A very long story accompanied by Yang Qing's tears. A not-long night accompanied by Zhang Xiaodao's sighs and feelings.

When the firecrackers rang out on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Zhang Xiaodao decided to forget Yang Qing's story for the time being, not only because this story was too shocking and incredible. It was also because he needed time to think about some questions, which obviously had no answers in this story.

In the following days, Zhang Xiaodao was particularly leisurely. In addition to spending most of his time sleeping and practicing "Wuwang Physical Practice", he began to read.

Before leaving, Wang Luohan left many secret books, but Zhang Xiaodao burned them all when he left Lingyin County, but it was remembered in his mind.

So he did not read books by reading them by holding them, but instead used his strong memory to read them repeatedly in his mind.

Among them, Zhang Xiaodao has passed by the mind for more than a thousand times in "Fist Interpretation", and his effect is extremely obvious. In any close combat, there are no moves that he cannot see through, which makes Li Yi feel that he has a natural sense of sensitivity to the battle situation.

His recent focus is on two other secret books, namely "Drawing the Sheath" and "The Thirteen Styles of the Wild Sword".

"Out of the Sheath" has only a few hundred words, but it is profound and profound.

Beginners need to get started with a breath when the sharp blade is unsheathed. In a more advanced way, it is the combination of form and intention, the combination of intention and qi, and the combination of qi and spirit. Only when the qi, intention, form and spirit are linked together can it be considered a complete success.

"Thirteen Styles of the Wild Sword" talks about the sword technique. Among them, the thirteen styles are chopping, chopping, picking, reverse, picking, blocking, stabbing, stirring, wiping, hanging, emptying, and cutting.

Every seemingly extremely basic style requires thousands of training, and it is considered an introduction to the original. When you practice it to the depth, you will have strange wonders and hidden opportunities for ghosts and gods to be unexpected.

"The Thirteen Styles of the Wild Sword" naturally comes from the Great Wilderness. If it were someone else, he would never accept enemies. However, Zhang Xiaodao does not have such a vision. In his opinion, using things from the Great Wilderness to kill people in the Great Wilderness is the most wonderful thing.

For this wonderful thing, Zhang Xiaodao made up his mind to practice the knife!

Practicing a knife may not be a big deal for ordinary people, but it is the most important thing for Zhang Xiaodao and even for Bian Juner.

Because once a decision is made, it means being with you for life. Whether it is a sword, gun, sword, halberd, it needs to be tempered year after year, day after day before it can be improved step by step. A weapon that has been with you for many years is definitely not less important to improving the strength of the Qi practitioner than the realm of vitality.

For example, the Sword Saw in the academy has reached the point where he has no sword in his hand but has a sword in his heart. I remember that when he held a grass in his hand, he broke the Wanliu City Wall, which was caused by the incomparable sword intent.

Although Zhang Xiaodao has been working hard to improve his realm recently, he also understands that the competition among Qi trainers is far more than the realm. On the macro point, what is competition is about comprehensive quality. If you refine it, you will be the realm of vital energy, tactics against the enemy, external weapons, exquisite moves, and even vision, psychological quality, etc. can all affect who the victory scale in the life-and-death showdown is tilted towards.

Therefore, he would never naively think that after ten years of possessing the "Sleeping Heart Sutra", he could become a master. If he wanted to leave some decent traces in the Great Wilderness, he would have to make more efforts and improve his overall quality.

Practicing a knife is Zhang Xiaodao's second step, and what he wants to practice is not an ordinary knife, but a pig-killing knife that is only one foot per inch.

This pig-killing sword was enshrined in the butcher shop since he was born. He killed the leader of the Great Wilderness, Bari and his body, once thought that this pig-killing sword was just a little sharper than an ordinary knife. Only then did Zhang Xiaodao realize the extraordinaryness of this pig-killing sword.

For this reason, Zhang Xiaodao also took the time to visit the sword-using figures in the Guards. After more than ten days of thinking, he understood a truth.

Short knife, risk!

For this reason, he began to analyze the steep moves in "The Thirteen Styles of the Waste Sword", and unknowingly, this was a bit special for him.

After the New Year, the cold winter had faded. The spring rain fell one after another for more than ten days, but Zhang Xiaodao did not see any spring scenery in Yiguan. The withered flowers and plants on the surface of the small flower building did not produce fresh and tender green buds.

Yang Qing said that it would probably take one month to be alive for this small flower building, but Zhang Xiaodao couldn't wait for a month. Jiawuying started under the spring rain, so he naturally had to set off with Jiawuying.

Before leaving, Yang Qing took out an ivory-like pendant worn by a red rope and hung it on Zhang Xiaodao's neck, saying that this thing can keep you safe.

Zhang Xiaodao picked up the pendant, looked carefully at the dense patterns on the surface of the ivory pendant, and said curiously: "Is the pattern on this cloud?"

"Yeah, it's cloud."

The two of them smiled and waved goodbye.

On the day I left the city, the drizzle was temporarily stopped, but the haze in the sky was still heavy, making people breathless.

Zhang Xiaodao was wearing the standard light armor of the Guards of the Armenian Guards, and straddled the war horse long sword with his white jade bow on his back. He walked beside Wu Daxiong with a pale face.

The reason for pale is very simple. Both the Jiawu Camp and the other eight camps that drove at the same time were very solemn, so solemn that a murderous aura spreads in the military.

