"Ooh, ooh, ooh..." At nightfall, the sound of sharpening knives came. Fang Ning sat by the well, pouring buckets of well water on the whetstone, and sharpening the iron in his hands.
sword.
The three-foot green front reflects the cold moonlight.
Fang Ning held the hilt of the sword with his fingers firmly but not tightly. He flicked the sword's spine with his fingers of his left hand, and a low sword clanging sound vibrated back and forth on the bright sword's edge.
Fang Ning's bright eyes like morning stars slowly closed, and she listened to the sound of the sword. The young man's slightly ordinary face showed a kind of concentration and seriousness.
This kind of focus and seriousness made the young man a little more dignified and steady, a little more confident and mature. The ragged clothes and thin body could not hide the young man's aloof demeanor at this time.
After observing a thousand swords, you can recognize the weapon. The sword-sharpening technique passed down by the Fang Ning family is to clearly identify the principle and heart of the sword. During the polishing process, use the true energy to refine the sword, remove its impurities, and sharpen its edge. No matter what kind of sword, gun, sword or halberd,
After being polished by this method, the hair will immediately become cold and can be broken by blowing.
As Fang Ning's Qi continued to be carefully polished with strange and wonderful methods, the iron sword gradually revealed its edge, radiating with radiance, and became extremely sharp. He stretched out his hand to touch the sword's edge, and the sword's edge was polished and sharpened by him.
A cold feeling.
Wherever the sword edge touches, the hairs will stand up involuntarily. Pull out a hair, gently fall on the sword edge, and it will be split in two immediately.
Almost every family in the Tianluo Empire has this kind of secret technique.
Only by possessing secret techniques can a family pass it down and gain a firm foothold in the Tianluo Empire, where war is the foundation of the country. This is true for the Qingfeng Pure Medicine Technique of the Mu Family in the Fangyuan Medicine Shop and the sword-sharpening technique of the Fang Family.
The three-foot green blade in his hand looked bright and shining, with its sharp edge clearly visible. Fang Ning said in a low voice: "Sword, sword, sword! I, Fang Ning, will depend on you for the battle tomorrow.
You and I will fight against a powerful enemy together. If we win, we can save my mother. If we lose, we will die in the battlefield. Life and death depend on you."
I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck, but tomorrow is a small gladiatorial contest that happens once a month. There happens to be a battle that requires young people to participate, and the reward is very high. No matter life or death, there is a pension of three hundred gold dollars.
Fang Ning signed a contract with the martial arts arena, and will challenge the barbarians of the Gaul Bear Tribe in the third pre-fight before the main fight tomorrow at noon. That’s why Fang Ning is here sharpening his sword in the middle of the night.
The water well is spacious and open, which is perfect for sword practice. Fang Ning slowly began to practice sword practice. Looking carefully, he did not use any sword techniques to wield the sword. It was just the most basic introduction to sword techniques taught by the official school. There was nothing powerful about it.
Sword moves only have the ten most basic movements:
These ten most basic swordsmanship movements are the most common for a three-year-old child to start learning. At his age, he has already started practicing Qi refining, so how can he learn some simple swordsmanship in official school, such as Qingsong Swordsmanship?
Ordinary swordsmanship such as Sancai Swordsmanship, but he did not use those swordsmanship, he just practiced the most basic and simple swordsmanship movements.
This is the experience gained in the military nursing home. Instead of practicing swordsmanship such as Qingsong Swordsmanship, it is better to lay a good foundation and practice basic swordsmanship hard. Although there are no various changes in the swordsmanship, it is still the same.
Zong, the more basic the more powerful it is.
This is the experience of countless strong men. Fang Ning relied on this basic swordsmanship to fight all over the official martial arts school. None of his classmates who practiced various swordsmanships were his opponents.
A sword danced out, a sword slashed and stabbed. Fang Ning forgot about everything. He was just dancing his long sword, concentrating on it. At this moment, there was only him and the sword. There was nothing else between heaven and earth, only one person and one person.
Sword, selfless and unified.
My father saved 600,000 people in Qingzhou, but was sent to another country. My mother helped people all her life, but was ill for a long time. It's unfair, it's really unfair. Why is this happening? Don't good people get rewarded?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The long sword slashed and stabbed, emitting endless power, making the tiger angry. But no matter how angry he was when he drew the sword, the basic swordsmanship movement of stabbing and slashing was not deformed at all, and he completely obtained the three flavors of the sword.
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Fang Ning stabbed hard, completed the last sword movement, sheathed the sword, let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from his head, that's it, we will fight tomorrow, life or death is determined.
After the sword practice was over, Fang Ning returned home and came to her mother's bed. She looked at her unconscious and sleeping mother and said softly to her bedside:
"Mom, don't worry. I will definitely get the Qingxin Pill tomorrow. I will participate in the gladiatorial battle tomorrow. As long as I kill that barbarian fighter, I can win enough money to treat your illness.
Regardless of victory or defeat, life or death, there will be a pension of three hundred gold dollars. This is the only way I can earn three hundred gold dollars.
I took a special look at my enemy tomorrow. He is a barbarian boy. He is thin and about the same height as me. He is some kind of Gallic iron bear barbarian.
It is said that the ability is to have a thicker skin and resist being hit. I have sharpened my iron sword. There is no point in having a thicker skin under my sword. I can definitely win."
