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Chapter 75 0073 [People cannot be generalized]

Han Zhen's way of killing pigs is very rough, even called wild.

Without the help of others, he pressed the pig's head with one hand, held the knife in the other hand, and stabbed it hard into the neck.

No matter how the pig struggled, Han Zhen's hand holding the pig's head remained motionless.

As the knife was pulled out, bright red blood gushed out immediately.

The fat cook, holding a wooden basin, hurried forward to catch the pig's blood.

Pig blood can't be wasted, just add some water and salt and stir it, and it will be a delicious dish after it solidifies.

It can even knead noodles and spread them on stone slabs to bake pig blood cakes.

Han Zhen had eaten it once in his previous life, and it was very delicious.

Xiaochong watched with relish, and suddenly asked: "Why don't you see brother Sangou?"

"Your Sangou brother is busy with major events in life, don't bother him."

Han Zhen joked with a smile, picked up the bled fat pig, and threw it into a large wooden basin filled with boiling water.

After washing his hands and shaking off the drops of water, Han Zhen got up and said, "Fatty, I'll leave the rest to you."

"Don't worry, Master," the fat cook assured, patting his chest.

……

Outside the lobby, Zhang He is leading a few soldiers to practice swinging knives.

Nie Dong had nothing to do, sitting under the eaves to watch the excitement.

After looking at it for a while, he couldn't help but said: "If you practice the saber like this, it will be useless if you practice it for another ten years."

Hearing this, Zhang He stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

After patting his buttocks and standing up, Nie Dong stepped to his side and ordered, "Slash again."

Zhang He immediately swung his knife.

"You made at least four mistakes with this knife."

Nie Dong stretched out four fingers, and then pointed out one by one: "First, the horse's gait is wrong. When using a long knife such as Pu Dao or Feng Zui Dao, it is best to use a bow step, with one leg behind, firmly on the ground to stabilize your body, and one foot in front of you in a bowed position."

"Secondly, the power is wrong. If you chop like you, I'm afraid your arms will become sore and weak after a few strokes. You have to learn to use your legs to exert force."

"leg?"

Zhang He was taken aback, frowned and said: "Chopping is holding the knife with both hands, how can you use your legs to exert force?"

"You wait and watch."

Nie Dong took the simple knife from Zhang He's hand, and swung it out in a stance.

I saw that when he was swinging the knife, Xudeng's front foot suddenly stamped on the ground.

"Exert force with legs, transmit force with waist, and then cooperate with swinging arms to mobilize the muscles and bones of the whole body. Not only is it more powerful, but it can also save the strength of both arms."

Nie Dong swung his knife again, and explained step by step.

"I'll try."

Zhang He took the simple knife, imitated his method, and tried to cut it into a knife.

As a beginner, his movements were a bit jerky, far from Nie Dongfangcai's smooth and fierce chopping.

But Zhang He said with surprise on his face: "It's really different!"

Nie Dong said the other two points, and then exhorted: "You may not get used to it at first, but it will be better if you practice more. It is a process of practice that makes perfect."

Zhang He and the others nodded and started practicing again, while Nie Dong made corrections from time to time.

Han Zhen witnessed the whole process with a smile in his eyes.

Aside from other things, just these pointers are worthy of Nie Dong's treatment.

"Nie Dong."

"What's the matter, Mr. Xiaolang?"

Nie Dong stepped forward and cupped his hands.

Han Zhen asked, "Do you know how to use a lance?"

Hearing this, Nie Dong's eyes lit up immediately, but he said modestly, "I know a thing or two."

Ma Leng was the most popular in the Tang Dynasty. At that time, there were many masters who used lances. Not to mention those fierce generals in the early Tang Dynasty, even Li Shimin could hold lances and charge into battle.

It's a pity that now, Ma Chan has completely declined, and few people know how to use it.

The high production cost is on the one hand, and on the other hand, due to the development of war, heavy armor has been fully popularized.

