Thousands of Mountains

Yin Cen mastered all the boxing techniques of the 24 hands of the Xin family, and tried to change them in his hands without having to think about them. The level of proficiency, but occasionally Shen Cang's heart is amazed by the response of the magical brush, but he never lets go. What Yin Cen hears is always "too slow, too soft, too light, too heavy, too... brainless!"

What's even more annoying is that Shen Cang didn't even look at Yin Cun when he said these things. Yin Cen made up his mind and stood up, punching flowers and flying leaves from top to bottom to the tip of Shen Cang's nose. Turning around slightly, he dodged it easily, but Yin Cen's punch was just a sham, his figure had already moved behind Shen Cang, and while the opponent's figure was getting lower, he hooked Shen Cang's neck with one elbow, and quickly strangled the other. The arms and legs of the hands had already climbed up to Shen Cang's waist. Shen Cang's eyes widened at the moment, and after using a little force, he found that he couldn't break free from the strange chains, and the part that was pressing on the neck was faintly suffocating. feel.

Shen Cang stabilized his figure, of course he could use his internal force to knock the child behind him to the ground, but he thought, if Yin Cen was an adult with kung fu like him at this moment, he might have already lost under this lock. Yes, he patted Yin Cen's arm that bound him, and praised for the first time, "This technique is good, where did you learn it? What's it called?"

Yin Cen was complacent, but his mouth was unforgiving, "Do you admit that you lost?"

Shen Cang said seriously, "The real battle is unconditional and unscrupulous. If I do anything, what do you think will happen?"

Yin Cen let go of his hand when he heard the words, but he was a little unconvinced, "This is the famous Brazilian jiu jitsu's naked back twist. If I were taller and stronger, I could hold brother Shen for more than a dozen breaths. It was Brother Shen who died on the spot."

"What's Brazil? What is Jiu-Jitsu?" Shen Cang felt that he had fallen into this little devil's strange tricks again.

"It's...something from a foreign land, something practiced by people from far, far away places."

"How do you do that?"

"Maybe it's... a dream." Yin Cen looked at Shen Cang and said seriously.

Shen Cang was used to his nonsense, and he didn't ask any more questions, but Yin Cen took advantage of this flash of inspiration to think seriously about how to combine Xin's 24 moves with Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Muay Thai. After all, the latter two It used to be the foundation of his life, but now with 24 moves of lightness and dexterity, he feels that this strength will only double.

Practicing day by day, he improved day by day, and the booklet of mental methods had already been torn apart by Yin Cen. He gradually felt the great difference in physical experience brought about by Shen Cang's mental methods. There seemed to be a free flow of air in his body, which could easily Leaking out the strength, you can also take it back as much as possible. This airflow is endless, and with the comprehension of the mind, it becomes more and more surging. Now walking on the street is like willow leaves fluttering, without the slightest strength in the body, turning over the beam or jumping from the building It's all just a piece of cake, Yin Cen has an illusion that he can fly, and the ordinary Chaha Town, but in Yin Cen's eyes, the world is completely different. It turns out that when he has power, everything is cute Lovely.

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After many years, Yin Cen was 13 years old.

Yin Tiejiang and Gan's are much older. Yin Cun is nine years old and has a lovely Yuxue. Yin Cen loves this younger sister very much, but he has to be careful to avoid her every day. All the pocket money from soft grinding and hard soaking here was given to my sister to buy candy.

A few years ago, Yin Cen no longer rode a horse with Shen Cang. Equestrianism was also part of the training. The horse Shen Cang gave Yin Cen was reddish-black and shiny, with a thin line of snow hanging down between its eyes. Yin Cen called it Yijianmei.

Now it is the Pingjing school field again. This year's spring is rainy, and the entire grassland is densely covered. It is not gentle and affectionate like the south of the Yangtze River. It only adds a chill to this spring day.

Shen Cang is carrying a long cloth bag today, and Yin Cen speculates that this is another new training thing. Now Shen Cang is past his age, but he doesn't know if he has been hiding his identity all year round, and he is more like Yin Cen, an ignorant child. Hanging out together, it seems that it is less serious and depressing than when it was with Yun Jianqing, and it is more calm, but it still comes and goes without a trace like a shadow assassin, so after many years of getting along, Yin Cen still feels heavy. He is full of secrets and full of charm.

The rain fell on the shoulders of the two, and the green shirts were wet. Shen Cang looked at Yin Cen with deep meaning in his eyes, "No matter how powerful your fists and kicks are, it is only close to your physical body. In front of weapons, no matter how strong your physical body is, it will not be an iron wall."

After finishing speaking, he slowly eased his cloth bag, "Today I will give you a knife for my teacher."

The coarse cloth was shaken off, revealing a long and narrow wooden handle and long sheath.How can ordinary knives be so long and so thin?

Before Yin Cen could see clearly, Shen Cang had drawn his sharp blade out of its sheath, and saw a flash of lightning in front of him, the long knife was as thin as a cloud, shining like electricity, Shen Cang danced freely, and the long knife split the rainwater in the surrounding space layer by layer , rolled up a sharp and cold air current, every inch of it was like a wind and thunder, making people retreat three feet.

Yin Cen's heart was shocked, the knife in his hand seemed to be reborn, he flew forward, Shen Cang threw the knife in mid-air, Yin Cen took it with his palm, and turned the Xin family's 24 hands into a knife, and all the inner strength of the heart went up along the sharp edge , no one taught him the knife art, and he danced a long knife out of the mountains and ground in the spring and rain.

