Chapter 19 Knife

Zarhua looked at the big shaman silently and was stunned. The green wolf's eyes glowed with surprise and said, "Learn to use swordsmanship? He?" His voice was full of surprise.

"Yes!" The big shaman quietly walked out of the tent, and the flowers followed. At this time, the dark clouds over the wilderness in the far north rolled and roared in the wind like waves, as if to spit out snowflakes that could penetrate people. The big shaman couldn't help shivering, hugged his silk suit tightly, sucked his nose and said, "The child is weak. There is no need to teach him real barbarian knife. I'm afraid his body can't stand it! Don't expect him to hold a knife and ride a horse to fight in the future, as long as he can strengthen his body! Just do what you want!"

The big shaman couldn't help laughing after saying this. Looking for one of the best swordsmanship masters on the barbarian grassland, Chi Nasi, the general of the wind tent, General Zaerhua · Ukugu, made a look to teach a child sword skills, which is really... useless! Zha Erhua, I've wronged you! Just make him know that the knife is not easy to learn, and then he will give up by himself! Ah, that's it!"

Zarhua usually wears thin steel armor even in his tent. He combed into a bunch of hair and danced wildly in the wind, and his burly body was half a body higher than that of the big shaman! He looked at the big shaman seriously and said, "Is that good? Is it okay to promise this child to teach him knife skills and just make a look?

"Well, you are a brainless bear. If I don't tell you these specifically, this child will be killed by you! When the king asked you to teach Prince Su Rile swordsmanship, you black-hearted man almost killed you! Adult warriors can't stand your training intensity, not to mention Suil, who was not an adult at that time! This child is almost thirteen years old. With your means, hum, I'm afraid I'll put this child alive in your tent today and send someone to pick up a body in a few days! Let me tell you, this child's life is more valuable than anyone else's life, more valuable than your general, the boy Bo Ri Tie, or even my old man's life! If anything happens to him, don't blame me for being rude! Because you can't afford this responsibility..." The voice of the big shaman's voice became colder and colder, which was much colder than the knife-like cold wind at this time. His turbid eyes stared at the flowers that were much taller than him, but his momentum faintly overwhelmed the famous general! It's like a heavy cloud of lead on their heads.

"But Suil and Prince Ke are going to the battlefield. He is the future barbarian king, and he must have super force! Especially now when the king... the king lost an arm! I must give him all my knife skills, give him the method of killing, and give him the way of unifying the army during the war between the two armies..."

"It's different! Zha Erhua, you are a slave! Suil is a nobleman and the son of a noble barbarians. He will inherit his father's title tent and ox and sheep in the future! In the future, all Chinasi warriors will kneel in front of his horse and turn their respect for the old king into expectations for Suil! Some things can't be taught! You can teach him how to use a knife, teach him how to kill, and teach him how to control the army, but you can't give him the truth between life and death, which needs to be understood by himself! You can help him climb on horseback, but how to ride a horse also needs to be experienced by himself on the bumpy horse. It depends on whether he can withstand it or be trampled to death by the horse..." The big shaman lowered his head and said slowly. The old man's tone was extremely serious at this time! He doesn't look crazy at all. It seems that after seeing Shen Fanshuang and the night stars, the big shaman seems to have enough energy! After a lifetime of fatigue, he finally spewed out the energy accumulated in his body at the last moment!

"Yes! The big shaman is right! Zaerhua is a slave! But if Zaerhua didn't practice knives desperately when she was a child, she would not be appreciated by the king, let alone the current Zaerhua! I was born in a slave's tent since I was a child, and I grew up staggering without enough food and clothing! If I don't work hard, I will always be a slave trampled by thousands of people. I know the suffering of slaves, so I will try my best to change my fate! But if the nobles don't work hard, their achievements are not as good as a slave son of a bitch. Who looks down on whom at this time? As a nobleman, you should know the responsibility on your shoulders and have the determination to stand above tens of thousands of people!" Zaerhua's voice was slightly choked when she said these words. This 26-year-old man, like a snow-bright armor, couldn't help choking when he recalled what happened when he was a child!

