Chapter 20 Select

"The reason why I want to learn knives...?" Ye Xingchen looked at him indifferently and hesitated to speak.

"Everyone should do everything with a purpose. What is your purpose of learning knives?" Zaerhua turned around and stroked the rows of murderous knives on the shelf with her hand.

"Does this make sense? I just want to learn knives, can't I?" Ye Xingchen still said briefly, but his coral-red eyes were not so transparent and his eyes became a little sharp.

"I was a slave cub. If I didn't practice knives desperately, I would be a cheap slave cub herding sheep all my life. I will never turn over. Anyone who comes over can whip me. I can't resist! What about now? I am one of the strongest warriors on the grassland. No one can look down on me anymore, and no one can trample on my dignity. This is the reason why I learned swords in those years! To change his fate, the only way for slaves to change his fate is to join the army and climb up step by step by step by military exploits..." Zha Erhua said, her green eyes were full of memories, as if every time she thought of the unbearable past when she was a child, she could not hold herself.

"So that's it..." Ye Xingchen muttered, and the expression on his face finally loosened a little and said, "Then let me tell you, the purpose of learning knives is just to prove something... or just to achieve something that has failed before!"

"Please tell me!" Zaerhua said rudely that his voice itself was hoarse. Although the seven-foot man no longer had the courage to cry, he inevitably became clear when he thought of the sad things in the past.

Ye Xingchen put his hands behind his back, shook his head gently, and his long hair on his forehead drooped, covering his dark red eyes in the shadow.

"Are you afraid that you can't help crying and being seen?" Zaerhua raised a sharp eyebrow and asked.

Night Star didn't pay attention to his words.

"A few months ago, that is, on October 26 of the first year of Mengyang Linxi, all the Mengyang night kings were killed. The imperial Yulin forbidden army poured into my palace, and all the Ye family were beheaded. At that time, my guard, Uncle Yongkui, fought against three Yulin Forbidden Army warriors alone. He killed a Yulin Forbidden Army warrior with an instant killing knife. The next one person will never be defeated against two warriors. But two more Yulin Forbidden Army warriors appeared, and Uncle Yongkui was killed..." Ye Xingchen said indifferently, but everyone could hear a strong sense of restraint from the deliberately indifferent voice, as if he was restraining some sour emotions from his throat.

"The knife of instant killing?" Zaerhua took two steps. With the steps, the wolf blade scabbard hanging around his waist hit the leg armor one by one, making a sonorous sound. Mengyang's Royal Yulin Forbidden Army is indeed a very elite army, but unfortunately, the number of people is too small, and it is only the guard warrior of the royal family, which can't be met on the battlefield! Your Uncle Yongkui can fight against three alone, which is really strong. It's just a mistake to use the instant knife. The instant knife lies in the suddenness. It can be used in the case of the opponent unprepared one-on-one, but there are three opponents, and the instant knife can only be used once, and the other two opponents will prevent him from cutting again..."

"No, Uncle Yongkui only had a tooth knife in his hand at that time. He didn't use the suddenness of the instant killing knife, but just used the power of the instant killing knife to cut in from the weakness of the armor of the imperial Yulin imperial army... that's all. If it were the knife that the general just asked me to see, even a sharper and tougher knife, Uncle Yongkui would not lose!" Ye Xingchen defended loudly that his voice had not heard it and became so rapid, like a bow string shooting an arrow, which interrupted Zha Erhua's words.

Zerhua looked down at the child with his head down and couldn't help breathing, with an unfathomable expression on her face and said, "I can see that you and Uncle Yongkui have a deep relationship..."

He bent down and stroked Ye Xingchen's head, patted his soft hair on the child's shoulder, and said, "But you have already told the key to the problem. If you change a knife for your uncle, he will not lose!" But it has passed and cannot be changed. Besides, 'if' is meaningless..."

