Yan San shrank his neck and immediately said with a smile:
"Hehehe, it's not my fault. It was you who threw me to Nanman."
Zhu Gaoli's expression froze, and then his eyes widened like bells.
Yan San continued:
"Besides, Marshal Mo keeps sending you letters, which shows that he appreciates you. It has nothing to do with me."
"Otherwise, all the letters would have been sent to me."
This Tiehanhan actually said such watertight words.
He directly blocked Zhu Gaoli and opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
I could only hold back one word: "Get out!"
Yan Sanma Liu took the order and said: "Okay!"
Seeing Yan San running like the wind, Ye Qing smiled broadly.
The next moment.
Ye Qing remembered what happened when he came.
He looked at the horizontal knife hanging on Zhu Gaoli's waist, rolled his eyes and said:
"Sir, Brother Yan and I were attacked and killed yesterday."
"I went to see the prefect last night, and there were people watching me outside the prefect's residence."
"Brother Yan didn't take advantage of the weapons in his hands and let two people escape."
"Look..."
After walking a few steps, Yan San's ears trembled and his steps slowed down.
Zhu Gaoli, who understood what Ye Qing meant, knew Yan San's abilities.
You really need a good knife to use it to its full potential.
Without any hesitation, he took off the sword from his waist and threw it towards Yan San:
"Bastard, I'll lend you my sword for you to use first."
"When there is peace in Huaiyang City, I will ask you for it at any time."
Yan San, holding the knife and grinning innocently, responded without hesitation:
"Don't worry, sir. I will definitely make good use of this knife before you ask for it back."
After saying that, Yan Sanyi ran away without a trace.
Zhu Gaoli looked at Ye Qing with resentful eyes and said:
"Qing Xiaolangjun, don't imitate this bastard."
"Not only did you cause big trouble for me, but you also borrowed weapons in a roundabout way."
Ye Qing, who was thoughtful, couldn't help but said:
"Sir, will you also send your subordinates to the military camp in the future?"
Without covering up, Zhu Gaoli admitted generously:
"Yes, you are likely to come into contact with martial arts warriors in the future."
"These are people who have been practicing the art of killing since they were young."
"To fight against these people, you can only fight with the momentum you have before being brave."
"The important thing is that when we encounter each other on a narrow road, the brave one wins and kills the enemy with one strike."
"If one cut fails, then use a faster second and third cut."
"Let the other party not dare to use their skills, and they can only fight head-on with you."
"And this can only be practiced in the shortest time in the military camp, between life and death fights."
Ye Qing, who had some understanding, opened his mouth and said:
"Battlefield fighting focuses on the simplest killing techniques."
"No matter what the flaws are, the goal is to kill the enemy in the fastest and most efficient way."
"In this way, no matter how skilled the enemy is, when faced with my life-threatening knife, he will either be far stronger than me and kill me directly, or he will have to avoid it or take it hard."
"If I can't avoid it, if I can't catch it, that's why I'm alive!"
"As long as my sword is fast and cruel enough, no matter how superb martial arts warriors are, they will die under my sword."
Zhu Gaoli, whose face was filled with relief, touched his beard and said:
"Yes, that's the truth."
Ye Qing's face was full of impatience.
Seeing this, Zhu Gaoli on the side was extremely satisfied with Ye Qing's attitude, and his eyes were full of expectation.
Zhu Gaoli pointed to the weapons rack placed next to the primary and secondary schools in the courtyard and said:
"Go ahead and try out any weapons you can get your hands on."
Looking along, Ye Qing saw eighteen kinds of weapons placed on the weapons rack.
He walked over quickly and looked down all the way.
Without hesitation, he chose the military standard horizontal sword.
A look of relief appeared in Zhu Gaoli's eyes.
"You have outstanding literary talents. I thought you would be like those literary gentlemen and choose swords as weapons."
"Tell me, why did you choose the knife?"
Ye Qing waved the long knife, feeling the weight and feel, and said seriously:
"Sir, you are best at using knives. My subordinates can learn a lot of skills in using knives from you."
"After that, you will send your subordinates to the army for training. Not to mention the long sword is the standard equipment in the army."
"When fighting on the battlefield, for someone like me who has never practiced martial arts, a knife is most suitable and a quick weapon."
After hearing Ye Qing's analysis, the corners of Zhu Gaoli's mouth kept rising, wanting to crack them behind his ears.
He said: "Okay, you go to the wooden stake next to it first, take the position of the neck, and chop it a thousand times with the knife with one hand."
Ye Qing:? ? ?
Ye Qing, who had just swung his sword in the air, staggered and looked at Zhu Gaoli in disbelief.
Zhu Gaoli said seriously: "Swing the sword a thousand times with one hand, you should find the most comfortable posture for swinging the sword."
The puzzled Ye Qing asked: "Sir, shouldn't it be best for your subordinates to practice according to it after teaching them the most correct chopping posture?"
Zhu Gaoli shook his head and said: "That's what I have practiced since I was a child."
"You are an adult and have worked since childhood. You have your own way of exerting force."
"Although exerting force like this will cause some damage to the body."
"But it is the best way to practice to protect yourself in a short period of time."
"Then during training, I will deliberately correct it little by little until I have the correct posture for swinging the sword."
"Otherwise, if you practice the most correct posture of swinging a sword from the beginning, it will feel extremely awkward. Drawing a tiger will not turn into a dog. You will not be able to practice anything in three months."
Ye Qing understood what it meant and didn't ask any more questions.
He stood in front of the wooden stake and chopped with knife after knife.
Zhu Gaoli stood not far away and watched.
Seeing Ye Qing slashing rapidly with his sword, it looked very awkward.
In the end, the speed of swinging the knife slowed down, each knife was slower than the last, but it seemed to become mellower.
Zhu Gaoli's eyes were full of surprise.
He whispered: "Is this an all-rounder in both civil and military affairs?"
"In just a short time, I not only found a suitable posture for swinging the knife, but also deliberately practiced my technique of holding the knife."
"I'm still thinking about sparring with him in a few days to knock his knife away and suppress him."
"Now it seems that there is no way to show off in front of him."
Under Ye Qing's focused practice.
Time flies.
After more than five hundred cuts, Ye Qing's arms were so tired that they became numb, and the hand holding the knife couldn't help but tremble.
After swinging out the knife again, the Hengdao struck the wooden stake, and the force of the rebound caused the Hengdao to fall from his hand.
Ye Qing's face was full of shame, his right hand was trembling, he bent down and reluctantly held the knife in his hand again.
"Okay, let's go here first and take a rest."
Zhu Gaoli spoke calmly.