There were no military orders along the way, only tens of thousands of border troops breathed, heartbeats, and even footsteps in unison.

I wonder if it was because of this that Zhang Xiaodao felt more and more murderous intent. It was even more pressing than this gloomy sky, but he really felt the coldness of the cold weapon era.

Only one incense stick of journey made Zhang Xiaodao feel as if he had walked for two hours. When he finally stepped onto the brick-red land with the team, the pressure was slightly relieved.

Wu Daxiong no longer had a stern face at this time, but joked: "My face is pale, look at your promising prospect."

Zhang Xiaodao was a little embarrassed. His performance just now was indeed very different from his performance when he came to the border army, but he was always open-minded and replied: "I have never experienced this situation, so I am naturally a little uncomfortable."

This sentence made many people laugh gently. I believe that when they first stepped out, they were nowhere near the time when they were not as good as the first time they were replacing defense, they were nowhere near Zhang Xiaodao.

The Jiawu Camp, which was out of Yiguan, accelerated at the command of Wu Daxiong. They had to arrive at Qinglong Gorge in three days and then start a three-month-long sentry life.

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Three days later, Jiawu Camp arrived as promised to reach Qinglong Gorge where they needed to be stationed. It was already far away from Jiyi Pass and entered the Great Wilderness.

The terrain of Qinglong Gorge is dangerous, so it is named after the road in the gorge is like a green dragon, but the border army prefers to call it a stone forest.

The reason why it is called the stone forest is because the strange rocks in Qinglong Gorge are rugged. The strange rocks are like an old man who is leaning on crutches, clouds in the sky, flames and scorching sun, and the strange rocks are like plump women.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was particularly tired after three days of rushing marches, did not pay attention to the strange scenery in front of him. Wu Nobita quickly changed defense with Bian Jun'er at the garrison and left him without time to enjoy the scenery.

There were all kinds of handovers, so busy that my feet were not touching the ground. It was late at night. Zhang Xiaodao and his brothers in the camp ate the cold steamed buns like wolves and tigers, and immediately fell asleep.

The next morning, Zhang Xiaodao opened his eyes, and yesterday's fatigue was wiped out, but he felt that the tent was really cold. He lit the charcoal brazier lightly and walked out of the tent as his brothers snores.

A rising sun was hanging high, and the breeze came to the west with the creepy coldness of early spring. Zhang Xiaodao picked up a huge rock like an old turtle and jumped up, took out the pig-killing knife and started to chop in a very good manner.

Zhang Xiaodao is a person who will break down the process of this goal into countless levels and move up step by step once he has a goal.

The same is true for practicing swords. He will never be happy with martial arts, so he only practices one move to "slash" in the initial practice of practicing swords.

He didn't figure out any tricks when practicing. After all, the days of practicing knife are short, but he tried his best to kill each knife, causing the air to explode.

At this time, snoring sounds were heard one after another in the camp, but the sound was not harsh, but for some reason it disturbed Wu Daxiong.

After Wu Daxiong opened the camp, he could naturally see Zhang Xiaodao, who was standing at the high-ranking camp. Seeing that he was fully focused, he used all his strength to smile with each knife. He came to Dashi and cursed: "If you practice the knife, just practice the knife. It's not okay to make a small sound."

Zhang Xiaodao has never felt awe of the boss of the Jiawu Camp who knocked him out at his most majestic moment, but he still scared Wu Daxiong.

"Wu Daxiong, someone nicknamed Xiong Sandao, kid wants to worship you as his teacher today."

Wu Daxiong immediately cursed: "You boy is shameless."

Zhang Xiaodao smiled, put down the pig-killing knife, and immediately began a series of flatteries.

Wu Daxiong was naturally very proud of his heroes' past. Before he knew it, he was already confused and simply said, "You can teach you how to kill you, but you can't tell the word "master".

Zhang Xiaodao was about to speak, and then he had a bunch of flattery. He was ready to learn Wu Daxiong's sword in a righteous manner, but Wu Daxiong was extremely determined: "There are rules in the army, and the teaching is glorious and not a teacher, otherwise there will be too many relationships within the Yiguan Pass, so don't argue about this."

Zhang Xiaodao could only say: "Okay, then how do you think I should practice this knife?"

Wu Nobita's answer was even more refreshing: "It's hard to get started with a short knife. I'll find you a heavy big knife tomorrow. I'll swing it tens of thousands of times first." After that, he sat under the stone, feeling leisurely.

Zhang Xiaodao's concept of "it's difficult to get started with a short knife", but Wu Daxiong is an expert in knives, so there is a reason. Since the short knife is not good, he pulled out the long sword of the war horse at his waist and began to slash again and again.

In just one stick of incense, Zhang Xiaodao was already sweating profusely.

Wu Daxiong, who had been watching Zhang Xiaodao on the side, frowned and said, "Have you ever played with a knife before?"

Zhang Xiaodao nodded and said, "Yes, my butcher shop is the one."

Wu Daxiong pondered. Zhang Xiaodao was very interesting in practicing the knife. According to his observation, Zhang Xiaodao swung three hundred swords in this stick of incense. The direction of the knife was consistent without any deviation. This kind of fine control was not like a young man playing with the knife.

After a while, he raised his head and said, "Start today, you will be by my side, your hands will never leave the knife, and you will have to hug me when you sleep. If you can take time, you will swing the knife."

"Okay." Zhang Xiaodao nodded, naturally he couldn't find it.
Chapter completed!