Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Chapter 228
This single weapon integrates mace, ax blade, gun head, hammer head, blade, hook sickle and other elements.

I can't wait to condense all eighteen kinds of weapons on such a stick.

Of course, the result was terrible, and even the strength of itself was difficult to guarantee. Now there are several cracks after quenching the water.

Not just the newly baked iron lump in the sink, there are also several scrapped weapons piled up on the ground not far away.

Among them are the combination of Lao and 槊; there is also a meteor hammer bolted to the big gun;

They are all indescribable and indefinable grotesque types.

They were all made by Chen Zechong after filling his Qi, like kneading plasticine.

I have to admit that there are reasons for so many strange weapons gradually disappearing in the long river of history.

Looking at the rubbish all over the place, Chen Ze deeply felt that he must have been mentally polluted by Master Li, and gradually evolved into the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment.

After a short rest, he stood up again.

The bells and whistles really don't matter!
Our big muscle fighters still have to use something simple and crude!

With a flick of his gaze, Chen Ze pulled out another piece of packaged steel from the pile of debris.

The profiteer said that there was an extra charge for the packaged materials, so Chen Ze gave it a try.

Unpacking, Chen Ze threw the three-pound steel block into a large crucible and pushed it into the furnace.

The fireside heat is easily distracting, and even Chen Ze is sweating after a day here.

But the advantage is that roast chicken is also very convenient, so you don't have to worry about lunch.

When the iron block in the pot was bright red and gradually softened, Chen Ze slightly pulled out the crucible stand, kneaded the iron block with his hands, and gradually stretched it into a long strip shape.

He intends to forge a sword.

This step makes the sword embryo into shape, which is generally divided into casting method and forging method.

That is to say, use a mud model (mold) to complete the process in one step or hit it with a sledgehammer to form it.

Chen Ze is tailor-made, so naturally there is no mold to use, so he can only forge it into shape.

It's just that the sledgehammer he used to forge is a pair of fists filled with energy.

clang!clang!clang!
Its strength is so fierce that people worry about the strength of the console.

Forging cannot be done in one step, it must be gradually deformed as the steel bar heats up.

However, Chen Ze's Yuan Qi is much easier to use than the sledgehammer, and even has its own heating function.

Soon, a straight sword embryo more than one meter long was formed on the console.

Next is planing.

Chen Ze used his Qi-filled middle finger instead of an angle grinder and other equipment to grind out the spine and blade of the sword.

The sword body is wide and slender, and it has been ground into eight sides. Both its thickness and length are astonishing.

A short sword stem was pinched out at the end, and the whole long sword had begun to take shape.

Whoa, whoa——

He boldly poured quenching oil into the oil tank, and Chen Ze put the sword embryo into it for oil quenching.

Tempering is required after quenching.

After the sword embryo is taken out, the temperature is gradually lowered to room temperature, and then a series of finishing polishing is carried out.

【Experience value +700】

【Experience value +700】.
Finally, the scarlet rosewood wood obtained from Master Li was chiseled into a hilt and pressed on, and a brand new eight-faced Han sword was completed.

The first impression of this sword is that it is long and big.

The hilt alone is nearly half a meter long, the bright silver sword is wide and thick, and the edge is shining with cold light. The whole big sword is nearly two meters long.

Obviously, this is a two-handed sword.

It is actually not appropriate to say that it is a Han sword. Except for the eight sides of the sword, it is more like a long and thick Chinese two-handed sword.

After extinguishing the stove, Chen Ze walked out of the room with the long sword he made himself, and came to the small courtyard outside.

In the open space of the yard, there are several grasses that have been propped up. Obviously this is the place where the owner of the studio usually tests the finished swords.

Whoosh!
Light and shadow flashed by, especially conspicuous in the dim sunset.

bang bang bang bang—

The grass swept diagonally and split in two, including the bamboo pole sandwiched in the middle.

Nice sword!

As expected of me typing it out!

Then Chen Ze's figure flashed like lightning among the straw mats, and what was even more puzzling was the trajectory of the long sword in his hand.

The chopped grass was suddenly beaten before it hit the ground, almost falling apart.

chopping, chopping, throwing, smashing, blocking, taking, rolling
Not only the swordsmanship, but also the adjustment of length, thickness and center of gravity allows this long sword to perform routines of other weapons.

