The blind uncle stayed where he was, resting his hand on the handle of the knife, tilting his head to the side, listening to what was going on around him.
Chen Sheng, on the other hand, held his breath and concentrated, moving his steps slowly like a cat.
He knew that the uncle would not move and would wait for him where he was.
Tens of thousands of duels also allowed Chen Sheng to see how sensitive his opponent's hearing was.
As long as there is a little movement, the blind uncle's staff and knife will follow him like a shadow.
Take out the sheath and put the knife away.
It only takes the blink of an eye to cut a perfect wound on the enemy's neck.
Although Chen Sheng's sword skills were not inferior to those of the blind uncle after dying tens of thousands of times, his physical fitness was the biggest constraint.
He was only fifteen years old, and he was also fifteen years old in the dream, and his body was not yet fully developed.
Faced with a blind uncle who is about forty years old, has strength and experience combined into one, and is at his peak, blindly fight with him, and the outcome is self-evident.
After just a few fights, Chen Sheng would be unable to follow up. When he tried to parry with his hand-held weapon, he would be easily knocked away by the blind uncle with brute force, and he would be killed with a finishing blow.
Therefore, the blind battle between the two highlights the word "quiet".
Chen Sheng needs to be unprepared and kill with one strike, otherwise the more times he fights, the greater his chance of failure.
The blind uncle is on the contrary. With his physical advantage, he only needs to wait and wait for Chen Sheng to rush over, expose the flaw, seize the flaw, and then use the knife to take away his life!
Whether it's a moth that flies into the flame and annihilates itself, or whether it's a matter of killing the enemy with a single blow, it all depends on whose operation is better.
Chen Sheng slowly approached until he was three steps away from the blind uncle. This was already the limit distance. If he moved a little further, he would be noticed.
It is impossible for people to be completely silent in action.
In addition to his sensitive hearing, the blind uncle also has a sense of smell and touch far beyond that of ordinary people.
Three steps away, the wind is blocked, and the smell of sweat will reveal Chen Sheng's whereabouts at any time.
Clang!
Chen Sheng unsheathed his staff and sword.
The blind uncle's staff and knife followed closely behind, but they arrived first.
Two white streaks draw an arc.
Click!
Something snapped.
The two of them crossed paths.
Zhila!
Chen Sheng threw away the only half of the scabbard, stuck the sword into the ground three-thirds of the way, and covered the left side of his neck. Blood kept flowing out from between his fingers, but he showed a proud smile.
Because he won!
Using the scabbard to block the opponent's staff and sword, although it was cut off, the power of the attack was slightly reduced.
The fatal injury of cutting the throat turned into a serious injury, and he was still lingering.
The blind uncle showed a heroic smile, and the blood from his neck spilled, staining the blank ground red.
He didn't expect Chen Sheng's tricks, so he was greeted only by death.
call……
The blind uncle's figure gradually disappeared, and Chen Sheng's injuries healed instantly.
Chen Sheng disagreed and waited for a familiar and new blind uncle to appear again.
However, this time, the blind uncle no longer appeared. Instead, an unkempt young man wearing a sheepskin coat sat cross-legged on the ground.
If he hadn't known that the person who appeared in the dream couldn't speak, Chen Sheng would have asked what happened.
The blind uncle still owes him a thousand blind cuts!
Chen Sheng looked at the boy. He looked younger than him. There were short knives tied to each calf.
Is he a swordsman?
It's too small, I can't even touch it.
Chen Sheng thought so, but he still stepped closer to the boy.
It's a long night, how can I get through it without chopping something?
He also had to experiment to see how many lives this boy had, hoping to find out why the blind uncle disappeared.
As Chen Sheng approached, the young man stopped sitting cross-legged and stood up, with his arms perpendicular to the ground and his fingers slightly upward. The two daggers at his calves began to become restless, sometimes unsheathed a little and sometimes dropped.
Chen Sheng's pupils shrank slightly.
The young man's hand is still some distance from the handle of the knife!
Is it the art of sword control?
What kind of monster is this?
However, it seems that the range of the sword is relatively small, otherwise the opponent would have hacked him to death ten steps away.
But after all, it was a magical skill, which greatly increased Chen Sheng's interest.
"Interesting, let me see what you are really capable of."
Seven steps.
Five steps.
Three steps.
Chen Sheng drew his knife and slashed at the young man's neck.
Then the world started spinning and I lost my direction.
That headless corpse looked familiar.
Ah, it turns out to be me, why did I say it looks familiar...
Woohoo!
The rooster crows and the sun rises.
Chen Sheng opened his eyes and sighed secretly.
"What a fast knife."
It was obvious that he was the one who struck first, but someone cut off his head first.
He didn't even have the qualifications to let the opponent block.
When Chen Sheng was lamenting the gap between the two sides, his body suddenly made a sound like exploding beans, and a memory was constantly poured into his mind. It was the blind uncle's understanding of the knife.
So that’s it, will it disappear after being defeated?
Chen Sheng felt his increasing physique and sincerely thanked the blind uncle for his gift.
His current physical fitness is stronger than that of many adults, and he is more comfortable with the use of knives.
"It's time for revenge."
Wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat, carrying the erhu bag, and hanging a wine gourd from his waist.
The fully armed Chen Sheng patted the door as a final farewell.
…
"An old shabby house, five taels of silver."
"Twelve taels."
"For that shabby house, you still want ten taels? The most I can offer is six taels."
"Not for sale!"
Chen Sheng took the house deed and land deed and turned around and left.
The old man originally spent fifteen taels of silver to buy the house. Even in the past few years of war and chaos, the price would not be lower than half the price.
"Hey, hey, come back, come back, ten taels is ten taels."
The pawnshop owner could only relent.
If it weren't for the fact that he could still make money by buying it at ten taels, he wouldn't have called him back.
What I hate the most is this kind of person who leaves without giving the right price. His superb bargaining skills will be of no use.
If you die without redemption, you will get ten taels of silver.
Chen Sheng weighed the broken silver in his hand and found that it was a little short. He said it was ten taels, but in fact it was nine and a half taels.
It was half a tael short. If converted into copper coins, it would be almost five ounces of money. He might not be able to earn this amount even by selling and singing in a wine shop for three days.
Yes, I bullied him for being blind again.
Chen Sheng shook his head, not as fussy as he was at the wine shop.
His money is not that easy to get.
After tying the bag containing the broken silver and putting it in his arms, Chen Sheng left the pawn shop.
The pawnshop owner was still complacent about the extra half a tael of silver he had earned.
The crutches lightly touch the ground.
Chen Sheng somewhat understood why the old man hid the money in his crotch.
Along the way, he encountered no fewer than three incidents of pedestrians losing their money bags.
The owner's curse.
Screaming to catch the thief.
The screams of a thief being beaten.
It's so lively.
If Chen Sheng hadn't avoided quickly, he would have been hit by someone and stepped on as a flesh pad.
Fortunately, no pickpocket tried to trick him as a blind man.
After all, who can believe that a blind singer wearing shabby clothes has a "huge sum" of fourteen and a half taels of broken silver?
