The Wheel-Turning Master

In the 368th year of the Yu Kingdom, there was a severe drought in the northern border, and the red land was thousands of miles away.

Although chaos has arisen, Ewha Prefecture in the south is peaceful.

In Huaxi County, the market at the gate of the city is bustling with people selling straw sandals, mung beans, and pork.

A man in his thirties, with a round waist and a fat face, walked to the straw sandal stall.

This man's name is Niu Er, and he is a well-known rogue in the neighborhood.

Because it was summer, Niu Er was bare-chested, revealing the three dragons tattooed on his back. He kicked the bamboo basket holding his straw sandals with his feet, frowned and asked, "When did you go out to the stall? Is your illness cured?"

Behind the bamboo basket was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, with a pale face and sweat on his forehead. He was sitting on a small stool knitting straw sandals. When he heard the noise, he stood up quickly and smiled, "Thanks to the second master, I am in good health today, so hurry up Come out and set up a stall.”

As he spoke, the young man counted out ten coins and handed them over with both hands, saying with great respect, "Second Master, this is the monthly payment. I was still thinking, if you don't come today, I will give it to you in the next episode." I’ll send it to you.”

The fat on Niu Er's face shook, but he did not accept the money. Instead, he said: "The monthly payment has increased. Starting from this month, it will be fifteen cents!"

"Why has it increased so much? It's really difficult for me to start a small business and just recover from a serious illness. Second Master, can you please be lenient for a few days?" The young man looked helpless.

"Everyone who sets up a stall has this price!" Niu Er sneered, tapping the boy twice with his hand, and said: "It has been announced from above that there is a big disaster in the north, and we in the south have to help, and our Qinglong Gang can't lag behind others. ! Give you mercy? Then who gives mercy to the victims in the north?"

I don’t know how this gangster has the nerve to say such things, but he is under the roof and has a clever name, so the young man has no choice but to pay.

Painfully, he passed out five large coins, a total of fifteen coins. The young man held it up with both hands and said bitterly: "I hope the second master will take care of me in the future."

"You are very well-behaved." Niu Erpi smiled. After collecting the money, he walked forward and came to a stall selling peaches. He picked up a red peach, wiped it with his hand, and stuffed it into his mouth. .

The young man stood there, silently watching Niu Er go away, and then sat down to knit straw sandals again.

His name was Lin Bai, and his parents were both dead. The craft of weaving straw sandals is passed down from family to family.

Ten days ago, Lin Bai slipped and fell into the water. After that, he had a high fever and the decoction was ineffective until this morning. During this period, I dreamed every day that I was living in another world.

In the dream world, there are tall buildings and bustling people. From birth, to toddling, to sunflower class, then to love, to falling into the green tea pit by mistake, and then to the endless nine-nine-six.

In the end, it seems that through endless galaxies and time, the self in another world returns to the self in this world.

Since then, the memory of the past life has been awakened, and the mystery of the womb has been solved. The ignorant boy who weaves mats and sells shoes understands where he comes from.

Of course, after having memories of his past life, Lin Bai also thought of many ways to make money, but he had no capital, so he returned to his old business.

The world is tough and life is not easy, so you have to live well first.

When it got dark and the market ended, Lin Bai went home carrying his burden.

Open the door and enter the courtyard, there are three shabby tile-roofed houses. This is also a legacy left by my parents. There is an old jujube tree in the yard, full of green fruits.

Come to the kitchen, first add water to the pot, and then light the fire.

It was evening at this time, the summer heat was still lingering, and the kitchen was really hot. Lin Bai stuffed some firewood under the stove and sat at the door of the kitchen to rest.

He leaned his head against the door, closed his eyes, and let his mind go. Then a messy light and shadow flashed by, and Lin Bai appeared on a huge disk.

After recovering from his illness this morning, Lin Bai would appear here whenever he could relax his mind. He didn't know why.

The disk seemed to be made of jade or something like that, but it was in dilapidated condition, with cracks everywhere.

It is also covered with strange lines, and I don’t know if they are patterns or some unknown writing.

The stone plate is about a hundred feet in diameter, and the surrounding fog is so dense that it is impossible to see through it.

Lin Bai couldn't figure out the origin of this stone plate, and he didn't find anything special about it.