He is worthy of being the king of a hundred soldiers, he is inclusive and can learn from others.

Of course, although powerful, Chen Ze's strength, coupled with such an ordinary soldier, seems superfluous and superfluous.

呵呵味——

Without making a scabbard, Chen Ze had no choice but to insert the long sword into the straw mat and barely stand there.

Then Chen Ze stood on the spot, his chest heaving and falling, and the sound of long breathing followed.

He is mobilizing the energy in his body.

As the scattered Yuan Qi gathered in the meridian bit by bit, before the Yuan Qi was evenly distributed, he began to force the Yuan Qi to flow backward from the meridian to the muscle tissue.

Of course, the head is not included.

At the same time he felt a sense of blockage from every corner of his body.

Infiltrating evenly distributed Yuan Qi into the muscles, bones and muscles is explosive Qi, which can greatly improve physical fitness in a short period of time.

At this time, the uneven Yuan Qi was like needle pricks or embolisms, which instead burdened Chen Ze's body.

With a wave of his hand, there was no sound of breaking wind.

Holding the long sword inserted in the straw mat again, Chen Ze pulled it out suddenly, and immediately felt the heavy weight.

Even holding it with both hands is difficult.

Affected by the embolism of Yuan Qi, although Chen Ze's force was smooth, it suffered a great loss.

This is the method he researched inspired by the imprint of Yuan Qi brought back from the seabed lake.

When the wisp of yuan qi is stored in the right hand, it can prevent the Longevity Kungfu from arousing the qi ball.

Chen Ze, on the other hand, learned by analogy, and used a small amount of unformed Yuan Qi to infiltrate into the muscle tissue unevenly, so as to consume extra strength when exerting force without affecting normal movements.

The reason for doing this is because he is too strong now compared to ordinary people.

If you don't restrict it, you won't be able to use martial arts at all. Anyone you meet will be blown up with one punch.

And it is obviously not good to quickly improve the compatibility of [Ancient Martial Arts] if it is not used and exercised.

Of course, this degree of restriction is not appropriate at present.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Ze dispersed the qi balls, and repeated the same operation until finally he found the most perfect time point.

Probably after a few seconds of awakening Yuan Qi, force it back immediately, so that the restriction effect achieved is the best.

Entering the restricted state at this time, Chen Ze raised his long sword and waved it a few times, practicing with satisfaction.

His current muscular strength is roughly equivalent to the upper level of Lian Jiazi, stronger than Lin Weilong, but not as good as Tang Liancheng's two-meter-long giant.

It is as if the whole body is equipped with an invisible weight that does not take up space and has no side effects.

At the beginning, Chen Ze was not used to it, but after practicing, the sword light became coherent again, and he quickly adapted to this state.

In the end, looking at the broken grass and bamboo scattered all over the courtyard, Chen Ze held the sword with four fingers and loosened it. The blade turned and fell down along the palm of his hand, changing to holding the sword backwards.

Then raise the blade and press the jigsaw against the skin of your arm.

Unscathed.

Only the strength is affected, and the defense itself remains unchanged.

Moreover, it is very convenient to get rid of this state, and a small amount of Yuan Qi is very easy to recover.

Until the sun completely sets, the full moon gradually appears.

Chen Zecai called the owner of the studio to come back to check and accept, then make up the balance and leave.

In the evening, after Chen Ze finished his routine alchemy practice, he went to bed early to recharge his energy.

Even in the dream, he didn't choose to follow the drama to gain experience, but fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, around five o'clock in the morning, downstairs.

buzzing buzzing-

Chen Ze started the car and drove out of the garage.

It wasn't obvious in the dark, but when the first ray of sunlight came down in the morning, the roof of the black SUV showed something strange.

A long strip-shaped object wrapped in layers of black cloth was fixed on the roof of the car with a black rope and a small bracket, and it was impossible to see it without looking carefully.

It didn't take long for the sky to fully light up.

The crowing of the rooster came from nowhere and spread across the sky to outside the Yunxiao Martial Arts Hall.

And came with Chen Ze.

