Han Xiao stood up and found Jin Ling 'er holding a short knife in the distance, slowly gesturing one move at a time, while Uncle Zhong was constantly pointing at her. Han Xiao walked over and bowed to greet Uncle Zhong. Uncle Zhong glanced at him and glanced at a large chopper beside him,"Go to the mountain and chop down a ten-year-old tung tree. Don't delay the preparation of lunch.”
Han Xiao felt helpless after hearing this. He thought that his life would be a little easier in the future, but he did not expect Uncle Zhong's words to return him to his original state. He raised his head and looked at the sun that was almost in the middle of the sky. Han Xiao thought to himself that it was fortunate that most of the tung trees grew on the mountainside, so it should be very fast to return. He estimated that he would need to move the weight of the tung trees that had been distributed for ten years back three times.
Under Jin Ling 'er's sympathetic gaze, Han Xiao picked up the chopper that had been changed several times and ran up the mountain. Han Xiao could clearly feel that he was different from before as he lifted his leg and took a step forward. It was obvious that the true energy in his body had strengthened his physical fitness as he circulated it. It was no longer like before when he could only rely on his own physical strength.
Furthermore, Han Xiao faintly discovered that there seemed to be a trace of other power hidden in the meridians in his body. This power was not as aggressive as the two true qi. As it circulated, the colorless true qi and the green true qi were merging, devouring this power to continuously strengthen himself.
It turned out that when Han Xiao was soaking in the medicinal bath every day, his body absorbed the medicinal strength of countless medicinal herbs. These medicinal herbs continuously transformed and repaired Han Xiao's body. Moreover, a huge amount of medicinal herb essence was deposited in the meridians of Han Xiao's entire body. As time passed, the medicinal power in Han Xiao's body condensed into essence and slowly flowed through Han Xiao's meridians. It was only when Han Xiao found his sense of qi and sharpened his inner vision that he vaguely discovered their purity.
At that time, Han Xiao did not know how to circulate his Qi and cultivate. If this continued, his meridians and physical body would definitely not be able to withstand the continuous accumulation of this power and explode. It was precisely because of this that Han Zhitian had Han Xiao undergo high-intensity exercise every day to consume and refine the medicinal herb essence that was constantly accumulating in his body. However, while these essences were being consumed, they were also constantly transforming Han Xiao's body, making Han Xiao's meridians even tougher. This would greatly benefit Han Xiao's future cultivation.
From then on, Han Xiao would refine these medicinal effects every time he circulated his energy until he was done. This was also what Han Zhitian meant when he said that one could advance by leaps and bounds with good preparation. It was just that Han Xiao did not know about it now.
Usually, it would take half a day to cut down the tung tree, but Han Xiao cut it back within an hour. He tidied up the tung tree and piled it in the courtyard. He thought that he had finished his work, but when he went out, he saw Jin Ling 'er still squirming and gesturing. At this time, Han Xiao realized that Jin Ling' er was actually using a knife with her left hand. No wonder it looked so awkward when she danced.
Uncle Zhong saw Han Xiao walk out of the courtyard and waved him to stand in front of him. He watched Jin Ling 'er practice a set of left-handed saber techniques like a drunkard who had drunk too much. Jin Ling 'er finally finished practicing a set of saber techniques and was sweating profusely. Jin Ling' er saw Han Xiao holding back his laughter and couldn't help but say shyly,"Uncle Zhong!"
Uncle Zhong waved his hand and said," It's already very good that you're able to practice to this level on your first time. It's obvious that your father has laid a good foundation for you at home. When Xiao 'er first used his left hand to chop firewood, the firewood on the ground was chopped until it looked like it had been gnawed by wild beasts.”
Hearing Uncle Zhong's words, Han Xiao felt embarrassed. Uncle Zhong was good at everything, but he loved to expose his senior sister's shortcomings in front of others. Back then, he had exposed his senior sister's shortcomings in front of him, causing her to chase after him and pluck out a lot of her beard. She even threatened him for many days, saying that he was not allowed to tell others before she stopped.
At this time, Uncle Zhong took the chopper from Han Xiao's hand, put his right hand behind his back, and slowly raised it left and right to make a gesture like an immortal guiding the way. Then, he raised his legs and gently stepped down, jumping forward and back to practice the knife technique that Jin Ling 'er had just practiced. It was called a practice, but Uncle Zhong waved the chopper in the wind, and when he raised his hand and lowered the knife, he was brave and mighty, vigorous and powerful. The intense atmosphere was majestic like ten thousand horses galloping, or like rolling waves crashing on the shore. Han Xiao and Jin Ling 'er were amazed. In the end, Uncle Zhong finished his saber dance and stood in front of the two of them with a T-step. The chopper in his left hand was pointed at the sky. At this moment, Uncle Zhong didn't look like an old man. He was like a fierce tiger that had descended the mountain.
Uncle Zhong then threw the chopper in his hand to Han Xiao and said,"Among weapons, the sword is the most respected. The sword is a ritual artifact. It is the main thing that represents righteousness and righteousness. Therefore, the killing intent and fighting spirit were not as good as a knife.”Saying this, Uncle Zhong's expression became strange as he said in a low voice,"Of course, these are the views of the world. We can just use them as reference. Don't mention them in front of your master's wife.”
