Sleep until dawn.
Su Qiulian woke up with a growling stomach. He rolled over and got out of bed. He saw through the window that it was still early, so he went to the kitchen to light up the fire, add water to the iron pot, and then wash up.
He wrung out the sweat towel and hung it back in the window. When he returned to the kitchen, the water in the pot was almost boiling. He picked out some vegetables in the bamboo basket, went to the well to clean them, and picked up the kitchen knife on the side. With a blurry afterimage, all the ingredients were cut and placed in the wooden basin.
At this time, the water was completely boiled. Su Qiulian poured all the vegetables in, then cut off a piece of bacon, washed it briefly, and cut it into long strips as thick as a thumb and threw them into the pot. He closed the wooden lid, clapped his hands and turned around. Out of the kitchen.
In front of the hospital.
Su Qiulian recalled the aftertaste of chopping melons and vegetables just now, and he felt a little unfinished.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he saw the mysterious panel that recorded his abilities in detail.
Su Qiulian
Condition: Good
Realm: martial artist
Skills: Five Tigers Broken Door Knife (extraordinary), Tongjiquan (reaching the peak), Grasping Hands (reaching the peak), Xiaotan Kick (reaching the peak), Xiangdi Kung Fu (not yet started), Mingyuan Kung Fu (not yet started)
Life span: 82 years (currently 17 years old)
Title: Unknown Junior
Money: 657 gold
Items: Qiankun bag (unique), black knife (ordinary), machete (inferior quality), silver silkworm clothing (inferior quality), straw sandals (inferior quality)
Included:
"Mingyuan Gong" is incomplete (yellow level)
At the top, it is otherworldly.
Su Qiulian couldn't help but grin. He was probably the first person to practice the Wuhu Door-Breaking Sword to this level, right? Even the senior who created this sword technique probably couldn't practice it to this level.
Su Qiulian went back to his room, took out the spare knife that he usually hung in the room, and practiced quietly.
In the past, when I practiced swordsmanship, as I slashed with strength, there would always be whistling winds wherever the sword passed. This is because the blade surface is wide and resists the wind when exerting force. The wind flows on the blade surface and naturally makes a sound.
Now, when Su Qiu was practicing her sword practice, she could only see the light and shadow of the sword, but could not hear the slightest sound.
After the Five Tigers Broken Gate Sword broke through to the otherworldly level, he was able to achieve a balance with the wind when he swung the sword. He followed the flow of the wind and relied on the wind to transport the sword. The wind moved while the sword moved. The wind was silent and the sword was silent.
If the wind whistles, he can quickly find the differences in the contact between the wind and the wind, find gaps in the airflow, stay when he wants, and leave when he wants, without any hindrance.
Stay, the wind blows and the knife sounds, go, the wind blows away and the knife returns, whatever you want.
Wind is just the most common and easiest type of 'power flow' faced by swords.
Besides wind, there is water. A rushing river, a calm lake.
Besides water, there is earth. Solid rock, loose sand.
Besides soil, there is also wood. Pliable grass, elastic material.
Even the flame burning on the firewood is a kind of momentum flow.
This is a very subtle realm of swordsmanship.
After mastering the "Potential Flow", from now on he can use the sword to explode with a force far greater than his own with the smallest amount of force.
Su Qiulian looked at the piece of wood that was quietly split into two, two into four, and four into eight. He turned his eyes and saw the knife passing by on the ground, leaving a shallow mark. The stone in the path had not moved at all, but it had been divided. into two pieces.
At this point, Su Qiulian took back the knife. He gently stroked the blade, and the edge was as sharp as ever.
Now when he uses a knife, no matter what kind of knife he uses, under the action of the potential flow, the damage sustained by the blade is reduced to the minimum.
After returning to the room and hanging up the knife, Su Qiulian went to the kitchen and opened the lid of the pot. The vegetables inside were already soft and cooked, and the aroma was fragrant. He took out the dough from another wooden basin. This was the dough that his father had made before going to bed last night.