During Fang Ning's slow narration, her mother seemed to hear her and whispered with all her strength: "Ning'er, don't go, don't go..."
After saying this, the weak mother was speechless and passed out again. Fang Ning seemed to have not heard and said in a low voice:
"Mom, this is the only way I can save you. The only way I can earn three hundred gold yuan in half a month. I don't want you to die, mother.
Even if I lose tomorrow and die, the pension from the martial arts arena is enough to buy the Heart Purifying Curse. I don't want you to die, mother, I must save you, even if you die, I am willing."
The next day at Yin o'clock in the morning, as the sun had just risen, Aunt Zhang came. Although Aunt Zhang was fat, a little old, and not very handy, she was honest and reliable. It was because of this that Fang Ning felt at ease.
Entrust your mother's care to her.
When he got up in the morning, Fang Ning practiced swordplay again. The gladiatorial fight started at noon, and there was still half a day left. Sharpening the spear before the battle was not easy, Fang Ning had to get familiar with the long sword in his hand as quickly as possible.
After the sword practice was over, Fang Ning packed up and walked to her mother's bed for the last time. Looking at her mother who was still in a coma, she slowly knelt down and said, "Mom, if I go, I will definitely come back alive.
If I can't come back, don't miss me. My son can no longer fulfill his filial piety. You can go find your father and forget about this useless son of yours."
After saying that, Fang Ning kowtowed three times in front of the bed, "Dong dong dong." The sound echoed throughout the room.
Then he stood up, glanced at his mother one last time, controlled his tears, turned around and left, even if he was killed in the fighting field, he still wanted to revive his mother.
The moment he left, Fang's mother seemed to move her body and said softly: "Ning'er, don't go! Don't go!" Tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
Fang Ning strode away. There were still two hours before noon. He did not immediately go to the martial arts arena for Kezhou City. Instead, he went to the military nursing home northwest of Kezhou City. Perhaps this was his last look at those people.
As an old man, he came here to say goodbye to them.
When they arrived outside the military home, they were about to enter. A carriage happened to pass by. In the carriage were four or five young men, about the same age as Fang Ning. There were men and women, and they were all dressed in gorgeous clothes. It looked like they were from a wealthy family, and they were either rich or not.
expensive.
One of them saw Fang Ning and shouted:
"Fang Ning? Fang Ning wants money. It's him who went to the military nursing home to serve those old guys again."
Hearing the voice, Fang Ning knew who it was, He Shiren, the eldest son of the He family, the richest man in Kezhou City.
A girl's delicate voice sounded:
"Ah, it's really him. In fact, those old people are very pitiful. Fang Ning may feel sorry for them, so he went there to work as a caregiver."
At this time, a calm young voice said:
"If you don't do your job properly, if you don't practice swordsmanship and boxing well with your skills, do you really think you can definitely get into the military academy?
This kind of person does not deserve the title of number one in the martial arts school. Number one should be mine, and I will let him know how powerful my iron fist is."
Birds of a feather flock together and people divide into groups. These boys and girls are all the second generation ancestors in Kezhou City.
The girl is the daughter of the city lord of Kezhou City, her name is Murong Xue, the calm boy is called Tie Muhen, and her father is Tie Wuji, the civil affairs officer of Kezhou City. Tiemuhen is Fang Ning’s close enemy in the official martial arts school, but every time
Defeated by Fang Ning, he became the second child in ten thousand years.
He Shiren said: "Yes, Brother Tie, you must repair him properly next time the official martial arts contest is held. This kid is a fool! A fool! A money-greedy idiot!"
The other two teenagers immediately echoed: "Yes, yes, this boy is an idiot."
"Poor man, you are obsessed with money. My daily pocket money is thirty silver dollars. To smell the stink of those old guys for a mere silver dollar, you idiot."
Murong Xue defended Fang Ning and said, "He is a good person who can take care of those poor old people."
Tie Muhen said: "Good people? In this world, good people are not rewarded. This kind of fool is not qualified to occupy the first place in the official martial arts school. I must defeat him..."
Fang Ning just smiled at their mocking words and completely ignored them. He ignored them and entered the military nursing home.
Just like yesterday, I will serve these old people, bring a pot of boiling water for them, make the bed for them, and wipe their bodies for them. Maybe this is my last time here, so I will do something for them at the end, so
Fang Ning was particularly careful and delicate this time.
These old men were all soldiers and had been rough and rough all their lives. They could not do these delicate tasks. They also liked Fang Ning and this young man.
"Xiao Ningzi, you're here. It seems like you have a day off today?"
"Xiao Ningzi, is your mother feeling better?"
Fang Ning answered their questions with a smile, and finally arrived at Gu Tiannan's room on the second floor. When he walked to the door, Fang Ning let out a long breath. This was his last hope.
Fang Ning knocked on the door and entered the house. Following the previous process, he started sweeping the floor and tidying up. But this time Tian Nan was different from before. He sat on the sofa and just looked at Fang Ning with a smile.
Gu Tiannan, the Divine Sword of Dawn, said: "I knew, Xiao Ningzi, you would definitely come. There's no need to deal with it."
Fang Ning said obediently: "Okay, Grandpa Gu, I'll finish sweeping it right away."
Gu Tiannan said: "You are going to die soon. There is no need to sweep away. Just enjoy your last life. Are you going to participate in a gladiatorial fight today?"
Don’t think I’m old, but I’m still well-informed.”
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