Xu Huai did not go out in the afternoon, but stayed in the yard to practice with Xu Wuliang to get familiar with the new sword.
During sparring, the blade of the sword was wrapped in multiple layers of linen to avoid accidental injuries, but Xu Huai did not dare to lightly use powerful and heavy horizontal cuts or heavy chops, which restricted the use of his superior strength.
However, even so, Xu Huai did not fall behind in sparring with Xu Wuliang. The difference was more because he was not as experienced as Xu Wuliang.
Xu Xiaohuan has a shy temperament. She used to hide in the backyard to help her mother clean up the house, and then went to the front yard to help her father in the afternoon.
knife.
"Xiaohuan has also practiced swordsmanship?" Xu Huai asked curiously when he saw that Xu Xiaohuan watched them practice swordsmanship with great interest, unlike Liu Qiong'er who sat aside and yawned. He obviously understood the path of the sword.
Although Xu Xiaohuan is thin and looks malnourished, she can help out in the blacksmith shop and look after the stove. Most teenagers may not have to endure such hardships, but Xu Xiaohuan can persevere and does not slow down her father Xu Wuliang's forging.
The speed and strength of the piece are quite a lot.
"She has learned boxing for several years, but her mother was afraid that she would have thick arms and legs, so she would not be able to find her husband's family, so she stopped her. She was like a stick of firewood. She really needed to be stronger before she could find her husband's family!"
"Xu Wuliang said.
"Xiaohuan, catch this knife!" Xu Huai warned, stretched out his foot to hook the iron knife that knocked him out, and flew it towards Xu Xiaohuan.
Xu Xiaohuan squatted under the eaves and saw the iron knife flying towards him. He struck the ground with one palm, but the tail of his python tail fist hit the ground. Xu Huaili was so powerful that he could break thick rocks with his downward strike from the air. Xu Xiaohuan was not that big.
The strength caused his body to rise up lightly, and he stretched out his hand to grab the knife in his hand.
But Liu Qiong'er, who was sitting aside, was startled and almost fell off the chair. She put her hands on her hips and pointed at Xu Huai and angrily yelled: "You idiot, just kick the knife over and you won't be afraid of Xiao Huan accidentally hurting me!
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Xu Huai chuckled, ignored Liu Qiong'er's complaints, and said to Xu Xiaohuan: "Show me the Python Saber."
Xu Xiaohuan glanced timidly at her father, Xu Wuliang, and when she saw her father nodded, she tied up her skirt and walked to the courtyard, where she used an iron knife to use the Fu Mang Dao in one move after another.
Xu Xiaohuan practiced the Fu Mang Sword skillfully and in a formal manner, but due to his own strength and lack of unique bloody and brave killing momentum, he was unable to embody the essence of the Fu Mang Sword, a military sword. And this
It's not something that can be compensated for by diligent practice.
Of course, Xu Huai wanted Xu Huai to stay with Liu Qiong'er and act as a maid, so it was naturally best to practice short blades such as bag knives and makeup knives, which tested the most agility.
In addition, they installed Feng Shui bronze mirrors on the courtyard wall across the street from the courtyard gate in the afternoon. They also needed someone to peek from behind the door cracks to see what was going on in the alley. It was best for Xiaohuan to do these things.
In the past year, debt collectors came to her door every once in a while, and from time to time someone approached her mother and suggested selling her. Xiaohuan knew it in her heart, and was worried about it for a long time - although Xu Wuliang also said today that she was selling her.
Qin Zhai was made a slave, and she was asked to learn to serve others in the future, but the feeling of being alone with her parents and not being sold was completely different.
Now there was something for her to do, and Xu Xiaohuan happily agreed, guarding the door of the front yard conscientiously, and from time to time looking through the gap in the door to see what was going on outside.
Xu Xiaohuan discovered it at dusk, but he was a salesman walking in the streets. He passed by the yard twice in the evening, which was obviously abnormal in the quiet Iron Stone Alley.
