The Book of Troubled Times

Chapter 14 The Weight of That Knife (Happy New Year's Day)

The two people who were full of worries couldn't sleep soundly. The next day the handyman came to deliver the steamed corn bread. As soon as the first knock on the door, both of them immediately jumped out of bed at the same time like a spring. Then each of them settled down, turned their heads and looked at each other, Zhao Changhe smiled: "Morning."

Luo Qi ignored him, and immediately looked down at his body, the quilt was still tightly wrapped. He breathed a sigh of relief and didn't answer.

Zhao Changhe didn't bother to pay attention to him, he just jumped out of bed to open the door, took the bun and came in, and saw Luo Qi sitting by the bed with his slightly messy hair.

That gesture... was inadvertently seductive.

Zhao Changhe's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head to talk about the topic: "Damn it, I haven't brushed my teeth, so I'm not used to it anywhere."

Luo Qi said lazily: "You are from the countryside, you speak like a wealthy family, and you know how to brush your teeth with willow branches?"

Zhao Changhe gnawed on the cornbread and squinted over: "You understand again? Returning willow branches, isn't it just a domestic servant... Uh, sorry."

"What's there to be sorry for? You've offended me by talking nonsense? I say you are a countryman, and you say that my family has servants. Both are clean." Luo Qi rolled his eyes at him: "Let's go, you practice your skills , I still have to suffer haha ​​to get meat for you."

"Uh, what I said last night..."

Luo Qi walked to the door, looked back and smiled: "What you said is too naive, I'm afraid it won't come true. But... I'll think of other ideas, let's see."

This look back and smile was actually a bit shocking, but Zhao Changhe didn't realize it, nodded and said: "There is always a way."

The straight man was like this, so Luo Qi himself didn't pay attention to the femininity that was revealed more and more inadvertently, so he went out on missions with Wowotou.

In fact, Zhao Changhe just didn't want to look at it on purpose.

Regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, it will only affect the speed of my cultivation.

As soon as Luo Qi left, he went to the martial arts field by himself. Originally, he said that he would practice blood evil kung fu in the morning and practice swords in the afternoon, but he felt that he was running blood evil kung fu while he was practicing knives. As a result, the progress of blood evil kung fu seems to be a bit fast. to teach.

"Quick? To what extent? You try to punch me in the way of blood evil kung fu." Teacher Sun didn't care.

Zhao Changhe said carefully: "Full strength?"

"Of course I do my best." Professor Sun rolled his eyes: "You still want to impress me?"

Zhao Changhe felt the same, so he squatted down and put his fists in his waist.

The Qi and blood of Xuesha Gong flowed in his body, and Zhao Changhe could feel his muscles full of strength, vicious and fierce.

With a sound of "drink", Zhao Changhe threw a heavy punch with all his strength.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but with this punch, the scenery in my eyes turned red...

Sun Jiaoxi casually raised his hand to block it, and Zhao Changhe felt a sudden and unpredictable force coming, and he took several steps back before barely standing still. The full sense of strength faded instantly, and the illusion of blood in his eyes disappeared, as if he had been beaten.

Zhao Changhe felt a little admired in his heart, and smiled apologetically, "Sure enough, teaching is teaching."

Sun Jiaoxi put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Your progress... is indeed a bit fast. But there is no special reason. Your comprehension is not bad. The main reason is that your physique is so good and your energy and blood are so full that you are too suitable. Blood evil skill. It's really strange, you, a poor person from a village, where did you get such good nutrition? How did you get your bones?"

He didn't let Zhao Changhe see that the hands behind his back were shaking slightly.

I was too careless, I blocked it casually, I didn't expect this guy to be so fierce... It's too exaggerated.

Zhao Changhe thought to himself that when it comes to physical nutrition, your leader may not be able to eat well as an ordinary office worker in modern times, not to mention that I am more or less a sportsman, and my physique is better than that of ordinary classmates. Speaking of which, that "eye behind the back" hasn't been of much use so far. After working for a long time, this physical fitness is my biggest hang-up?

"Of course there is another reason. You haven't lost your Yuanyang, and your energy is full, and it's overflowing... It's really called vigorous blood." Sun Jiaoxi didn't know whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm. He looked him up and down for a while, but he still couldn't bear it. I missed a sentence: "Is it nineteen? How pitiful."

"Grass." Zhao Changhe poked his neck and said, "Isn't it a loss of Yuanyang if you masturbate yourself?"

"It looks similar on the surface, but in terms of martial arts, it's not a big deal, unless you do it too often... Why do I tell you this if I'm careless?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Sun Jiaoxi was expressionless: "In the current situation, your blood evil skill is almost at the beginning. This month, polish it well and try to sprint to the first floor. In fact, if you rush to the first floor, it should be the first level of the entrance."

"One entry per month?" Zhao Changhe was incredulous. Thinking of Luo Qi who was still very proud to practice martial arts since he was sixteen or seventeen years old, he wondered if he would vomit blood when he heard the news.

"This is the magic skill, and you will know the price in the future. Although you are much faster than others even in the magic skill, it is still not beyond the understandable range." Sun Jiaoxi said lightly: "Okay, your practice of kung fu The progress is indeed far superior to the sword technique, so don't be biased. The three moves I taught you yesterday, straight cut, horizontal cut, and turned around cut, how many times have you practiced each?"

