Chapter 71

When Fang Xie saw the old cripple's knife under the withered plum tree in the backyard of red tea, he stood there like a dead branch of the plum tree. After the old cripple finished his knife technique, he realized how wrong he was.

One blade, not one move.

One blade is a one-way blade technique.

Not to mention how powerful this Sabre technique is, it can frighten people to death just by using it.

The angle of each knife is strange, which makes people think that the arm of the person who made the knife is broken. Because in anyone's opinion, a normal person's arm can't change so much. Human wrists can exert force in six directions, which is the limit of human arm joint flexibility. But the old cripple's elbow is even more flexible than his wrist.

How can a normal person bend his elbow in the opposite direction?

Who would have expected a knife like this?

So Fang Xie is stupid, completely stupid. He subconsciously looked at his right arm, imagined the scene of his arm bending back, and immediately a layer of goose bumps appeared. The more he thought about his broken arm, the more cold and fear he felt. Now he had no doubt that all the bones of the old cripple were broken, so that he could bend and spoil his limbs at will.

"This... Is too difficult."

Fang Xie swallowed and spit hard, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, hesitated and asked, "if I want to practice this kind of knife, do I need to break all the bones of my body and can't pick it up? Then gradually adapt to the many joint positions of my body, but what I don't understand is... How can the muscles stand it?"

"Bones can stand it. What can't meat stand?"

The old cripple saw fine beads of sweat on his forehead. From this, we can see that at his age, many things still can't be changed.

He threw the rusty knife on the ground and sat down on a stone to drink and breathe: "This Sabre technique was used by me when I first wandered the Jianghu 50 years ago. I didn't do much about killing people and stealing goods at the beginning. This Sabre technique is also famous in the Jianghu. But later, when I got older and had a small temper, this Sabre technique gradually disappeared. There has been no duplicate sabre in the Jianghu for 50 years. If you learn to use it, it may not be known by anyone."

He waited for his breath to gradually calm down and said, "this Sabre technique is too cruel and vicious. It's all because of the strange mind and cruel heart."

"Do you think I'm a cruel man?"

Fang Xie asked.

The old lame man smiled and said, "everyone doesn't want to believe that there is violence in their heart, and no one dare to face the impulse to kill in their heart. The pleasure of killing mostly exists in dreams. Once you wake up, you often have to blame yourself. It doesn't matter whether you are a cruel and vicious person in your bones, but whether you want to learn this cruel and vicious sabre."

"It's a kind of Dao. It's hard to think of and predict the way and angle of each Dao. If you fight with people with this Dao method, even people with much better martial arts than you will be forced to be in a hurry by you. It's against people's normal thinking, so it comes down to a strange word."

The old cripple paused for a moment and said with some self mockery: "No matter what you do, if you concentrate on this strange word, you will inevitably be inferior. When I was young, I only pursued the pleasure of killing people and indulged in gratitude and hatred in the Jianghu, so my mind is inevitably extreme. This kind of Dao is also extreme. It can even be said that there are hundreds of schools in the Jianghu, and no martial arts is more mysterious and vicious than this kind of Dao."

Fang Xie nodded, and he agreed with the old cripple.

No matter anyone or anything, as long as they get into the word "sophistication", they really look inferior and lose their integrity.

But there is no justice in this world.

So Fang Xie smiled and said, "the worst is the best. Whether it's weird or not, it's the best Sabre technique alone. The evil Sabre technique lies in the evil heart. If the heart is not evil, even if you use the evil Sabre technique, you can use a bit of decent style."

He said something that made the old lame very happy. He flattered very well.

"I haven't seen how you used the knife 50 years ago, and I don't know how cruel the one-piece knife 50 years ago was. But today, when you use this Sabre technique, there is only endless admiration except shock and surprise. There is no cruelty in the sabre technique, but it is an expression of giving full play to the potential of the human body."

The old cripple was stunned, and then couldn't help laughing and scolding a shameless sentence.

Fang Xie was never guilty of being shameless, so he smiled and asked, "the martial arts academy will start the exam in another month. How many points can I achieve in a month?"

The old cripple thought carefully and said, "I care about... How much perseverance you have."

Fang Xie was silent. After thinking about it, he suddenly swung his right arm and hit it horizontally. His right forearm hit the dead plum tree. With a click, the plum tree with thick legs broke in two, and the arm bone of his forearm broke in two. Fang Xie, who was biting his teeth, held the broken arm with his other hand and folded it back 90 degrees. It looked like it could frighten people into a cold sweat. Just like just now, his brain The broken arm in the son looks the same.

The old cripple looked at him with a cold look in his eyes, then shook his head and scolded: "yesterday he said you were smart. Today he knew that you were an idiot! Before I finished talking, you broke your arm. How can you practice the knife? Shit... If you say you are cruel, you will be cruel. Won't you ask me if I have any tips to reverse the joints?"

Fang Xie pushed the broken arm back, and the sweat with big soybean grains on his forehead had flowed down his face. He picked up a broken branch of a plum tree from the ground, tore off a sleeve with his teeth, tied the broken branch to his broken arm with his hands and mouth, and wet his back with sweat after binding.

The old cripple didn't help and was still nagging.

Even the more scolded, the more angry.

Fang Xie sat down on the ground, reached out his hand, took a sip of the old lame's wine gourd, wiped the sweat on his face and said with a smile: "a person is too smart to concentrate, so he must find some way to make himself have no other way to go. I have only one arm to practice my knife in a month. I guess I don't have the mind to think about how to speculate."

