Chapter 71: greedy

Chapter 71
When Fang Xie met the old cripple's knife under the dead plum tree in the backyard of Red Sleeve, he stood stupidly like a dead branch of the plum tree. After the old sister-in-law had finished using his sword, he realized how outrageous he was.
One-style knives are not a one-shot sword.
One type of knife is a one way knife.
Not to mention how amazing the power of this knife method is, just to say that the way to make a knife can scare people.
The knife goes away, and the angle of each knife's shot is strange, making people think that the arm of the knife is broken. Because to anyone, a normal person's arm cannot change so much. The human wrist can exert force in six directions, which is already the limit of human arm joint flexibility. But the old sister-in-law's elbow was even more flexible than the wrist.
How can a normal person bend his elbow in the opposite direction?
Who would have expected it if it came out like this?
So Fang Jie was stupid, so stupid was thorough. He looked subconsciously at his right arm, imagining that his arm was bent backwards, and a layer of goosebumps immediately appeared. The more he thought about the appearance of his broken arm, the thicker the chill in his heart. He had no doubt now that the bones all over the body of the old sister-in-law were all broken, so that he could bend and spoil his limbs at will.
"This ... is too difficult."
Fang Jie swallowed hard, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hesitantly asked, "If I want to practice this type of knife, do I need to break all the bones in my body and not Go pick it up, and then gradually adapt to many more joint positions in the body, but what I don't understand is ... how can the muscles stand? "
"Bone can stand it. What can't stand the meat?"
After finishing using a knife, the old sister-in-law saw fine sweat beads on his forehead. It can be seen that at his age, many things cannot be changed.
He threw the rusty knife in his hand to the ground, and sat down on a stone to drink and gasp: "This sword is the basis of my fifty years ago when I walked the rivers and lakes. There was not much to do to kill people and goods. This way The sword technique is also famous in the rivers and lakes. But later, the older and the lower temper, the more gradually the sword is no longer needed. Jianghu has not had a sword for fifty years, and you may not know it even after you learn it. "
He waited for his breath to calm down and said, "This knife is too vicious and vicious. The strangeness of the knife lies in the strange mind, and the knife is cruel."
"Do you think I'm cruel?"
Fang Xie asked.
The old sister-in-law smiled: "Everyone is unwilling to believe that there is violence in their hearts, and no one dares to face the urge to kill in their hearts. The pleasure of killing is mostly in dreams, and once woke up, they often blame themselves. Something. It doesn't matter if you have a vicious person in your bones. What's important is whether you want to learn this vicious sword. "
"With a single knife, the way and angle of each knife is difficult to think of and predict. If you use this knife to fight with others, even people who are a lot higher than you will be forced to mess with you. Because it violates people's normal thinking, it comes down to a strange word. "
The old sister-in-law paused and said a little self-deprecatingly: "No matter what you do, if all your thoughts get into this weird word, you will inevitably lose your advantage. When I was a teenager, I only pursued the pleasure of killing and indulged in grudges, so my mind was inevitably extreme. . This type of sword is also followed by extreme radicals. It can even be said that there are hundreds of gates of various sizes, no martial arts are more weird and more vicious than a type of sword. "
Fang Jie nodded, and he agreed with Laozi's words.
No matter what anyone does, as long as you get into the word treacherous, it really looks inferior and loses its righteousness.
But in this world, there is nothing very bright.
So Fang Xie smiled and said, "The best is the best. No matter if it's paradoxical or not, it's superior when it comes to this type of knife. The yin of the sword lies in the yin of the heart, if not It ’s ruthless, even if it uses a ruthless knife, it can be a bit dignified. "
He said something that pleased the old sister-in-law, and the fart was extremely good.
"I haven't seen how you used a knife 50 years ago, and I don't know how ruthless a sword was 50 years ago. But today you see how to use this knife. In addition to shock and surprise, there is only endless worship. There is nothing vicious at all in the sword, but it is a fair and honest exercise of the potential of the human body. "
The old sister-in-law held back, and then couldn't help laughing and cursing shamelessly.
Fang Xie has never been a person who feels guilty for shamelessness, so he smiled and asked, "Another martial arts school will be opened for another month. How many points can I practice in a month?"
The old sister-in-law thought it over and said, "I care ... you have a lot of perseverance."
Fang Jiemu kept silent, thinking about suddenly lifting his right arm and slamming it, his right forearm hit the dead plum tree fiercely, clicking, the plum tree with thick calf was cut into two, he was small The arm bone of the arm was also broken in two. Ginger Fangjie uses his other hand to hold the broken arm back and fold it back to ninety degrees, so it looks like it can scare people out of cold sweat. It was just like the broken arm he had figured out in his mind.
The old sister-in-law stared, then shook her head and scolded: "Yesterday you said that you are smart, but today you know that your mother is an idiot and a fool! You have broken your arm before I finished talking. How can you practice a knife after that? Damn ... When you say that you are ruthless, you become ruthless, do n’t you ask me if I have any knack for turning my joints back? "
Fang Xie pushed the broken arm back, and the sweat on the forehead was dripping down his face. He picked up a plum tree branch from the ground, and then bit his teeth to tear off a sleeve, tied his hand to his broken arm with his mouth and mouth, and was sweating on his back after he had tied it.
The old sister-in-law scolded without help.
Even the more scolded the more angry.
Fang Xie fell to the ground, reached out, took the old gourd's wine gourd, took a sip, and wiped the sweat on his face with a smile: "A man who is too smart cannot do anything, so he must find a way to make himself okay The only way to go is to practice a knife for a month and only have one arm. I guess I don't have any thoughts about how to speculate. "
"Stupid-forced?"