He picked up the kitchen knife again, shook his wrist, and dropped pieces of noodles into the pot. In the blink of an eye, the dough in his hand was cut clean.
I put the lid on the pot and turned around to wake my father up for breakfast.
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Heyang Gang.
In the arena.
Su Qiu was practicing with the sword before it was drawn out of its sheath. Xiao Tan's legs were slashed and whipped like a big sword, so wildly and swiftly that the opponent had no power to parry. After a while, he threw his head in his arms and gave up.
The audience in the audience had never seen such leg skills before, and they were all shocked.
Su Qiulian was also a little happy. Originally, it was just an attempt. He planned to use his legs instead of swords to see if Xiao Tan could use his legs to kick out stronger kicks. He didn't expect it to work. It was just powerful, that's all. Su Qiulian estimated that it was barely comparable to the third-rate martial arts "Chasing the Wind Kick".
The Wind Chasing Kick was a kick skill that Su Qiulian had seen someone in the next ring perform earlier, and Su Qiulian was inspired by it.
"Hmph, maybe I can pretend to be a kicking expert in the future."
He muttered and walked off the ring.
Today's victory over the opponent is not as fast as yesterday, but it is not slow either. Some spectators just lowered their heads and said a few words to others, and when they raised their heads, the battle was over.
Su Qiulian looked around and saw that the audience today was much smaller than yesterday. This was probably because most of the audience were contestants. Half of them were eliminated yesterday, and many of those who lost did not come back to the Heyang Gang.
Tomorrow, the audience will be even smaller.
Su Qiulian had already asked about his upcoming martial arts competition schedule, and had no intention of watching other people's martial arts competitions. He went straight home, while his father was waiting for him to exercise.
The place where Su Qiulian lives is a little far away from the Heyang Gang, but with his walking distance, it doesn't take long, and martial arts practitioners have plenty of strength.
Passing Osmanthus Street again, Su Qiulian slowed down. On this old street not far from his home, there were actually two families holding funerals today.
He frowned. Someone seemed to be holding a funeral the day before yesterday. So many people have died recently. Could it be a plague?
If it were really a plague, it would be terrible and many people would die.
Su Qiulian was a little worried, so he stepped forward and asked some old ladies sitting on the threshold eating melon seeds, only to find out that it was not a plague, but someone who had been hanged. The deceased's family members were all well and had come back to fight for the land. Although it is a bit strange that two people died on the same day and they both hanged themselves, anything can happen in this world.
Su Qiulian learned that it was not a plague, so he stopped paying attention.
After returning home, the father and son started training. Su Bin was in charge of 'training' and Su Qiulian was in charge of 'training'. Finally, the long training ended with Su Qiulian taking a medicinal bath.
The father and son had dinner, and while Su Qiulian was washing the dishes, Su Bin hurried out.
Su Qiu was tired from practicing all day. After taking a shower, she returned to her room and started a new round of "practicing".
Scene change.
Su Qiulian was standing on a deserted street. It was pouring with rain. Everything in his sight was filled with rainwater, which almost formed rain lines as thick as chopsticks. The muddy ground was pulped by the rainwater. His clothes were soaked instantly, and his eyes were muddy with rainwater. It's hard to open.
This heavy rain was something Su Qiulian had never seen before, as if a hole had been poked in the sky and water from the upper realm was pouring in.
Hua Hua Hua Hua...
Hua Hua Hua Hua...
The rain fell in such a heavy volume that it was deafening.
Can't see or hear.
Covered by the sound of rain, a spear pierced Su Qiulian's heart secretly.
The knife line crossed, the rain curtain was cut open, like a curtain, and the spear split from the tip to the end. At the end, there was the figure of the robber exposed under the rain curtain.
Su Qiulian crashed into the rain curtain, slashed with the black knife, and the rain was divided again. The robber froze, his upper body slowly sliding down diagonally, and his lower body lying on the ground sprayed out a large amount of plasma, which was quickly diluted by the rain.
