Zhao Changhe, who left the crowd, turned to a corner and soon leaned against the wall gasping for breath as if exhausted.
This Blood Demon Kung Fu is really powerful, not only the speed at that time, but also after several people tried to pull it, but they couldn't pull it away. This power is a bit outrageous. I just practiced all night and all morning...
But it is indeed a big problem. After a while, I felt a little exhausted. I don't know if it was the sequelae of overdraft of Qi and blood, or because I felt guilty at the moment.
I was just pretending, I was angry, but I don’t know if Zhang Quan is dead or not... They just came here and started killing each other. I don’t know what kind of punishment they will receive?
However, at that moment the blood surged, who the hell cared so much... Maybe this was also one of the consequences of the Blood Demon Kung Fu? Or do you already have this factor?
"Do you regret it?" Teacher Sun's voice suddenly came from around the corner.
Zhao Changhe turned around to look, and saw Professor Sun leaning not far away with his arms folded, looking at him with a half-smile.
Zhao Changhe respected Mr. Sun, and lowered his head and said: "I have no regrets. How should I be punished for admitting it? If I don't show this momentum, in the future I can only cowardly give the food to others? I have lived that kind of cowardly life." It won’t work.”
"Ha..." Sun Jiaoxi interrupted: "The murderer, Zhao Changhe! I knew you had this kind of anger, needless to say. What I'm asking is, do you regret practicing the Blood Demon Kung Fu? That kind of reason has been affected. Feel."
"Uh..." Sure enough, it was the influence of the skills, not that he was so cruel. Zhao Changhe was very relieved and replied: "I have no regrets for the time being. It's such a good skill that I can't care about anything else. Speaking of teaching, I mean, Zhang Quan..."
"Dead." Professor Sun said very nonchalantly: "You dare to snatch the meat arranged by me? Provoke first, then kill. You are stupid and weak, so you will die."
Zhao Changhe knew that Sun Jianxi was probably responsible for him, so he lowered his eyebrows and said, "Thank you for teaching me..."
"Showing the virtues of a cultured person again." Sun Jiaoxi scolded: "Are you really here to take a scholar test?"
Zhao Changhe: "?"
Isn’t it right to thank you?
"Just now, did you try to make peace with Zhang Quan? What about now? Who is not afraid of you! This is how peace comes!" Sun Jiaoxi sneered: "I was there when you killed Luo Zhenwu. I saw you You are so powerful and know how to be a gangster, so you can only mention a few more words so that you can walk around the world without falling into the prestige of our holy religion! Otherwise, do you think I am playing favor with you because your ass is tender!"
A born gangster... Zhao Changhe was speechless.
Sure enough, there is no such thing as love and hate without reason. Everything has two sides. Captain Fang was unhappy about killing Luo Zhenwu, but Sun Jiaoxi appreciated it very much.
The civilization of modern people is indeed incompatible with this kind of world, especially this kind of bandit den. I am already considered a relatively tough person, and I have "killed people in my dreams" a lot, and I have already adapted to the feeling of killing people. If I were a more normal classmate here, I really wouldn’t know how to get along.
After thinking for a while, Zhao Changhe asked: "This is still our own camp, and we have to be careful about some things... If we continue as we are today..."
Professor Sun looked at him coldly for a long time: "You are already in the world."
After saying that, he turned around and left: "In an hour, come to me to learn swordsmanship. From now on, you will practice kung fu in the morning, swordsmanship in the afternoon, and you will decide what to do in the evening."
Zhao Changhe watched his back, pursed his lips and said nothing.
This is not the world I want.
…………
An hour later, Zhao Changhe appeared at the martial arts arena on time.
Professor Sun gave him a funny look. This kid looked like he was overdrawn and weak just now, and he hadn't eaten. His whole body was as wilted as an eggplant beaten by frost, but now he was full of energy.
He had a small report and knew what Zhao Changhe was doing at this moment.
This guy went and beat up all Zhang Quan's friends and robbed them of their food. He ate three large bowls, more than his original share, and then went to take a nap with peace of mind.
A polite young man who was still trying to make peace among the people quickly began to transform into a gangster.
This is how people are in the world. If you throw someone into the ink vat, they will end up in total darkness.
Teacher Sun couldn't help but sigh a little: "Come here, let's learn basic sword skills with everyone first."
Zhao Changhe still lined up as usual and walked to the back of the line to listen to the lecture.