After opening the back door with the key he had received in advance, Chen Ze went straight to the owner's office.

But when I got to the place, I was in vain.

You must know that Tang Liancheng's usual schedule is to get up at five o'clock for work, and Chen Ze specially picked today to come because he heard that he would return to the martial arts hall.

After all, some things are better explained in person.

As a result, when I went to the small rest room next to the office, there was no one there.

Then there was a missed call and no reply to WeChat.

Helpless, Chen Ze had no choice but to find Liu Junjie who was still sleeping soundly in the martial arts gym.

"Wake up, wake up" Chen Ze pulled open the closed curtains, and the dazzling sunlight flooded in instantly.

"X&%￥#@" Liu Junjie on the bed was still raving.

Sighing, Chen Ze violently shook his shoulders with guilt.

"Who is that!" Liu Junjie was startled and woke up suddenly.

And when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he immediately lay down again, only his lips moved slightly: "What time, what time is it?"

"Six o'clock." Chen Ze replied honestly.

"Are you sick?" Liu Junjie seemed to be about to fall asleep again.

"Wait and sleep again." Chen Ze spoke faster, "Where did Uncle Tang go, didn't he come back?"

"Uncle Tang." Liu Junjie replied while yawning, "I was called away last night, and I went to find my master and the others."

"Okay." Chen Ze made up his mind, stood up and said casually, "Aren't you afraid of thieves when you look at the store like this?"

"Curtains." Liu Junjie was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyelids.

So he helped him close the curtains again, and Chen Ze returned to Tang Liancheng's office, and stuffed the prepared resignation letter through the window.

Of course, before that, he took photos and sent them to Tang Liancheng on WeChat.

Although the salary for free prostitution is very good every month, the millions of dollars he robbed from the gang of people and smugglers last time have been gradually laundered through Wang Zhenguo's operation.

And he doesn't have any bad habits of burning money, so he can be regarded as financial freedom if he is barely.

After doing all this, Chen Ze walked towards the back door of the martial arts hall with ease, but stopped when he passed the staff fence.

After watching quietly for a while, he took out his own photo on the staff column, turned it into a pure white back, and inserted it back into the groove.

Coming out of the back door of the martial arts hall, after turning the door handle a few times to confirm that the door was closed tightly, Chen Ze started the official schedule.

Nanzhi Boxing, originated from a large boxing style in Jieyang, Guangdong Province, has concise movements, vigorous moves, good offensive and defensive skills, and is flexible and changeable.

Maybe it is not well-known compared with other well-known boxing styles, but after years of low-key development, it has gradually spread.

Especially when he took the lead in moving to Shenzhen with the first batch of martial arts gyms, it is now deeply entrenched, and almost everyone in the local martial arts circle knows the name of Nanzhi Martial Arts Hall.

But today, Nanzhi Wuguan ushered in an unexpected guest.

Boom!
clap clap clap!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

At six o'clock in the morning, before the martial arts hall officially opened, the rosewood gate handed down from the late Qing Dynasty was photographed loudly.

"Who is it!" A voice came through the crack of the door.

Chen Ze knocked on the door for a long time, and finally someone came out to answer.

crunch--

"Demolition team!" The boy who opened the door looked impatient, "What's the fuss about in the early morning?"

And Chen Ze was not polite, put one hand on the door, and the other blocked him and broke in.

"What did I ask you for?" The guy who opened the door was annoyed immediately, and he was about to grab Chen Ze's shoulder when he came up.

As a result, Chen Ze pressed his backhand on his chest, unable to catch his breath, and was pushed several steps away before he could finish his sentence.

"You!"

The boy was startled instead of angry, and before he could say anything, a greeting far louder than the knock on the door just now exploded like a drum.

"The owner is here!"

After yelling three times in a row, the whole martial arts gym gradually recovered as if being woken up.

Crowds of different costumes came out from all corners and gathered in the front hall, facing Chen Ze like the sharp edge of a spear.

"Who are you!" A dignified elder stepped forward.

"I'm here to learn about kung fu." Chen Ze looked around and thought that the place was still empty, "Let's just go here, I'm in a hurry."

"Where is your curator?"

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd erupted.