"I know, I know..." Ye Xingchen suddenly opened Zha'erhua's hand impatiently, stepped back two steps, and looked up at Zaerhua. For a moment, his eyes hidden behind his hair were bleeding with blood and red light. Such a strong sense of fear surged in Zaerhua's heart again. He slowly squatted down, and his right hand was already carrying the scabbard of the wolf blade...

But the red light in the child's eyes only flashed for a moment and went out, leaving only the helplessness and blank pain in the coral red eyes. He put his hand to cover his face and said in a hoarse voice, "I know that Uncle Yongkui is dead... Nothing can change this fact for him!"

"And my father, my father, as General Zhentian, has always been loyal, but Emperor Lin Xi is going to kill our whole family just because of some unnecessary crimes of rebellion. But my father never wanted to betray the royal family. We have always been loyal... Finally, my father was determined to resist the emperor. At that time, he was only five steps away from the emperor. He used a sword, and his moves were also instant killing. At such a distance, his father's instant killing skills would never fail... But he still failed. When the tip of the sword was less than an inch away from the emperor's throat, a man of my race controlled his father's sword and saved the emperor. The life! It almost succeeded, just an inch away... Then his father was thrown into mid-air and his body was cut with thousands of knives. His blood fell on the emperor and the man who restrained my father's sword like rain. They looked at us with his father's blood and looked down..." The child's voice became more and more rapid, and finally turned into a beast. The roar, the heartbreaking pain seemed to tear his chest, and the whole person bent down in pain.

He staggered back two steps, knelt down as if he had lost his bones, supported his hands on the ground, and gasped. Zha Erhua noticed that two lines of clear tears rolled down from the child's silky cheeks. The child's beginning was calm, indifferent, gentle, and the unique elegance of the aristocracy were all shattered, leaving only full of anger, pain, sadness, heartbreaking... The whole person spewed out like the Resurana River in summer. The anger and grievance will drown the whole world...

"So do you want to learn knife skills so that they can fail? When they fall there, you have to grab their fallen weapon and stand up and move on! Right? The motivation to support you to learn knife skills is hatred, unwillingness, anger..." Zha Erhua did not come forward to help the night stars, just stood there and watched him kneel on the ground and sobbing in a low voice, with an admiration on her face. Very good, the motivation to support you to learn knife skills is very strong, hatred, anger, unwillingness, these are the source of a person's most powerful power... Although you are in poor health, there is a lot of room for development at this age..."

"I want to learn the knife of instant killing... just like my father and Uncle Yongkui!" The child still knelt on the ground and looked up at Zaerhua. Tears filled his dark red eyes, like a pool of blood.

"The knife of instant killing?" Zerhua was stunned and said, "The instant killing knife is actually a knife that has been eliminated for hundreds of years. It was very popular in the Jingxi Dynasty in the south hundreds of years ago. Later, our barbarians invaded the south again and again. Their instant killing knives were useless in the face of our iron horse, so they were slowly eliminated and turned into the current long weapons. , and the infantry army array... The knife of instant killing, it is not recommended for the prince to learn!"

Ye Xingchen's eyes widened, and the light in her eyes seemed to be unable to accept this reality.

"And the instant killing knife is only when you learn the essence of knife skills, you can naturally feel the silence of thousands of bases like a mountain, and suddenly become like a rolling and angry wave. Although the instant killing knife has been eliminated, it is the peak killing move, especially when it is one-on-one, which cannot be taught. Only the prince feels it by himself when he learns knife skills. So if the prince insists on learning the knife of instant killing, then practice from the most basic knife moves... As for whether he can learn the knife of instant killing, it depends on the prince's determination and perseverance!" Zaerhua said calmly. He stepped forward, knelt on one knee, helped Ye Xingchen up, looked at his god-like face, and looked at the tears on his face like cut silk. After many years of general, his heart softened.

This child seems to have infinite magic. Anyone who sees him will think of the best things and will not bear to refuse all his demands.

The child stood up and looked at Zha Erhua's bright green eyes, and the blood redness in his eyes finally faded. The general was not very fanatical. He had always been so indifferent. Except for the slight change in tone, his whole body was as cold as a knife on his waist and armor on his forehead. Being stared at by him, Ye Xingchen suddenly felt like a prey.