"Silly force?"

The old cripple was stunned and asked him.

Fang Xie nodded and answered seriously, "silly - forced, very silly - forced!"

"Old man, which hand did you use to use the knife just now?"

"Right hand"

"Now my right hand is broken."

Fang Xie said seriously, "can you only teach me left-hand knife?"

As soon as the old cripple's face changed, he suddenly realized Fang Xie's intention. His shoulders trembled slightly and he bent down to pick up the rusty knife and handed it to Fang Xie's left hand. After a moment of silence, he looked into Fang Xie's eyes and asked word by word: "how can you see... I'm the best left-handed knife?"

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When gecko is in danger, it will take the initiative to break its tail to attract the enemy and get away. The wolf's leg is clamped by the iron clip laid by the hunter. It will bite off that leg and run away.

Beside the dead plum in the backyard of red tea, Fang broke his right arm.

The old lame man changed his face, and the silly forced solution seemed to have no regret and chagrin.

He changed the old lame man's left hand into a knife in this tragic or vicious way. No one knew how he saw it. The old lame asked, but he didn't say. The old cripple has not wandered in the Jianghu for 50 years. The name of the frightening left-hand daoluo on the green forest road in the south of the Yangtze River 50 years ago has long been forgotten. Fifty years of Jianghu trials and tribulations, new people have changed old people long ago.

Who remembers his left knife?

Fang Xie is not left-handed. He eats, drinks and even wipes his ass with his right hand. But now he broke his right arm without hesitation. Maybe only a madman can do such a thing.

So the old cripple was a little distracted and couldn't help asking, "do you have a deep hatred?"

Fang Xie shook his head.

"What specific purpose do you have to achieve?"

The old cripple asked again.

Fang Xie thought about it and shook his head. Up to now, he seems to have no firm purpose in fan Gu or the imperial capital. He wants to enter the martial arts academy, but if he can't, he won't throw himself into the river. He wants to be a civil servant. If he can't do it, he won't regret. He has never been a person who can't get out of a dead end. He may have regret, but regret is not the main theme.

"No long-term consideration, just to enter the martial arts academy at present, is it worth it?"

The old lame asked again.

Fang Xie pondered for a long time, nodded and said, "it's worth it."

The old cripple didn't continue to ask. He just looked at the rusty knife in Fang Xie's left hand and murmured, "you have the foundation to use the knife, and you have entered the house with the knife. You can practice the knife with your right hand. Even if it is difficult to make a small Chengdu within a month, at least you can make it look like a model. You have entered the door... But now you are changing your left hand. It's difficult to get started in a month."

With these words, he turned to one side, as if full of regret. But Fang Xie couldn't help laughing at the old cripple's back. It was very cheap.

"Play some tricks and let me see."

The old cripple who went out for more than ten steps sat in the recliner, squinted, didn't drink much wine, but he looked slightly drunk.

Fang Xie nodded and took a deep breath.

Close your eyes and carefully recall the knife technique used by the old cripple before.

One practice, one watch.

One swears and the other gets scolded.

In a hurry, the old lame jumped up and kicked him. He laughed foolishly and didn't mind at all.

About a hundred meters away from where they practice knives, there is a three-story wooden building in the front yard of tea recruitment. The wooden building is very large. It has at least hundreds of rooms up and down, not including the large main hall on the first floor. There were many people and great strength. At midnight last night, with the efforts of the girls, servants, servants and neighbors, the building had been cleaned clean. Just because no one has lived for too long, there is an uncomfortable musty smell.

The girls all live on the third floor, one for each, and there are many rooms available. It can be seen from the scale of the original tea move that there were so many girls in the original tea move, which is amazing.

Tea move is just a song and dance shop, not a brothel business.

In the imperial capital, there are not as many song and dance shops as a cow's hair, but at least there are dozens of famous ones. Those who don't do skin and meat business and concentrate on singing and dancing have no semicolons. When the loyal Prince Yang Qi raised the red tea flag, he said he would build the most elegant and pure song and dance shop in the imperial capital city.

In his capacity, it's hard not to do it.

Unless someone wants to die, they will ask the girls of red tea whether to receive guests or not.

The girls didn't sleep until dawn, so the building seemed a little empty. The attendants and servants were still busy arranging and cleaning up. Tu Wu, the housekeeper with a high position in the building, took two people out of the door early to report to the Yamen of Chang'an Prefecture, and then had to recruit some helpers.

Most people are asleep, but the thrush is not sleepy.

Or returning to the imperial palace after 11 years of separation made her feel a little. She stood in front of the back window of the wooden building and looked at the backyard in a daze. Standing still like this, I don't know whether I saw the scenery now or eleven years ago.

After a long time, she slowly took a breath and asked the fairy looking woman around her: "on the way, I asked you what you think of this teenager."

She looked at the young man who danced with a broken arm and asked, "in order to practice the left-hand sword, she broke her right arm. At least there are few people with such courage and courage in the Sui Dynasty. Now... What do you think of him?"

A candle wick dressed in white and dusty like an immortal looked at the young man's figure, and her face was always Gu Jing Bu Bo. It seemed that nothing could disturb her mood. She looked out of the window, but she didn't know whether the boy outside the window was in her eyes. She was silent for a moment. She picked a word of comment from the corner of her mouth.

"Greed"

The rest thrush was slightly stunned. Then he couldn't help smiling and said, "without greed, how can you hold on to your thoughts? If you have nothing to hold on to, why can you succeed? Greed... Has always been the strongest and most lasting driving force for people's continuous growth."