"It may have been brought about by that otherworldly dream, but its function is unclear."

Lin Bai walked around the disk several times, but still found nothing, so he had to give up.

Open your eyes and return to the real world.

Lin Bai looked at the stove and saw that the fire was slightly smaller, so he prepared to add more firewood. But when he turned over the pile of firewood, an old wooden box suddenly fell out.

The box fell to the ground, revealing a rusty short knife and a torn book.

This is a legacy left by my father. According to what my father said, he won money in a gambling house and invited a consumptive man named Li to drink. The sick and consumptive ghost said that he was going to die soon, so he left behind a short sword and a secret book.

Moreover, the sick and consumptive ghost also said that if he could learn the skill of throwing a knife according to the secret manual, he would be able to kill someone a hundred steps away.

Of course, Lin Bai's father didn't practice it. It's not that he doesn't work hard, it's that he doesn't know how to read...

That's why Lin's father gritted his teeth and let Lin Bai attend private school for several years. But after Lin Bai could read, Lin's father died of a sudden illness due to overwork.

I found this object when I was sorting through my late father's belongings a while ago. Because I was busy weaving straw shoes and had no time to spare, I put it on the firewood pile and planned to read it while cooking rice and porridge. Later, due to illness, the matter was delayed.

Lin Bai picked up the dagger and took a closer look. This short sword is about half a foot long, the blade is slightly narrow, there are blood grooves on both sides, and the tip is heavy.

Looking at the shabby book again, there was no text on the cover. When I opened it, it turned out to be a manual of swordsmanship, with instructions on how to use flying knives written on it.

The words on the booklet were handwritten, and the ink had faded, making it barely legible.

It is stated at the beginning that the flying knife never misses its target, but it is difficult to learn it. You need to train your hearing and eyesight, as well as your waist, arms and wrists.

Then the training methods are described in detail. At the end, there are only two pages about how to use the flying knife and how to exert force.

There are also words on the last page, saying that if you have light skills and deep internal strength as a supplement, the power of the flying knife will double, and you can face the first-class masters head-on. If you don’t have internal strength to support it, it’s best to sneak attack...

However, there are no methods for practicing light skills and internal strength in the booklet.

Lin Bai flipped through it hurriedly, and felt that the art of flying knives was not a lie.

Because it is too difficult to learn it, and it requires great hard work.

And not only that, the person using the knife must be calm and decisive. When the knife is out, it is the time to decide the winner.

It seems that what is thrown out is a flying knife, but it is actually ten years or even decades of hard training.

The Yu Kingdom values ​​martial arts, and there are many martial arts schools.

But the cost of learning martial arts is also high. The "food" alone can isolate most people. Inviting famous teachers and making friends with fellow practitioners is also a big expense.

Some martial arts even require medicinal baths, or even regular pills.

All are fed with money, and even money does not necessarily mean that you can learn real skills. The law is not easily passed on, and this is even more true for the top martial arts.

Therefore, ordinary families can only learn some superficial skills to strengthen their bodies, or build up their strength and learn easy-to-use swordsmanship and boxing.

The world is difficult, and weaving mats and selling shoes cannot become a trend, and they even have no power to protect themselves.

Now that the Yu Kingdom has been in existence for nearly 400 years, and the north is experiencing a severe drought, it is possible that a one-eyed stone man will be dug out of a puddle, or a post station clerk will lose his job, or a group of prisoners will miss their term...

When the world is in turmoil, the common people will be like grass under the general trend. Not to mention seeking wealth, I am afraid that it will be difficult to save their lives.

Therefore, it is still necessary to learn a self-defense skill. But now I can hardly eat, and I can't spare the time and energy to learn...

Lin Bai thought so, looked at the stove, and found that the water in the iron pot had just boiled.

It takes about a quarter of an hour to boil water, and it took about a quarter of an hour to look through the secret book just now. However, after entering the stone disk space just now, I clearly walked in big and small circles for a long time, at least two quarters of an hour...

"Could it be that the time of the stone disk and the outside world is not unified?"

Thinking so, Lin Bai got up and washed a handful of rice into the pot, and then lit another stick of incense.

Then he sat at the door of the kitchen again, holding the burning incense, closing his eyes, and emptying his mind.