Came in early in the morning, is this going to kick the gym? !
Many young people looked like they were watching the excitement and were eager to try, but a few disciples who had been in the field for a long time looked at this familiar scene and felt faintly worried.

"The host is not here." The previous person replied, "Are you here to kick the pavilion?"

"No, I'm here to discuss." Chen Ze said sincerely, but it was a pity that it was even harsher to others.

"Kick the gym, kick the hall, what are you pretending to be a wolf with a big tail!" Immediately, the grumpy old man stood up,

"I'll try my hand at you!"

After finishing speaking, before Chen Ze could respond, the irascible old man with a rather strong figure rushed forward, making a fist with his right hand with protruding knuckles.

Phoenix Eye Fist!
Chen Ze saw clearly.

Nanzhiquan is good at close-body grappling, using both hands and feet, and is good at various hand shapes.

Faced with this powerful punch, Chen Ze twisted his waist and hips, slightly sideways to avoid it, and then shot to catch his swinging wrist.

At the same time, the other hand slapped down the raised knee of this person, and the whole person sank down, knocking him out firmly with his shoulder.

The impact didn't seem serious, but the irritable old man took a few steps back and fell to the ground with his legs upside down. He propped his elbows on the ground for a while, but he felt dizzy again and couldn't get up.

It was like strong wine that had been choked into the throat by mistake, and the stamina was getting stronger and stronger.

"Who else!" Chen Ze roared angrily.

At this time, he has entered a restricted state, and his strength is only at the level of ordinary people, so there is no need to worry about striking too hard.

"I'm coming!" Immediately more hot-blooded men came out of the crowd.

It's just a pity that according to the principle of materialism, blood alone is not enough.

The five people in a row are not Chen Ze's all-in-one enemy.

"Is it gone?"

In the open space surrounded by the crowd, there were vertical and horizontal lines, only Chen Ze who stood proudly looked around, turned and left when no one answered.

"That's right." Chen Ze stopped without turning his head, "No delisting is allowed, do you hear?"

"I said, I'm not here to kick the gym, so leave!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Ze hurriedly pushed the door out, leaving everyone staring at him.

According to legend, Zhujiaquan was founded by the descendants of the Ming Dynasty royal family, and determined to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty to form a boxing club.

Naturally, Chen Ze would not let it go.

puff.

The straight fist hit between the soft waist and abdomen, making the man in front of Chen Ze's hands and feet go limp, and he completely lost his ability to move.

Reaching out to catch the man, Chen Ze put him down and looked up at the sky.

The scorching sun is like a scorching sun, hanging high.

Then he took the time to look at the glaring crowd around him: "Is your museum owner not there?"

"The owner of the museum has gone to the western suburbs." The lead speaker suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice.

It's the western suburbs again
This is already the third martial arts gym that Chen Ze came to ask for advice, and the situation of the curator or head is exactly the same.

"Let's go." Chen Ze turned and said goodbye, "I said it, don't take it off."

Mo Family Boxing Gym.

In the past, there was Mo Guilan, a double-swordsman who was famous in Xiangdao, and then married Huang Feihong, a great master of a generation, and made a good story. It also made Mo Jiaquan flourish since then, and the limelight has never been better.

But today, many people in the Mo Family Boxing Gym feel that they have been greatly humiliated.

More than a dozen people beat one person in turn.

Didn't even touch a hair?

"Farewell!"

Until Chen Ze's figure faded away, most of the people in the museum couldn't recover.

Zhou's Martial Arts Gym, that is, the Mantis Boxing Gym that Chen Ze had visited.

With a dull bang, everything was settled.

"The surname is Chen!" The elder brother who still had the strength to spare on the floor next to him gritted his teeth, "You don't talk about martial arts, do you?"

"Taking advantage of this time to come to each house! You are still shameless!"

"Your master has also gone to the western suburbs?" Chen Ze asked in surprise.

"Bah!" Eldest brother spat on the ground, "Ask the question knowingly! It's not those crap things surnamed Li!"

"Don't think that we will be convinced by this, you won't win by force!"

"You made a mistake." Chen Ze gradually came to his senses, "I am not representing anyone to kick the club."

"I already resigned."

Apparently, what Chen Ze did this morning has spread in some small circles.