For example, the infantry armor of the Song Army, the wart armor of Xixia, and the black lacquer armor of the Liao Kingdom.

Faced with this type of heavy armor, Ma Chan's armor-piercing ability is limited and cannot cause effective damage. It is far inferior to heavy axes and armor-piercing awls.

As time goes by, no one is willing to use it.

"Can you teach me?"

Han Zhen has nothing to be ashamed of, if he can, he can, if he can't, he won't.

"Xiao Lang-jun, wait a moment, I will come to a certain house as soon as I go."

After Nie Dong finished speaking, he ran away in a hurry.

After a while, he came back carrying a four-meter-long bamboo pole as thick as an arm.

"A horse is different from a gun. Because of its length, it is more difficult to control."

As Nie Dong said, he held the end of the bamboo pole with both hands, and shook a very beautiful gun flower.

When the bamboo pole shakes, there is a whining sound of breaking wind. It looks light, but if it hits someone, it will definitely hurt the meridian and break the bone.

"The most important thing in using a horse is the strength of the wrist. Since you are riding on the back of a horse in battle, there are not many places where you can use your strength."

While speaking, Nie Dong withdrew one hand and held the end of the bamboo pole with one hand, then straightened his arm, and firmly placed the bamboo pole in the air.

The bamboo pole and the arm formed a straight line, without any trembling.

This scene seems simple, but it is actually a test of wrist and arm strength.

Han Zhen's voice sounded: "Is that so?"

Hearing this, Nie Dong turned his head to look, and saw Han Zhen holding the iron spear with one hand raised with a relaxed expression.

"..."

All of a sudden, Nie Dong felt his spirits fade.

He practiced hard for several years before he mastered the skill, but in the end, he did it easily, and he used a [-]-[-] catty iron spear...

Snapped!
Throwing away the bamboo pole casually, Nie Dong sighed: "Forget it, a certain family can't teach Xiao Langjun."

Seeing this, Han Zhen comforted: "Don't be so, people can't be generalized. When I was extremely hungry, I beat to death a five-hundred-jin wild pig with my bare hands."

"It's not a refusal by a certain family, but with Mr. Xiaolang's physique, there is no need for such skills. On the battlefield, skills are just a means to assist us in killing the enemy. Mr. Xiaolang has tremendous strength when he raises his hand. If you focus on armor and ride a BMW, there will be no generals under your command."

Nie Dong smiled wryly, and then suggested: "When Big Brother Wei recovers from his injury, Mr. Xiao Lang can go to Big Brother Wei to learn Taoism."

"Taoism?"

Han Zhen frowned.

Knowing that he would be wrong, Nie Dong explained: "It's not the illusory way of golden elixir, but a method of body forging. If you learn it, you can mobilize the strength of your whole body with just a lift of your hands and feet. With Mr. Xiaolang's physique, I'm afraid it will be no problem to lift a tripod with one arm."

After listening to his explanation, Han Zhen immediately realized that it is a kind of force exertion technique, which can mobilize the strength of the whole body to the maximum extent.

Han Zhen became interested and asked, "Didn't you learn?"

Nie Dong shook his head: "A certain family is impatient. After practicing for a while, they don't want to practice anymore."

……

……

Three days passed by in a hurry.

After all, Wang Wusan and the others survived, the wound was not inflamed, red and swollen, and slowly began to scab.

During this period, Han Zhen specially asked Xiao Chong to go to the county town, and Dr. Xun prescribed a lot of golden sore medicine.

Ever since he learned of Wei Dao's Taoism, Han Zhen paid special attention to observing it.

It was found that the injury was also serious, and Wei Da seemed to recover faster. By the fourth day, he could walk around easily, but Wang Wu and the others could only lie on the bed.

This is amazing!

Good guy, how many good things have these Taoist priests made in history for the sake of cultivating immortals?

(End of this chapter)