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Chapter 6 Snakes, Throwing Knives, and Thieves Enter the House

Back in the house, at this time, three dishes and one soup were already set on the dining table, and Yan Hao knew that his nanny Zhang Xueyin had already prepared meals for him.

So he quickly washed up, changed out of his soaked clothes, and ate with Zhang Xueyin.As for his grandfather, he just doesn't know when he will come back.But food has been left for him.

After lunch, Yan Hao remembered his original mission, so he asked Zhang Xueyin: "Aunt Xue, I plan to build a practice site. Our house is too small and there are not enough equipment. I wonder if Aunt Xue can do anything?"

"Then let's build one behind our house. Next to it is an orchard, which is three acres in size. However, it has been abandoned and most of the fruit trees have been cut down. It is said that it is a burial ground during the war years, so no one in the village dares to build one. You don't even dare to build a house there, or even plant anything. Your grandfather bought about ten acres of land around it." Zhang Xueyin said with a slightly weird expression, "So these lands belong to our family, but these are your uncle's. The second uncle gave it to me for charity if he didn’t like it.”

Yan Hao suddenly realized: "No wonder our home is at the end of the village, and the location is a bit remote. No one lives within tens of meters around. I wonder why it is all our land."

"I didn't expect that I came from the third generation of the earth. Although Fengshui is not very good, so what if it is a cemetery, I am not afraid." Yan Hao thought.

Yan Hao then said, "Okay, I'll go and have a look tomorrow before making plans."

Yan Hao, who returned to his room, recited the "Da Zi Zi Sutra" five times before his lunch break, and felt that his body began to become more comfortable as he recited the mantra. After five times, his body was no longer tired, so he fell asleep.

After the lunch break, in the front yard, Yan Hao first practiced the body training method he practiced in the morning, and saw that his movements were elegant, standard, and neither fast nor slow, and the charm of Jiu Qin Xi was also performed well.

Zhang Xueyin nodded, and suddenly felt that Yan Hao was not only diligent in cultivation, but also had a pretty good talent. He was really blind before and didn't realize it.

Soon Zhang Xueyin began to guide Yan Hao in "Yan's Nine Birds Play" training style of play: "The play is divided into three types: attack, defense, and dodge. Each animal in the Nine Birds Play has a different focus, such as turtles, It focuses on defense; like an ape, it focuses on dodge; like the tiger, wolf and bear, it focuses on attack, the wolf focuses on speed, the bear focuses on gravity, and the tiger combines both strength and speed..."

Zhang Xueyin taught Yan Hao one move at a time, and continued to demonstrate the offensive fist and foot moves, defensive hands and feet precautions, evasive footwork and body movement points. Yan Hao also asked questions in his heart from time to time, and Zhang Xueyin explained them in detail. Explain it for him until he understands.

One of the two taught them attentively, and the other studied hard. Yan Hao quickly grasped the key points of the exercises.

An hour passed quickly, and Zhang Xueyin stopped, no longer taught Yan Hao, returned to the house, and continued to prepare for the alchemy, while Yan Hao kept practicing, and kept teaching Zhang Xueyin one by one. It was integrated into his "Yan's Nine Birds Play" style of play drop by drop.

Another hour later, he has practiced the style of play a lot more proficiently, and the power of this style of play has increased a lot on the basis of the original. At this time, Yan Hao looked at the progress on the task panel, which showed that the progress had reached 750/ It's 1000, and it has improved a lot all of a sudden.

At this moment, Zhang Xueyin came to the front yard. He saw Yan Hao's training and fighting skills practicing together. The two actually improved a lot. Although they were still a little immature, they were already very different from yesterday. , I couldn’t help but nodded happily.

At this time, Zhang Xueyin said to Yan Hao: "Okay, Haoer, stop practicing. Stop and take a rest. You have been practicing for two hours. It is getting dark. Go to the backyard to pick some cabbage hearts and cook them."

So Yan Hao stopped, and responded to Zhang Xueyin: "Oh, yes, Aunt Xue."

