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Chapter 281 Ascension
After all, Han Lang did not escape the fate of convulsions, his thighs and calves had cramps, which is really a good crime.

However, Kuaishou's medicine has not yet arrived. Although bananas have the effect of relieving cramps, they are not as fast as medicines. At least they cannot excrete lactic acid in muscle fibers.

"Head, why are you working so hard?" Aunt and Kuaishou asked Han Lang, puzzled, as they slid his legs.

"Suddenly it seems that I found the right way to exert force, and I forgot it for a while."

Han Lang smiled wryly.

In fact, he couldn't tell what was going on.

"Boss, you have an epiphany?!" The aunt stopped in surprise.

"What epiphany?"

Han Lang asked puzzledly, and continued to walk, trying to quickly relieve the muscle tension.

"Auntie, isn't your head going to be soaring..."

Young Master Gui asked in the headset.

"What are you thinking?"

The aunt hurriedly followed Han Lang, supported her and said: "That's all legends, I've read too many novels, and epiphany refers to a state, a state of concentration, where I don't think about anything except the things I'm targeting, similar to The state of forgetting things and me often leads to some difficult problems. Scientists have seen it. Once they focus, they can’t care about anything. It’s similar to the state.”

"Isn't that crazy?"

Doodle continued to make seasonings, and interjected: "Isn't a madman just focused?"

"That's right."

The aunt said seriously: "There are two kinds of lunatics in this world. One is living in a mental hospital, and the other is running on the road to success. They are very similar, that is, they speak a language that others cannot understand, and do things that others cannot understand. "

"It doesn't look like that one, it's quite methodical..."

Young Master Gui muttered uncertainly.

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

The magician hadn't seen the situation, so he couldn't help but ask.

"They're talking about the cultivation of immortals in the East."

Matthew said something uncertain.

In fact, he didn't know what the aunt and the others were talking about.

Not to mention him, magician, and Kuaishou are all the same. Different cultures make it impossible for them to understand this.

"It's still flying, it's all messed up, I just..."

Halfway through Han Lang's speech, he suddenly stopped.

He hadn't heard his grandfather say it, but he had seen the idea of ​​focusing. He didn't know if it was reliable or not, but it was very similar to his state just now.

His vigilance, even if the little girl is farther away, let alone the sound of dancing the knife and the movement of her feet, he can hear even the sound of breathing.

But she couldn't remember what the little girl was doing by her side. At first she was still practicing swords with her, but then she seemed to disappear.

Is this what focus is...

Han Lang paused, let go of the support of his aunt and Kuaishou, and said with a limp: "Keep the channel clean, aunt, let me ask you a question."

"Head, tell me."

The aunt followed behind Han Lang and said.

"Exercise, you have learned."

"I have learned, this is a must."

Mom definitely responded.

"Strength, springs from the beginning, cramp at the beginning of accumulating strength, contained but not leaked, what does it mean when it goes out and never returns?"

"Lifa Yongquan is understandable. This is normal. I also know that the five fingers grasp the ground, the ground takes root, the air mechanism sinks, and the chassis is stable so that it is easy to exert force. As for the cramping and pulling back, it is contained but not leaked..."

The aunt hesitated for a while, but said, "This is not easy to understand."

Aunt has inheritance and a master. If he doesn't understand it, it means that his master doesn't understand either, or the way of exerting force is different.

Looks like I still have to figure it out...

Han Lang pondered for a while, and began to raise his legs slowly to relieve his tense muscles.

He had practiced for more than an hour just now, and only now did he know that practicing swords without weights is no less physically demanding than long-distance running with weights.

"It's ready for dinner."

Doodle shouted during Han Lang's event.

The aunt shouted at the moment when the graffiti words fell: "Hurry up and eat, Shao Gui, and he will take over from the magician in a while."

"Okay," Gui Shao responded and picked up a small plastic bowl.

These tableware are bought and delivered from big cities, and people here don't use chopstick bowls, or this kind of bowls.

There is really sesame sauce here, and there are no chive flowers or fermented bean curd, but Tuya still made the hot pot dipping sauce that is loved in the north.

If it is an authentic Sichuan flavor, the dipping ingredients are basically oil, nothing else.The north likes to use sesame paste, coriander, fermented bean curd, leek flowers and other things to make dipping sauces, which is suitable for Han Lang and the others.

"This is the taste!"

Young Master Gui gave him a spoonful of dipping sauce in Doodle, took a deep sniff, and praised intoxicated.

Han Lang also moved to the table, did not sit down, to avoid another muscle spasm, took a bowl and smelled it, and said with a smile: "Authentic."

Kuaishou and Matthew approached the big pot, looking at the tumbling soup, wondering what it would taste like.

Apart from serving as soldiers, they were on the battlefield, so they had never eaten Chinese food, let alone hot pot.

For raw meat, the two of them have no feeling. They were soldiers, so eating raw meat is not fresh.

But when they saw Han Lang and the others rinsed it a few times and enjoyed eating it with the seasoning in the bowl, they also learned to try it.

After eating it, I found that the taste is really good. Not to mention the mutton has no smell, the meat is smooth, fat and tender, and it is extraordinarily fragrant.

The taste was slightly spicy, and the two people who ate it had a big appetite, swallowing it, and didn't even care about talking.

Aunt and the others didn't have time to talk, and they all quickly rinsed the meat, even the little girl.