After saying that, Uncle Zhong coughed and continued,"The saber is the gallbladder of a hundred weapons. Legend has it that it was forged by the ancient Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan using the essence of metal. Its history is much longer than the sword. However, there are no geniuses born in the world. How much you can achieve depends on your own efforts.”
Han Xiao and Jin Ling 'er were stunned by Uncle Zhong's imposing manner. Hearing Uncle Zhong say this, they said in unison,"Yes, sir! I will not let Uncle Zhong down.”After saying that, they could not help but look at each other and smile.
Since Han Xiao had come up the mountain, Uncle Zhong had stipulated that he should use his left hand to do many things, so he had laid a good foundation. Therefore, Jin Ling 'er's progress in bladesmanship was not comparable to hers. However, Jin Ling' er seemed to be joking, but she had the stubbornness unique to the Southern Barbarians in her bones. Han Xiao could not help but sympathize with her as he watched her eat and live with her left hand.
Ever since Jin Ling 'er went up the mountain, Han Xiao's life had been completely disrupted. Every morning, after he finished his cultivation, he practiced the knife skills taught by Uncle Zhong, and in the afternoon, he arranged it himself. The mountain of chopped wood in the backyard of the kitchen was enough for a year, and the training of chopping wood ended there. When he had nothing to do, he would follow Uncle Zhong to pack up the herbs. Han Xiao suspected that Uncle Zhong was a doctor in the past and was actually so proficient in medicine. However, Uncle Zhong had once said that he had learned all his medical skills from his master, Han Zhitian. This made Han Xiao very confused, because he had never seen his master use medical skills before.
However, Jin Ling 'er told him a few years ago when she was still young and ignorant. Later, she heard from her mother that there was a plague in the tribe. In fact, it was not only their tribe, but the entire Shiwan Mountain was filled with fear. Those who were infected with the plague could survive for ten days and would be fine, but most people could not survive five days. Back then, she was infected with this plague. In less than two days, she was already on the verge of death.
At this time, an outsider came to report that a Central Plainsman had come to the tribe. At that time, Gaji was in a very bad mood. His tribe was located deep in the Shiwan Mountains, and those Central Plainsmen who could find this place must be either friends or enemies. With a wave of his hand, he had his warriors kill his master and the others with the attitude that he would rather kill them by mistake than let them go.
In the end, not long after, the people who went to catch Master came back with bruises all over their faces. They said that before Master could make a move, they were all taught a lesson by a white-bearded old man and chased back. Gaji was too young to be angry. He kicked the door and jumped out. He walked to the main street of the tribe and saw a group of people in the distance. From afar, he saw an old man carrying a wooden box and helping a young man. Behind him stood a woman wearing a bamboo hat and a green veil. She was holding a girl in her arms. Needless to say, this girl was Linglong. The girl was sleeping soundly in her mother's arms.
Under the guidance of the guards, Gaji knew that it was the old man who had defeated his subordinates. He walked up to the young man and saw that he was rummaging through the dead people placed in front of the door. According to the custom of the tribe, when someone died, they had to be placed in the main hall for a day before being buried. During this period, outsiders were not allowed to disturb them, so as not to disturb the dead souls of the deceased.
Because too many people in the tribe had died because of the plague, they had to park the sick and dying people in front of the door. It was extremely disrespectful for the young man to flip the dead. This alone made Gaji furious. His daughter had been critically ill for days, and the tribe had suffered heavy casualties. The anger of him and the witch doctor in the tribe who could do nothing broke out once again. He went forward and shouted without any explanation. He raised his leg and kicked Uncle Zhong.
Who knew that Uncle Zhong seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, his left hand backhanded and punched Gaji's foot, sending Gaji flying back three steps. As for Uncle Zhong, he swayed his body twice and didn't move at all. Originally, Kaji wasn't so weak. First, he saw that the old man had underestimated his opponent. Second, although he shouted, he still suspected that it was a sneak attack, so he didn't use his full strength.
Gaji didn't know that Uncle Zhong was also shocked. He was standing next to Han Zhitian and couldn't dodge, and his right hand was holding a string of golden needles waiting for Han Zhitian to use, so even though he didn't use his full strength, he still used 70% of that punch. The other party had only retreated three steps, which meant that he was a person with a deep cultivation. Moreover, Kage looked younger, unlike his zhenqi that he had practiced for half his life. He did not expect that there was such a person in a Nanman tribe.
At this moment, Han Zhitian reached out and took the needle bag. Uncle Zhong knew that he was going to block Gaji, so he stepped forward and tucked his clothes into his belt, tightening his wrists and standing in front of Gaji.
At this moment, Kage also had a competitive heart, he tightened his wrist guards and leggings, pushing his Xuan Qi to the extreme. He then looked at Uncle Zhong's T-step with his hands behind his back. His eyes were half-narrowed as he stood there motionlessly. His indescribable arrogance was so high that it made him want to kick him out.
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