The First Cause of All Realms

In the guest room, Yang Prison had not slept for a long time. He simply turned over and sat up, took out the broken knife, and began to practice knife tricks.

Saying it was a sword move would not be accurate.

Something more basic than basics, like holding a knife.

There are overhand, reverse, left, right, oblique, etc. types of knives. According to each way of holding knives, there are basic stances and skills.

Yang Prison is naturally holding the hilt.

huh~

The broken knife swept across the moonlight that shone into the house, Yang Yu'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 skills in his mind one by one, Yang Yu subconsciously glanced at the wall, thinking with regret.

But it didn't take long for him to immerse himself in it and forget about the chores.

It wasn't until his body felt aches and pains that he realized that the sky had actually lighted up.

"Is this the end of the night?"

Yang Yu shook his numb palm, shaking in his heart.

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

In the past, even if he really wanted to accomplish something, he could not help but desert.

Although it's not a three-minute heat, it's impossible to focus on this level.

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

Yang Yu guessed while relaxing his muscles and bones.

He couldn't feel tired or timed in the tripod. Thinking about it at this time, he was afraid that it would last for a long time.

Maybe it's not that you become focused, but a 'habit'?

Involuntarily, he wanted to try refining here again, but now is not the time. If he is in a coma for a few days, it will be very troublesome.

…

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

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

Most of the time, he hugged the old monkey and leaned on the chair as if he was sleeping, but if he did something wrong, he would scold him in time.

Yang Yu knew that there was no way out.

Wei He is not a martial arts hall after all. Those who come to him to learn martial arts come here in their spare time. Most of the time, they still have to go to work.

There are only two or three people who can come to practice for a few hours every day.

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

"This time, there is another entry for junior and junior high school students, so I will tell you two more words for you."

When Yang Yu came to the courtyard, he heard Old Man Wei's voice, and he hurriedly walked to the back of several brothers and stood still.

Wei He let go of the old monkey, hobbled and stomped together: "There is a saying that you can only enter 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 Yu listened intently, knowing that Old Man Wei was talking to him.

"You need to practice your fists and feet, not to mention the medicinal wine, ointment, and medicinal oil you need, just the daily tonic, you can't afford it."

Wei He's voice was not loud, but everyone in the small courtyard could hear it clearly.

Some people nodded.

But Yang Yu is clear that the cost of practicing a sword is not small, not to mention other things, an ordinary sword, the asking price is three taels of silver.

With his monthly money in the yamen, he could afford it without food or drink for two years.

And this is not even daily maintenance.

Weapons need maintenance, but not only throw them aside when not in use, but also grind them when they are in use.

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

Wei He lightly swept over the disciples and stopped for a moment on Yang Prison.

"What did the master say? Who in the city of Montenegro doesn't know your reputation? If I can learn from you, my disciples will never be able to use it!"

Such a blatant slap on the horse made everyone look at him involuntarily.

Yang Yu turned his head and spoke to a burly middle-aged man with a face full of flesh. He recognized that this was the butcher Hu, Hu Wan, from the outer city.

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

"It doesn't matter whether it's on the battlefield or beheading, you don't need so many fancy moves. You just need to hold the words 'steady, accurate, and ruthless', then it's not a problem to be based in Montenegro."

Wei He waved his hand: "Come here, someone."

"Hey, I'm coming!"

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

But in the next moment, his smile froze: "Oh, oh. Master, keep it light..."

"Hey! What a lot of strength!"

Off the field, Yang Yu was taken aback. This burly stature was full of flesh, and he was afraid that he was not a big man weighing around two hundred pounds.

Just like that, Wei He was lifted by the back of his neck by the thin and dry old man.

"There is no need to say more about the word "steady". You have cut tofu for years, and most of you are good enough to get started. Next, what I have to say is accurate!"

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

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

"If you are fighting against someone, and you are slashing at the sky with one sword, or two or three bones under the neck, then it will not be the same!"

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

"It makes sense..."

Yang Yu's teeth were sour when he heard that, this old man is definitely a murderer.

"Hold the knife with a steady hand, and be accurate in chopping!"

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

What he said was straight-forward, but many people off the court felt uncomfortable listening to it, including Yang Yu.

This is a way to kill people, it's like cutting vegetables...

"Teacher, Master. Quick, let me down..."

Wei He was teaching, but Hu Wan couldn't stand it any longer. His face was flushed red, and he felt that his neck was no longer his own.

"You can't bear any hardship at such a young age!"

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

"Cough! Cough cough~~~"

The burly man coughed for a while, almost out of breath, regretted for a while, and made fun of himself.

"never mind."

After being interrupted by this, Wei He stopped talking, waved his hand, and said, "Hu Wan, you are the most free here, you should send your junior brother Yang Prison back."

Having said this, 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 hurriedly agreed.

"Thank you, Master!"

Yang Yu bowed and was grateful.

"Let's go."

Hu Wan rubbed his neck and grinned.

…

"This kid didn't come back overnight?"

Outside the city gate of the inner city, several men were squatting on the side of the road, looking irritable.

They also didn't expect that a half-daughter boy would dare to hang out in the evening, and he didn't return all night without being driven out by the inner city patrol.

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

The slightly skinny boy's eyes lit up and he looked at the city gate.

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

Wang Liu grinned and got up.

"Wait, Brother Six, wait!"

Just as Wang Liu was about to step forward, he was suddenly dragged by his younger brother. He turned around and glared at him.

The little man swallowed nervously, his calf spinning:

"You, look next to that kid. Is that hairy man Butcher Hu?"

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