As the martial arts consultant of Yunxiao Martial Arts Academy, others took it for granted that he was labeled as an "open school".

"Hypocrisy!" The senior brother still refused to accept, "There is your Sanda martial arts gym next to you, if you have the ability, go to them to learn from it?"

"Okay!" Chen Ze agreed, "Where is it, tell me."

Hearing that the elder brother was a little stunned, he still spoke unhappily: "Just go out and turn right, do you dare to go now?"

"Wait!" Chen Ze didn't hesitate.

Thumping out of the gate of Zhou's Martial Arts Hall, Chen Ze almost collided with an old man selling sweet potatoes.

"Be careful, old man." Chen Ze stretched out his hand to support him, but found that something seemed wrong.

And the old man pushing the cart felt the gradual force of the opponent's fingers, his squinted eyes hidden under the big straw hat moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand to block Chen Ze,
"Oh, thank you!"

His voice was extremely hoarse, as if he was squeezing his throat to speak.

With a thought in his heart, Chen Ze took two steps forward to block the old man's sweet potato cart.

The old man's body tensed slightly, and he raised his head to meet his gaze.

"Old man, what were you looking at by the window just now?" Chen Ze asked, looking at him.

"Hey hey hey." The old man smiled, but the deep wrinkles on his face made him a little scary.

He didn't continue to speak, but pointed to the steaming sweet potatoes on the cart.

"Selling sweet potatoes?" Chen Ze shook his head and laughed, "Old man, why are you selling sweet potatoes in this weather? You should be selling ice cream."

"Hey, hey hey hey!" The old man seemed not good at words, and with a smirk, he grabbed the pole of the car and pushed it away from Chen Ze.

His hands are very black and have thick joints, and it looks like he is doing heavy work.

Coupled with the heavy northern accent, it looks like a farmer uncle who went south to work, if he knew it, he would have bought him two sweet potatoes.

But where have I seen these hands?

Chen Ze walked towards the Sanda boxing gym around the corner while thinking, but his pace became slower and slower until he stopped.

Looking back suddenly, the sweet potato cart was parked not far away, but the old man pulling the cart had disappeared without a trace.

When I got closer and took a closer look, the sweet potatoes in the pothole on the car had been burnt to black, and I don't know how long they had been left there.

This person, Chen Ze, looked around and hid in a shadowy corner of a certain building as quickly as possible. After confirming that the surrounding area was safe, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

【Lucid Dream】Activate!

In the dream space, the disgusting black mud flashed past as usual and then disappeared without a trace.

Chen Ze didn't have time to pay attention to it, and recalled the memory just now, and the image reappeared in front of his eyes.

After a short operation, he enlarged and cut out the features of the old man's hand.

Then flip through the memory quickly, trying to find similar scenes.

This amount of work sounds a bit huge, but fortunately, Chen Ze only upgraded his [Lucid Dream] skill a few days ago.

Now not only has the inspection speed been greatly improved, but it is also possible to search for certain similar graphic or sound features in a semi-automated form.

It's like the computer is replaced with the latest generation of CPU, and it is also equipped with some fancy exclusive mode.

So soon, Chen Ze found the suspected scene.

Last autumn, in front of Yunxiao Martial Arts Hall.

Lan Shiya, who was wearing a small JK skirt, hopped on the steps with braids, pointed at the sweet potato cart not far away and shouted: "I want to eat this!"

"I don't care, I'm going to eat this!".
And Chen Ze, who had just defeated Lin Weilong, walked down the steps with Liu Hong slowly, expressing disdain for her taste.

As the angle of view zoomed in, the old man selling sweet potatoes gradually became clearer.

I saw that he pulled off the hot sweet potato with his bare hands, put it in a paper bag and handed it over.

Freezing the screen, Chen Ze could see that his hand was exactly the same as that of the old man just now.

There is no doubt that this is the same person.

Is he really an old man who sells sweet potatoes?
Chen Ze thought that he might be overly sensitive, but why did the uncle leave the sweet potato stall and run away just now?
　Reminder~~ For the convenience of reading, this book uniformly stipulates that the blade is upwards for a positive grip, and the blade is downwards for a reversed grip.
　　
　
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