In the Blade

In the days that followed, Shan Bing and the old eunuch realized once again that what Du Chengfeng said might actually make sense.

Just like Du Chengfeng's daily life these two days, go to bed early and get up early, eat a healthy and nutritious diet. As for the rest of the time, Du Chengfeng chooses to train himself - but that kind of training is not like the usual training. The training is at least completely different from what everyone usually understands as "how many times to do an action" or "lift this heavy thing."

He's trying to do whatever he finds interesting.

"The brain, the key is the brain."

When Shan Bing asked doubtfully, Du Chengfeng, who was practicing chopping meat, put down his kitchen knife and pointed at his head.

"It's true that I'm making stewed lion's head now, but so what? It's like the way I chop meat fillings now. I have to chop all the tendons in the meat fillings to ensure the taste... What do you think I'm doing now? Wouldn’t it be easy to cut you with a knife?”

Looking at the kitchen knife that shone with cold light and had some minced meat on it, Shan Bing swallowed and did not dare to speak.

That might, just maybe, be quite convenient indeed.

Shan Bing didn't dare to think about that scene.

After all the questions were asked, Shan Bing didn't dare to disturb him anymore. Although the little giant in front of him was really easy to talk to, but just looking at the huge soup pot next to him, Shan Bing always felt that he had been cut into pieces. Go in, it seems to fit.

But it's not a bad thing, at least he has learned some of the secrets of how the strong become stronger.

After leaving the imperial kitchen that had become Hell's Kitchen, Shan Bing returned to his home. He left early today, but Shan Bing no longer felt the same sense of emptiness he had before - he no longer needed someone. Only with work at hand can he survive. Now he has some goals and directions of his own.

That is to become stronger and transform yourself from an ant into an elephant.

This way he will no longer be stepped on by some inexplicable strong man.

Of course, when it comes to becoming stronger, he actually has no direction, but this is not the first time he has encountered this kind of problem - it's just that this time is different from the last time. The little giant at least gave him a way to solve the problem. , he only needs to imitate the strong, and he can probably become stronger.

"First, give up thinking..."

Recalling the words he heard before, Shan Bing began to try his own way to become stronger.

Of course, giving up thinking does not mean giving up thinking completely. After all, the little giant also made it very clear that he wants to put 100% of his intelligence into becoming stronger - of course, this will definitely make him relatively slow in other aspects. A little, but the little giant also made it very clear that when he is strong enough, using his brain is other people's business.

And after this...

"What are you going to do with the lion's head?"

Shan Bing began to look for pots and pans that had not been used for a long time.

Soldiers generally don't have to cook for themselves. They have their own headquarters in the imperial city, and naturally they also have their own canteen. Although Shan Bing, the captain, is assigned a residence in the city, most of the time he doesn't know how to open fire by himself - - This also directly caused a layer of dust to fall on the pots and pans in his home. Rather than scrubbing them out, it would be better to buy a new set.

But he still cleaned the cooking utensils very seriously and made preparations for cooking.

There was no other reason. The little giant did the same thing. He saw all the meticulous cleaning and serious cooking preparations.

"Does this really have anything to do with getting stronger?"

Cold water washed over his hands, and the cold temperature made Shan Bing think deeply.

But immediately, he gave up thinking.

He couldn't think about it, not at all. After all, he had just confirmed that he wanted to give up thinking, so how could he think randomly now?

You just need to keep your mind open and keep doing it. After all, that is what the little giant did. The little giant himself has become stronger. If he does it again, he will naturally become stronger.

"Just like those boxing masters."

Shan Bing immediately found a suitable reason.

He had also heard of the techniques used by some civilian warriors. Although they were completely different from the straight-forward killing methods in the military, if the two armies were not facing each other, but instead, these civilians would The techniques of the warrior masters appear to be more flexible and have considerable merits - among these various techniques, some martial artists have imitated animals.

The Tiger Fist that imitates a tiger can be as powerful as a tiger, the Crane Fist that imitates a white crane can make them as graceful as a white crane, the Snake Fist that imitates a poisonous snake can also make them as vicious as a snake, and the Monkey Fist that imitates a monkey , and it even allows them to jump out flexibly like monkeys.

