfied with this knife?"
Sui Hezhi's face suddenly showed a look of surprise, and he said in a trembling voice: "Oh, brother, are you really sure you want to give me this knife?"
Ouyang Ming said without hesitation: "If I didn't give it to you, why would I give it to you?"
"But, but..." Sui Hezhi hesitated for a moment and said: "This is an attribute saber. Not to mention a young soldier like me, even an ordinary fire chief cannot have attribute equipment!"
In the military camp, ten people are in one fire, and one hundred people are in one team. The fire chief is the leader of ten people and is considered the most junior officer.
Ouyang Ming smiled slightly and said, "Brother Sui, you are from General Chen's personal guard, how can you be compared with an ordinary little fire chief?"
Sui Hezhi immediately opened his mouth and said: "Brother Ou is indeed a sensible person. Haha, apart from the general's personal guards, I, Sui, really don't like anyone in the military camp."
Although this sentence contains a lot of exaggeration, it can also prove from another aspect how arrogant and domineering Chen Yifan's personal guards are.
Ouyang Ming smiled and said: "Brother Sui, I also have something to ask you for help."
Sui Hezhi's eyes lit up and he hurriedly patted his chest and said, "Brother Ou, please tell me something. As long as I, old Sui, can do it, I will go through mountains of swords and seas of fire without even frowning."
Ouyang Ming laughed and said, "Brother Sui, you are worrying too much. I just want to practice martial arts with you..." He paused and said word by word: "Practice practice."
Sui Hezhi was startled and said in surprise: "Brother Ou, didn't your martial arts have the guidance of the general himself?" He said seriously: "Are you tired of squatting on horseback?"
Ouyang Ming shook his head slightly and said: "Why is it annoying to squat on horseback? I just want to learn something practical as soon as possible."
Sui Hezhi sighed and said, "Hey, Brother Ou, what do you want me to say?" He thought about it seriously and said, "The most important thing for us martial arts practitioners is not actually all kinds of bells and whistles, but It's a grade, yes, it's a grade." He squatted down and punched out suddenly.
The power of this punch was so astonishing. The whistling wind of the punch blew past Ouyang Ming's side, causing his exposed skin to feel faint pain.
Sui Hezhi said in a deep voice: "Brother Ou, you understand. If you have my level, as long as you punch out, what else can you resist?"
Ouyang Ming was stunned and felt his body become cold. Yes, this punch was so powerful, how could he resist? If he had fought head-on, he might have been shot to death alive.
Sui Hezhi continued: "The general doesn't teach you skills, he just asks you to squat on a horse, just because he doesn't want you to be distracted. As long as you concentrate on cultivating the light of Dantian, to the point where your strength is exhausted, what else can't you learn? "
Ouyang Ming knew that he would never lie to others. If there was no variable like Zhang Yinfan in this military camp, he could indeed practice step by step and learn martial arts after meeting Chen Yifan's expectations.
In fact, the main purpose of an arms blacksmith practicing martial arts is to make the arms easier to control and make the arms more powerful.
Therefore, what they want to practice is the light of Dantian. As for martial arts, those useless skills, the arms blacksmiths will not take it seriously.
However, Ouyang Ming was different, because he knew that in a dark corner of the military camp, there was always a pair of snake-like eyes staring at him, making him not dare to slack off at all.
"Brother Sui, thank you for your kindness, but I still want to learn some self-defense skills. Please teach me!"
Sui Hezhi sighed and said, "Well, since you insist, I will teach you a set of military sword and boxing techniques."
Although he disagreed from the bottom of his heart, he couldn't say no when he took Ouyang Ming's sword.
Arriving at an open space in his yard, Sui Hezhi held a saber and started practicing.
While he was practicing, he kept talking about his sword skills and his experiences during the years of practicing sword skills. A set of sword skills ended quickly, and Sui Hezhi practiced another set of boxing skills and footwork. That footwork can actually be used in conjunction with sword skills and boxing skills. They are the simplest and most direct martial arts in the military.
However, precisely because of its simplicity and directness, it is also the most powerful killing technique.
When Sui Hezhi took action, whether it was boxing or sword skills, there was a strong killing intent. This skill may not be elegant, but it is what Ouyang Ming needs most at this time.
Sui Hezhi finished the drill and said: "I will only teach you once today, and you can memorize as many as you can. I will come back in three days to see how far you can practice."
Ouyang Ming's expression moved slightly and he said, "Thank you, Brother Sui."
