Chapter 26 The Rellable Noble

In General Zaerhua's tent.

"Don't be too fierce when swinging the knife. If the enemy dodges your knife, you can't stop the knife. How can you resist the enemy's weapon?" General Zerhua's eyes stared at the child who was trying to chop, looking at the thin beads of sweat oozing from his head, and his face flushed but did not stop at all. Although it is still very ordinary, it is much better than before.

"Don't move your wrist too much when you wave the knife with your forehand, otherwise you won't have the power to kill people if you mess up the knife." Zaerhua said sternly. The reverse hand is too bad. Stop and practice the forehand knife a hundred times.

The child stopped and his body was as weak as a loose frame. Wenyun's knife is on the ground, holding the handle with both hands, and it looks like it is going to fall down at any time. He looked at the general with dark red eyes, but met the bright green wolf-like eyes. The general's eyes were full of cold determination and severity without a trace of sympathy. He really couldn't stand it. He had waved his knife thousands of times and still couldn't meet the general's requirements.

He just broke the stake the day before yesterday. At that time, he was excited to think that he could start learning real knife skills, but the general said that he only taught him one knife technique every day, and he knew that he could continue to learn the next move when he was familiar with it. But he can't use just one knife skill. Forehand knife is the simplest knife method. He practiced it for two days before he was proficient. However, after learning the reverse knife, the two knife methods are not coherent. The general repeatedly stressed that there was a process of turning his wrist between the forehand and the reverse hand, and he couldn't do it well.

"Why, can't you hold on?" Zha Erhua saw the child stop, and her eyes became more and more severe. Is this your determination to learn knives? If that's all, let's forget it as soon as possible! The knife is not easy to learn, your foundation is too poor, and you have no talent! It's not suitable for learning knives. Then stay in the tent. You are my guest of Chi Na Si. There are slaves to serve you, and there are warriors to protect you. You don't have to suffer this kind of suffering..."

"--Shut up!" The child suddenly roared loudly, his hair scattered and his eyes turned red for a moment. His delicate face became extremely indifferent and said, "My determination is more than that... Don't underestimate me!" He tried to straighten up, clenched his fist, knocked hard on his chest, and made a 'dong' sound. He knocked too hard, and his chest was numb, but the feeling of chest blockage was relieved.

Zha Erhua still stood there with a calm face, not shocked by the child's roar at all, nor angry with the child's rudeness. He was as cold as his knife and said, "Oh? Angry? Do you think I look under you? Then show your determination and let me see. Now I only see a weak Mengyang man complaining loudly and roaring meaninglessly!"

His expression, tone, and even eyes were as indifferent as the wolf blade on his armor waist, coldly forced to look at the boy, his white face turn crimson, looking at his powerless knife gasping, and looking at his fierce and vicious face. Only I didn't see the child's blood-red eyes - Zaerhua always felt that as soon as she saw the child's eyes, she would be sucked in and fall into a Shilo purgatory. This is something he has never met before.

He thought that the child would shout, be angry, depressed, and even cry. After all, the intensity of this training is too great for a 12-year-old southern child. Unexpectedly, the child's look suddenly--

Night Xingchen took a deep breath, and a noble and graceful aristocratic smile slowly appeared on his face. He pulled out a knife from the ground and bent down to Zaerhua with his fists and said, "General, please show me another forehand knife to turn a reverse hand knife. This time I will definitely see that I will not make mistakes again."

His expression became so suddenly that his face was so ferocious that he roared at Zhaerhua, and in a blink of an eye, he became so gentle and shy, as if he had changed. Zha Erhua was slightly stunned for a moment. Looking at the child bowing to him modestly and politely, his eyes became profound! It's not simple. It's really not simple. It's not easy to control your emotions at such a young age.

He took a step forward, took the cloud knife from the child's hand, raised the knife with his forehand, and said, "Watch it--"

The child raised his head and his eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to fuse his eyes into the knife in Zaerhua's hand.