Zhao Changhe said honestly: "Originally I set it a thousand times, but I forgot to count the number of times while chopping and chopping. I guess the difference is not much."

Really a thousand times? Sun Jiaoxi almost puffed up his eyeballs, and pointed at a wooden stake calmly and calmly: "Did you see the mark in the middle? Just hack at that position and let me see."

Zhao Changhe drew his knife.

"Shua!" The light of the knife flashed, and it struck the knife mark on Sun Jiaoxi's finger. It was not a perfect fit, but there was a slight deviation. Sun Jiaoxi took a deep breath and muttered, "It's okay."

Zhao Changhe said: "It's not very good, I feel like I can practice more today."

How about being modest? Do you think that when I said it was okay, I meant that you cut it well? What I am referring to is that fortunately your talent in the Dao of the Sword is only average, not as heaven-defying as the blood evil skill, otherwise it would be too much.

Sun Jiaoxi looked much more relaxed: "Actually, in terms of talent alone, you are not very high, and you are even slightly better than mediocre. After all, this is the simplest cut, and ordinary woodcutters can do it after a few days of chopping firewood." Got it, how can a true Dao of the Sword genius practice it a thousand times and still be inaccurate? But the problem is that you know you are not sure, you can practice it a thousand times, but most people can't."

Zhao Changhe: "Uh..."

"If you can still practice a thousand times a day after learning the Blood Fiend Saber Technique, your achievements will exceed my expectations." Teacher Sun said leisurely: "Of course, ordinary people who have learned advanced sword techniques and The first level of the advanced entrance should be quite a leader, and when the time comes, there will be a big bowl of wine, a big piece of meat, and a lot of flirtatious girls, and there will not be many who can keep working hard, I don’t know what will happen to you.”

Zhao Changhe is not sure what will happen to him in the future. Anyway, right now he is really serious, almost devoting himself to it. It's not just to get stronger and to go back, he really found fun in this kind of thing.

It's like playing games back then, dying to death in front of a BOSS, but refusing to give up no matter what, the server maintenance is still cursing and reluctant to leave. It's a bit similar now, the fuck can't you cut that position? I refused to accept it and continued to chop. This "BOSS" will have to live as he wants one day.

The same is true for Xuesha Gong. He found joy in the process of growing stronger and stronger, and also faintly enjoyed the awe of the people around him.

In the martial arts arena, Zhao Changhe's voice became louder and bolder, and he soon became one with everyone.

The scholarly atmosphere in the university has unknowingly become weaker and weaker, while the gangster atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger.

But it's only a few days...

Born bandits.

"Crack!" It was dusk, and Zhao Changhe, who had practiced for a day, put away his knife, and slapped a gangster next to him on the shoulder: "I can go out sometime, brother, please go drink with me!"

The gangster smiled apologetically: "Of course everyone invited Boss Zhao to drink. Just because Boss Zhao stabbed Luo Zhenwu to death with a single knife, it deserves a toast."

"Huh? You were there that day?"

"Of course we're not here, but I've heard from the brothers who participated in the teaching in the past few days that Boss Zhao is now well-known in the Jianghu."

"Huh? That's not the case. If a Luo family puppy dies, there will be a gust of wind in the rivers and lakes. Who will remember it?"

The gangster said mysteriously: "They said that more than ten years ago, the current emperor's old son went on a tour and stayed at Luo's house on the way. The old tortoise, the owner of Luozhuang, flattered the emperor, so he sent his wife to treat guests..."

Zhao Changhe was startled, and chewed this sentence several times: "Could it be that..."

The gangster clapped his hands: "Oh, Luo Zhenwu may be the emperor's seed! That's why the royal family took special care of the Luo family! Just like that day, the Luo family had hidden masters, if it wasn't for Venerable Suzaku , how can it be done... Boss, tell me, anyone can hide a master inside?"

Zhao Changhe held back for a long time before choking out a word: "Grass!"

It's strange, at that time, I felt that the attitude of Master Luo talking to his son was not like treating the prince at all, so he was his son at all, right? Is it a mistake... or have they been used to it for many years?

The gangster said: "In the past, everyone said that the Luo family was related to the royal family, but no one could explain what the relationship was... It's not that they didn't understand, but no one dared to say it before! Now, we are the Holy Cult, and the opposite is true. This dilapidated imperial court killed this shit prince, why should we hide it for them?"

Zhao Changhe sighed. I thought this was some kind of core secret that could only be asked after joining the religion, but unexpectedly it was revealed in front of me by accident.

It is true that it was a secret beforehand, but after the event, the Blood God Sect would like to publicize it all over the world.

So my knife at that time seemed... a bit awesome.

"Just beheaded an illegitimate son of the emperor, and the name will only be there for a while, and no one will mention it in a few days." Zhao Changhe said something seemingly modest, intending to end the topic.

As a result, the other party's eyes widened: "Just an illegitimate child? No, boss, you really don't understand. The crown prince is dead, and the emperor has no son."

Zhao Changhe froze when he turned around and wanted to leave, dumbfounded.

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PS: I wish you all a happy New Year's Day~ I wish you all good health, good health and good health in the new year.