rebirth of cataclysm

My sharp dagger, looking at those light and weak balloons, Hu Mingchen felt a sad feeling of powerlessness, feeling that no matter what he did, he couldn't do anything.

Hu Mingchen guessed that his mention of the gun was just used as an excuse by Pei Qiang. Perhaps, regardless of whether Hu Mingchen replaced him or not, he would treat himself like this. Based on several past experiences, it was always like this, and it was impossible for him to make Hu Mingchen go smoothly.

Profitable.

Of course, Hu Mingchen does not deny that he subjectively has no intention or need to punish or correct himself. In fact, in terms of effect, every time he arranges some almost impossible prerequisite tasks for Hu Mingchen, he is actually helping him solve the problem.

Basics, let him do solid basic training. But in terms of methods, Pei Qiang is digging a hole for Hu Mingchen to jump into.

Hu Mingchen held the dagger and gestured horizontally and vertically at a yellow balloon, but he couldn't figure it out. If he picked it, the balloon would burst instantly if the tip of the knife touched it. If he cut it, it wouldn't work. If he pulled the blade, the balloon wouldn't burst.

The cutting method seems not feasible. Unless the force is just right, otherwise, if the force is a little bit stronger, the blade can still easily make a hole in the balloon.

Hu Mingchen understood a little bit. Pei Qiang should have mastered Hu Mingchen's strength. If it is too light, the thread will not break, and if it is too heavy, the balloon will burst. Hu Mingchen wants to achieve the kind of effortless and effortless

It can be done to a certain extent.

Just talking and not practicing the fake moves, Hu Mingchen spent a long time gesticulating, and it would not work without giving it a try. They would not break those lines just by looking at them and threatening them with daggers.

Hu Mingchen held the yellow balloon that was blown up to the size of a watermelon to prevent it from moving randomly under the influence of air.

Although Pei Qiang taught Hu Mingchen that the dagger should be held with his left hand, in order to easily cut the hair-like thin thread, Hu Mingchen still used his right hand, which was more skillful and easier to control.

Before the dagger blade touched the thin line close to the balloon, Hu Mingchen's hand began to tremble slightly. Not only did his right hand tremble, but even his left hand holding the balloon was not so stable.

"Bang" Finally, when Hu Mingchen's dagger blade touched the thread, it still poked the balloon, and the balloon blew as expected and exploded.

"Hey, it's a special size." Hu Mingchen dropped his hands in frustration.

According to Pei Qiang's request, the next thing Hu Mingchen had to do was to throw a dagger ten meters away to nail the black spots on the board.

Hu Mingchen was not sure about using a knife to cut the thin thread on the balloon, but he was even less confident about throwing a flying knife to nail such a tiny point.

Just do it if you have the confidence to do it, or if you don't have the confidence to do it. Hu Mingchen believed that Pei Qiang calculated that he had left the alibi, and his every move should not escape his eyes.

Hu Mingchen left the area where the balloons were hung and found that a line had been drawn on the ground directly in front of the target board. As long as it exceeded that horizontal line, even if it was ten meters away, otherwise it would be a foul and hitting it would not count.

Hu Mingchen stood behind the line, held the dagger in his right hand and stretched it straight in front of him. He closed his left eye and used his right eye to look at the small black spot in the center of the target board in the distance. After brewing a feeling, Hu Mingchen raised his hand and flicked the dagger.

Throw it towards the board in front.

It's a pity that Hu Mingchen's flying knife not only failed to nail the little black spot, but even such a good dagger was not nailed to the board at all. Instead, after the side of the blade hit the board, it fell to the ground in an embarrassing manner.

On the ground.

Hu Mingchen shook his head in shame, cursed secretly, walked over to pick up the dagger, and then returned to the line.

With his foundation and level, Pei Qiang really couldn't teach him, just like a doctoral tutor who wants to tutor a middle school student, he can't tutor him at all. The foundation is too far behind, no matter how good the doctoral tutor is, he will tell him

It’s useless if middle school students can’t understand the content.

Hu Mingchen stretched out his right hand again, aimed at the black spot and gestured, "Bang". Unfortunately, the dagger thrown by Hu Mingchen fell to the ground again without nailing the board.

It seems that Hu Mingchen's training requirements have to be greatly reduced. He does not ask whether the thrown dagger can nail the black spot. He must first ensure that the thrown knife has the tip facing forward and can be nailed to the wooden board. If this is the case

There is no premise at all, so what's the use of aiming more accurately?

What's more, Hu Mingchen's aiming like that is just a waste of expression and useless. Even if he aimed it at first, but raised his hand and threw the knife again, the deviation would be not even a little bit.

Among those true masters of throwing knives, which one uses their eyes to aim? Basically, they rely on their heart, or a feeling they have learned through practice. That feeling is right. Whether it is a dagger or a dart,

You can do whatever you want.

