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- Chapter 71 Greed
When Fang Jie saw the old lame man¡¯s one-style knife under the dead plum tree in Hong Xiuzhao¡¯s backyard, he stood there dumbly like a dead branch of the plum tree. After the old lame man finished using his sword skills, he realized how wrong he was.
? One style of sword is not one move of sword technique.
One-style sword is a one-way sword technique.
Not to mention how amazing the power of this sword technique is, just the way it is used can scare people to death.
The knife moves in one stroke, and the angle of each knife strike is so weird that it makes people think that the person wielding the knife has a broken arm. Because in anyone's opinion, it is impossible for a normal person's arm to have so many changes. The human wrist can exert force in six directions, which is the limit of the flexibility of the human arm joints. But the old cripple's elbows were actually more flexible than his wrists.
How could a normal person bend his elbow in the opposite direction?
Who could have predicted it if the knife was used like this?
So Fang Jie was stupid, completely stupid. He subconsciously looked at his right arm, imagining the scene where his arm was bent backwards and a layer of goose bumps immediately appeared. The more carefully he thought about the appearance of his broken arm, the stronger the chill and fear in his heart became. He now has no doubt that all the bones in the old cripple's body are broken, so that he can bend and destroy his limbs at will.
"This is too difficult."
Fang Jie swallowed hard, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and asked hesitantly: "If I want to practice this style of sword, do I need to break all the bones in my body first? And I can't To pick it up? Then gradually adapt to the many more joint positions in the body, but what I don¡¯t understand ishow can the muscles bear it? "
¡°The bones can bear it, what can¡¯t the flesh bear?¡±
After finishing the sword technique, the old lame man saw beads of sweat on his forehead. This shows that at his age, many things cannot be changed.
He threw the rusty knife in his hand to the ground and sat down on a stone to drink and catch his breath: "This knife technique was what I relied on when I first walked around the world fifty years ago. I did a lot of killing and stealing. The sword technique was also somewhat famous in the world. But as I got older and lost my temper, I gradually stopped using it. There has been no one-style sword in the world for fifty years, and even if you learned how to use it, no one would still recognize it. "
He waited for his breathing to gradually calm down and said: "This sword technique is too sinister and vicious. The strangeness of the sword movement is all due to the weird mind and cruel heart, so the sword is cruel."
"You think I'm cruel?"
Fang explained the question.
The old lame man smiled and said: "No one is willing to believe that they are violent in their hearts, and no one dares to face the impulse to kill in their hearts. The pleasure of killing is mostly found in dreams, and once you wake up, you often have to pretend and blame yourself. Ichiban. It doesn¡¯t matter whether you are a vicious person at heart. What matters is whether you want to learn this vicious sword technique.¡±
"With a one-style sword, the way and angle of each sword is difficult for people to think of and predict. If you use this kind of sword technique to fight with others, even those who are much better than you in martial arts will be forced to panic. Because it goes against people¡¯s normal thinking, it boils down to a trick word.¡±
The old lame man paused for a moment and said with some self-deprecation: "No matter what you do, if you focus solely on this trick, you will inevitably fall behind. When I was young, I only pursued the pleasure of killing people and indulged in revenge, so my mind was inevitably extreme. . This style of sword is also extremely extreme. It can even be said that there are hundreds of sects in the world, and no martial arts is more cunning and sinister than the one style sword. "
Fang Jie nodded, and he agreed with what the old cripple said.
No matter who or what happens, as long as you get into the word "guilty", you will indeed appear to be inferior and lose your integrity.
But there is nothing upright in this world.
So Fang Jie smiled and said: "The lowest skill is the best skill. Regardless of whether it is weird or not, in terms of the sword technique of this sword, it is the best. The ruthlessness of the sword technique lies in the ruthlessness of the heart. If the heart is not cruel, He is ruthless, even with his ruthless sword skills, he can still display a somewhat dignified demeanor."
He said something that made the old cripple very happy, and he was very flattering.