Sui Hezhi patted the attribute saber on his waist and said with a wry smile: "You don't need to thank me. I should be the one thanking you."
Ouyang Ming's heart moved slightly and he said: "Brother Sui, if I want to go hunting in the jungle with you..."
Sui Hezhi waved his hand and said: "Don't even think about it! Hum, no one will take you there unless you get the approval of the general." He said seriously: "You are no longer a helper, but an arms forger. , No one can bear this responsibility except the general."
Ouyang Ming rolled his eyes and stopped forcing himself.
After sending Sui Hezhi away, Ouyang Ming also returned to his yard.
He closed his eyes and kept recalling everything he had just seen and heard in his mind. However, he soon discovered that he could not remember everything Sui Hezhi said.
Just when he was feeling annoyed and thinking about whether he should think of a way to let Sui Hezhi practice it again, the purple light hidden in his mind suddenly flashed past.
This light is already very familiar to Ouyang Ming, and it exists like an instinct.
Therefore, when it appeared, Ouyang Ming was not surprised or shaken at all.
The spiritual consciousness was naturally divided into two, but the spiritual consciousness that was divided and looked down from a high altitude had strange changes.
In the empty eyes of this spiritual consciousness, a figure suddenly appeared somewhere in the courtyard.
That figure was none other than Sui Hezhi. At this time, Sui Hezhi was practicing sword skills and kept talking about it.
Ouyang Ming watched and listened blankly, observing and experiencing it over and over again, putting all his thoughts into it.
Finally, he didn't know how many times he read it, and he finally understood it.
As a result, the spiritual consciousness that controls the body began to practice sword skills, boxing skills and footwork.
Although Ouyang Ming had thought about it beforehand, when he actually practiced, he found that his body was completely different from what he had imagined. With the same sword strike, Sui Hezhi's sword was extremely fierce, like a tiger descending from the mountain, full of aggressive power. However, the knife he struck from his body seemed to be weak and weak no matter how you looked at it.
Without a comparison between the two, it would be difficult for Ouyang Ming to discover the difference.
However, at this moment, half of his mental consciousness is like an outsider, and he can also practice sword skills on two bodies at the same time. Under such circumstances, even the smallest flaws can be seen clearly, let alone such a huge gap.
Ouyang Ming secretly sighed in his heart. Sui Hezhi's sword seemed simple, but he didn't know how many times he had to practice wielding it and fight with flesh and blood.
It is undoubtedly a fool's errand for him to want to learn the essence of it with just one blow.
If you want to master the battlefield sword skills like those of Sui Hezhi, you must work hard and hard. There are absolutely no shortcuts in this process.
In fact, ordinary arms blacksmiths, even if they can see the difference, will never put in the hard work to practice this sword technique that they have no use at all.
However, Ouyang Ming was full of interest in this. In other words, under the pressure of someone, he was forced to be interested.
"Huh..."
Another slash was struck. This slash was not Sui Hezhi's follow-up sword technique, but still the first sword he practiced. However, there is something else in this sword.
This was Ouyang Ming's modification after comparison and thinking, although he knew that it would be impossible to use this sword as well as Sui Hezhi in a short period of time. However, he can try to get closer to it.
One knife, one knife, one knife...
The sun slowly sets to the west, and the yard is filled with the afterglow of the setting sun.
And in this afterglow, Ouyang Ming's figure is still strong and healthy, although his shirt has long been thrown away, he is shirtless, and the sweat is flowing on his body like rain. However, he seems to be ignorant of all this hard work, and he is still practicing hard here one knife after another.
Finally, the sun went down and there was no more sunshine.
Ouyang Ming's figure paused, and he finally woke up from that environment.
With a pop, he fell to the ground, sweat flowing quickly to the ground and forming a small puddle.
His body was exhausted to the extreme, and it seemed that he could fall asleep just by closing his eyes. However, he did not give up, his eyes were still full of determination.
Ouyang Ming reluctantly stood up, with the weapon in his hand flashing, he circled the saber in a circle, then walked to the corner and fiercely inserted the saber into the beast that Sui Hezhi sent today.
After a moment, Ouyang Ming's face turned slightly red, and his extremely tired body was once again filled with powerful power that seemed to be endless.
A smile appeared on his lips, as happy as a baby.
Then, he stared straight ahead, his eyes sharp and firm, and he seemed to have a hint of murderous intent.
"kill!"
Ouyang Ming roared loudly, took a step forward, and slashed his head with a knife.
This blade, this blade's intention, and this momentum are exactly the same as those of Sui Hezhi!