"Whose knife skill is this?" Han Lang asked as he picked up a thin slice of meat.

"Doodle cut."

The aunt took a look and said: "His knife skills are really not good, the cuts are fast and thin."

"I've been practicing meat cutting for two years." Tuya said while eating, "It's not enough."

Saying that, my heart felt a little heavy.

This topic reminded him of Big Brother Sun's knife skills, and what he had been with Big Brother Sun for the past two years.

"Does this need to be practiced?" Gui Shao glanced at the meat slices, picked them up and asked, "Isn't it just better to cut more?"

"of course not."

Doodling dispelled the dullness in his heart, and said: "Changing the knife is the basic skill of a chef. To cut meat with rice paper on the back, the meat slices must be as thin as a cicada's wing, and the shredded meat can be threaded through a needle without hurting the rice paper. It is only necessary to cut to the skin of the back, this kind of cutting method pays attention to raising the energy and lowering the knife, that is, holding the energy and not letting it out."

Include but not leak...

Han Lang paused for a moment, recalling how he felt when he practiced the saber, the energy he had accumulated before chopping really felt like this, full of vigor.

"Duya, how did you practice knives back then, Guangche?" Han Lang asked with a flash of thought.

"In the beginning." Tuya said while ordering the dishes: "After half a year, I will practice with a sandbag. From one tael to two catties, I have to lift my strength to cut meat with a sandbag. After a long time, I will develop the habit of holding it in my mouth." got used to."

load...

Han Lang thinks this is a way.

He hasn't started practicing the wind-breaking cone yet, but he must master the skill and proficiency of exerting force as soon as possible. Looking at it today, he has achieved almost the correct level of exerting force, but he doesn't quite understand the key point and needs to continue to deepen. Training is the solution.

"My kitchen knife that knows how to practice knives is bigger than this one, and it weighs five or six catties." Seeing that Matthew and the two of them were clumsy in serving vegetables, Tu Ya simply poured the meat into the basin and said.

That's a good idea...

Han Lang nodded silently, and then said: "Duya came in late, look back at the records at Octopus, I think everyone should learn knife skills, we have more than a dozen knives here, this kind of knife is suitable for chopping and fighting. Stab, if you move in the city in the future, the PSS will be silent, but the static effect is too weak, it is difficult to break through even light protection, and in close combat, it is better to use a knife quickly."

"The head is right."

Matthew gestured clumsily with his chopsticks, and said, "That knife cuts out too fast. It's the first time I've seen that cold weapons are more effective than guns in close combat. It's amazing."

"In close combat, knives are indeed irreplaceable by daggers."

Aunt answered.

"Okay, I'll ask Darren to get some more training equipment. I'll practice swords tomorrow morning and tactical coordination in the afternoon." Han Lang made the decision directly.

After a hot pot meal, Han Lang ate it standing up.

Matthew, Kuaishou, and later magicians liked this way of eating very much. Not only the dipping sauce, but just the meat and vegetables are enough to make them like it.

Western food may seem complicated, but in fact it tastes just like that. Hot pot looks simple, but it is absolutely delicious and enjoyable.

In fact, there are still material restrictions here. It would be even better if there are duck intestines, duck feet and bamboo shoots.

It's a pity that there isn't even Flammulina velutipes here, it's just meat and vegetables.

But everyone still eats until they can't eat anymore.

Halfway through, the graffiti showed the knife skills again. Although the remaining two pieces of mutton were not frozen, they still felt like sliced ​​mutton, which was very thin.

Just after dinner, Lao Luo sent a message.

Here, the last point was also attacked, just an hour ago, but the opponent didn't leave, and kept fighting to the death until the tunnel was blown up and rushed into the village after shelling, and it was over with no one alive.

At this point, all dens have been pulled out, and the reshuffle will take place in these two days.

Han Lang looked at the information while jogging until he finished it, smiled and deleted the information.

These dens are gone, not because the clues are broken, for them, the clues are still there.

Gaul, there are still clues there, but Lao Luo has never mentioned it.

But can they be in a hurry? Gaul will hide even if it is a den.

However, he really admired these guys who were ordered to fight to the death without retreating. This kind of people are called dead soldiers in China. They don't care about their own life and death at all, but they will also cause huge damage to the enemy.

Doodle may have been in the hotel for two years. They are very gregarious, at least they seem to have a high EQ. Except for Matthew who usually speaks exaggeratedly, they are almost the same. No one has a weird personality, and they get along fairly well.

Kuaishou and the magician followed the aunt to learn the Morse code and the gestures of the dawn to prepare for tomorrow's training.

The others were also lying in their sleeping positions, enjoying the rare leisure.

At this time, a group of mercenaries were silently marching on the edge of the desert where Han Lang and the others had been hiding for a week.

In the leading Humvee, the guy who directed the encirclement and suppression of Han Lang last time had a gloomy expression.

He is going to evacuate here, here, and give up completely.

He really wanted to fight with these mercenaries who attacked the temple, but he didn't need orders from above to know that he was powerless against dozens of mercenary regiments.

what happened……

He stared ahead, thinking silently.

It has been two or three months since the first temple was attacked, and there has been no movement. The sudden collapse of everything shows that there is a big hand behind the manipulation, but the headquarters did not give any information.

This made him very angry but helpless, he couldn't find the target, and he had nowhere to use his strength.

　The second is before ten o'clock, I just got home

　　
　
(End of this chapter)