Shen Cang said loudly, "A good weapon should have a name, and only after you give it a name will it truly belong to you."

Yin Cen whirled around, pointing the blade at Qilian Mountain. Qilian Mountain seemed to change color in the rain. The formerly vast brown had added a touch of green, and the water mist transpired into a hazy green.Yin Cen laughed loudly, played a set of saber techniques in the rain, and recited a poem: "I see Qingshan—how charming, I expect Qingshan to see me—it should be like this!"

With the last sound, Yin Cen picked up the knife and dropped it back in front of Shen Cang, "It's better to call it, Qingshan Blade." Then he looked at the white blade carefully, raised his head and smiled slyly at Shen Cang, "It means that we will meet each other happily. "

Shen Cang grinned, as if he had a toothache again, "It's fine if you like it."

Shen Cang explained the origin of this unique knife. It turned out to be Yun Jianqing's original creation. He guarded the border for many years to fight against the Japanese. But in fact, it is lighter and sharper. Yun Jianqing has improved on the Japanese sword, making it longer, combining the two methods of sword and stick, and creating Yun's sword method unique to this slender and sharp blade.

Yin Cen bowed his head and said nothing, thinking that this old general still has two hands, he stretched out his hand to Shen Cang, and Shen Cang glanced sideways, "What's the matter?"

"Dao Jue, don't pretend to be stupid." Now Yin Cen has a toothache.

"Hehe", Shen Cang smiled ghostly, and pointed to his heart, "The Yun family's sword skills are only in the heart, so they don't write in black and white, leaving the truth."

"If you want me to beg you, just say..."

"Huh? Am I this kind of person? Just now who gave me a snow-white knife..."

Yin Cen found out that Shen Cang had become a serious person for less than three seconds. He had been away from the general for too long and had been left alone for many years. Remember that you are a guard, an assassin, the most ruthless and cold-blooded person in the whole world?"

Shen Cang looked at Yin Cen staring at him, the look in his eyes seemed to see a precious thing constantly lowering its value, and the grief of self-degradation, he shook his head briskly, "Who are you talking about? It sounds very arrogant .”

Yin Cen: "..."

Forget it, I give up.

If the Xin family's 24 hands focus on the word "change", the essence of Yun's sword art lies in the word "fast". How fast?Only a knife that is faster than thoughts can kill with a simple and neat one.

Yin Cen fell in love with the feeling of the green mountain blade, and suddenly remembered something, he asked Shen Cang, "Aren't knights in this world using swords? Why do you and I use knives?"

"A gentleman uses a sword, and a ruthless man uses a knife. Which one do you choose?"

"Nonsense is of course cruel."

"Then ask..." Before Shen Cang finished speaking, Yin Cen brought a blade to his eyes, "Please be civilized."

Shen Cang: "..."

Yin Cen didn't expect to live a life of swords and horses in this life, and he was short of wine. He repeatedly raised the topic and tried to test Shen Cang's eagerness, but Shen Cang stopped him back, "Sixteen."

In this world, there are even minors who are not allowed to drink alcohol?Yin Cen categorically did not believe it.

It's just that this fresh knife and angry horse can't be brought by his side at any time. For the sake of blacksmith Yin and Gan's suspicion, Shen Cang only brought it here during training, and took it away after training. In fact, Yin Cen had suspected it long ago. He went from carefully hiding it from his parents, to staying away from home all day more and more grandly. He didn't believe that the couple didn't see anything, but why didn't they stop him?

Time is like water, Yin Cen's skills are getting more and more impressive, and the duels with Shen Cang are not always at a disadvantage. Now that Yin Cen has the upper hand occasionally, Shen Cang no longer finds any reason, and gives him a thumbs up seriously .Most of the time, although Shen Cang remained calm, he was thinking about this fierce tiger he had personally trained. Once it was released from the mountain in the future, it would shock many people from all directions.

After thinking about it, Shen Cang looked at Yin Cen's face with a heavy heart, this half-grown boy who was dancing in the grass, there are not many years when he can play wild.

One day when the training in Pingjing school was over, Shen Cang put away his swords and horses as before, and said something to Yin Cen, "The general sent someone to pass a letter saying that I should go back if there is something important in the army. I will set off at night. I will not be here." During the training period, you will still train as usual, and the knife will be kept in the indoor court, and you are not allowed to take it out, understand?"

Yin Cen was taken aback, and suddenly wanted to leave again?At this time, he was no longer a rascal, and he could no longer tie Shen Cang's thighs and howl and forbid him to leave. He just quietly raised his head and asked, "How long are you going?"

"It's half a month sooner, half a year slower." Shen Cang answered truthfully.

"Do you remember? You said that if I beat you one day, you would promise me one thing."

"Remember, you have already defeated me in training matches, just tell me, and I will definitely allow you."

"Just one thing, no matter how long you go, no matter what you do, you must come back to me, no matter where I am, you must find me." Yin Cen spit out every single word, as if he wanted to engrave the whole paragraph into Shen Cang felt in his heart.

Shen Cang paused for a moment, "Since you were born, I have promised to protect you forever and never change."

"That's good." Yin Cen replied lightly, not looking at him anymore, fearing that he would no longer be able to hide the sadness in his eyes.

At night when Shen Cang left, Yin Cen stood in the house, facing the direction of the city gate, and silently recited the oath again in his heart. He didn't send it off, and he didn't want to see the back of that man, masked in brocade, riding his horse away.