'Shua's knife in her hand was thunderous, with a sound of breaking the air. The knife light became more and more bright and miserable under the firelight, like snowflakes all over the sky in the tent. Zha Erhua's movements were very fast, and she stood up in the blink of an eye, "Do you see it clearly?"

Ye Xingchen's expression became confused from Jiong Jiong's mind just now, and the blood vessels on Zaer's forehead jumped. He frowned and said, "Didn't you see it clearly again?"

"Hmm!" The child nodded and said with some frustration.

Zha Erhua took a deep breath, stabilized, stabilized. He told himself this in his heart! He is an impatient person, and this situation can only be restrained. I'm slow. You read it carefully again. The forehand turns against the hand. I'll only demonstrate for the last time!"

He raised his knife and said sternly, "Don't stare at the knife, look at my wrists and arms! The knife is dead, the hand holding the knife is alive, and the key to the change of the forehand is the change of the wrist! After the strong forehand waved the knife, if the enemy dodged, he would immediately cut back against the knife to kill the enemy. The action was very fast. If the action was wrong, his wrist would be sprained. Zer Lace said that he slowly waved the knife down. When his forehand waved the knife to the extreme, his hand with a fine iron wrist guard shook, and the knife seemed to become like a living snake with the blade facing up. Then Zha Erhua put back the knife against his hand. He said, "The movement of the wrist is the key. Waving the knife on the battlefield is strong and leaving no spare effort. If you can't master the forehand to turn the reverse knife, it is a fatal loophole for you to swing the next time after swinging the knife. A good warrior can seize this gap and kill you two or three times!"

Ye Xingchen took the knife from Zaerhua's hand and said, "I know!" He didn't say much and desperately recalled the flip of his wrist. But the more I recall my memory, the more I want to flow out like the water between my fingers. The movements of my wrists are too small. Although Zerhua demonstrated it for him in slow motion, I still didn't see it completely and couldn't find the feeling of smooth change.

"Chen, the knife skills are alive. Now you just need to master these basic knives and use them coherently. My requirements for you have been very low. Now it's just for you to practice the movements over and over again, but the knife skill is to kill people. If you cut into the air like this, you can't master the knife skill at all. After you proficient in these basic knife skills, I will arrange children in the clan to compete with you. Only when the moves, movements, routines and routines that have been learned in practice are disrupted and reorganized can gradually find out their own knife skills, which is the real learning to use knives. You just learned the beginning now. Zaerhua said.

"I understand!" Ye Xingchen said that he was slowly practicing the flipping of his wrist and trying to imitate the action just demonstrated by Zaerhua.

Zerhua saw this and sighed. This child is still too rigid to learn from knives. In the end, you can only tie yourself up. If you don't know how to beling huo after you really go to battle, you still can't do anything!

But he didn't stop the child. Anyway, as long as the child can turn his forehand into a reverse hand to learn to swallow dates first. As for the way to change, he will slowly explore it when he fights one-on-one with barbarian children in the future.

Zerhua silently stepped back two steps and left the open space in the tent to the night stars. It's already snowing, and it's so cold that it can freeze to death. It's too harsh for this child to learn knives in the ice and snow as before, so Zaerhua deliberately vacated his tent.

A black armored warrior lifted the curtain of the tent, knelt on one knee and saluted, "General, the head of the Hulutai family is asking for a meeting."

Zerhua recalled and remembered the appearance of this Hulutai. This is a large aristocrat of the Chinassi clan. It has a population and cattle and sheep second only to the Chinassi family, which is not a small power in the Chinassi family. He glanced at the night stars, and the child was trying to practice the change of forehand. He is not worried about Ye Xingchen being lazy, because the child has never been smart and lazy, which is why Zaerhua will teach him patiently.

"I will bring the owner of the Hulutai family to the guest's tent, and I'll be there right away!" He gave the order to the warrior.