"I remember that there was one person ranked more than thirty, who was good at Yuan Gong's swordsmanship. That Yuan Gong meant White Ape... No, what was I thinking!"

Shan Bing, who realized that he was distracted, patted his head, and the hand he was washing the dishes directly patted the dirty water on his head.

You can't think wildly, he just emphasized it several times, but the master repeated it several times, saying that only weak people can think wildly. Does he really want to be a weakling all his life? Does he really want to be an ant all his life?

But the more he continued to do this, the more Shan Bing realized that he really couldn't do it.

The more he repeats it over and over again, telling himself not to think nonsense, the more his mind will wander. Looking at the dirty water in the basin, he will think of the famous water-proof knife in Jiankang in the past. When he saw the raw meat in the basin, he would think of those arrogant monsters. When he saw the broken pots and pans, he would think of his own life. When he saw the chopping board and kitchen knife, he was even more excited. I will inevitably think of the scene in Hell's Kitchen I just saw.

"this……"

Looking at the chopping board and kitchen knife in front of him, Shan Bing was speechless for a long time.

The preparations were finally done, and he could finally cut the meat, but the dishwashing work, which took less than a quarter of an hour, made him sweat profusely.

The clothes on his body were already wet with sweat. It was the extreme fear that emerged in his heart. Shan Bing suddenly discovered that this so-called "giving up thinking" did not seem to be as easy as he said.

No, not only is it not easy, it is even extremely difficult!

"How is that possible?"

Shan Bing was suddenly in a trance. There seemed to be some deviation in his cognition at this moment. To clear his mind was to be like a fool or a mentally retarded person in his eyes. Of course, this statement may be a little bit... No respect for that little giant, but from a practical point of view, not thinking about anything really seems very brainless.

But it was such a mindless thing, something that in his eyes a fool could do, but he, a smart man, couldn't do it.

He couldn't even empty his mind, he couldn't even give up thinking, he couldn't even concentrate on making a stewed lion's head meal.

"I……"

His brain felt dizzy, which was caused by the fatigue caused by excessive tension. His knees softened, and Shan Bing fell directly to the ground.

It was at this time that he saw the ants on the ground.

There were about a dozen ants gathered on the ground, and in front of the ants was a piece of food scraps that had fallen on the ground at some point - the ants worked hard to tear this large piece of food into small pieces. Then he raised it above his head, lined up, and walked towards the entrance of the ant nest in the corner.

Even though Shan Bing fell to the ground and almost killed these ants, they just changed directions, circled slightly, and continued towards the small hole in the ant nest in the distance.

The pace is unwavering.

"this……"

Shan Bing was speechless.

Even ants, even these tiny ants, can be distracted.

But he couldn't do it.

Is he worse than an ant?

"Dry!"

Shan Bingqiang stood up after spitting on a few ants.

"Dry!"

After washing off the dirt on his hands, Shan Bing picked up the kitchen knife again and stared at the pork on the chopping board.

How could he be inferior to an ant, how could it be possible!

"I am... an elephant."

The dull-edged kitchen knife that had not been sharpened for a long time finally cut into the pork.

"I am an elephant!"

The kitchen knives chopped down like a gust of wind, and the whole kitchen immediately became a mess.

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"ah."

Two hours later, Shan Bing took out his first portion of stewed lion head from the stewed soup pot.

The meat was not chopped finely enough, and the tendons inside were not neatly cut, which directly caused the meatballs to look a bit weird. As for the most important stock... this was an even more catastrophic mistake, because when I was in the imperial dining room before, He left too early and didn't see the process of making the soup. The soup he stewed now had no flavor at all, let alone adding flavor to the meatballs.

And when he took the first bite of the meatball, he ate sawdust.

"ah."

Shan Bing collapsed in front of the stove.

He admitted that he might, perhaps, really be inferior to the ants.

But he still managed to finish the food that looked like kitchen waste, including the meatballs mixed with sawdust. In any case, these were all things he made with his own hands, and it was also his first time trying to make a clear stew. Lion Head, then, no matter what, he has to finish these things.

