Chang Siguo held the two ends of the unedged stone knife with both hands, resisted the inverted arc with his shoulders, struggled with his whole body, and shouted "get up".
The stone knife inserted into the whole stone shook and made a "chichi" sound, and there was a slight movement upward.
Chang Siguo's face turned red and his ears bulged, and his veins bulged. He persisted in doing the exercise for a word, and finally he was so tired that he sat down on the ground. He held the stone knife on his back and adjusted his breath for a long time before he got up, and slowly practiced Fuhu Jin nearby.
In the days that followed, every once in a while, Chang thought about trying to pull out a stone knife.
The old man and he had limited time for seven years. He couldn't even pull out the stone knife. How could he climb mountains and ridges with the stone knife on his back?
The pressure is like a mountain.
Chang Siguo began to make things more difficult for himself, tying stones to his back and practicing Wuji Jin in the lake.
Every night he meditates with his back on the stone knife and practices health-building skills until dawn. No matter how windy or rainy he is, he does not go back to the cave. His body is replenished with mana and true energy, and he is not afraid of any strong wind or rain. He subconsciously feels that doing this will help him. Some use.
Another three years have passed in the cycle of intense heat and severe cold.
Chang Siguo finally accumulated enough true energy to break through to the Four Tribulations Pulse Extension Realm in one breath. Because it was a re-cultivation, there was no bottleneck and he could advance as soon as the energy reached. The only thing lacking in this space was abundant spiritual energy and suitable elixirs. Speed up your practice.
After regulating his breath for several days, Chang Siguo felt the majestic power in his body, stretched out his arms, held the stone knife and roared fiercely.
"Chicha", slowly, he finally pulled the huge stone knife off the ground.
He staggered and persisted for a moment like a drunkard. Chang Siguo pushed the stone knife toward the woods, and there was a "boom". According to the old man, the stone knife weighing 120,000 kilograms was like a mountain tilting, crushing the thick trees along the way.
Achieving a small goal gave him a glimmer of hope, and the anxiety that had grown in his heart was released.
When he was practicing every day, he would hold the tip of the knife and drag it on the rocky ground, using his feet to use the power of yin and yang to relieve the huge pressure.
Using the stone knife as a toy, he dragged it for more than half a year. As his cultivation gradually deepened, he was able to hold the stone knife up to his shoulders and walk on the rocky ground for a while with a trembling step.
Having such a heavy guy pressing down on him greatly stimulated his use of Wuji Jin.
He tried every means to relieve the pressure on his body so that he could last as long as possible.
When there were twelve wooden sticks in the corner of the cave, Chang Siguo, who had suffered countless hardships, was able to walk step by step on the rocky ground for two-quarters of an hour with a stone knife on his back.
He spends most of the day with the stone knife. At night he meditates on the knife's surface and practices. During the day, he either resists or carries the stone knife on his back. Even when he is resting, he holds the stone knife with one hand and spins it around on the ground to practice Wuji Jin.
After grinding for another half a year, he made a breakthrough in the use of Wuji Jin, and his skills reached a new level. Finally, he could walk slowly on the muddy ground with a stone knife on his back, using the yin and yang force to disperse the pressure of the stone knife. The dilemma of stepping into a trap.
On this day, Chang Siguo walked back and forth in the valley with the stone knife on his shoulder, sweating profusely.
"It would be nice if this stone knife could be made smaller. It's too big and it's in the way."
Chang Siguo muttered to himself, and suddenly he stood still on the rock. He felt that the stone knife had shrunk significantly.
Can it still be like this? Chang Siguo tentatively said, "It will be easier to carry if you make it smaller."
Silently, the stone knife shrank by more than ten feet.
Chang Siguo suddenly became energetic and said, "Make it smaller, make it smaller."
The stone knife shrank down again and again very spiritually, just like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel. As he shouted, it shrank again and again. Although the weight did not decrease, it finally shrank into an unedged stone knife with a length of more than four feet. You can no longer narrow it down and only give up after thinking about your faults.
Chang Siguo resisted the stone knife and felt much better.
Since then, in addition to the boring practice of walking with a stone knife, he can also dance a stone knife weighing thousands of pounds with both hands and practice knife skills on rocks with a posture full of flaws.
The speed cannot be fast, and strive to maintain coordination and balance between the body and the stone knife.
This poses a new test for his use of Wuji Jin. He must be able to mobilize his whole body's strength to achieve a delicate balance.