Holding the vegetable basket, he came to the backyard and walked near the vegetable field. Yan Hao was ready to pick vegetables, but the next moment, he saw a black cobra on the vegetable field. When the snake saw him coming, it was ready to run away.

Yan Hao stepped forward quickly at this time, ready to grab it and add food tonight.

The ape step of the Nine Birds Show, with a body like a spirit ape, caught up with the cobra in a few steps and came behind it.

The horse stepping on the Nine Birds Show, stepping down with one foot, just like a horse stepping on a flying swallow, stepped on the snake's tail lightly and deftly. The cobra felt the pain in the tail, and immediately turned back, opened its black snake mouth, and exposed its fangs like a snake. The quick arrow generally wanted to bite on his foot.

The snake in the Nine Birds Play flicks its tail, lifts its feet at once, passes the snake's head, and kicks the middle part of the snake's body skillfully, kicking the snake up to a height of nearly half a foot off the ground.

At this time, Yan Hao's eyes were fixed on the snake in the air, and he stretched out his hands to form claws and stepped forward. When the snake flew to the highest point, he grabbed it out, just like an eagle pounces on a poisonous snake from high altitude. , grab the cobra seven inches from a height.

Yan Hao looked at the cobra with a smile, and immediately felt a sense of accomplishment. Of course, his sense of accomplishment was not in catching a cobra, but that he could use what he learned so quickly.But when he saw the snake and its extremely quick movements when it attacked Yan Hao's feet, he suddenly had an idea in his mind.

This snake still has uses, so I won’t kill it to eat tonight. There is also a snake scene in the Nine Birds Play. Now that I have a snake in my hand, there is no reason not to observe the snake’s shape, habits, and movements.

So this poor cobra was kept in the front yard by Yan Hao in a bamboo basket with a relatively small gap. When he had time, he teased it, observed its attack patterns and movements, and then kept imitating it himself.

Soon it was night, and his slightly elusive and fun-loving grandfather was there at this time. After the family had dinner, Yan Hao suddenly remembered that he had a talent for throwing knives, so he asked his grandfather and Zhang Xueyin if they would Will use hidden weapons, especially throwing knives.Aunt Xue shook her head, saying no.

Yan Hao's grandfather, Yan Chengcheng, told him: "I practiced for a while before, but I only knew the general style of throwing knives. I can't do advanced ones. I will teach you later."

Zhang Xueyin looked at him suspiciously, but said nothing.

Yan Cheng found ten unopened flying knives somewhere at home, still covered in dust.These flying knives are long, thin and sharp, about a palm long and a finger wide. They are all inserted diagonally into the knife sheaths on the left and right thighs.

At this time, Yan Cheng was standing in front of the door of his house, his hands were flying left and right, and he kept shooting throwing knives, beeping. . .After ten almost indistinguishable voices, the throwing knife was inserted into the gate of the front yard like a straight line.

Yan Cheng was a little proud and said like a child: "This is my knife-throwing skill. Son, do you want to learn it?"

"I am your grandson, Grandpa."

Yan Hao felt that the firing speed was pretty good. It was almost like a human-shaped machine gun, and the power was pretty good. One-third of the blade was inserted into the wooden door.So he nodded and said: "Grandpa, I am your grandson. I want to learn. You can teach me now."

Yan Cheng seemed to suddenly realize: "Oh, you are my grandson."

So the two grandfathers and grandchildren began to teach flying knives in the front yard. At this time, Yan Cheng seemed to be no longer crazy.

An hour later, Yan Cheng looked at his grandson strangely, and saw that Yan Hao's throwing knives seemed to be equipped with sights, and there were ten throwing knives sticking out of a target two feet away from him. , and there is also a throwing knife stuck in the bullseye.

"My grandson still has a bit of talent for throwing knives. In just one hour, almost every throwing knife can hit the target, and even one out of ten hits the bull's-eye. Why did I learn to fly before?" When it comes to knives, after practicing for a day, there are only a few times when the bullshit hits the bull's-eye, and missing the target is even more common. The same is why there is such a big gap between people." Yan Cheng thought with a little sourness in his heart.