If memories can be drunk, the past can make a hangover! But if the memory is bitter, it is inevitable to be like a cup of poison, which urges people's liver and intestines.

"Zhaerhua still remembers that in winter, when the white hair wind came down, the snow could be buried to the waist. In order to practice knives, I secretly ran out to find a mountain with a leeward, and practiced knives in a thin snowy place. I dared not stop even if I was freezing to death. At that time, he was only a teenager, about the same age as that child! On the way back, there were snowstorms around, lost their way and fell into the snow, freezing to death. If you are thirsty, grab a few mouthfuls of snow. When you are hungry, dig the roots and eat them. You have been crawling all day and one night before you come back! I almost died that time, and I also understood the truth of life and death more! Can a noble young master understand these? Zerhua turned her head to look at the slender and weak child from the cracks in the tent and said in a low voice.

Do you remember the Great Shaman? That time, the knife of the flower was thrown on the snowfield, and it was the big shaman who gave me a wolf blade given to you by another tribal Khan king! It's the wolf blade that has been used for more than ten years now!" He suddenly pulled out the knife at his waist. The bright and straight blade was only three fingers wide, but five feet long. The blood tank on the side ridge of the knife body is covered with unknown how thick the blood scale is, and the curvature of the tip of the knife is perfect and elegant. But the most eye-catching thing is the wolf's head cast with fine copper at the knife. The wolf's huge mouth is wide open, and the snowy blade spit out of the wolf's mouth! The wolf's eyes are set with green gems, which are exactly the same green as Zaerhua's eyes!

"This knife was given to me by the shaman when I was 14 years old! It was a gift from the king of Lanmuzabu Khan on the grassland at that time! I have always used it, and Zhaerhua also rose on the grassland with this wolf blade and got the title of 'Red Thought's Wolf Tooth'! This knife has been used for more than ten years, but no matter how good the knife is, it will collapse, become blunt, and even break! This knife has used more than ten catties of iron for maintenance over the years! But every time it's in a better state than the previous one, and it's easier to use! The big shaman, a steel knife, not to mention the flesh and blood? If you don't hone your physique and will, sooner or later you will collapse! This is the grassland, the cruelest place!" Zha Erhua reached out and stroked the cold blade, and the brightness of the blade reflected in his green eyes.

The big shaman sighed deeply! After worshiping, he motioned Zha Erhua not to go on!

"That's the thinking of you mortals! This child is a god walking on the ground. When he grows up, he will stand in the sky and look down on the whole existence of the world! The bravery of warriors is as ridiculous as children's anger in the eyes of people like them! You won't understand! Just listen to me and act. Don't let him get hurt!" The big shaman said slightly. As for the truth between life and death, this child understands the meaning of existence much more deeply than you at that time! There are too many things in his heart! He came to the grassland with a sense of mission! You don't understand, but it's better not to understand! Don't try to figure out the heart of God. In the end, it's you who pay the price. Remember..."

The big shaman stopped talking and silently turned away. He said against the wind with Zaerhua on his back, "Send the late * child back, send a 100-person team to protect him, and use the most elite warrior under your account! Make sure this child is safe!"

The tone of the big shaman is already a little stiff, with irrefutable majesty! Is this really a big shaman? I don't know why, Zaerhua always feels that there are many things in the heart of the big shaman. These things that have been hidden in the shaman's heart for decades are sprayed out like poison, but they don't know who will destroy...

Zerhua took the wolf's blade knife back into the sheath, and the wolf's head-shaped knife collided with the silver buckle on the scabbard, making a crisp impact sound. He watched the big shaman's staggering steps disappear in the wind, and then turned around and walked like a tent.

Opening the curtain of the tent, the child saw Zaerhua and immediately stood up. His coral red eyes stared at him and said, "General!"

