After the immortal disappeared

"The food was all brought in by my personal mother-in-law. We also secretly asked those women. They were very strict. They just didn't say anything. They also warned us not to spread rumors."

"Is it so rare?"

"That's right. People are so rich and expensive that they can't even bask in the sun. It's not like us, who are exposed to wind and rain."

The other peasant woman sighed: "Actually, we are doing well. The things grown in the fields of our village are sold to the Li family in the south. There is no worries about sales. In this famine year, we can still make a living. You see In other places in the countryside, people are almost gone.”

Aunt Liu hissed: "Isn't that noble lady from the Li family? You see, the village chief treats her like an ancestor."

The two chatted for a few words, and suddenly they felt the dripping on their heads. When they looked up, dark clouds were approaching with rain.

The weather in the mountains was like a child's face. It could change a lot in a day, so the two of them had to pack their things and rush home.

Before they had walked a few steps, dozens of knights came running up the mountain road. The leading knight reined up his horse and approached them, looking down at them: "Two aunties, how to get to Benlei Village?"

The companion opened her mouth to answer, but Aunt Liu tugged at her and said warily: "Who are you?"

The knight took out his waist card and waved it in front of the two of them: "Xiazhou Mansion is running an errand, please cooperate."

There was a faint light shining on the waist badge. Although Aunt Liu and the two are illiterate, they heard that officials have a practical and luminous treasure called the Sheji Ling.

The waist card that the knight took out carried an intimidating majesty.

Aunt Liu felt guilty when she saw these thirty or so cavalrymen, all fully armed, so she could only reach out and point to the west: "It's just a mile's walk along the way."

The knight whistled, and more than thirty people rushed westward.

At this time, heavy rain came.

Aunt Liu and the two of them hugged the raccoon bucket, hunched their heads, and hurried home with one foot in mud and one foot in water.

The two of them were surprisingly quiet, not cursing like they usually did.

What on earth were those thirty-odd riders doing just now going to Benlei Village? Is it really just business?

Within a few seconds, the storm hit so hard that people couldn't even open their eyes.

They had to walk slower and slower.

When the two finally returned to the village entrance, they saw the group of knights coming towards them. They seemed to have finished their errands and were planning to leave Benlei Village.

The difference from before was that there was an extra carriage in the team.

The carriage was surrounded by knights, like an escort or escort.

Despite the heavy rain, the villagers gathered around to watch the fun. The place where Aunt Liu saw the most people was the village chief's house, and she couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "You really are here to see the village chief!"

Everyone in Benlei Village knew each other, so she picked up a farmer who was watching the fun and said, "Brother Li, what's going on at the village chief's house?"

"It seems that official messengers came and took away several people from the village chief's house, saying that they were hiding to commit crimes!"

"A crime? What kind of crime could it be?" Aunt Liu immediately thought of the so-called noble lady.

Another villager nearby said: "It seems like someone is dead inside! I just saw blood on the ground!"

Aunt Liu was shocked: "Is there a death in the village chief's family?"

"It seems that he is not from the village chief's family..."

But when word spread, it soon became:

Many people died in the village chief's family.

…

On the front lines of the two armies, it was also pouring rain.

The normally noisy military camp was quiet, with everyone hiding in their tents. Only the guards on duty were waiting outside their tents and on the sentry tower, with their heads down, being watered.

Snitches are very particular about stealing the wind but not the moon, stealing the rain but not the snow. In fact, the same goes for the army's raids.

This kind of stormy weather is conducive to opponents taking advantage of the situation to cover their attacks and forcing them to defend against it.

So the Yuan Army actually tightened their nerves and were on guard.

The waves of the Han River started to become wild in the afternoon, and the soldiers were careful to stay away from the shoreline for fear that the riverbank would suddenly collapse.

Only Young Master He, the stubborn Young Master He, saw the water level rising and the waves surging, he laughed loudly and went into the water with his knife.

This frightened everyone so much that the garrison soldiers rushed to report. Zhao Pan was afraid that Manager He's beloved son would die in his camp, so he quickly sent someone to notify him.

He Chunhua also got up in arms, preparing to bring this evil man back and give him a good scolding. Fortunately, Shan Youjun came back to explain at this time, saying that the young master was about to break through and needed to go down to the river to practice his sword skills.

What sword technique cannot be practiced on the shore or on the flat ground, but it must be practiced in the water with strong waves?

"Is he serious? What kind of sword skills has he practiced?"

Shan Youjun replied: "The young master said it couldn't be more true. He practices the Bolang Dao."

He Chunhua thought for a while, then sat down slowly: "Go and keep an eye on him. If you have anything, you are the only one I can ask!"

"The young master has a rope tied around his waist." Shan Youjun said with a smile, "If he is washed away, we can drag him ashore."

He Chunhua had no choice but to agree.

Zhao Pan secretly shook his head when he heard that this was the result.

Manager He is very smart and smart, so why is he so indulgent to his own son?

Forget it, I have fulfilled my obligation to remind him anyway and don’t care about the future.

On the other side, He Lingchuan saw the rough water, took off his shirt, grabbed the floating knife and went into the water.

He was not reckless, he still found a solid rock to stand on.

What's the name of the sword technique he practices?

Wave chop.

