The first cause of all realms

Chapter 5 Steady, accurate and ruthless!
The moon was shining brightly and the stars were sparse. In the guest room, Yang Yu hadn't slept for a long time, so he turned over and sat up, took out the broken knife, and began to practice the knife moves.

It is not accurate to say that it is a knife move.

Something more basic than the basics, like holding a knife.

There are different types of holding a knife, such as forward grip, reverse grip, left grip, right grip, oblique grip, etc. According to each way of holding a knife, there are basic positions and skills.

Yang Ju is naturally holding the handle of the knife.

Call ~
The broken knife flashed across the moonlight shining into the room, Yang Jue's eyes were bright, and many skills were imprinted in his mind, which could be compared from time to time.

"It's a pity that I can't see the progress bar..."

Unhurriedly using the techniques in his mind one by one, Yang Jue subconsciously glanced at the wall, thinking with regret.

But not long after, he was already immersed in it and forgot about the chores.

It wasn't until his body felt sore that he realized that the sky had already dawned.

"It's been a night?"

Yang Ju shook his numb palm, his heart trembled.

He was quite sure that he never had such concentration before.

In the past, even if he really wanted to accomplish something, he still couldn't help but desert.

Although it's not a 3-minute fever, it's impossible to focus to this extent.

"Did the previous 'refining' improve my concentration?"

While soothing his muscles and bones, Yang Jue guessed.

In the cauldron, he didn't feel tired, and he couldn't count the time. Thinking about it now, he probably lasted for a long time.

Maybe it's not becoming focused by myself, but 'habit'?
Involuntarily, he wanted to try refining here again, but now is not the time, if he is unconscious for a few days, it will be very troublesome.

……

There is no strict system for the old man Wei to learn martial arts, and it can even be said that it is very loose.

When to come, when to leave, when to practice, Wei He doesn't care.

Most of the time, he hugged the old monkey and leaned on the big chair like sleeping, but once he made a mistake in the practice, he would scold him in time.

But Yang Qiu knew that there was no other way.

Wei He is not a martial arts school after all, those who come to him to learn martial arts come in their free time, and most of the time, they still have to go to work.

Those who can come to practice for several hours every day are only two or three people.

Like before Yang prison, three or five days a month is not bad.

"Today, there is another junior apprentice, so I will say a few more words for you."

As soon as Yang Qiu came to the courtyard, he heard old man Wei's voice, so he hastened his steps and walked behind a few senior brothers to stand still.

Wei He let go of the old monkey, walked lamely, and fell together: "There is a saying that you can only use weapons if you are familiar with fists and feet, but most of you don't have this condition. Learning fists and feet is much more expensive than weapons..."

Yang Jue listened attentively, knowing that Old Man Wei was speaking for himself.

"If you want to practice boxing and kicking, not to mention the medicinal wine, ointment, and medicinal oil you need, just the daily tonic is not something you can afford."

Wei He's voice was not loud, but the crowd in the courtyard could hear him clearly.

Someone nodded repeatedly.

But Yang Jue knew that the cost of practicing the knife was not small, not to mention other things, the asking price for an ordinary knife was three taels of silver.

With the monthly money he earns from doing odd jobs in the yamen, he would have to go without food or drink for two years to afford it.

And that's not even daily maintenance.

Weapons need maintenance, not just throwing them aside when not in use and grinding them when in use.

"Since you have entered the old man's door, you must also know that the old man was born in the army and started his family by beheading, so these are the only things that can be handed over to you."

Wei He swept across the group of disciples indifferently, and stopped on Yang Ju for a moment.

"What did the master say? Who in this Black Mountain city doesn't know your reputation? If I can learn from you, my disciples will benefit endlessly!"

Such blatant flattery made the crowd involuntarily stare.

Yang Jue turned his head, and the person who was speaking was a burly middle-aged man with a full face and a burly figure. He recognized that this was Hu butcher from the outer city, Hu Wan.

He is also one of the two or three people who can come to practice martial arts every day.

"Whether it's on the battlefield or beheading, you don't need so many fancy moves. You just need to stick to the three words 'steady, accurate, and ruthless'. Then, it's not a problem to get a foothold in Montenegro."

Wei He waved: "Come here, someone."

"Hey, I'm coming!"

Hu Wan, who was full of flesh, was the first to rush forward, with a silly smile on his face.

But in the next moment, his smile froze: "Ai, ai yo. Master, please take it easy..."

"Hiss! What a lot of strength!"

Yang Ju, who was off the court, was taken aback. This burly man with a slender face might not be a big man weighing two hundred catties.

Just like that, Wei He's skinny old man lifted him up by the back of his neck.

"There is no need to say more about stability. After cutting the tofu for these years, most of you are able to get started. The next thing to say is accurate!"

Wei He held Hu Wan in one hand, and gestured up and down with the other:

"One knife can save three points of effort, never a waste of work! There are more than two hundred bones in a human body, some are hard, and some are soft..."

"If you fight with people, it's not the same if you slash at the top of the sky or two or three bones below the neck!"

Wei He talked eloquently. Speaking of this, the little old man's eyes became bright.

"It makes sense..."

Yang Jue's teeth ached when he heard that, this old man is definitely a murderer.

"While holding the knife, you must be steady, and you must be precise when chopping!"

Wei He pointed, talking about where the bones are hard and where the bones are soft, where there is force and where there is no force.

What he said was clear and logical, but many people in the audience felt uncomfortable listening to it, including Yang Qiu.

This is a way to kill people, it sounds like chopping vegetables...

"Master, master. Quickly, let me down quickly..."

As soon as Wei He taught, Hu Wan couldn't stand it anymore, his face was flushed with flesh, and he felt that his neck was no longer his own.

"You are so young, you can't suffer a little bit!"

Wei He's old face sank, and he threw Hu Wan on the ground.

"Cough! Cough cough~~~"

The burly man coughed for a while, and almost couldn't catch his breath, regretting in his heart, why did he join in the fun.

"never mind."

Interrupted by this, Wei He lost his interest in talking, waved his hand, and said, "Hu Wan, you are the most idle here, so you can send your Junior Brother Yang Ju back."

Having said that, he paused again:
"After dinner, go back to your house!"

"what?"

Hu Wan was a little puzzled, but seeing Wei He staring at him, he hastily agreed.

"Thank you, master!"

Yang Ju bowed, feeling grateful.

"Let's go."

Hu Wan rubbed his neck and grinned for a while.

……

"The kid didn't come back all night?"

Outside the gate of the inner city, a few men squatted by the side of the road with irritated expressions.

They didn't expect that a young man dared to go out for a stroll in the evening, and he didn't return all night, and he hadn't been kicked out by the inner city patrol.

"Hey! Brother Six, that kid is out!"

A slightly thin boy looked at the city gate with bright eyes.

"Let me wait for a long time, you little bastard!"

Wang Liu grinned and got up.

"Wait, Brother Six, wait!"

Wang Liu was about to go forward when he was suddenly dragged by his younger brother, turned around and glared at him.

The little man swallowed nervously, his calf spinning:
"You, look around that kid. Is that hairy guy a butcher?"

(End of this chapter)