The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 10 How the Bandits Are Made

  Sun Jiaoxi took a few steps outside the field, and Zhao Changhe followed. But I heard Sun Jiaoxi ask: "Are you here to ask for advice on blood evil skills?"

  Zhao Changhe nodded: "Yes, please ask Xi for advice."

Sun Jiaoxi seemed to want to say something, he hesitated to speak, and then he paused for a while before saying: "The blood fiend kung fu is powerful and powerful, it is indeed very powerful, and it is also suitable for your age... but there are a lot of disadvantages, and you will have to switch to the blood magic kung fu in the future Make up. It’s a pity that it’s not so easy to obtain the Blood God Kungfu, even the core members have to make great contributions, and they may not be able to teach the whole chapter. If you have the idea of ​​​​practicing the Blood God Kungfu in the future, you still have to be mentally prepared.”

  Zhao Changhe bowed again: "Thank you for teaching, I understand."

Teacher Sun nodded: "Besides, you can't just practice kung fu and not practice skills. I believe you also saw yesterday's list of troubled times. Our leader broke the sky by one level more than Yue Hongling. Why did we lose? Most likely, the technique is not as good as it is. The leader has been busy in recent years. In terms of academic affairs, perhaps neglecting to practice martial arts, it may not necessarily be a bad thing to lose a halberd once."

  Zhao Changhe coughed dryly and said nothing, so you speak ill of the leader? But the example is good and easy to understand.

  Professor Sun said again: "All the knives are practiced here, do you know why everyone is practicing knives instead of other weapons?"

  Zhao Changhe didn't think about it: "Because the knife is the fastest to get used to, right? As long as you have some strength, you can hack and slash to a certain extent. Similarly, a beginner with a sword is definitely not as fierce as a knife."

This is why Zhao Changhe himself played with broadswords in his dreams, otherwise the ground would be full of swords, why would he refuse to change after picking up a broadsword... Now, Zhao Changhe is not as chic as others who struggle with swords, Yixiao and Yijian are in business or something, what he needs is to form combat power as quickly as possible, chic and unrestrained.

"Yes, swords and guns are the easiest to form combat power, and swords are much more difficult to learn." Sun Jiaoxi said: "There are many heroes in the world, who have neither learned any internal energy nor high-end external skills. A knife cuts out a piece of heaven and earth. The knife is the most universal weapon in the world."

  Zhao Changhe secretly said in his heart, I understand, there are so many tricks, there are indeed many.

"The blood evil kung fu has several matching boxing techniques, sword techniques, and saber techniques. Among them, the blood evil saber technique is also a fierce and good saber technique. Since you have to grant the blood evil kung fu, it is assumed that you are qualified to learn this saber technique. But You haven’t learned swordsmanship before, so don’t be in a hurry... It just so happens that we are a new branch, and a large number of newcomers are learning from the beginning. You will come here every day to learn the basics of swordsmanship with them. At a certain time, I will teach you the blood sword. "

  Zhao Changhe was overjoyed: "This is really good news. I think there are still other ways to obtain sword skills."

   "No, you handed in the nomination certificate, what should be yours is yours. Whoever is in the green forest is patient and haggles, it's so **** petty."

  Sun Jiaoxi's words obviously showed dissatisfaction with Fang Ruozhu, Zhao Changhe didn't dare to say anything, and felt secretly refreshed.

  So it seems that Sun Jiaoxi is not an ordinary teacher. Correspondingly, if he is in the General Forum of Jiaozhong, this kind of position should be the elder of the teaching practice? Protector level? That is the high-level leader of the leader's right-hand man, so it seems that Sun Jiaoxi should also be in the top position in the sub-rudder, and he is qualified to challenge the leader.

"Okay, the greetings are over." Sun Jiaoxi has a very straightforward temperament of a bandit den, and he doesn't talk nonsense, so he started teaching directly: "The blood evil art has no real energy flow circuit, but there is a way to activate blood energy. The basic method needs to be matched with basic movements. For practice, you can just refer to the secret book... But you obviously can't understand the secret of luck from this booklet, so it must be so..."

  Zhao Changhe sank into it very quickly, and the words of the teacher were lingering in his ears. He seemed to be able to see the blood flow in his body, like a stream, which was gradually boiling from a quiet flow.

  After a while, I can feel a hot feeling, as if watching the World Cup and my eyes are red. My eyes are red, my head is dizzy, and the TV can be smashed to pieces with a rush of blood.

   And the power that can be erupted in this state is of course much higher than usual. It seems that the blood evil skill is to make people actively enter this state of superiority?

What's even more amazing is that I tried to learn those movements last night. I didn't squat for too long and my legs were so weak that I couldn't hold it. But at this moment, I don't know where the heat flow came from. It seemed to relieve the soreness and strengthen the musculoskeletal muscles. Strength, the longer it lasts.

  This is just beginners, what will happen if you practice deeply?

  Is this magic power?

   I don’t know when, the sound of teaching has gone away, and the surroundings have become a little bustling, a bit like... the sound in the cafeteria after class at the university.

  Zhao Changhe slowly opened his eyes.

   It’s really a cafeteria...

   A cook came over with a cart, a wooden barrel of corn and rice, accompanied by some wild vegetables, even mixed with a little meat, it was delicious from a distance. The congregants who were performing martial arts just now swarmed over with their bowls and chopsticks, and the cook shared meals for them one by one.