Zha Erhua walked two steps in front of him and looked down at the child. Looking at his slender body and the blue Hyacinth flower on his chest, he silently said nothing! The distance of two steps is the most comfortable distance for Zaerhua to kill people. Suddenly, the flowers moved! His left thumb on the knife popped out, his fingers were strong, and the wolf blade popped out like a light. The right hand leaned out like an eagle's claw and held the handle of the knife tightly. Bow forward, hold the knife with your right hand, and the blade shoots out of the sheath like a silver snake! Fast like lightning rolled in the dark clouds during the summer rainstorm, and like the fangs of a poisonous snake, cutting at the child's slender and beautiful stag-like neck!

Zerhua's knife is so fierce. The wolf blade itself is a very light knife, and sharpness is its biggest feature. His knife is not as heavy as Su and Saihan's*, and he kills the enemy by vigorously chopping! His knife is heavy on a 'smart'! Use the sharpness of the wolf blade to kill people to the greatest extent, and the strength of the knife is condensed. Often the enemy has been in a different place before he can react!

Seeing that the blade was about to be cut on the child's neck, Zha Erhua suddenly stretched out his left hand and fastened the wrist of his right hand, and the knife stopped. The bright blade of the wolf blade stopped less than an inch in front of the child's neck, but the wind stirred by the blade cut off the child's hair and fell down flutteringly.

Zha'erhua's face was cold, and his face was less than a foot away from the child. The child's eyes were closed, and his face was calm and calm, except that his knife flashed a little panic when it just came out of the sheath, and it was as calm as a frozen river. The coldness emitted by the blade is domineering, and the child's beautiful and slender neck is covered with goose bumps, but he looks as calm as a Puritan.

The general slowly withdrew his knife and couldn't help sighing. Just now, when he waved the knife, he had no spare power at all. It was completely a trick to kill people on the battlefield. In order to hold the knife in front of the child's neck, he even had to hold his wrist with his left hand! But the child's performance was beyond his expectation, and there was no dodge at all, not even the most basic resistance!

The blade sharpened its sheath and pricked it. The child opened his eyes and looked up at the flower like an iron tower in front of him.

"Very good! There is no insult to the bones of General Mengyang Zhentian!" Zaerhua said indifferently and nodded approvingly.

"Nothing, I know, you won't kill me! It's just a temptation!" Ye Xingchen looked up at Zha'erhua, and his dark red eyes and Zerhua's bright green eyes looked at each other, which turned out to be an unyield confrontation! In addition, General Zhentian has passed. He is dead, and there is no more person in the world..."

Zha Erhua's heart rose with a faint chill, and the child's tone was so peaceful, as if he was saying something trivial. There is no big fuss about the fact that his neck was almost cut off just now, as if he had experienced countless storms and waves. Zaerhua suddenly had infinite fear of the child's dark red eyes. Through those eyes, she seemed to see an extremely terrible shadow shaking. It's like a child's body with an extremely old and evil soul.

"General Zaerhua, please teach me how to use knives!" Ye Xingchen looked at Zaerhua and said seriously, slowly bending his knees and knelt down! On one knee, right hand on the chest, head hanging low - it is the etiquette of barbarian warriors! Zaerhua was shocked again! This child's samurai etiquette is so standard that he is at a loss!

"You don't have to kneel to me! You are the distinguished guest of Chi Nasi, and the king will treat you politely. I'm just a general under the king's account!"

"From today on, you are my teacher! It's normal for students to worship teachers. At least in Mengyang, this is a basic etiquette. It can't be messy!" The child's head was lowered, and his dark and bright hair was scattered beside him. His calm voice did not look like a twelve or three-year-old child, and he was sophisticated like a samurai who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

Zerhua remembered what the big shaman just said, 'As for the truth between life and death, about the meaning of existence, this child understands much more deeply than you at that time'... Is that true? It seems that this child is really not that simple!

