Zhao Bufan fell to the ground, and let Chaoyang sprinkle it on his head, smearing his black hair with a layer of light gold, which flew messily as the mountain breeze blew.
In order to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts, he has to be a child who plays tricks once, and he must also learn his uncle's sword skills.
Zhao Wudi doesn't look at his immature face and beard under his chin, but who would have thought that under such a young face, he is actually a soul from the Ming Dynasty eight hundred years later, and he is nearly thirty years old When he thought about his previous life, he had traveled the rivers and lakes, traveled the world with a knife, how many heroes in the world would have passed, and he had also jumped on a horse and raised a gun, fought on the battlefield, bathed in the blood of the enemy, and picked the enemy's head with a gun, how could his life experience be comparable to Zhao Bufan He glanced at Zhao Bufan, and immediately understood his careful thoughts, but since everyone is a descendant of the Changshan Zhao family, in a sense, Zhao Bufan is actually his "ancestor" eight hundred years ago, and it is understandable to teach him the Seven Killing Knife Technique.
He didn't want to set up his own family, but sincerely wanted to return to the Changshan Zhao family and be a real Zhao family.
Man cannot live without a foundation in the world.
Water without a source and a tree without roots is difficult to move an inch in this world.
Now, everything is solved, his martial arts, his magic, and those insights beyond this era have the best provenance at this time.
Everything can be pushed to the head of Changshan Zhao, as a martial arts family that has been inherited for hundreds of years, or a legendary family that has broken through the void and is almost a mythical character, can there be some unreasonable stunts and divine inheritance Moreover, the ancestor of the Changshan Zhao family, Zilong Gong, was the most similar to the prime minister of the Shu Han Dynasty and the successor of the Guigu Valley, Zhuge Wuhou, who knows if he inherited the unpredictable methods of Zhuge Wuhou Thinking of this, Zhao Wudi laughed and said, "Seventeen Lang, a manly man, if you want to learn the knife technique, just say it quickly, why twist and pinch to be like a child."
Get up, go get a knife again, and teach you the Seven Killing Knife Technique.
However, there is not much time left, and today is about to leave for Shuofang, so I can only pass you the knife style first, and as for the mystery of it, you can only slowly figure it out by yourself. ” Zhao Bufan was overjoyed, kowtowed respectfully a few times, and his forehead touched the bluestone slab on the ground, making a "knock" sound, and he didn't know if he was in pain Zhao Bufan finished kowtowing, got up neatly, and didn't care about the red on his forehead, turned around and went into the house to find a knife for his uncle.
At this time, Zhao Wudi understood that the small courtyard of feelings was Zhao Bufan's residence.
You must know that although Zhao Bufan is only the head of the courtyard of the Taiping Princess Mansion, the head of the princess's mansion, that is, the so-called chief of the guard, is also an official with a serious grade of eight hundred, and the grade is not low, at least much higher than Zhao Wuving, the brigade commander.
Zhao Bufan brought another horizontal knife, for this kind of standard weapon in the Tang Army, the imperial court has always forbidden private possession, but this ban is only useful for the small people of Shengdou, and it is just an empty word for those wealthy nobles.
The knife is a good knife, the steel mouth is very sharp, and there is a cold glow in the morning sun, and the blade of the knife has been tempered thousands of times, and those snowflake patterns can be clearly seen, which is much better than that used by the Shuofang border army.
Zhao Bufan saw that his uncle kept stroking the blade of the knife, and thought that he liked this knife very much, but he thought about it.
Although my uncle has martial arts, he comes from a humble background, and he is only a small brigade commander in the border army, where is the opportunity to touch the top horizontal knife "Since my uncle likes it, let's take it, anyway, there is no shortage of good knives in the princess's mansion."
Zhao Bufan said with a smile.
Zhao Wudi frowned, and said in his heart: "Grandma's, if you don't pay attention, you can't let a junior look down on it, you have to get the field back." ” His eyes lit up, and he reprimanded with a straight face: "Hum the way of martial arts, care about the heart, care about the mind, care about the gods, not care about the instrument."
Even if it is a divine weapon, it is still a small Dao Ear after all, and if you put your mind on these external objects, it will become an obstacle to your pursuit of martial arts.
Martial arts go all the way to the extreme, everything in the world can become your weapon, flying flowers and picking leaves, can hurt people, remember to remember" Zhao Wudi said, his mind was smooth, just like a breath of depressed past and present lives finally vomited out, as happy as he wanted.
He shouted loudly in his heart: "It's better to be an elder, you can train people with a straight face."
This feeling seems to be a long time ago, and it has to cross endless time and space, going back to a past life.
I still remember that it was sunset, birds returned to the forest, and a lake was sparkling The young son and the younger nephews delayed the gun practice because they were playful, and they reprimanded them very much because they hated iron and steel, until Xiaoyue couldn't see it anymore and made a big move."
Zhao Bufan remembered his wife and children in his previous life, everything seemed to happen yesterday, but now he is separated by time and space, and he can never see each other again.
Knowing that they would be eight hundred years later, but they would not be able to see each other, perhaps, Xiaoyue would often take a pair of children to see his tomb, pull a handful of weeds from the grave, and shed a handful of tears This made him sigh, and his expression was full of loneliness and loneliness.
Dare to ask God, is there really a way to live forever in this world, not to become an immortal, I just want to spend it silently in this rolling red dust, waiting to meet my wife and children after 800 years.
Zhao Bufan didn't know that this uncle who had pierced the Tang Dynasty was sad because he was thinking about his wife and children in his previous life, and thought that his uncle had a feeling in his heart and entered the legendary realm of epiphany, so he didn't dare to disturb, and even tried his best to control his breathing, taking as little breath as possible, so as not to destroy his uncle's chance.
The sun is like gold, and the autumn wind is slightly cold.
A red leaf is injured by the knife intent of the reincarnation of the season, and reluctantly leaves the branches that inhabit from early spring to late autumn, fluttering and circling in the autumn wind, and cannot bear to fall to the ground.
"Qiang" The horizontal knife came out of its sheath, and let out a cold and agitated long roar, breaking the silence of the early morning in the mountains, and the knife qi was agitated, twisting the red leaves to pieces.
Dust to dust, dust to earth, from nature to nature, why bother to leave traces "Seventeen Lang, concentrate your mind, concentrate your spirit, and watch a certain practice of the Seven Killing Knife Technique" Zhao Wushu shouted, before the words fell, the knife momentum had risen, and a horizontal knife swept up the clear light in the sky, using the endless void as a canvas, smearing one mysterious trace after another.
A knife up, the knife momentum is like a wheel, endless, a knife seven styles, a variety of seven changes, a total of seven seven forty-nine changes, all in one go, without the slightest pause.
At this time, Zhao Wudi was teaching the knife technique, so he did not practice the ultimate change of that style, but instead, the knife was exhausted, the blade turned, and he returned to the starting style, starting from the beginning, and so on
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