Han Zhen's method of killing pigs is very rough, even called wild.
With help from others, he held down the pig's head with one hand, held the knife in the other hand, and stabbed it into the neck.
No matter how hard the pig struggled, Han Zhen's hand holding the pig's head did not move at all.
As the knife was pulled out, red blood suddenly spurted out.
The fat cook, carrying a wooden basin, hurriedly stepped forward to catch the pig's blood.
Don't waste pig blood. Add some water and salt and stir it. After it solidifies, it will be a delicious dish.
You can even mix the noodles and spread them on the stone slab to bake them into pig blood cakes.
Han Zhen had eaten it once in his previous life, and it was particularly delicious.
Xiaochong watched with great interest, and suddenly asked: "Why don't you see Brother Sangou?"
"Your Sangou brother is busy with important matters in his life. Don't disturb him."
Han Zhen laughed and joked, picked up the fat pig that had been bled, and threw it into a large wooden basin filled with boiling water.
After washing his hands and shaking off the water drops in his hands, Han Zhen stood up and said, "Fat man, I'll leave the rest to you."
"Don't worry, Master." The fat cook assured him, patting his chest.
…
Outside the lobby, Zhang Hezheng led several soldiers to practice swinging swords.
Nie Dong had nothing to do, so he sat under the eaves and watched the excitement.
After watching it for a while, he couldn't help but said: "I'm afraid if I practice the sword like this for another ten years, it will be in vain."
Hearing this, Zhang He stopped and looked at him doubtfully.
Patting his butt and standing up, Nie Dong stepped to his side and ordered: "Cut him again."
Zhang He immediately swung his knife.
"There are at least four mistakes in your knife."
Nie Dong stretched out four fingers and pointed out one by one: "First, the horse's stance is wrong. When using long knives such as Pu Dao or Feng Zui Dao, it is best to use a bow stance with one leg behind you and keep your body firmly on the ground. , with one foot in front of you in a bow shape."
"Second, the force is not used properly. If you chop like you, your arms will become sore and weak within a few strokes. You must learn to use your legs to use force."
"leg?"
Zhang He was stunned for a moment, frowned and said: "When chopping, you hold the knife with both hands, how can you use your legs to exert force?"
"Just wait and see."
Nie Dong took the simple sword from Zhang He's hand, opened his stance and swung the sword.
I saw that when he was swinging the sword, his front foot suddenly stamped on the ground.
"Using the legs to generate force, the waist to transmit the force, and then waving the arms to mobilize the muscles and bones of the whole body, not only the power is more powerful, but also the strength of the arms can be saved."
Nie Dong waved his sword again and explained step by step.
"I'll try."
Zhang He took the Pu Dao, imitated his method, and tried to chop it into a knife.
Since he was a beginner, his movements were a bit jerky, far from Nie Dongfangcai's smooth and fierce chops.
However, Zhang He said with surprise on his face: "It is indeed different!"
Nie Dong mentioned two other important points, and then warned: "You may not get used to it at first, but you will get better if you practice more. Practice makes perfect."
Zhang He and others nodded and started practicing again, while Nie Dong corrected them from time to time.
Han Zhen witnessed the whole process with a smile in his eyes.
Apart from anything else, this advice alone was worthy of Nie Dong's treatment.
"Nie Dong."
"What's the matter, young man?"
Nie Dong stepped forward and cupped his hands.
Han Zhen asked: "Can you use 槊?"
Hearing this, Nie Dong's eyes suddenly lit up, but he said modestly: "I know a little bit."
Ma Cha was most popular in the Tang Dynasty. At that time, there were many masters who used Ma Cha, not to mention those fierce generals in the early Tang Dynasty. Even Li Shimin could charge into battle with Ma Cha.
It's a pity that now, Ma Shu has completely declined, and few people can use it.
On the one hand, the production cost is high, and on the other hand, with the development of war, heavy armor has become fully popular.
For example, the Song Army's infantry armor, Xixia's Haozi armor, and the Liao's black lacquer armor.
Facing this type of heavy armor, Ma Shu's armor-breaking ability is limited and cannot cause effective damage. It is far less useful than heavy axes and armor-breaking cones.
As time goes by, naturally no one is willing to use it.
"Can you teach me?"
Han Zhen has nothing to be embarrassed about. If he can, he can, and if he can't, he can't.
"Young gentleman, please wait a moment. I'll come back as soon as I go to a certain house."
After Nie Dong said that, he ran away quickly.
After a while, he came back carrying a bamboo pole four meters long and as thick as his arm.
"A horse spear is different from a gun because it is longer and more difficult to control."
Nie Dong said, holding one end of the bamboo pole with both hands, and shook a very beautiful gun flower.
As the bamboo pole shook, it made a whining sound. It seemed light, but if it hit a person, it would definitely break menstruation and bones.
"The most important thing when using a horse is your wrist strength. Since you are riding on horseback during combat, there are not many places where you can draw on your strength."
While speaking, Nie Dong retracted one hand and held the end of the bamboo pole with one hand. Then he straightened his arm and held the bamboo pole firmly in the air.
The bamboo pole and the arm formed a straight line without any shaking.
This scene seems simple, but in fact it is a great test of wrist and arm strength.
Han Zhen's voice sounded: "Is this so?"
Hearing this, Nie Dong turned around and saw Han Zhen holding the iron spear with one hand raised with a relaxed expression.
"..."
Suddenly, Nie Dong felt his mood waned.
He had practiced hard for several years to master the technique, but in the end, he did it casually, using a twenty or thirty kilogram iron rod...
Snapped!
Throwing away the bamboo pole, Nie Dong sighed: "That's all, a certain family can't teach Xiaolangjun."
Seeing this, Han Zhen consoled him: "Don't be like this. People can't generalize. When I was extremely hungry, I killed a 500-pound wild pig with my bare hands."
"It's not that someone refuses, but with Xiao Langjun's body, there is no need for such skills. On the battle formation, skills are just a means to assist us in killing the enemy. Xiao Langjun can make a critical difference just by raising his hand. With strength, if he wears heavy armor and rides on a horse, he will never have a single general under his command."
Nie Dong smiled bitterly, and then suggested: "When Brother Wei recovers from his injury, I can learn Taoism from Brother Wei."
"Taofa?"
Han Zhen raised his eyebrows.
Knowing that he would be wrong, Nie Dong explained: "It is not the illusory golden elixir method, but a physical training method. If you learn it, you can mobilize the whole body's energy by raising your hands and feet. With a small amount With Lang Jun’s physique, I’m afraid it will be easy for him to lift the cauldron with one arm.”
After listening to his explanation, Han Zhen immediately realized that, to put it bluntly, it is a force-generating technique that can mobilize the whole body's strength to the maximum extent.
Han Zhen became interested and asked, "Didn't you learn?"
Nie Dong shook his head: "A certain family is impatient. After practicing for a while, they no longer have the intention to practice anymore."
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Three days passed by in a hurry.
Wang Wu and the other three finally got through it. The wounds were not inflamed, red or swollen, and scabs slowly began to form.
During this period, Han Zhen specially asked Xiao Chong to go to the county town and find a doctor who prescribed a lot of medicine for sores.
Ever since he learned about Wei Daodao's teachings, Han Zhen had been paying close attention.
It was found that Wei Da was also seriously injured, but Wei Da seemed to recover faster. By the fourth day, he could move around briefly, but Wang Wu and the others could still only lie in bed.
This is amazing!
Good guy, how many good things did these Taoist priests create in history in order to cultivate immortality?