"I'll follow you and have a look!" It was agreed that Xu Huai would secretly act as the "oriole", but when things came to a head, Xu Wuliang regretted it and wanted to follow him himself to find an opportunity to take action.
Even if the Tang family still doubts Xu Wuliang, they don't need to be so cautious when they send people over to see what's going on. The salesman in disguise is probably the spy of Hutou Village or one of the eight assassins.
Although Hutouling is located in a remote place, it is only forty miles away from Huaiyuan Town.
The news of Wang Zhen's gift of lyrics and Liu Qiong'er's ransom from Yuehong Mansion spread out. Counting the time, the assassin should send someone over to check the truth.
If Xu Huai wants to take the lead, how can he let Xu Wuliang take care of him as a minor nephew?
Since the assassin had a detailed understanding of the Xu family's situation, Xu Huai did not put on any disguise, picked up the scabbard with a modified bayonet, inserted the new knife into it, and walked away regardless of the worry on Xu Wuliang's face.
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Xu Huai walked out of Tieshi Lane. The salesman was a lean man, about forty years old. He walked in front of him carrying a load of goods on his shoulders. The top box of the load was opened, and several small compartments were divided to display needlework, rouge, preserved fruits, etc.
The scattered merchandise for sale is displayed to passers-by.
In late spring, this salesman was wearing a short shirt, and there was nothing wrong with his appearance. However, it was only when Xu Huai walked out of Tieshi Lane that he started to sell weakly.
"Stop it you bastard!"
Xu Huai stopped the salesman at the entrance of the alley, picked a handful of fried fruits and put them in his pocket. When he took out the coins from his pocket, he clumsily brought out a letter, complaining that last time he was sent to Lutai Village overnight, but he failed.
I fell down several times in the dark along the way.
When Xu Huai walked out of Huaiyuan Town, he noticed that the salesman was following him from a distance. He just pretended not to know, but when he saw that it was getting dark, he quickened his pace and turned south onto the dirt road heading towards Lutai Village.
Lutai Village is twenty miles away from Huaiyuan Town. There are four or five hills and several streams in the middle. The dirt road is rugged. Even those with strong legs can take two hours to make the journey at a trot.
The salesman stayed far behind at first, but when he climbed over a ridge and walked to the wild ginsengzi ditch with no houses on either side, he shouted to Xu Huai:
"The little brother in front is also going to Lutai Village?"
Xu Huai stopped by the creek. The crescent moon had already risen from the top of the east mountain. The sky and the earth seemed to be enveloped in dark purple mist. He saw the salesman walking over with a load of goods and said, "Brother, you are walking so fast."
, I also want to go to Lutai Village, this journey is not very peaceful, I just want to keep you company, and I will give you a handful of fried fruits!"
As the salesman spoke, he came closer and put down the load, but without giving Xu Huai a chance to say a few perfunctory words, the salesman broke the pole into two, split into a four-foot-long blade, and stabbed Xu Huai in the chest.
Xu Huai hated this kind of guy who stabbed him with a knife without even saying a few words. He had to fight to the death without even having a chance to say a few words. It was so exciting.
The salesman was definitely not weak. When he drew the knife, the blade turned inward. When he stepped forward, the blade turned over with the extension of his elbow, and stabbed Xu Huai's chest extremely sharply.
The thrusting force of the Fumang Knife is similar. If you step forward and add the length of the long knife, you can suddenly kill a strong enemy seven or eight feet away with one arrow. It is the Fumang Knife specially used for assassination and dealing with Youdou.
The sword's power is extremely fast and sharp; similar to this, it also needs to attack and chop with equal power.
At the moment of lightning, Xu Huai reached across his elbow and unsheathed the long straight knife he held in his right hand. He pressed close to his elbow to block the knife that the salesman thought he was sure to win. He then turned around and used the blade to stab the salesman's throat.
And go.
"Aren't you that idiot from the Xu family?!" It's not surprising that Xu Huai will kill him with one blow. After all, people who have practiced martial arts have very quick instincts.