  Zhao Changhe also felt his stomach growling at this time, and the hunger caused by practicing Xuesha Gong this morning was as if he had been hungry all day, so he rushed to his room to get a bowl.

  Going back to look, Luo Qi didn't know where to go, Zhao Changhe didn't care, took the bowl and rushed out to cook.

  The core of this copycat gangster den is a sect after all, and there are still rules. The scene of crowded and chaotic people as imagined does not exist, and they line up in a orderly manner. Zhao Changhe is also quite used to being in the back row, poking his neck to look, and found that the cooks are still very particular about dividing meals. Some people can't see a little minced meat in the bowl, and some people, like Zhang Quan just now, actually have a small half of the meat in the bowl. Pieces of braised pork.

   Others looked at the meat in their bowls with jealousy in their eyes, but they didn't lose their temper with the cook. In this area, Professor Sun may be in charge of rewards and punishments. He said that whoever can eat meat can eat meat.

   After finally getting to Zhao Changhe, the cook took a look at him, and sure enough, he also gave him a piece of braised pork, which was much bigger than Zhang Quan's. Zhao Changhe is overjoyed, Sun Jiaoxi is really good to him, meat is too important to him now!

  Holding a bowl in his hand, he walked out of the crowd cheerfully, and saw Zhang Quan leading a few people, walking over with a half-smile: "Yo, a whole piece of meat..."

  Zhao Changhe's expression sank, and he frowned and said, "It doesn't mean that it hurts peace, this kind of brain-dead villain is a bit LOW."

"Harmony? We are as friendly as you!" Zhang Quan couldn't understand the second part of his sentence, and said with a sneer: "A rebellious boy, by relying on a knife, his young master won the appreciation of the teaching, and he has to give blood. That's all. Now you're still flattering Professor Sun, which makes us lose our meat, be nice?"

  Zhao Changhe was speechless: "To put it bluntly, it's just for a piece of meat."

   Zhang Quan's eyes flashed with hatred, of course it was just for a piece of meat, isn't it strange? From small meat to large exercises, to put it bluntly, they all belong to "resources". If you have nothing to do, you have to find something to grab, not to mention you are a newcomer? Everyone is a bandit from the Demon Cult, when will I tell you to be humble?

  He was too lazy to talk nonsense with Zhao Changhe, so he waved his hand: "Grab!"

  Several gangsters who had made friends with him swarmed up, how could Zhao Changhe fight with the bowl in his hand? He clumsily protected the bowl from left to right for a while, and was hit on the back several times, and the wild vegetables covered in the bowl were spilled.

   A group of people around the scene cheered loudly and seemed to think that this scene was normal.

  Can vaguely hear whispers: "This Zhao Changhe, I'm not happy that he has taken all the limelight. Zhang Quan has done a good job of dismounting."

   "Sun Jiaoxi seems to be nice to him, and he pulled to the sidelines to whisper... Isn't Zhang Quan afraid of the teacher's reprimand for doing this?"

   "What are you afraid of? Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Master Fang doesn't like him, how can Professor Sun take sides."

  Whispering, no one saw, Zhao Changhe's eyes became more and more red, like blood.

  The feeling of smashing the TV while watching a football game welled up in his heart, Zhao Changhe suddenly stopped hiding, and slammed the bowl on the ground heavily: "I don't have to eat, you want to have too?"

   "Bang!" The rice bowl was shattered, and even the rice and meat were scattered all over the floor, stirring the broken porcelain, and no one could eat it.

  Zhang Quan and his group were all stunned: "Grass, this kid is a ruthless person."

   "Cruel?" Zhao Changhe turned his head suddenly, his eyes were full of violence and madness: "Think that's all for now?"

  People looked at the rice on the ground and regretted it for a while, but before they could react, Zhao Changhe rushed forward and grabbed Zhang Quan by the collar.

This move was really fast, Zhao Changhe didn't know when he had such a speed, anyway, his legs and feet were full of blood, and his whole body had already shot out like an arrow from the string, when he grabbed Zhang Quan, don't say that Zhang Quan didn't After reacting, even Zhao Changhe was taken aback for a moment.

  He didn't have time to recollect this feeling, he just hooked his foot, and threw Zhang Quan to the ground neatly. Immediately, he grabbed Zhang Quan's hair and pressed down viciously on the rice scattered on the ground: "Eat? I ask you to eat as much as you want!"

   There was a "bang", accompanied by Zhang Quan's miserable scream, all the people around trembled.

   This kid is really ruthless! There is not only rice on the ground, but also pieces of bowls! Press it down, Zhang Quan is disfigured, if it hurts his eyes...

Zhang Quan's brothers only reacted at this time, and rushed over like crazy. Some kicked Zhao Changhe fiercely, and some tried to pull away, but Zhao Changhe did not dodge or avoid fists and feet, and continued to grab Zhang Quan's body. The head hit the rice again and again, and no one could pull it away.

   After hitting him four or five times, the person who pulled him backed up cautiously, and the person who kicked him didn't dare to kick him anymore, and they all backed away slowly.

  Zhang Quan on the ground was completely silent.

  Zhao Changhe stood up panting heavily, and turned his face expressionlessly: "What's the matter, isn't he going to eat my meal, blame me for eating too much? Do you want to eat?"

  Zhang Quan's brothers avoided his ferocious gaze in fear, and all of them subconsciously moved out of the way, watching Zhao Changhe stride away.

   Thank you cyIove for being cute~

  (end of this chapter)