"Sir, can you use a knife?"

Deep in the bamboo forest, Gu Yuan looked at Zhong Wuchen who was chopping the bamboo and asked with his neck stretched out.

"Use a knife?" Zhong Wuchen raised his head, thought for a while, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It should be."

"should?"

Why do Gu Yuan feels that these two words are unreliable?

Zhong Wuchen smiled and said, "I haven't learned it seriously, but it's just a knife! As long as it is a weapon, it's all the same. Why do you want to be a swordsman?"

Gu Yuan scratched his head.

"I didn't have this idea before, but now I suddenly have a knife."

After saying that, he had already taken out the evil-suppressing sword from the Zangtian Jade.

Seeing the evil-suppressing sword, Zhong Wuchen also showed a look of surprise on his face.

“Huh?”

He stretched out his hand and Gu Yuan naturally handed the knife over.

After weighing it carefully, he fell from his left hand to his right hand, stretched out two fingers and gently tapped the blade. Zhong Wuchen nodded and threw the knife back to Gu Yuan.

"This knife is pretty good."

Gu Yuan naturally knew.

But he said again: "But it would be a pity to use it for you."

This is a bit heartbreaking.

But Gu Yuan was still unable to refute.

After all, even he himself thought so.

"Stand up." Zhong Wuchen said.

Gu Yuan stood up subconsciously.

"Rise your arms flat, hold the knife tightly, and lift it for half an hour first." Zhong Wuchen sat on the chair, picked up the teapot next to him, and let out a sip.

Gu Yuan understood a little.

"Let's start now?"

"Well, starting today, I will hold the knife for two hours a day. As for how you allocate your time, that is your freedom." Zhong Wuchen said.

Gu Yuan raised his arm and raised the knife in his hand.

Parallel to the ground.

At the beginning, there was no special feeling, but just ten minutes later, Gu Yuan's arms trembled slightly.

This evil-suppressing knife must weigh nearly ten kilograms.

When weighing this weight, you don’t think it’s anything, but when you wield it, you will feel very heavy. Common swords usually weigh about one kilogram. If it is a practical sword, most of them will not exceed two kilograms.

In chivalrous novels, a sword may weigh more than one hundred pounds.

Mythical novels even went straight to the thousands of pounds.

The weight of the evil-resisting sword is less than five kilograms, and it is no longer possible for ordinary people to master. Even a strong man must hold the knife in both hands and make his arms feel sore after a few waves.

Although Gu Yuan was already extraordinary and his body had been washed and modified, he kept holding the knife in his hand and his arms were sore, just like a horse stance.

After squatting for a long time, your legs will tremble, sweat, and pant. The same is true for holding a knife. The weight will not stop falling, and your arms will have to keep exerting force to make the knife parallel to the ground.

At the beginning, Gu Yuan didn't expect that this was actually a physical job!

Zhong Wuchen clapped his hands, stood up, walked to Gu Yuan, looked at the trembling knife, and laughed.

"Keep it, it's still early."

Gu Yuan gritted his teeth and nodded.

"By the way, don't use the primordial qi in your body." Zhong Wuchen reminded again.

When Gu Yuan heard this, his mentality almost broke down.

Can't even use Yuan Qi?

It's entirely up to the body!

However, Gu Yuan still has to listen to Zhong Wuchen's words.

After explaining these, Zhong Wuchen went to work on his own affairs.

Only Gu Yuan was left, still standing in the yard, holding a knife.

Not long.

My body is covered with sweat, especially in this hot summer, sweat is like a binder, keeping the clothes on my body tightly against my skin.

If he walked a few steps on the concrete floor at this time, he would probably leave wet footprints.

At this moment, someone suddenly came over.

It's Zhou Zhen.

"Oh! What is this for?" Zhou Zhen laughed.

Gu Yuan glanced at him and took a breath.

"Learn from the knife..."

"Then study hard." Zhou Zhen sat on the small bench and said, "I'm here, there is good news."

Gu Yuan didn't want to speak, so he asked with his eyes.

At this time, if you say one more word, you will breathe less.

"I have already greeted Dean Ji. Next, if the others are training in the martial arts field, you don't have to participate. Just follow Mr. Zhong to practice the knife well."

After saying that, he looked up at Gu Yuan who was sweating profusely. He smacked his lips: "I originally thought this was good news for you, but now it seems... the misfortune is the basis of good fortune, and the blessing is the basis of bad fortune."

Gu Yuan looked bitter.

Anyway, I'm being trained everywhere.

It seems that there is no difference!

After sitting for a while, Zhou Zhen got up and left.

Half an hour passed, Gu Yuan couldn't hold the knife in his hand and fell directly to the ground.

He sat on the ground with his butt, his chest undulating and gasping heavily.

Zhong Wuchen walked out of the room, looked at Gu Yuan, and smiled and said, "It's okay, I thought you would be lazy while I'm not."

Gu Yuan smiled bitterly.

Now he has reached the point where he can't even speak.

As for the matter of being lazy, Gu Yuan has never thought about it.

Since you have decided to learn swordsmanship, you must be more serious.

After all, learning knife is not for others, but for yourself.

Only when you are strong and face monsters can you have some support.

Zhong Wuchen handed over a small bamboo jar, Gu Yuan took it, and Gudong Gudong drank it cleanly.

With a slight lip, Gu Yuan stood up.

"Sir, I still have to raise my knife, right?"

"Can you still lift it up?" Zhong Wuchen asked.

Gu Yuan: “…”

What's this?

Why can't I lift it up?

But looking at his trembling arms, he couldn't say anything boldly.

It's a man.

When you are too tired, you won’t be embarrassed if you don’t lift it…

Immediately, Zhong Wuchen threw bamboo boards over.

Gu Yuan looked at him in confusion.

"Sir, is this?"

"Use your knife to carve the bamboo piece with the handwriting in a straight line."

Gu Yuan looked at his two trembling arms and couldn't believe his ears.

Carving words on bamboo sheets with a knife is a technical job.
To be continued...