"I'm afraid it's troublesome for lazy, smart and arrogant nobles." Zaerhua said silently. He was a slave and did not like these arrogant nobles who had little real ability. What's more, I was a slave of this Hulutai family when I was a child...

"Dad, will that Zhaerhua teach me the knife?" A barbarian child pouted and asked. He lay lazily on the blanket on the ground with his feet on the desk.

"Well, Zaerhua was teaching the prince to learn knives before. After all, he is the future king, and his father can't disobey the king. Now, the prince is a teacher. Naturally, it's my son's turn to learn knives!" Hulutai dotingly reached out and rubbed his son's hair and said with a smile. He is the head of the Hulutai family, second only to the Chinasi family. Although he has no military power, his power should still not be underestimated. He has four daughters in Hulutai, and this is the only son, which is naturally extremely expensive. He wants this son to become a great hero, and naturally he wants the best warrior on the grassland to teach him swordsmanship.

"Oh." The child muttered. His feet in cowhide boots swayed on the desk, and his head rested under his arm, lazily.

"Well, that Zaerhua was still a slave of our family a few years ago, but I don't know what luck I had and secretly learned a knife. He took the first place in the wolf killing meeting of the barbarian tribe behind his back. He was looked up by the king and directly promoted to a general. Now there are more than 20,000 warriors in charge of the gale tent, which is very coaxed. Hulutai's face was full of contempt, and he spat on the ground disdainfully. No matter how high he climbs now, no one can change the fact that he was a slave in our family! It's just a son of a bitch. Did he climb to the nobleman's head to poop and pee?

"Dad, I don't care, I don't care about anything. I just want to teach me the knife method. I want to learn his wolf blade. I want to learn to turn the wolf blade. When I grow up, I will ride a horse to participate in a vigorous ride and cut off the heads of those who don't accept us. The child said murderously, it is hard to imagine a teenager saying such bloody words.

"Very good, my son of the Hulutai family wants to do this! You don't have to participate in any vigorous riding. At that time, I will directly find the king and ask him to make you a commander and lead a thousand-person team, which is still awesome!" Hulutai said with a smile that he liked his son more and more.

The two laughed happily, and the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted. Zaerhua came in and saw the owner of the Hulutai family and their young master laughing uncontrollably. His bright green eyes narrowed and couldn't help but feel angry when he saw the boy's feet on the desk he usually dealt with.

But he will no longer be so impulsive. The most taboo thing about being a general for so many years is to be angry. He is a general who leads 20,000 stormy warriors, and he is responsible for such a fine work as a scout detective. A little impulse may be the death of countless warriors.

Zha Erhua sat opposite the owner of the Hulutai family with an unchanged face and asked calmly, "I don't know why the noble owner of the Hulutai family came to my tent?" His tone is by no means respectful. Although he is very polite, he is neither arrogant nor humble.

Hulutai's smiling expression was very treacherous and said, "General Zaerhua, I would like to ask you to teach my son, your former young master, to learn knife techniques. How about that? You have no reason to shirk this time, right? Last time you wanted to teach Prince Suille to learn swordsmanship, the prince has learned it, and now you should be free?"

"No, I'm already responsible for another child's knife! I have rules, and I only take one student at a time!" Zaerhua refused, leaving no room at all.

"What?" The owner of the Hulutai family was so angry that he finally recovered. He looked at Zaerhua and said with a smile, "Who did you teach?" Huh? Which tent's child? Just say it and I'll tell them! Don't worry, at least you are a general now. You have your own rules and your temper is nothing! I won't force you to have bad rules. You just need to tell me who you are teaching now, and I will come forward and tell him that you don't have to be embarrassed!"

Zha Erhua suddenly smiled, coldly and jokingly, and said, "Master of the Hulutai family, you are still so domineering! Just like a few years ago, nothing has changed!"

Hulutai's face turned red. How could he not hear the bad tone of Zhaerhua?