"That's good! In the name of the teacher, I order you not to kneel to me in the future!" Zaerhua said in a low voice, with no expression on her face.

"Yes!" The child stood up and straightened up like a bent spring.

Zha Erhua walked to the innermost black curtain of the tent, turned around, looked at Ye Xingchen and said, "Mr. Chen, knives are not easy to learn. Some people don't know how to use knives for life. If you want to play, you'd better not learn.

"I must learn knife skills, the most awe-working swordsmanship, and I have to learn it!"

Zha Erhua raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, "Then choose a knife!" He turned around and grabbed the black curtain and opened it vigorously. Behind the curtain was a shelf more than one person high, which was full of all kinds of knives. For a moment, the bright light reflected by the blade made his eyes narrow.

Ye Xingchen came closer, looked up at the dozens of knives behind Zaerhua, and hesitated for a moment! Some knives are very thick and longer than others, while others are so slender that no one will find them in their sleeves. For a moment, he faced so many knives that he didn't know which one to choose!

"This one." Ye Xingchen stretched out his slender fingers. Zaerhua followed his eyes, reached out and grabbed a heavy knife from the knife holder, pulled it out, straight back and curved the blade, and the spine of the knife was one finger thick.

He suddenly shook his wrist and raised the knife flat. The tip of the knife rushed forward. His wrist was extremely strong, but the knife body did not tremble at all, as quiet as a rock. The dark blade has no luster at all. He looked along the straight spine of the knife and said, "This is a split knife. The knife body is heavy and powerful to swing. The back of the knife is thick, and it will not break even if the edge of the knife is broken. The blade curve is natural, and it will not be embedded in the enemy's bones when it is cut down when it is a war horse! A knife is a good knife!"

Zerhua handed out the knife, and Ye Xingchen stared up at its blade full of countless blood, and couldn't help showing admiring eyes. He reached out and stroked the heavy knife and couldn't help shaking a little. His sharp scarlet lips squeezed together tightly and reached out to hold the handle.

"Hands!" Zaerhua roared in a low voice.

Ye Xingchen quickly grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, tried to hold it tightly, and felt the feeling that the cowhide pattern wrapped in the handle was close to the palm of his hand.

"The left hand is on the bottom, the right hand is on the top, and the right hand is close to the knife. How can you swing the knife when the two hands are held together?"

Night Stars did not dare to neglect, so they did so.

He stood there with the handle of the knife in both hands, and the tip of the knife pointed at the flower. Zha Erhua was holding the tip of the knife with both hands and lifting most of the weight of the knife. Stand firm," Zaerhua said coldly. The hand holding the tip of the knife suddenly withdrew, and Ye Xingchen felt the weight of the heavy split knife. He felt like he was carrying a big stone. As soon as his wrist was soft, the knife leaned over. He was about to exert force, but he felt a light hand, and Zha Erhua had reached out and pinched the knife back.

Zerhua shook her head and said, "Your power is too weak!" I can't control this knife! But this knife is not the heaviest knife here. Your strength is too small to practice knives.

Ye Xingchen held his twisted wrist and looked at the big hand as powerful as the root of the flower tree and easily controlled the knife in his hand. He only felt that the knife was as far away as hundreds of millions of light years away from him...

"General, general, please let me try again!" Ye Xingchen once again knelt down on one knee and saluted like a barbarian warrior.

Zerhua was stunned for a moment, narrowed her wolf-like eyes and did not say anything. Ye Xingchen also knelt down there, with her head hanging down.

After being quiet for a while, Zaerhua finally bent down and pulled him up. "I can't stand it if Mr. Xingchen doesn't give such a big gift to Zaerhua. Zaerhua used to be a slave cub of sheep, but now it is an honor for Zaerhua to work for the king. The prince is really determined to learn knives, so I can teach him. But... why do you have to learn knives?" He stared at the child's dark red blood-like eyes and asked without dodging.