The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 4 Swordsmanship and Doubt

After the night passed, Xiang Yang yawned and stretched after the neighbor's big rooster clucked and clucked. He patted his numb face and got up to wash.

This night is of great significance to Xiang Yang, no less than the day when he traveled through rebirth, because it was this night that made Xiang Yang, who was originally apprehensive and fearful, no longer confused.

The appearance of the wordless book gave Xiang Yang the confidence to live in this strange world. The tasks released by the book made him full of energy in a short period of time, and he would not waste his time because he had no goals.

Opening the door latch, a gust of cool wind rushed in, causing Xiang Yang, who was still a little dizzy, to shiver instantly, tightened his filial piety clothes, looked at the gloomy and dark sky, and walked to the water in the courtyard. He fetched water from the tank to wash, splashed water on his face, and looked around.

This is a small farm yard, with many weeds growing on the black soil. The chicken coop and duck coop on the left are empty. It is obvious that no poultry has been raised for a long time, and only a few stone locks for arm strength have been placed; It is a well with a wooden barrel and thick hemp rope beside the well, which is used for fetching water in daily life.

To the east of the courtyard is the mourning hall, which used to be the place where the Xiang family received guests. It was regarded as the living room, and there were two rooms on the left and right sides, which were the residences of Xiang Daniu and Xiang Yang.

Close to Xiang Yang's room is the kitchen. Before Xiang Yang was ten years old, Xiang Daniu cooked for him. Xiang Yang, who is quite talented in cooking, made flowers.

The wooden fence hut on the right side away from Xiang Daniu's room is a hut, and the outer wall is covered with sandalwood chips, which is very effective in eliminating odor and isolating the sound.

"It's okay, it's okay, I can't be considered a poor family, at least compared to my ancestors who would sleep on the streets as soon as they crossed, I am already at the level of a well-off family."

After wiping his face with a white towel on his shoulders, and brushing his teeth with a willow branch dipped in salt water, Xiang Yang went back to the mourning hall and picked up the cold buns left by Aunt Wu last night, and gnawed on them. Although they were cold and hard, they couldn’t hold back his stomach. Hollow and empty, three big buns were killed.

After eating, Xiang Yang smacked his mouth, his eyes showed melancholy, remembering that although life was a bit dull in the past, at least he ate and drank well, and occasionally went out for a skewer, ate a KFC wing bucket, and drank a couple of sodas. Beautiful, but now what?

But when Xiang Yang put his eyes on the Yanling Saber leaning on the brick wall on the left, he didn't feel bitter anymore. Swords, like guns and cannons, are men's yearning. Rulers, swords, sweeping away injustices, acting chivalrously, which man would not want to?

But now, he has such an opportunity, not to mention that there will be countless magical skills waiting for him to practice in the future. Compared with appetite, this kind of life is what he wants.

With a stretch of his right leg and a kick with his hooked foot, the Yanling knife by the wall was thrown directly to Xiang Yang's chest, his left hand was wrapped around, and the right hand drew the knife. To the ears, it was so pleasant to the ear, three points more beautiful than fairy sounds and witty words.

The long knife in his hand is different from the standard thick-backed official knife of Anyuan County Government. The knife is three feet and five feet long, the blade is long and narrow, and the blade is flat and smooth. Even if Xiang Yang doesn't know swords or martial arts, he can tell that this is definitely a good sword.
In Xiang Yang's memory, the Yanling Saber was a farewell gift from the benefactor who promoted Xiang Daniu. Since then, Xiang Daniu has always worn it and regarded it as a treasure.

"Although the original Yanling Saber was sharp, it definitely didn't have such a texture. Uncle Li must have used precious iron essence to refine it in a furnace for many days to have this miraculous effect. This gift is too heavy."

Xiang Yang flicked the back of the knife with his index finger, and was moved. Uncle Li was just an ordinary blacksmith, and it took painstaking efforts to recast the Yanling knife to such a state. Although money is expensive, it is not worth the heavy friendship.

Seeing that it was still early in the sky, and there was still some time before others came to worship Xiang Daniu, Xiang Yang became interested, and took the Yanling knife to the small courtyard and waved it.

Ordinary people dance with knives, naturally they do it blindly, using the strength of their arms, one knife left and one right, one knife up and one knife down, and it is basically chopping and chopping, there is no other way.

But Xiang Yang's sword dance is different. His waist and abdomen are strong, his wrists are flexible, his body is tall and straight, and his lower body is also very stable. It looks like that. What's more important is Xiang Yang's sword dance. Basic knife skills such as straight poking, horizontal framing, flat cutting, etc.

This set of saber techniques was naturally passed down by Xiang Daniu, and it was also a gift from the county magistrate back then. The name is unknown, but it only includes some basics of saber practice. Cutting and stabbing are all-encompassing. For a farmer who doesn't know a single character, it is just enough. If it is more complicated, I am afraid that Xiang Daniu will not be able to practice it.

And after waving like this, Xiang Yang realized that he still underestimated this body. He was by no means a young man with no power to restrain a chicken. You don't have to start from scratch.

"Sure enough, my basic saber techniques come from my father, and my father has practiced this set of saber techniques for more than ten years, and his accomplishments are even greater than mine, and his strength is even more astonishing.

Not to mention beheading two unremarkable bandits, with the sharpness of the Yanling Saber, even ten or eight more can be killed. How could they be beheaded so easily?It must have been Hu Qiang's hand, absolutely. "

Xiang Yang was not born with supernatural power, nor did he practice internal skills. He performed basic saber techniques purely with vigor. After a few minutes, he was already panting, and there was fine sweat on his forehead. Exhale and calm down the turbulent blood, and at the same time, there is an indelible frost in his eyes.

Except for the three masters, Heifeng Village is composed of a group of ordinary mountain people. They may be stronger because of doing farm work, but they have never practiced martial arts systematically.

Xiang Daniu is different, although the saber technique that the county magistrate gave to Xiang Daniu back then was very basic and crude, but no matter how crude it is, it is still a set of martial arts. It is almost impossible to be killed when fighting bandits with great strength. Only Hu Qiang, who is born with supernatural power, can use strength to defeat cleverness.

"Hu Qiang is just a knife for killing people, but there is another person holding the knife. This person must be very familiar with my father, so he can use the knife to kill people. He even has collusion with Hu Qiang. Otherwise, just sending some bandits will not be able to kill father. .”

Putting the knife back into its sheath, Xiang Yang stood in the middle of the yard in meditation, not moving for a long time. In fact, he had doubts about the three missions issued to him by Tianshu last night. This morning, he was familiar with the strength of his body and the sword technique, which confirmed his guess Suspect.

Since Xiang Daniu loved his wife with dystocia, he devoted himself to raising Xiang Yang, and rarely had any grudges with others, and he didn't even know many people well, let alone know Xiang Daniu's strength.

"The magistrate of Anyuan County, Chief Inspector Wang, and the dozen or so policemen who worked with my father may be the murderers, and some of them have been found."

Thinking this way in his heart, Xiang Yang didn't feel embarrassed. It's much better to have a target range than to find a needle in a haystack.

(End of this chapter)