"Whatever you do, you have to bear the consequences."

This can be regarded as a way for Shan Bing to motivate himself.

In general, the first attempt to become stronger ended in a perfect failure. It was a failure in all aspects and no one was a success - but at least he gained something. He at least recognized one fact, that That is, he is indeed not an elephant now, he is even worse than an ant now.

"I...hey."

The dejected Shan Bing simply went out, looking for someone to have a drink with.

However, it is a pity that Jiang Wenyuan is not here because he cannot stand the depressive atmosphere in Jiankang Imperial City when Emperor Tian is around. Jiang Wenyuan went out of the city to suppress bandits a few days ago and has not come back yet - of course, with the command of troops Given the speed of the envoys, Jiang Wenyuan must have received the news and hurried back.

But he definitely won't be able to come back now, which directly prevents him from complaining to his good brothers.

So after thinking about it, Shan Bing came to the inside of the imperial city.

Going to drink with his immediate superior as a subordinate is somewhat disrespectful. However, Shan Bing, who is confused at the moment, really needs to find an elder who is older than himself to give him guidance - fortunately, the old eunuch really treats him. That's right, I didn't care about his behavior.

What's more, the old eunuch himself wasn't doing anything serious. He was also doing something, stewing the lion's head.

"Ah this..."

Just a glance at the lion's head that the old eunuch served, Shan Bing felt even more inferior.

Unlike Shan Bing, who was born as a soldier, the old eunuch served three emperors in a row. He might not be the best in martial arts, but if it comes to serving people, there is probably no one in the world who can be more professional than him - as for cooking, this is naturally part of serving people. Although the old eunuch's skills are definitely not as good as those of the real chefs in the imperial kitchen, they are much better than the chefs in ordinary restaurants.

"I...ah."

Just smelling the tempting aroma, Shan Bing had the urge to cry.

Men don't shed tears easily, but they are not sad. The lack of ability is undoubtedly the saddest thing, especially when he thinks that he is not even as good as an ant and can't even devote himself to making a good lion's head, the pain in Shan Bing's heart becomes more and more obvious.

And the old eunuch, of course, saw Shan Bing's expression.

Tears were about to drip into the bowl, how could the old eunuch not see it, and it was precisely because of this that the old eunuch was even more confused, what on earth was wrong with Shan Bing - you know, Shan Bing, who was born as a soldier in the south, is usually a tough man, how could he suddenly look like this.

One was confused, the other was full of pain, so after a few words, Shan Bing told all his experiences today.

This made the old eunuch laugh and cry.

"Isn't it just a bad meal? Can't you just make another pot?"

"Make another pot... ah."

Shan Bing sighed again.

Challenge again, it's not that he hasn't thought about this, but no matter what, he can't do it again by scrubbing the stove - he didn't even pick up the kitchen knife, just looking at those pots and pans, looking at the chopping board that he had chopped, his heart was blocked and panicked.

"Am I really good at this? Can I really do it again?"

He knew the answer to the question of not being able to do it well.

"I'm not a cook, and I haven't learned cooking. I was born a soldier. I can only chop people. I can't do this kind of thing well anyway... I can't even concentrate, I'm not even as good as an ant, how can I do this kind of thing well?

"Why do you want to think about this kind of thing?"

The old eunuch looked at Shan Bing in confusion.

"Didn't you also say that you should not think about anything, why do you start thinking about it again?"

"I... eh?"

Shan Bing was stunned.

It seems that it is true.

Didn't the little giant say that you should not think about anything? Why did he start thinking about it again?

"This..."

At this moment, Shan Bing seemed to suddenly understand something.

What the little giant said was right, and there was nothing wrong with that sentence. Only the weak would think and think.

The strong really don't need to think.

"I have completely understood it."

Take a deep breath, Shan Bing wiped the dirt off his face.

"I'll do it again. ”

Updates sent, how come it was dark when I woke up, this doesn’t make sense, my work and rest schedule is out of whack again.

But my typing is getting smoother, which I think is a good thing.

Also: Thank you for your recommendation votes and monthly votes, thank you for your encouragement and support.

I’ll have breakfast, and everyone should go to bed early.