As a result, when people saw him coming, they all trembled and subconsciously parted ways, as if to send him to the front row. Zhao Changhe snorted, then strode forward unceremoniously and stood directly face to face with Professor Sun. Only then did everyone timidly rearrange themselves.
There seemed to be a smile in Sun's eyes, and he taught directly without commenting: "Among all the weapons, the basic movements of the sword are relatively the least. It is nothing more than chopping, slashing and lifting. It never deviates from its origin. No matter how top-notch sword skills are, it cannot escape this." Laws. And basic skills determine your upper limit in the future. How fast, accurate, and stable you can be depends on how solid your foundation is. This is not taught to you by some top method."
"Just like the turning back slash this morning, when any sword technique is used to deal with the enemy behind you, it is nothing more than a change on the basis of this slash, or emphasizing the movement, changing the angle, or laying down different momentum. That is Each skill is different, but how stable and accurate the knife is still depends on your current foundation. On the other hand, as long as you master the basics, no matter what knife skills you get in the future, you can quickly understand the gist of it and turn it into Your use.”
"Many people say that we can achieve instant success in magic skills...but instant success is not here. There is no instant success in basic skills!"
Teacher Sun glanced across the field and could see disappointment hidden in most people's eyes. Who doesn’t learn magic skills just for shortcuts and quick results? The result is that we still need to lay the foundation every day, but how different is it from other sects...
Only a few people had bright eyes and seemed to have listened to his words.
Among them is Zhao Changhe.
Sun Jianxi smiled and said: "Now let's teach you the straight chop and the horizontal chop again. Don't think that this is something that any kid can do with a knife... Just like turning around and slashing, you can do it freely. Watch it!"
Looking at Professor Sun's deliberately slowed down movements without blinking, Zhao Changhe felt that he had never studied so hard in his life... If he had been so careful back then, he might have even gone to Qingbei. .
Born a gangster?
maybe.
The scars on his face tell him that in this world, this is more important than Qingbei.
The afternoon passed quickly, and it was already dusk. Zhao Changhe sat tiredly on the stone on the sidelines to rest, kneading his sore arms with his own hands. The Blood Evil Technique is still flowing, eliminating the pain on its own, which is extremely miraculous.
Professor Sun walked leisurely to his side: "You do have some understanding, you have already become familiar with it all afternoon... Go back and rest, you still have a piece of meat for dinner - the rules here are that those who practice best can get a piece of meat." Meat, see how many days you can get it.”
Zhao Changhe was a little surprised: "Can we keep practicing martial arts here and eating meat without having to work?"
Sun Jiaoxi smiled half-heartedly: "Teaching you martial arts and giving you meat to eat are of course for practical use. Do you think they are just for fun?"
Zhao Changhe asked tentatively: "Then..."
Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Professor Sun: "So take advantage of these days to practice hard. Otherwise, if you die during the mission, I will just have your body dragged to the dogs."
Zhao Changhe shut his mouth.
Professor Sun left leisurely: "You are a meritorious person, and you are still getting preferential treatment. The brother who is with you has gone on a mission, and I don't know if you will be the only one living in your house in the future. It would be nice to be more spacious. .”
Zhao Changhe's heart tightened.
No wonder I didn't see Luo Qi when I went back at noon. It turned out that he was already on a mission.
Being a member of the Demon Cult is fundamentally different from being a villager in the Luo family. You have to sacrifice your life... I wonder if you are back now?
On the other hand, Zhao Changhe also feels that the current path is ironic.
Why did he kill Luo Zhenwu? Although the intention was to protect themselves, the more important factor was of course to avenge the villagers who were massacred in Zhaocuo.
However, the group I am in now is doing the same thing, and I might have to do it myself one day.
If you thought that the Luo family was vicious and not much different from the Demon Cult before, now you see that there is still a slight difference... The biggest difference is that the Luo Family does not rely on such things to make a living, and the Demon Cult is one of its main businesses.
But is there a choice? The situation at that time pushed me to do this. Can I still look back now?
Zhao Changhe lowered his head and looked at the rice in the bowl, his eyes faint and rippling.
Are you born a gangster...
"I hope that in the future you can still be as honest as you are today, and when we meet again in the world, I can hear you call me sister."
Zhao Changhe looked at the sky in ecstasy. The words in the sky last night had long disappeared, as if they had never existed.