"Okay, it's okay. Back then I hit the bull's-eye a little faster than you. Now you are still far from my level. Okay, you can practice by yourself. I'll go to the house to rest. If you have any questions, come in and ask me." Yan Cheng entered the room after a few orders.

"Oh, good." Yan Hao replied without looking back, and the throwing knife was sent out almost at the same time, hitting the bull's-eye.

His grandfather happened to see this scene and raised his eyebrows, no, he hit the bullseye again.He scratched his head with his hand. If he continued like this, he would surpass my level in less than ten days. It was so shocking. He turned around and left pretending to be nonchalant, fearing that he would be hit again.

Yan Hao is still practicing the throwing knife, and another hour has passed, and it is the time of Hai at night. Almost every ten shots of his throwing knife can hit the target ten times, and the number of hits in the bull's-eye is stable. .

At this time, on Yan Hao's character panel, the flying knife talent becomes: flying knife, elementary talent, single-handed entry, 150/1000 proficiency.That is to say, this throwing knife needs to be practiced a thousand times to reach the level of proficiency, and it is a thousand times of practice to hit the bull's-eye.

In the evening, Yan Hao, who had eaten supper, endured his fatigue in the room and recited the "Da Zi Zi Zhen Jing". After half an hour, after reading it 10 times, his fatigue completely disappeared, and he lay comfortably on the bed. Asleep in bed.

On the second day, Yan Hao continued to practice Yan's Nine Birds. This time, he performed a complete set of movements. With his continuous practice, his proficiency continued to improve. At that time, after nearly four or five hours of practice, Yan Hao's Yan's Nine Birds Play has entered the realm of proficiency.

At this time, the character panel becomes: Yan's Nine Birds Play: Talent mortal level 4, proficiency 10/10000.

At this time, Yan Hao felt that his strength had grown a little bit, so he tested it and lifted the two hundred catty stone lock with all his strength. It was not very difficult. He knew that he had reached the second level of body training. It really works, but I don't know if this kind of improvement can last forever.

After eating, Yan Hao continued to practice the throwing knife, throwing the throwing knife vigorously again and again, constantly feeling the feel of the flying knife, and not adjusting the direction of force when the throwing knife was shot.

When it was almost the time of Haishi in the evening, when tonight's training was about to end, Yan Hao's throwing knife had already hit two or three of the ten shots that could hit the bull's-eye.

Yan Cheng, who was watching from the sidelines, felt that his grandson had a good talent for throwing knives. He had made such great progress in two nights, and he worked very hard. He didn't need to rest much in one night. Nearly [-] times, even though the palms were sweating profusely, blistered, worn and bleeding, he didn't care much about the palms and continued to practice. He practiced very seriously almost every time. Such an attitude is really rare.

I think that if my cultivation attitude could be so serious, the level of flying knife would not be so low.

Afterwards, Yan Cheng sighed, as if he was sighing himself, and he also lamented Yan Hao's serious cultivation, so he walked away without saying anything, and went back to his room to rest.

At the end of his training, Yan Hao looked at the screen on his chest. The proficiency of throwing knives had reached 500/1000 for beginners, and he only needed to practice for two or three more nights to reach proficiency.

After that, Yan Hao ate the supper left by Zhang Xueyin, washed up, and went back to his room to get ready to rest.

According to the usual practice, Yan Hao recited the "Da Zi Zi Sutra" ten times, and then lay comfortably on the bed and went to sleep.

In the dead of night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the bright moonlight sprinkled a piece of silver on the earth. Apart from the sound of insects, there was almost no other movement.

Suddenly, outside the silent outer wall, a masked figure in black jumped up from the ground, jumped over the nearly ten-foot-high wall with ease, and jumped into the front yard. The sound was extremely soft when it landed.

He looked around guardedly for a while, seeing no movement, then sneaked to the door, pried open the door with a tool, entered the house, and closed the door.

(End of this chapter)