The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. In the guest room, Yang Yu had not slept for a long time. He simply turned over and sat up, took out the broken knife and began to practice the sword moves.
It's not accurate to say it's a sword move.
Something more basic than basic, such as holding a knife.
There are different types of knife grips: overhand grip, reverse grip, left grip, right grip, oblique grip, etc. There are basic positions and techniques for each way of holding the knife.
Yang Yu was naturally holding the hilt of the sword.
Phew~
The broken knife passed by the moonlight shining into the room, Yang Yu's eyes were bright, and many skills were imprinted in his mind, so he could always compare them.
"It's a pity that I can't see the progress bar..."
Using the techniques in his mind one by one without haste, Yang Yu glanced at the wall subconsciously, thinking with regret.
But before long, he was immersed in it and forgot about trivial matters.
It wasn't until his body felt sore that he realized to his surprise that it was already bright.
"Is this just the whole night?"
Yang Yu shook his numb palms, feeling shocked in his heart.
He was sure that he had never had such concentration before.
In the past, even if he really wanted to accomplish something, he still couldn't help but quit.
Although it's not a three-minute heat, it's impossible to concentrate to this extent.
"Did the previous 'refining' improve my concentration?"
Yang Yu guessed while relaxing his muscles and bones.
He couldn't feel tired in the cauldron, and he couldn't time it. Thinking about it now, he was afraid that it had lasted for a long time.
Maybe this is not about becoming focused, but a ‘habit’?
He couldn't help but want to try refining here again, but now was not the time. If he was unconscious for a few days, it would be very troublesome.
…
There is no strict system for learning martial arts under Old Man Wei, and it can even be said that it is very unorganized.
Wei He doesn't care when he comes, when he leaves, or when he practices.
Most of the time, he hugged the old monkey and leaned on the big chair as if sleeping, but if he made a mistake in practice, he would scold him in time.
But Yang Yu knew that there was no other way.
Wei He is not a martial arts gym after all. Those who come to him to learn martial arts come here in their free time. Most of the time, they still have to work.
There are only two or three people who can come and practice for several hours every day.
Like before Yang Yu, it was considered good to be able to come here three to five days a month.
"Today we have another junior disciple, I will give you a few words."
As soon as Yang Prison arrived in the courtyard, he heard Old Man Wei's voice and hurriedly walked quickly to stand behind some of his fellow apprentices.
Wei He let go of the old monkey and paced lamely, hesitating together: "There is a saying that only when you are familiar with fists and feet can you buy weapons, but most of you don't have this condition. Learning fists and kicks is much more expensive than weapons..."
Yang Yu listened attentively, knowing that Old Man Wei was telling him what he said.
"To practice boxing and kicking, not to mention the medicinal wine, ointments, and medicinal oils required, just the daily supplements are not what you can afford."
Wei He's voice was not loud, but everyone in the small courtyard could hear it clearly.
Some people nodded repeatedly.
But Yang Yu knew that the cost of sword training was quite high. Not to mention anything else, an ordinary sword cost three taels of silver.
With his monthly salary from working as a handyman in the government office, he would have to go without food or drink for two years before he could afford it.
And this does not include daily maintenance.
Weapons need to be maintained, not just by throwing them away when not in use, but also by sharpening them when they are in use.
"Now that you have entered my family, you must also know that I was born in the military and started my family by beheading people. So, these are the only things I can hand over to you."
Wei He glanced at the disciples lightly and stopped for a moment on Yang Yu.
"What did you say, master? Who in this Black Mountain City doesn't know your reputation? If I can learn from you, my disciples will benefit a lot!"
Such an explicit pat on the horse made everyone couldn't help but look at it.
Yang Yu turned his head and saw that the person speaking was a middle-aged man with a sinewy face and a burly build. He recognized that this was Hu Wan, the butcher Hu from the outer city.
He is also one of the two or three people who come to practice martial arts every day.
"Whether it's on the battlefield or beheading, you don't need so many fancy moves. You only need to stick to the three words of 'steady, accurate, and ruthless'. Then, it won't be a problem to base yourself in Montenegro."
Wei He waved his hand: "Come here, someone."
"Hey, I'm coming!"
The arrogant Hu Wan was the first to rush forward with a silly smile on his face.
But the next moment, his smile froze: "Hey, oh. Master, please be more gentle..."
"Hiss! What a strength!"
Yang Yu was shocked off the court. He was a burly man with a muscular face. He was probably not a big man weighing around 200 kilograms.
He was just lifted up by the scruffy old man Wei He by the back of his neck.
"There is no need to say more about stability. You have been cutting tofu over the years. If you can get started, most of them have a certain level. What I want to say next is accurate!"
Wei He held Hu Wan in one hand and gestured up and down with the other hand:
"A knife can save three points of effort, and no effort is wasted! There are more than two hundred bones in the human body, some are hard and some are soft..."
"If you are fighting with someone, it will be completely different if you cut the Tianling Cap with one knife or cut two or three bones in the neck!"
Wei He talked eloquently, and when he talked about this, the little old man's eyes became bright.
"That makes sense..."
Yang Yu's teeth were sore when he heard this. This old man is definitely a murderer.
"The hand holding the knife must be steady, and the cutting must be accurate!"
Wei He pointed and said where the bones are hard and where they are soft, where they are stressed and where they are not.
What he said was clear and logical, but many people in the audience felt uncomfortable listening to it, including Yang Yu.
This is a way to kill people, it's like chopping vegetables...
"Master, master. Quick, put me down quickly..."
As soon as Wei He taught, Hu Wan couldn't stand it any longer. His face turned red, and he felt that his neck was no longer his.
"You are too young to endure any hardship!"
Wei He's face sank and he threw Hu Wan to the ground.
"Cough! Cough cough~~~"
The burly man coughed and almost lost his breath. He felt regretful for joining in the fun.
"never mind."
Interrupted by this, Wei He stopped talking and waved his hand and said: "Hu Wan, you have the most time here, so please send your junior brother Yang Yu back."
Speaking of this, he paused again:
"After dinner, go back to your house!"
"ah?"
Hu Wan was a little confused, but seeing Wei He staring at him, he hurriedly agreed.
"Thank you, Master!"
Yang Yu bowed and felt grateful.
"Let's go."
Hu Wan rubbed his neck and grinned.
…
"This kid didn't come back all night?"
Outside the gate of the inner city, several men were squatting on the roadside, looking agitated.
They also didn't expect that a young man would dare to wander out in the evening and stay out all night without being kicked out by the inner city patrol.
"Hey! Brother Six, that guy is out!"
A slightly thin boy's eyes lit up and he looked towards the city gate.
"You made me wait for a long time, you little bastard!"
Wang Liu stood up with a ferocious smile.
"Wait, Brother Six, wait!"
Wang Liu was about to step forward when he was unexpectedly dragged by his younger brother, who turned around and glared angrily.
The little man swallowed nervously, his legs spinning:
"Look, look at the hairy guy next to that kid. Is that Butcher Hu?"