He had practiced this sword technique diligently in reality and dreams for several months, and had made great progress in the skills of speed, stability, and accuracy. This is because Lang Zhan itself can be combined with the Yanhui Shenfa he practiced to become Huiyan Zhan.

As light as the swallow is, so swift is his sword.

However, he could not master the continuous and majestic spirit of the sword technique.

After all, this sword technique is called "wave cutting". If you insist on cutting without wave, then the effect of practice will be compromised.

He Lingchuan also took the knife into the large lake in Coiling Dragon's Dreamland and tried it. The water was deep enough, but after repeated attempts, he felt it was not rough enough and it was also freezing to death.

Now that he had this God-given opportunity, how could he not cherish it?

The flow of water became stronger and stronger. The first few dozen times he swung the knife to split the water were not only ineffective, but were also carried sideways. His feet slipped and he didn't know how much water he had eaten.

The guards above were pointing and pointing, all laughing at the fool.

But gradually, He Lingchuan became less staggering, even though the stones under his feet were washed smooth.

The real power usually maintained in his Dantian was activated efficiently, sinking into his feet, making his hem as solid as a rock.

Then, his swing of the knife became slower and slower.

Only by being slow can you be stable; by being slow can you be coherent.

Slower, the greater the impact on the blade.

As the water swirled past him, He Lingchuan began to recall the shots Commander Xiao Maoliang took against the giant Meng Shan in the Yanqing Valley. He was really as fast as thunder and moving forward indomitably.

There is also Nian Songyu, who is possessed by a god. He fights the black dragon in the illusion of Panlong. His sword skills are also very domineering.

When he recited the mantra of Lang Zhan silently, he had to use the environment to fully understand the ups and downs of the water waves, continuous, invisible and powerful.

One yellow wave after another hit, and He Lingchuan had never felt the pain of being pushed, squeezed, and torn from all directions.

This may also be the essence of Lang Zhan:

For the use of "force".

When he persisted and made the sixty-seventh slash, the water waves rushing towards him seemed to be slightly stagnant, and the momentum against him was greatly reduced.

But Shan Youjun above was already pointing to the west and shouting: "Come up, boss, the huge wave is coming!"

Then a wave hit He Lingchuan on the head, and it was already submerged.

Phew, he swallowed the saliva, put away the knife and pulled the rope. I came here to practice swordsmanship, not really to throw myself into the river.

All the guards on the shore worked together to drag him up.

He Lingchuan was soaked with semen, and just as he shook his head, a big wave swept over the river bank, and with a bang, all the rocks on which he stood were buried under the water.

The wave was so big that everyone quickly retreated.

The Han River was originally clear, but the big waves rushing down from the west carried countless mud, sand, earth, rocks, and branches with them, as brave as a yellow dragon.

The ground beneath his feet was shaking due to this force. He Lingchuan put his knife on the ground and silently felt the violence of the river. His heart was also surging, as if he was in resonance.

Water has no shape but is powerful, just like the sword intention he has learned.

Rainwater flowed down from his forehead to his chin. He Lingchuan pressed his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist and suddenly slashed forward diagonally.

The small tree directly in front was still dancing wildly in the strong wind, its branches swaying wildly, but not a single branch fell.

The speed of his sword swing was not fast, and his shot was crooked.

Shan Youjun and others said nothing, but the sentry not far away couldn't help laughing.

Is this Young Master He the head of a silver gun and a candle? It was raining heavily, and the river was chopping water. When I came up, I had to show off again, but in the end, not a single leaf was cut off. It was so funny.

I thought standing guard by the river would be dangerous and boring, but I didn't know I could watch a show today.

He Lingchuan sheathed his sword with a clang, smiled at them, turned around and left.

They walked five or seven feet away, and the two sentries were still talking and laughing, and then they heard a muffled "click".

They looked back and saw that a piece of ground on the shore that was larger than a round table suddenly cracked. First it was a crack, then it became a ditch, and then, the piece of hard mud fell directly into the rushing river.

This piece of ground was about a foot behind the small tree that He Lingchuan chopped with his knife.

The two stopped laughing and looked at each other.

Could it be that Master He's sword energy passed through the dancing saplings and cut off the shore behind?

It hasn't rained all winter, so you can imagine how hard the ground on the waterfront is. How much force would it take to break it.

Besides, the hundreds of branches of the small tree are dancing wildly in the wind. Can the sword energy pass through them without causing any damage?

Is this a coincidence? definitely is.

He Lingchuan didn't bother to care what these two people thought. After he slashed at the right time according to the situation, his mind became clearer and his breath became better. Even his breathing became smoother, and the sluggish feeling of soaking in the water was swept away. .

Can I have another knife?

It's hard to say, and he doesn't know.

On this occasion, he dare not say that his cultivation and realm have improved, but at least he has broken through the sword's intention and made himself more harmonious.

The technique of wave cutting has taken a small step forward.

Just waiting for him to strengthen and consolidate as soon as possible.

So he walked briskly back to the tent, playing a little tune.

But when he passed by the Chinese army's tent, he seemed to hear a dispute coming from inside, including the voice of his father He Chunhua.

He Lingchuan didn't think much and was about to dive in.

The soldiers guarding the tent refused: "Stop, don't come in unless you tell me!"

He Lingchuan was too lazy to argue with him and shouted: "Dad!"

"Chuan'er?" He Chunhua's voice came out, "Come in!"