Soon, he appeared in the center of the stone disk again.

Everything here is the same as before, the disk is full of mottled cracks and strange patterns, and the outer periphery is misty.

Lin Bai closed his eyes and recalled the training method in the sword manual, but found that he remembered it clearly in his mind.

Although he only skimmed through it and didn't memorize it, the contents of the booklet are now clearly presented in his mind.

Even the slightly faded ink words and paper textures on the pages are extremely clear.

"I have enhanced my memory and five senses here? So everything I see in the outside world can be clearly presented here?"

"Can I practice flying knife techniques here? First I need a flying knife..."

Thinking like this, a mist flew in from the stone plate, and then a flying knife turned from virtual to real and appeared in the palm of his hand.

Lin Bai took the flying knife and looked at it carefully. The texture was clear, the tip of the knife was heavy and the handle was light, with a blood groove on it, and the touch was real.

With another thought, the flying knife turned into mist and dissipated.

"Words come out and the law follows, and things follow the heart? Is this the peculiarity of the stone plate space? What about time... I have to keep counting in my mind to judge the approximate time."

Thinking like this, Lin Bai immediately took a horse stance according to what was written in the book.

The art of flying knives focuses on two points: steady hands and steady lower body. Therefore, the lower body, wrist strength and concentration should be practiced first.

And the horse stance is the most basic.

He counted silently in his heart, and he could not hold on until fifty. His thighs felt like they were filled with lead water, sore and dry.

Lin Bai stopped, rubbed his legs, and said to himself: "If practicing here is effective, can my physical condition be consistent with the outside world?"

"Anyway, let's try it first!"

As soon as he said it, Lin Bai took the horse stance again.

This time he persisted a little longer, and after a short break, Lin Bai repeated it again.

He did not feel hungry here, and his energy was extremely abundant, but it was a little boring.

However, when practicing, Lin Bai found that the mist outside the disc would also change, alternating between thick and thin. According to the silent count in his heart, the mist alternated between thick and thin, which was about a day and a night.

After two days of hard work day and night, Lin Bai's horse stance could easily last half an hour.

"I can increase my strength now." Lin Bai thought, and the mist gathered in his hands, forming two small stone hammers.

Each stone hammer weighed only two pounds, and the weight would be increased slowly in the future, so as to lay a solid foundation first.

Lin Bai took a horse stance, stretched his arms straight, held the stone hammers in his hands, and looked forward.

After a while, his left hand suddenly felt a burning sensation.

Lin Bai immediately emptied his mind, and then opened his eyes, and he had returned to the real world.

The burning incense in his left hand had burned to his skin, leaving only a section as long as the nail.

"It takes two quarters of an hour for a stick of incense to burn out... I stayed in there for about two days." Lin Bai calculated silently and concluded, "A hundred times the time difference?"

Thinking of this, he stood up again and stretched his body.

His thighs were a little sore and his arms were dry. This was a sign of over-exercise, which meant that his strength was gradually increasing.

That means that my training in the disc space is effective, and the improvement of my physical condition is synchronized with the outside world.

"That means that one month in the outside world is equivalent to one hundred months in the disc? It's about... more than eight years! Then if I close my eyes for a month in the outside world, it is equivalent to more than eight years of practice in the disc space! My one month of effort is equivalent to eight years of practice for others!"

"No... Others can't practice all day and night, but I am tireless and can practice day and night, which is equivalent to multiplying by two, one month is equivalent to sixteen or seventeen years of practice for others..."

"But it can't be calculated like this. Everyone has different qualifications and different temperaments. Is my qualification good or bad?"

"Can I learn something else in it? At this time, I have memorized the sword manual deeply in my mind, at least my memory is not an obstacle."

Thinking of this, Lin Bai is full of confidence in the future. Whether it is learning martial arts, studying medicine or reading, the efficiency is much faster than others!

As long as you live well, you will become stronger and stronger!

Of course, the first thing is to get through this hard time, and at the same time learn the art of flying knives to the extreme!

This is the foundation of life! Then learn something else. You can't be a mat weaver and shoe seller for the rest of your life, right?

Just then, the door suddenly rang. The knock was so urgent that it sounded like someone was urging you to die.