"I have never seen how you used a knife fifty years ago, and I don't know how ruthless a one-style sword was fifty years ago. But seeing you use this sword technique today, apart from being shocked and surprised, I only have endless admiration. There is nothing sinister about the swordsmanship, but an honest expression of maximizing the potential of the human body."
The old lame man was stunned, and then he couldn't help but laughed and cursed shamelessly.
Fang Jie has never been a person who feels guilty for being shameless, so he smiled and asked: "The exam will start in the Yanwu Academy in one month. How many sword skills can I master in one month?"?¡±
The lame man thought about it carefully and said, "What matters is how much perseverance you have."
Fang Jie remained silent. After thinking about it, he suddenly raised his right arm and smashed it horizontally. His right forearm hit the dead plum tree hard. With a click, the plum tree as thick as his calf was broken into two pieces. The arm bone was also broken into two pieces. Gritting his teeth, Fang Jie held the severed arm with his other hand and bent it backwards at a 90-degree angle. This look could scare people into a cold sweat. Just like the broken arm he imagined in his mind just now, it was exactly the same.
The old lame man's eyes flashed, then he shook his head and cursed: "Yesterday I said you were smart, but today I realized that you are just a fucking idiot! You broke your arm before I finished speaking. How can I practice swordsmanship when I¡¯m dead? Damn it If you say you¡¯re ruthless, why don¡¯t you ask me if I have any tips for reversing the joints?¡±
Fang Jie pushed the broken arm back, and sweat as big as peas on his forehead was dripping down his face. He picked up a broken plum tree branch from the ground, and tore off a sleeve with his teeth. He tied the broken branch to his broken arm with his hands and mouth. After tying it, his back was soaked with sweat.
The old lame man didn¡¯t help, he was still chattering and cursing.
The more he curses, the more angry he gets.
Fang Jie fell to the ground and reached out to pick up the old lame man's wine gourd and took a sip. Then he wiped the sweat from his face and said with a smile: "A person who is too smart cannot be distracted, so he must find some way to keep himself occupied." There is still a way to go. After practicing swordsmanship for a month and only having one arm, I guess I don¡¯t have the time to think about taking chances.¡±
"Are you stupid?"
The old cripple asked him after being startled for a moment.
Fang Jie nodded and replied seriously: "Silly, very stupid!"
"Old man, which hand did you use when you used the knife just now?"
"Right hand"
"Now my right hand is broken."
Fang Jie said seriously: "Then you can only teach me how to use the left-handed sword?"
The old cripple's expression changed, and then he suddenly realized Fang Jie's intention. His shoulders were shaking slightly, and he bent down to pick up the rusty knife and handed it to Fang Jie's left hand. After a moment of silence, he looked into Fang Jie's eyes and asked word for word: "How did you figure out that I'm the best with a left-handed sword?"
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When a gecko encounters danger, it will actively break its tail to attract the enemy and escape on its own. If a wild wolf gets its leg caught in an iron trap set by a hunter, it will bite off the leg and then escape.
¡°Next to the dead plum blossoms in Hongxiuzhao¡¯s backyard, Fang broke off his right arm.
The old lame man's expression changed, but Fang Jie, who had been stupid for a while, didn't seem to have any regrets or annoyance.
¡°He used this cruel or vicious method, using the old cripple¡¯s left hand with a knife. No one knew how he could tell. The old cripple asked, but he didn¡¯t tell. The old cripple has not traveled around the world for fifty years, and the name of Mr. Luo, a left-handed swordsman who was feared on the green forest roads in the south of the Yangtze River fifty years ago, has long been forgotten. After fifty years of ups and downs, new people have long replaced the old ones.
Who still remembers his left-hand knife?
Fang Jie is not left-handed. He eats, drinks, and even wipes his butt with his right hand. But now he broke his right arm without the slightest hesitation. Perhaps only a madman could do such a thing.
So the old lame man was a little distracted and couldn't help but ask: "Do you have a deep grudge?"
Fang Jie shook his head.
"What specific goal do you have that you must achieve?"
The old cripple asked again.