Even if you are not very smart, as long as you have been training your muscles and kicks for many years, you will have an almost intuitive reflex function in your muscles when facing a sudden attack.
The more powerful one's skills are, the more obvious and quick this intuitive reflex becomes, allowing one to be more calm and leisurely in those sword and gun attacks that are as fast as rain.
The salesman knew that this idiot from the Xu family had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. No matter how stupid or clumsy he was, he would be able to stab him unexpectedly within five to five seconds.
It's not easy to just get out of the way of the enemy blade blocked to one side by him.
The salesman was shocked, but he was not slow in his hand. He raised his hand and held the knife in front of him, blocking Xu Huai's knife.
"..."
Xu Huai ignored the salesman, staring at him with sharp eyes like a hawk, and carried the knife in his hand towards the salesman like a mountain.
He has been trained by Lu Xiong in the past two months, and today he is sparring with Xu Wuliang, but it cannot be counted as actual combat.
Not to mention that it was a life and death fight, even if it was the first actual battle he had experienced, he would arouse all the fighting spirit in his chest and pour all his body and mind into the force of the sword.
The Fu Mang Sword does not have many routines, and its power of lifting, cutting, stabbing, and gridding also complements the Fu Mang Fist, and even uses each other.
Just like Xu Huaigang puts the blade against his elbow to seal the enemy's blade and then flicks the enemy's throat, in Fu Mang Fist it can evolve into a whip-hammer stance.
The footwork used with the Fumang Sword is also the most stable, and even gives people the feeling of being sloppy. In fact, the swordsman is the most dangerous in the military formation, and no matter how powerful his skills are, he will never dare to use his body to test the edge.
Therefore, the Fu Mang Sword is all about quick strikes and quick withdrawals when cutting, slashing, and stabbing. The most complex sword posture only contains three or four changes. Playing with fancy fists and embroidered legs on the battlefield is courting death.
When encountering an enemy in You Dou, Fu Mang Dao also responds with thrusts, slashes, etc., completely abandoning the routines of jumping up and down and moving left and right like a coquettish bitch in You Dou Dao.
This kind of fighting method may even feel a little clumsy, but when the sword is released and retracted, the abundant strength expands and contracts in the body, which will also give the opponent a sense of oppression and frustration like a mountain that cannot be broken.
feel.
Xu Huai was strong and strong, with long arms and legs, and was best suited to open and close the Fu Mang Saber. The two of them exchanged dozens of blows in the blink of an eye. The salesman was shocked to find that Xu Huai's right arm and left armpit had been slashed several finger widths apart in many places.
The bleeding mouth, bloody extravasation.
Even so, Xu Huai did not say that he was trying to attack in order to end the battle as soon as possible.
Not to mention that he was injured by a sword and was easily infected. He returned to the military camp with a sword wound all over his body. How should he explain it to others?
Of course, on the bank of the deserted Yexi Valley, he was not afraid that the salesman would dare to turn around and run away with his back exposed.
On the contrary, at this time, it was the salesman who was more eager to cut Xu Huai to death in order to end the fight before his physical strength was quickly exhausted due to the blood flow.
After more than 20 blows, the battle finally ended with Xu Huai stabbing the salesman in the left chest with a reverse slash.
Only when Xu Huaicai took a breath did he realize that sweat was pouring out of his back at this moment, gurgling down his back, as if he was immersed in water. The attack only lasted forty or fifty breaths, and his physical strength was almost exhausted.
No matter how strong your skills are, it is extremely luxurious to defeat one against many in this kind of fast attack battle.
On the battlefield, warriors wear heavy armor and can kill indiscriminately without seeing anything in front of them. With swords and rusty guns that do not pose a fatal threat, the key to killing the enemy with one blow more accurately is the key to continuing to fight for a longer period of time.
Xu Huai took a few deep breaths, and after he had regained his composure, he was about to search the body of the salesman when a figure walked out of the night, alertly holding a knife and asking: "Who is it?"