"I will be your teacher and the requirements will be very strict. I will not only teach you knife skills, but also your physical strength, your reaction speed, and physical flexibility. After all, you have to learn the foundation of knives, just like if you want to build a high palace in the south, you must lay a foundation. I heard that the highest palace where Emperor Mengyang lived is called the Starfall Hall. When the palace was built, the foundation was nearly 100 meters..."

"Starfall Hall?" Ye Xingchen was stunned for a moment, and then he lowered his head, and a gloomy smile appeared on the corners of his mouth: "Sooner or later, I will destroy that palace... Because my mother is trapped in it..." His voice was very low, and Zerhua did not hear anything, but Zairhua felt as uneasy and afraid as the wind from the abyss of hell. The feeling of fear.

But he can't control so much. This child is a malleable person. With the hatred and unwillingness in his heart, coupled with extraordinary willpower, he can definitely become an excellent warrior. He has vaguely realized from the king's words that the barbarians will plan with this child and Shen Fanshuang as the core in the future, so he has to make this child an epic hero... What is the god who flows from the sky to the world? If you don't work hard, you may not even be as good as mortals!

He said silently in his heart, "Big Shaman, I'm sorry..."

"Then we will choose a knife for you. The split knife just now can't be used, and there are other light knives. We will practice from light to heavy, and when you can lift light and light, we will be a teacher!" Zaerhua's face became extremely calm again.

He pulled out a bright knife from the shelf, which was not long, less than one meter, but the blood groove on the knife's body was a complicated pattern, which looked quite gorgeous. This knife was bought from merchants in the south. The reason why I like this knife at the beginning is that it uses steel folding and forging technology, which is very high. The pattern on this blood groove is actually naturally formed by the complicated folding and forging of steel, but it is more beautiful than artificially etched. Moreover, this knife is folded because of its complicated forging and folding. The toughness of the knife is very strong, and even the * opposite attack of the vigorous riding warrior will not be broken. The blade is thin but hard, and it is not easy to make a gap..." He said that the knife was put on the ground and drew a knife out of the shelf.

"This knife is called 'Dragon Ridge', which is a booty robbed from a group of horse bandits. Of course, it's also your casting technology in the south. We barbarians can't make such weapons... Even the heroic armor weapons we are proud of are made by your Mengyang... But as long as we give you enough money to the southerners, they will not hesitate to provide the best equipment for their enemies..." Hua turned her head to look at the knife, reached out and bounced on the side of the blade, and listened to the trembling sound of the knife.

"Very good condition!" This is the conclusion reached by Zaerhua. I have to admire your southern technology. The iron material of this knife ridge is very tough. The toughness of the knife ridge is tight like a bow string. Like pulling a bow, the characteristics of the hard and sharp blade will be more prominent. Every time I polish this knife, its blade will be tighter and sharper, but its life will be much shorter than ordinary knives, and it can't be repaired with iron. It's a consumable! When it cuts the enemy, the blade will be bent. Even if it cuts the armor, it will not break. As long as it enters the meat, the bones and veins can no longer stop its sharpness!"

Zarehua also put the dragon ridge on the ground and placed it side by side in front of the night stars with the gorgeous knife in the blood tank just now. He turned around and pulled out a knife from the shelf again, but this time it didn't look like a knife. Its blade is three-front, more like a sword, and it is much shorter, only half a meter long. The backlight of the knife body is dazzling, and the blood groove on the three fronts of the knife clearly brings out a few stars, like a very bright silver washing silver, a straight blade, and an extremely sharp blade, as if covered in a layer of halo

"This is a bayonet. It can't be chopped, it can only stab, so the iron is very hard. The bayonet is very simple, as long as it reacts quickly and moves sensitively. Even if you move a step slower than the enemy, you can snatch the knife into his heart before he raises the knife and cuts it down. Because it is a puncture, the power will condense on one point, and even the heavy armor will be pierced. But this knife is too short and needs to be close to exert its power, but how can a warrior be easily approached? But considering that this knife is light, I still recommend it to you. Originally, it was time for the prince to practice the bayonet when he came down..." Zaerhua also put the bayonet on the ground. He pointed to three knives and said to Ye Xingchen, "Sir, choose one!"