Fang Jie thought for a while and shook his head. Until now, whether in Fan Gu or in the imperial capital, he seemed to have no unwavering purpose. He wanted to enter the martial arts academy, but if he couldn't get in, he wouldn't commit suicide by throwing himself into the river. The second best thing to do is to be a civil servant if he can't enter the Yanwu Academy. If he can't do it, he won't feel regretful. He has never been a person who can't get out of a dead end. He may have regrets, but regrets are never the main theme.
"There is no long-term consideration, just to be able to enter the martial arts academy for now, is it worth it?"
The old cripple will ask again.
Fang Jie thought for a long time, nodded and said, "It's worth it."
The old lame man did not continue to ask, but just looked at the rusty knife in Fang Jie's left hand and murmured: "You have the foundation to use a knife and have already entered the palace. If you practice a sword with your right hand, it will be difficult for even a small success within a month. At least I can do it in a decent way, so I can get started But now that I am using my left hand, it will be difficult to get started in one month. "
After saying this, he turned and walked away as if full of regret. But Fang Jie couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the old cripple's back.cheap.
"Let me see if you can do some tricks."
The old lame man who walked out more than ten steps sat in the recliner, squinting his eyes. He didn't drink much, but he looked a little tipsy.
Fang Jie nodded and took a deep breath.
Close your eyes and carefully recall the sword skills the old lame man used before.
One is practicing, the other is watching.
? One scolds, the other gets scolded.
When he got anxious, the old cripple jumped up and kicked him. He giggled after being kicked and didn't mind at all.
About a hundred meters away from where they practice swordsmanship is the three-story wooden building in the front yard of Hongxiuzhao. The wooden building is very large, with at least hundreds of rooms counting up and down, not including the very large main hall on the first floor. There is strength in numbers. Yesterday at midnight, thanks to the efforts of the girls, servants and neighbors, the building was cleaned. Just because no one has lived there for so long, there is an unpleasant musty smell.
The girls all live on the third floor, and each of them has one room and many rooms are free. The scale of Hong Xiu Zhao was evident at first. The number of girls who participated in Hong Xiu Zhao was amazing.
Hongxiuzhao is just a singing and dancing shop, not a brothel business.
In the imperial capital, there are not too many singing and dancing shops, but at least there are dozens of them that are famous. However, if you are not engaged in the flesh business and only focus on singing and dancing, this one is the only one that has no semicolon. When Prince Zhong Yang Qi put up his red sleeves and waved the flag, he said that he would build the most elegant and pure singing and dancing house in the imperial capital.
With his status, it is difficult for him to do it.
Unless someone wants to die, he will ask the girls in Hongxiu Zhao whether they accept customers or not.
The girls didn¡¯t go to bed until dawn, so the building seemed a little empty. The entourage and servants were still busy arranging and tidying up. The butler Tu Wu, who had a high status in the building, took two people out early to report to the Chang'an Mansion Yamen, and then needed to recruit some helpers.
Most people are asleep, but Xi Huamei is not sleepy at all.
Maybe it was the return to the imperial capital after eleven years that made her feel a little nostalgic. She stood in front of the back window of the wooden building and looked at the backyard in a daze. He stood motionless like this, not knowing whether he was seeing the scenery now or the scenery eleven years ago.
After a long time, as if the scene was frozen, she took a slow breath and asked the beautiful woman next to her: "I asked you on the way, what do you think of this young man."
She looked at the young man who was wielding the sword with a broken arm and asked: "I cut off my right arm in order to practice one-style swordsmanship with my left hand. People with such courage and courage are rare in the Sui Dynasty at least. Now what do you think of him?" ¡±
Dressed in white and looking like an immortal, Xi Zhuxin looked at the young man's figure with an everlasting expression on his face, as if nothing could disturb her state of mind. She looked out the window but didn't know if the boy outside the window was in her eyes. After a moment of silence, she raised the corner of her mouth and made a one-word comment.
"Greed"
Xi Huamei was slightly stunned, then couldn't help but smile and said: "Without greed, how can we be obsessed? How can we achieve success if our mind is not obsessed? Greed has always been the strongest and most lasting driving force for people's continuous growth. ¡± - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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