"Sir, can you use a knife?"
Deep in the bamboo forest, Gu Yuan looked at Zhong Wuchen who was chopping bamboo, stretched his neck and asked.
"Use a knife?" Zhong Wuchen raised his head, thought for a moment, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Probably."
"should?"
Gu Yuan chewed on these two words, why did he feel that they were a bit unreliable?
Zhong Wuchen smiled and said, "I haven't studied it seriously, but it's just a sword! As long as it's a weapon, it's all the same. What, you want to become a swordsman?"
Gu Yuan scratched his head.
"I didn't have this idea before, but now I suddenly have a knife."
After saying that, he had taken out the evil-suppressing knife from the Hidden Sky Jade.
Seeing the Evil Suppressing Knife, Zhong Wuchen also had a surprised look on his face.
"Huh?"
He stretched out his hand, and Gu Yuan handed over the knife naturally.
After weighing it carefully, he transferred it from his left hand to his right hand, stretched out two fingers and tapped the blade lightly. Zhong Wuchen nodded and threw the knife back to Gu Yuan.
"This knife is pretty good."
Gu Yuan naturally knew.
But he added: "But it would be a pity for you to use it."
This is a bit worrying.
However, Gu Yuan was still unable to refute.
After all, even he thinks so.
"Stand up." Zhong Wuchen said.
Gu Yuan stood up subconsciously.
"Raise your arms flat, hold the knife tightly, and hold it for half an hour." Zhong Wuchen sat on the chair, picked up the teapot next to him, and took a sip.
Gu Yuan understood somewhat.
"Shall we start now?"
"Well, starting from today, you will raise the knife for two hours every day. As for how you allocate your time, that is your freedom." Zhong Wuchen said.
Gu Yuan raised his arm and raised the knife in his hand.
Parallel to the ground.
At first, there was no special feeling, but just ten minutes later, Gu Yuan's arms began to tremble slightly.
This evil-suppressing knife must weigh nearly ten kilograms.
When you weigh this weight, you don’t feel it’s much, but when you swing it, it feels very heavy. Common swords generally weigh about one kilogram. If they are actual combat knives, most of them will not exceed two kilograms.
In chivalrous novels, a sword may weigh more than a hundred pounds.
Mythological novels have gone straight to the top.
The Suppressing Evil Knife weighs less than five kilograms, so it is no longer within the reach of ordinary people. Even a strong man has to hold the knife with both hands, and his arms will get sore after swinging it a few times.
Although Gu Yuan was already extraordinary and his body had been washed and transformed, his arms were sore from holding the knife in his hand all the time, as if he was squatting on a horse.
If you squat in the horse position for a long time, your legs will tremble, you will sweat, and you will gasp for breath. The same goes for lifting a knife. The weight keeps dropping, and your arms have to keep exerting force to keep the knife parallel to the ground.
At first, Gu Yuan didn't expect that this would be physical labor!
Zhong Wuchen clapped his hands, stood up, walked to Gu Yuan, looked at the trembling knife, and smiled.
"Hold on, it's half an hour away, but it's still early."
Gu Yuan gritted his teeth and nodded.
"By the way, don't use Yuan Qi in your body." Zhong Wuchen reminded again.
When Gu Yuan heard this, his mentality almost collapsed.
Can’t even use Yuan Qi?
It depends entirely on the flesh!
However, Gu Yuan still wanted to listen to Zhong Wuchen's words.
After explaining this, Zhong Wuchen went to do his own business.
Only Gu Yuan was left, still standing in the yard, holding a knife.
Not long after.
My body is covered in sweat, especially in this hot summer. Sweat is like an adhesive, making the clothes on my body stick tightly to my skin.
If he took a few steps on the cement floor at this time, he would probably leave wet footprints.
At this moment, someone suddenly came over.
It's Zhou Zhen.
"Yo! What are you doing?" Zhou Zhen laughed.
Gu Yuan glanced at him and took a breath.
"Learning swordsmanship..."
"Then study hard." Zhou Zhen sat on the small bench and said, "I'm here because I have good news."
Gu Yuan didn't want to speak and asked directly with his eyes.
At this time, if you say one more word, you will lose one breath.
"I have already said hello to Dean Ji. Next, others will be training in the martial arts field. You don't need to participate. Just follow Mr. Zhong and practice your sword."
After speaking, he raised his head and glanced at the sweaty Gu Yuan, and smacked his lips: "Originally, I thought this was good news for you, but now it seems... misfortune depends on blessing, and blessing lies on misfortune. "
Gu Yuan had a bitter look on his face.
Anyway, I am being trained everywhere.
There seems to be no difference!
After sitting for a while, Zhou Zhen got up and left.
When half an hour passed, Gu Yuan could no longer hold the knife in his hand and dropped it to the ground.
He sat down on the ground, his chest heaving and breathing heavily.
Zhong Wuchen walked out of the room, glanced at Gu Yuan, and said with a smile: "It's not bad, I thought you would be lazy while I was away."
Gu Yuan smiled bitterly.
Now he has reached the point where he can't even speak.
As for laziness, Gu Yuan really hadn't thought about it.
Now that you have decided to learn swordsmanship, you must take it seriously.
After all, learning swordsmanship is not for others, but for yourself.
Only when you are strong can you rely on yourself when facing monsters.
Zhong Wuchen handed over a small bamboo can, and Gu Yuan took it and drank it cleanly.
With a wipe of his mouth, Gu Yuan stood up.
"Sir, do I still have to raise the knife?"
"Can you still lift it up?" Zhong Wuchen asked.
Gu Yuan: "..."
What a word!
Why can’t I lift it myself?
But looking at his arms that were still shaking at this moment, he really couldn't say any heroic words.
Men.
When you are too tired, don’t lift, there is no shame...
Immediately, Zhong Wuchen threw pieces of bamboo boards over.
Gu Yuan looked at him puzzled.
"Sir, what is this?"
"Use your knife to carve words on the bamboo pieces. The handwriting should be correct."
Gu Yuan looked at his two trembling arms and couldn't believe his ears.
Carving words on bamboo pieces with a knife is a technical job.
What’s more, it’s still in this state!
"Write fifty words first, remember, they must be neat." Zhong Wuchen wrote lightly.
"Then...what should I write? One, two, three, four?"
"..." Zhong Wuchen thought for a while, "You write whatever I say."
Gu Yuan could only nod.
He held the knife in his hand with difficulty and stepped on the bamboo piece with his feet to fix it. Before he started writing, the tip of the knife had already begun to shake.
Zhong Wuchen sat on a chair made of woven bamboo and cleared his throat.
"Walking alone, walking alone, with mulberry trees and pivots on the urn, and shackles on the yoke of the flying boat."
Gu Yuan: "..."
"What do you want me to do? Write!" Zhong Wuchen said angrily.
Gu Yuan gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his chin and into the soil.
As soon as he wrote a pen, his arm shook, and the tip of the knife deviated from the set path.
He gritted his teeth and continued to drop the knife.
Just as he was about to finish writing the word "foot", the last stroke slipped away from the bamboo piece.
Gu Yuan took a deep breath, calmed down, and changed the piece of bamboo.
"Don't worry, I don't have much, I just have a lot of bamboo pieces." Zhong Wuchen was not joking, he was chopping bamboo pieces with the ax in his hand while talking.
The considerate classmate Xiao Ai ordered another song for Gu Yuan.
"In terms of success or failure, life is heroic, and the worst possible outcome is starting over from scratch..."