The old sister-in-law asked for a moment.
Fang Xie nodded and answered seriously: "Stupid-forcing, very stupid-forcing!"
"Father, did you use the knife just now, which hand did you use?"
"Right hand"
"Now my right hand is broken."
Fang Xie said seriously: "Will you only teach me a left-handed knife?"
The old sister-in-law's face changed, and then she suddenly realized the intent of the solution. His shoulders trembled slightly, and he bent down to pick up the rusty knife and handed it to Fang Xie's left hand. After being silent for a while, he looked at Fang Xie's eyes and asked, "How do you see ... I am the best left-handed knife?"
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When a gecko is in danger, he will actively break his tail to attract the enemy and escape himself. The wolf caught his leg in the iron clip of the hunter's cloth, and he would bite that leg and escape.
Fang unlocked his right arm next to the dead plum in the backyard of Red Sleeve.
The old sister-in-law changed her face, and the silly-forced square solution seemed to have no regrets and annoyances.
He used this kind of brutal and vicious way to change the left-handed sword of the old sister-in-law. No one knew how he saw it. The old sister asked, and he didn't say. The old sister-in-law hasn't walked the rivers and lakes for fifty years, and the name of Luo Ye, the left-handed knife on the green forest road in the south of the river, was forgotten 50 years ago. Fifty years of ups and downs in the rivers and lakes, the newcomers have long replaced the old ones.
Who remembers his left-handed knife?
Fang Xie is not left-handed. He uses his right hand to eat, drink, and even rub his ass. But now he didn't hesitate to break his right arm. Such a thing may only be done by a lunatic.
So the old sister-in-law was a little lost, and couldn't help asking: "Do you have deep hatred?"
Fang Jie shook his head.
"What specific purpose do you have to achieve?"
The old sister asked again.
Fang Jie thought for a while, but shook his head. So far, he doesn't seem to have any firm purpose, whether he is in Fan Gu or Ye Didu. He wanted to enter the martial arts court, but if he couldn't get in, he wouldn't throw himself into the river. The second best thing is that he can't enter Yanwuyuan. He wants to be a civilian. If he can't, he won't be annoyed with regret. He was never a person who couldn't get out of a dead end. There may be regrets, but regrets are by no means the main theme.
"There is no long-term consideration, just to be able to enter the Wuyuan in front of me, is it worth it?"
The old sister asked again.
Fang Jie pondered for a long time and nodded, "It's worth it."
The old sister-in-law did not continue to ask, but just looked at the rusty knife in Fang Xie's left hand and murmured: "You have the foundation of the knife and the knife has already entered the room. Practice a knife with your right hand. Even a little Chengdu is difficult in a month At least what I can do is look like a door ... but now I use my left hand and want to get started in a month ... difficult. "
With that said, he turned to the side and seemed regretful. However, Fang Xie looked at the back of the old sister-in-law but couldn't help laughing.
"Show me some tricks."
The old sister-in-law who went out a dozen steps sat in the lounger, squinting, not drinking much, but slightly drunk.
Fang Jie nodded and took a deep breath.
Close your eyes, and think carefully about the knife used by the old sister-in-law.
One training, one watching.
One scolded and one scolded.
In a hurry, the old sister-in-law jumped up and kicked him.
About a hundred meters away from where they practiced their knives, there was a three-story wooden building in the front yard of Red Sleeve. The wooden building is very large. There are at least hundreds of rooms in the upper and lower floors, excluding the large and large main hall on the first floor. There are many people and strong power. In the middle of the day and night yesterday, with the efforts of the red sleeves to recruit the girls, servants and neighbours, the building was cleaned. It's just because no one has lived for too long, showing a musty smell that makes people uncomfortable.
The girls live on the third floor, and each of them has a lot of rooms. The scale of the original Red Sleeve move is evident, and the number of girls in the Red Sleeve move was amazing.
Red sleeves move is just a song and dance line, do not do the business of the blue house.
In the imperial capital, song and dance can't be said to be as much as ox hair. UU reads www.uukanshu.com, but anyway, it can count dozens of them, but they don't have a semicolon to think of singing and dancing without doing flesh business. When Prince Yang Qi raised the red sleeve flag, he said that he would build the most elegant and pure song and dance in the capital city.
In his capacity, it is difficult to do anything.
Unless anyone wants to die, the girls in red sleeves will be asked to pick up or not.
The girls did not fall asleep until the day was light, so the building seemed a little empty. The entourage and servants were busy arranging and packing, but the low-ranking butler Tu Wu in the building took the two men out of the house early to report to Chang'an Prefecture, and then recruited some helpers.
Most people are dreaming, but the thrush doesn't have a drowsiness.
Or not returning to the emperor for eleven years makes her feel a bit bitter. She stood at the back window of the wooden building and watched the backyard stunned. Standing still like this, I don't know whether I saw the scenery now or the scenery 11 years ago.
After a long time like the freeze of the picture, she took a breath and asked the woman who looked like a fairy immortal: "I asked you halfway, what do you think of this boy?"
She looked at the teenager with a broken-arm dance knife and asked, "In order to practice a left-handed sword, cut off the right arm. People who have the courage and courage are at least rare in Da Sui. Now ... what do you think of him . "
A white wicked wicked candlestick looked at the young man's figure, and his face was always forever, it seemed that nothing could disturb her mood. She looked out the window but wondered whether the boy outside the window was in her eyes, and for a moment of silence, the corner of her mouth picked out a word of comment.
"greedy"
The thrush was slightly stunned, and then he couldn't help but smile: "Without greed, how can you be obsessed? Unconscious, why is it successful? Greed ... has always been the strongest and most lasting driving force for human growth. . "