Chapter 21

Until the end of dinner, grandpa didn't say a word to Uncle Shuai. Yuzhi Boyang felt that his father was a little miserable. But grandpa is not sick enough to allow their husband and wife to sleep in one room.

Early the next morning, Yu Zhibo Yang was called up by his grandfather. His grandfather motioned Yu Zhibo yang to follow. Then they entered the mountain forest. Along the way, his grandfather had been intentionally or unintentionally inquiring about their life in Muye. It can be seen that his grandfather actually wanted to go back, but he didn't know whether it was to practice Sabre skills or why he didn't go back once.

They came to a bamboo forest. Yuzhi Boyang said that the swordsman matched the bamboo forest. Grandpa really has a style. Grandpa pointed to the bamboo forest and said, cut some bamboo back. I want to make something.

Yu Zhibo Yang heard that he was about to draw a knife. Grandpa quickly stopped him. "You are stupid to practice martial arts? Who is not afraid to cut down trees and bamboo with a sword?"

Then he handed him an axe and said, "use this. Remember to do things not with what you use, but with what you should use."

After cutting for an hour, Yuzhi Boyang said that grandpa was asleep? Why don't you stop. Grandpa said, "I wanted you to cut down some trees. At your speed, I can't finish cutting when I die. Alas, I'm still delayed by the waste. What a good seedling. Let's go first. Carry the bamboo on our backs and let's go down the mountain."

Yu Zhibo Yang looked at the bamboo like a hill and then looked at Grandpa. Grandpa had gone down the hill. He didn't mean to help himself at all, so he had to carry the bamboo like a hill and walk slowly down the hill.

After breakfast, Grandpa grabbed Yu Zhibo yang to cut down the tree. He watched it all morning. Finally, Grandpa laughed. He took an axe from Yu Zhibo Yang's hand and cut down the tree. He saw it quickly and rhythmically. The impact of the axe and the tree seemed to have a different rhythm.

Grandpa saw that his grandson seemed to understand, nodded and said "Finally, I inherited some of my genes. It's not too stupid. Every tree has texture. Everyone waving an axe has a force point. This force point is the most suitable for themselves. To find this force point, make rational use of it, the rhythm of waving, exhaling and inhaling are all a way to adjust the body. You can talk about it first."

Yu Zhibo Yang opened the writing wheel eye. PA, his head was patted. "Do you also read the writing wheel eye when you eat? The biggest mistake of our Yu Zhibo family is to use the writing wheel eye for everything. It seems that you can't do anything without the writing wheel eye. What is the writing wheel eye? It's just a means and a tool. You kill people with a knife. You don't need Ninja without a knife?

Happy eyes are open, angry eyes are open, war eyes are open, and cultivation eyes are open. Are there few strong people who don't write wheel eyes? There are many at all. Get rid of your bad habits. Only by turning wheel eyes into a means and a card can you become a real strong person. Even if our ancestors closed their eyes, no one was the right hand to turn everything into a physical instinct, not with their eyes. Go on and cut until lunch. "

After lunch, Grandpa continued to let him cut trees, and told him to take the cut wood to his father and let him build a wooden house below. Then he went fishing on a bamboo raft.

Yuzhi Boyang cut from noon to dusk. When he was tired, he rested for a while and drank some water when he was thirsty. Finally, he felt that it was so interesting. His eyes still couldn't see any texture, but his body seemed to find a force point. To be exact, it was a feeling, a feeling of ignorance.

He carried the wood to the foot of the mountain. He saw grandpa lying on the rocking chair drinking tea and directing his father to make something here with bamboo. Grandpa said to his little grandson, "your father has something else to do today, so you can chop the wood from his back as firewood."

In the evening, grandpa took out a wooden knife and put it into his little grandson's hand. He said, "go outside and practice a group of basic swordsmanship. I'll see." the practice was soon finished. Grandpa had a cloth strip in his hand, "cover the cloth strip and practice until you go to bed."

Yuzhi Boyang doesn't understand anything that Grandpa asked him to do, but one thing is clear. Grandpa is teaching himself things. It seems that he is making himself realize by doing these things.

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For two days in a row, Yuzhi Boyang spent his time chopping trees and firewood and occasionally helping to build a house. Early in the morning of the third day, grandpa took a dress made of bamboo and hung several small bells on it. Grandpa said, "put it on, today we'll go hunting in the mountains." along the way, Yuzhi Boyang walked, and the bells rang all the way.

Yu Zhibo Yang looked helpless. His heart said how to hunt with a bell hanging. The small animals were scared away.

Grandpa saw that he had gone deep into the mountains and forests and said, "let's start. Catch it with your bare hands, whether it's a rabbit, pheasant or deer. Of course, if you have confidence, you can catch a tiger. Remember to know how to hide yourself. If you don't move, you will be as sick as the wind. To defeat the enemy with one move, you have a small bell on your body. Adjust your body and be integrated with your surroundings."

All day, Yuzhi Boyang caught a rabbit. Yuzhi Boyang thought he was lucky. The rabbit he caught might not want to live, so he ran straight to himself. He brought a positive one.

In this way, every morning, I cut firewood and hunt in the afternoon. At night, I practice my knife blindfolded. There are no years in the mountains. After six months, Yu zhiboyang has been able to see the texture of bamboo and trees. Every chop is just right. Every time, it is like a jumping note to write his own unique movement.

For the wood cut every day, Yuzhi Boyang will go to the nearby mountain village to exchange some small items with the villagers. The villagers are very simple. If you help him cut wood, he will give you some small items. Sometimes Yuzhi Boyang feels that there is no intrigue here. There is a whole life close to nature, and even his mood becomes comfortable.

In this month, Grandpa and father helped Yuzhi Boyang build a lot of training equipment and built a wooden house in the mountain. Next to the wooden house is a plum blossom pile. There are various organs around the plum blossom pile. Every day, they are changing the position of the organs. At first, Yuzhi Boyang was beaten black and blue, and the number of times he was knocked down has decreased significantly recently.

Grandpa began to change his plan again. He blindfolded over the stake. There was a wind chime on each stake. He could jump onto the stake only by listening to the sound. Yu Zhibo Yang fell miserably. There were too many stakes to hear...

In this way, Yuzhi Boyang cuts trees, firewood and delivers them to the door every day; Walking stakes, hunting, blindfolded sword training; Time goes by bit. In this quiet place, I don't seem to feel much.

In the twinkling of an eye, the training of Yuzhi Boyang has long changed. Practice with wooden knives, load iron man piles, carry water for the villagers with iron buckets, and practice knives in the water

On this day, grandpa told Yu Zhibo Yang that he could start practicing Yu Zhibo Liujian, that is, he could use chakra or open the wheel eye to speed up his practice.

Yu Zhibo Yang feels like a separated world. He has forgotten that he is Yu Zhibo this year. His grandfather's training method makes him think he has passed through. This time, when he came to Shaolin Temple, he cut firewood, carry water, carry weight, walk piles and hunt like a little monk every day

Although I don't understand grandpa's practice, I still gain a lot. The foundation is more solid. The control of chakra has reached a level of self recognition of metamorphosis. He is much taller, his body is stronger, and his response is more sensitive. He can even feel the wind and grass blowing around 20 meters. He is more decisive and calm in wielding a knife in wartime. Grandpa's training is more like a deformation of the basic training of samurai.