"Dong", every step, the vibration echoed.
The ground shook and spread to the lakeside a hundred feet away, causing ripples.
Repeatedly, he practiced knife skills with stone knives on the rocks in the valley. There were deep and shallow footprints left on the rocks. Slowly the footprints became shallower and disappeared. Although he danced slowly with the knife in one hand, he was able to maintain balance and balance. Basic footwork.
Every sword move and every move looks slow, but the inherent strength cannot be underestimated.
In this squeezing and extreme state of cultivation, his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and the stone knife in his hand gradually seemed to be light and heavy.
Later, when he could carry this stone knife to hunt thirty miles away, climb mountains and ridges, and feel as if he was walking on flat ground, the old man's emotionless voice came to his ears, "Shan begins the next stage of sharpening the knife."
Chang Siguo's heart had been tempered to the point where he could not waver, and he made a steady gesture with his sword in hand and said "Yes"
The sound was slightly loud, scaring away a group of green sheep ahead.
Chang Siguo glanced at it and asked, "Senior, please tell me how to sharpen a knife."
When he was studying weapon refining in the Baqi Invincible Sect, he had mastered traditional knife sharpening, as well as using his mind to control the flames in the virtual cauldron to sharpen and sharpen the magic weapon. He wanted to hear about this unreasonably heavy weapon. What methods are allowed for sharpening stone knives?
The old man's voice came "grind"
After waiting for a while, there was no second word prompt.
Chang Siguo got the answer and said "yes". He understood that he couldn't use the water-breaking knife at his waist. Although the magic power in his body was strong, he couldn't use flames. So, he had to find a sharpening stone that was big enough and easy to use. .
Don't be impatient, grab the stone knife and climb up and down in the forest to go around to the other side.
It took him several times longer to hunt with a stone knife than usual, but he felt it was worth it. This was another kind of training.
Hiding behind a bush about a hundred feet away from the next water source, Chang Siguo took off the bamboo bow and bamboo arrows, held the handle of the knife upside down with his right hand, held the bow with his left hand, and slowly pinched the arrow with two fingers of his right hand to hook the string.
With such a simple movement, he destroyed no less than ten bow strings and broke dozens of bamboo arrows. It took him several days to get used to it.
The stone knife is held upside down in the palm of the hand, making it extremely difficult to control the strength of the two fingers.
Concentrate your mind, draw the bow string in a very slow motion, pause for a moment, and then release the bow string.
"Boom", the bamboo arrow flashed and turned into an afterimage that passed through the gap between the trees and hit the neck of the wild boar drinking water by the water. It penetrated and nailed the wild boar weighing more than 300 kilograms to the rocky ground about ten feet away. The animals and birds dispersed with a cooing sound, and even a few wild wolves hiding in the distance slipped away with their tails tucked between their legs.
Everyone knows that the terrifying human hunter is here.
Chang Siguo slowly carried the bamboo bow on his back and slowly climbed up the hill while carrying the stone knife.
A line of shallow footprints was made on the wet mud. On the road, whether it was wet land or mud, there were radiating fine cracks, some of which extended for many feet.
He used his superb Wuji Jin technique to spread the weight of the stone knife.
He walked steadily to the edge of the water source, leaned over and punched the still struggling wild boar on the head. He controlled the force and did not beat the pig's head to pieces. He lifted one of the wild boar's hind legs with his left hand, as if it was nothing, and turned back. Walk step by step towards your residence.
After lunch, I often thought about wandering around the mountains and plains carrying a stone knife.
When he saw a large stone, he gently poked the surface with the stone knife in his hand to check the material and fineness of the stone. His walking now was equivalent to practicing martial arts and did not delay business.
Three days later, I selected a piece of lapis lazuli that was about ten feet large and spent some time walking back to the lake.
For ordinary mortals, sharpening a knife is a meticulous and patient job.
As long as you take the time, an iron rod can be ground into a needle.
For Chang Silai at this time, sharpening a knife was definitely a physical job. Although the length of a four-foot stone knife weighing thousands of pounds was not a problem, it was quite difficult to push it on the stone and rub it at a certain angle.
Tired of hard work and hard work, he could only sharpen his knife day and night.
As spring passes and autumn comes, the harsh "scratching" sound at the mouth of the valley rarely stops.
The grinding water that flows along the stream to the lake gradually dyes a section of the stream more than a hundred feet and the area of several tens of feet of lake water into a delicate blue-black color with a slight golden sheen.
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