Ye Xingchen's eyes walked up the three knives, each of which looked so unruly, and the cold light seemed to be demonstrating against him.

"There are only three knives that are suitable for your weight. This folding knife is also a split knife, which is sharp and tough. The handle of the knife is relatively long, and it is very threatening to hold the knife with both hands and chop it out vigorously. And this dragon spine is a tooth knife. The blade is light and extremely sharp, you see. With that, Zairehua picked up the dragon ridge, pulled a piece of sheepskin for wiping knife from the wall of the tent, and threw the edge of the knife to * sheepskin.

Ye Xingchen's eyes opened wide and watched the sheepskin swaying and falling on the edge of the knife. It was very smooth and almost unimped. The sheepskin was cut in half. He couldn't help saying 'wow'.

Zha Erhua raised her eyebrows and looked at him and said, "Longji needs strength and skills to go into battle. When crossing the horse, you should be fast. You have to focus on the enemy's movements. You can't fight with your opponent. You can dodge the enemy's attack by mistake, and you can kill him with a knife behind your back!" And this three-blade knife is called Guan Dao. If you want to use this knife well, it depends on your speed and reaction. In the blink of an eye, if you don't hit the enemy's point, you may be cut off your head by him. Which of these three knives do you want?

Ye Xingchen squatted on the ground, stretched out his hand tremblingly and stroked the bright blade, and his fingers were a little stiff. Zaerhua saw his fingertips trembling, and his already pale face was even less bloody!

"Chen, if you want to learn knife skills, you need to know why you learned it! You are trying to kill people and survive on the battlefield. If you don't have good knife skills, you will be killed by others. Don't blame Zaerhua for speaking hard. If you are afraid of seeing blood and death, what kind of knife falls into your hands is scrap iron and useless. No matter how sharp the knife is, it is useless when it is close to killing. Zaerhua's voice is harsh.

Ye Xingchen listened in a stunned manner. Suddenly, someone said to him when he came to the south, 'If the power is too strong without the willpower to match it, it is useless'... How similar the meaning of these two sentences is... Maybe Mengyang always lives under the protection of others, and now he has to face it himself. All this unpredictable will raise fear in my heart...

"I understand!" The night star said softly. General, what is the best knife you use? I heard from the big shaman that you are one of the best on the grassland. I just want to ask what knife the general is best at?

Zaire's bright green eyes narrowed, her straight eyebrows frowned, and suddenly pulled out a foot of the knife at the waist of the capital. The iron-blue edge of the wolf blade knife had a sad cold air. The iron pattern on the knife body was mixed with a trace of blood red, the wolf's head-shaped knife was wild and fierce, and the emerald in the wolf's eyes seemed to stare like life. Looking at the night stars, the child couldn't help but feel a chill.

"The best thing I use is a split knife, and the wolf blade is a split knife. The knife I taught to Prince Suille and Ke is also a split knife. If Mr. Chen is determined, Zaerhua will use his life to guarantee that you have the same sword skills as the prince.

"That's good! I also learn to split knives!" Ye Xingchen said calmly. He held the knife cast by folding wrought iron technology, looked at its complicated patterns and tough blade, and his eyes couldn't help but burn.

The moment his delicate and smooth hand and knife handle fit together, it was like holding the lifeblood of the whole world.

Night Xingchen stood the knife in front of him, and the blade pointed at the edge of the flower, pointing to the sky. A thin blade divided his god-like beautiful face into two halves, and his two eyes seemed to be burning, and the red was even more enchanting. A smile appeared at the corners of his mouth and said softly, "Then general, can you start?"