"Don't be so generous and hurt yourself. Do you want your son to learn knife from me? Wait for the next time, because the child who studied with me this time is not what your family can afford to provoke. Zha Erhua untied the wolf blade at her waist and put it on the desk and said coldly.

The owner of the Hulutai family narrowed his small eyes, smiled Jie Jie and said, "In the China Thought Department, who else can't afford to provoke the king's family? Did you teach the princess of the Azeslan Department this time? But you, a Chinasi, teach the Azlan swords, which is a rebellion!"

"Ha ha, I know that I am a Chi Na Si person. But what can you do if I say that this teaching knife is a southern child? Zaerhua said with a sneer, not caring about angering the reruly owner of the Hulushai family.

"Southern children?" Hulutai suddenly smiled and laughed angrily. The tent was full of his wild laughter, like a crow full of rotten meat. He covered his stomach with a smile and said breathlessly, "Zhaerhua Hulutai, no, no, now you are Zaerhua. You are now a general and are no longer a slave to our family... I thought you would be more backbone after becoming a * army than before. Haha, I didn't expect to be with the despicable southerners now! Is it worthy of the wolf blood given to you by the barbarian gods? The owner of the Hulutai family roared, and his slightly swollen eyes suddenly opened, and the color of his eyes was the same as that of a king, also amber, like an angry leopard!

The owner of the Hulutai family stood up. Although he was fat, he was extremely tall, so he did not look bloated, but became more and more burly. He bent down and looked down at the Zarhua sitting there, his nose opened like a cow, and said, "Since he is a southern child, what's the big deal? I will send someone to kill him now, and you will teach my son how to use knives in the future! Just like you were a slave of my Hulutai family at that time! Wagging its tail like a loyal dog around its owner..."

Zha Erhua raised her head indifferently and did not get angry. His thin and resolute face was like the wolf blade in his hand. He twisted his lips with a cold smile and said, "The noble owner of the Hulutai family, as I said, there are some people you can't afford to provoke. Huza Tatamu of the Kuma tribe provoked the southern child and even killed him... Do you think you, a nobleman of Chinasi, can compare with the Khan king of a tribe? But you know, the king of Tatamu Khan can only swallow this breath in the end!"

"What do you mean by that?" Hulutai grabbed the collar of Zha Erhua and raised him. His arms were so strong that he pulled Zaerhua's face down in front of him. His amber eyes and Zaerhua's bright green eyes looked at each other and roared manicly and rudely, "Do you think my son of the Hulutai family is not even comparable to a southern child? How can he, a bitch in the south, be compared with my noble Chinass aristocrat? Also, I don't care how Huza died. His Kuma tribe is just a small tribe. Hulutai alone can buy all the cattle and sheep women and slaves of their tribe. What is it?

Zarhua turned his face, and the manic roar of the owner of the Hulutai family was mixed with the strong smell of wine and meat sprayed on his face. He sneered and said, "Nobility? Is this the noble? Poor self-esteem, poor self-esteem that breaks at a touch, and still pretend to be a nobleman? He reached out and opened the hand of Hulutai and pulled his collar, making a loud 'pop' sound.

"Do you dare to do anything to me? Is the loyal dog going to bite its owner back? Hulutai's house said viciously.

"Master?" Zaire's bright green eyes are like a wolf before hunting. His voice was very light, but it was filled with a strong murderous intention for generals. "This is my tent, and this camp is the residence of the big wind tent. As the general of the big wind tent, I am the owner here. Even if I kill you now, the king will not deal with me... For the king, he has long rejected you maggots attached to China Thought..."

Hulutai was stunned and couldn't help stepping back a few steps, and a cold sweat oozed down his forehead... He is the second nobleman of the Chinasi family. He has a lot of money and cattle and sheep slaves, but as long as the king orders him, he has nothing... Because he has no military power, the iron horse in the king's hand is a sharp sword hanging above his head...