The daggers thrown twice did not nail the wooden board, which made Hu Mingchen feel extremely embarrassed. If Pei Qiang saw it at this moment, he would have laughed out loud.

Pei Qiang was indeed monitoring Hu Mingchen at this moment. However, he did not smile and could not laugh when Hu Mingchen made two serious mistakes. He held his chin with one hand and turned the dagger in his hand with a very solemn expression.

Anyone who meets a professor like Hu Mingchen would look solemn.

"It's a special code. I just don't believe it. How difficult is it? Others can do it, but I'm no dumber than anyone else. Why can't I do it?" Hu Mingchen vented his anger by hitting his right hand that had made frequent mistakes with his left hand, and then went up again.

Go ahead and pick up the dagger yourself.

Ever since he cut the yellow balloon, Hu Mingchen had been repeating the same action all day long, which was throwing the dagger and picking up the dagger, throwing the dagger and picking up the dagger again.

At the end of the day, Hu Mingchen didn't know how many times he threw it away or picked it up. He only knew that his hands were getting heavier and heavier and his waist was getting more and more sore.

Pei Qiang asked Hu Mingchen to throw darts, just to let him practice his aim, his feeling, and what Hu Mingchen didn't know, to practice being able to endure loneliness.

A master, no matter what kind of master he is, must be someone who can withstand loneliness and the cold at high places. If he is an impetuous person, he will never reach that state.

Hu Mingchen is the only one in this room, which is very different from any previous training. In the previous training, Hu Mingchen could see people, or he could see the sun and the wind.

However, Hu Mingchen is in a closed space now. There is no one else except himself. He can't even hear other sounds except his own. And the training content is so boring. If

Hu Ming couldn't calm down in the morning, so he wouldn't be able to pass this level no matter what.

Whether he wants to cut the thread on the balloon, or really throws the dagger to nail the little black spot, Hu Mingchen must calm down and calm himself down. In addition to having sharp eyes and quick hands, he should also be calm and steady. Only

Only in this way can he reach the state of following his heartbeat, can easily cut the thin thread on the balloon, and can hit the black spot with one blow.

Hu Mingchen was fine in the first few hours, and could barely handle things calmly and calmly. But later on, as his silly actions were repeated more and more often, Hu Mingchen began to become restless.

After picking up the dagger, Hu Mingchen would throw the dagger out again without any hesitation. He would even throw the dagger directly at the wooden board out of anger.

After practicing for a day, Hu Mingchen was able to achieve the situation where more than half of the daggers thrown could be nailed to the board. However, as his impatience deepened, the effect declined again, and the daggers could be thrown off several times in a row.

board condition.

Even though Pei Qiang knew about Hu Mingchen's state of mind, he neither reminded nor taught him.

How far a person can go and how far he can practice, understanding is very important.

If you have to explain everything clearly and don't reflect and settle down to find a method, then no matter how diligently you practice, you will only be a good player at most, but you will never become a real master.

A true master must be able to learn spontaneously and proactively, and be good at absorbing and reflecting. Only in this way can he be able to do what others cannot, and thus make himself better than others.

After throwing away the dagger for a day, Hu Mingchen felt that his chopsticks were a little unstable. When he returned to the dormitory at night, Hu Mingchen always washed his face with his left hand. His right hand was as heavy as lead.

Lying in bed, Hu Mingchen began to think about and reflect on what he had learned today. After thinking for a while, Hu Mingchen found nothing.

It seemed that the whole day was a waste of effort. Not only did he fail to cut the thread on the balloon, but he also threw it countless times and never hit the black center. Not only did he miss the black center, but the number of times the dagger was nailed to the board also increased from less to more.

, and then change from more to less.

Hu Mingchen turned over. He firmly believed that Pei Qiang's arrangement was purposeful and targeted, but how could he achieve those two seemingly impossible requirements?

After tossing and turning for a long time, Hu Mingchen still couldn't find a reason.

In a daze, he fell into a deep sleep due to fatigue.

When he got up early the next morning, Hu Mingchen went to wash his face and brush his teeth. He found that his right arm was swollen and he couldn't move it, let alone washing his face, even brushing his teeth. As a last resort, Hu Mingchen had to rely on his left hand to complete this series of actions.

Pei Qiang did not accompany Hu Mingchen to the practice room that day. After a morning jog, he continued to practice daggers by himself.

His right hand could no longer move, so Hu Mingchen continued to let his left hand do the work.

But yesterday, using his right hand, Hu Mingchen's results were so unsatisfactory, not to mention that now that he is left-handed, he has to use his left hand, which is even more unfamiliar and uncomfortable.

Hu Mingchen didn't need to cut the balloon today. He had to nail the black spot first before he could cut a balloon.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" Hu Mingchen stood behind the line and threw the dagger five times with his left hand. His dagger hit the board five times and fell to the ground ruthlessly. Once it was nailed to the board.

No chance.

Suddenly, Hu Mingchen was even more shocked.