C132 Fan Senghu's Knife and Discussion on Internal Strength

Fan Cunhu's blade was very black, very pure black, as though there was not the slightest bit of impurities in it. Even when the intense light shined on the blade, it did not reflect anything.

Fan Cunhu's blade was extremely fast, and his hands moved so quickly that his blade fell without even a trace of a shadow, as though he was watching a movie in which a video card was displayed. Suddenly, his actions changed from one to the next, causing people to unconsciously ponder whether or not he had done anything else during this period of time.

Fan Cunhu's blade is very sharp, I looked at the blade that is flickering with killing intent, it can easily slice apart the six copper coins stacked together into a concoction, making me think that the one on his back is the Yang Zhi's family heirloom blade.

For this reason, I have specially verified with him that he can blow away one's hair, gently place a white piece of paper on the tip of the blade and let go. The white paper can slip from the tip of the blade to the handle of the blade without the slightest pause.

"Seventh Elder's family has always forged all kinds of weapons, and the weapons used in the village are basically all from his family. This blade is the best one in Seventh Elder's house, he told me to bring it when I came out this time. "

Fan Cunhu gave me another 'shocking' piece of information. I really don't know what kind of monsters there are in Fan Jia Village, as if there are elites everywhere.

Fan Cunhu was the same as Fan Cunlong; he woke up very early every day, and after washing up, he would first run wildly around the Purple Tong Courtyard for two whole hours, before starting to practice his saber skills in the front courtyard, as if he had an inexhaustible energy.

Fan Cunhu's blade training routine seemed to be very simple, as if it was always a practice of slashing and sweeping. Only when the slashes are done would the movements be a little complicated, such as a blade technique or flower, but just a glance at it was enough to overturn the proverbial "light sword movement heavy".

So even a blade could be this nimble. Although the tip of his blade wasn't like a venomous snake that was waiting for an opportunity to attack, it was just like an incomparably powerful wild python.

I also wake up at the same time as Fan Cunhu every day, and the lesson that I must learn is that set of Longevity Fist. I somewhat yearn for the concept that the old man from the Green Pine Monastery would release when he uses this set of fist techniques, but it is very obvious that I am still far from the realm that the old man's level of cultivation is at.

I was pleasantly surprised to discover that, for some reason, after I had completed nine moves of the Longevity Fist s countless of times, I was finally able to start my second time continuously.

However, on the second try, it was very sluggish, as if they would always miss the routine and had to pause for a while before continuing.

Logically speaking, I should have already become very familiar with this set of Longevity Fist, but reality is just strange, many things cannot be judged using common sense.

Being able to activate the Longevity Fist a second time, although it still hasn't become completely unobstructed like the first time, there are still some benefits. For example, the air current in my body that is as thin as a swimming thread seems to have become thicker.

If the previous stream of air was like a cow's hair, then the current stream of air that was jumping around in my body was like a half cow's hair. If I were to use my eyes to look, I might not be able to find anything out of the ordinary.

"Could this be the legendary inner strength?" I was secretly pleased with myself, so I shared these happy things with Fan Cunhu, hoping that he would be happy together with me.

But when Fan Cunhu heard it, he shook his head and said, "Zheng, I have never even heard of the thing you are talking about, but it is definitely not inner strength."

I looked at him and asked, "How do you know this isn't inner strength?" The martial arts novels I read all described the inner strength produced in one's body in this way, what kind of energy would circulate a great circle in one's meridians and bones? Although I don't know anything about meridians and bones, but there should be Qi flow.

Fan Cunhu scratched his bald round head again and said: "Inner strength should be like this."

As he said that, he took a round piece of wood and threw it in front of him. He held the Pu Dao and hacked downwards, but the entire blade of the sword did not touch the round wood at all.

I raised my head to look at him in astonishment. Pointing at the perfectly intact round log, I asked, "This is inner strength!?" Damn it, what's wrong with this child? Are you kidding me!?

Fan Cunhu chuckled, he wiped the perspiration off his forehead and lightly kicked the log.

I was stunned on the spot!

What did I see!?

This was simply unbelievable!

Under the gentle force of the kick, the log suddenly turned into two pieces, breaking from the middle. The broken parts were neat and without any edges.

I squatted down to look at the two cuts. They were both fresh colored in color, proving that the round log had indeed just been split open, so it was impossible for Fan Cunhu to trick him into doing something.

"Cun Hu? "You have inner strength?" I asked in disbelief.

Fan Cunhu nodded his head, and said: "There are a few, but they are not very deep, and only by practicing Internal Martial Arts can you train to produce stronger inner strength."

"What a monster!" I really picked up a treasure again, but when I remembered that the air in my body was still as thin as a strand of silk, I continued to say, unconvinced, "Even if you know inner strength, how are you able to tell that what I've cultivated isn't inner strength? I heard that inner strength is divided into inner strength stored inside the body and outer strength is released, right? Your inner strength can be released, but mine might not be enough for now. "

As I spoke, I seemed to have found a theoretical basis for myself. I also nodded my head as though I was cheering myself on. It must be so, it must be so, Cun Hu right? "

"Ugh …" Zheng... "That really isn't inner strength." As he spoke, he placed the Pu Dao in his right hand in his left, and then reached out and pointed at an inch below my navel. He asked: "Zheng, do you feel anything here?"

"What do you feel?" I asked, baffled.

Fan Cunhu asked: "Is it cold?"

I replied, "It's not cold."

Fan Cunhu asked: "Is it hot?"

I shook my head. "It's not hot."

Fan Cunhu nodded his head, then asked: "Does that feel like it has risen?" As he spoke, he used a bit of strength in his hand.

I continued to shake my head and said, "It won't increase." What's going on? "

Fan Cunhu also shook his head. He moved his finger an inch above my navel and asked, "Is it cold?"

"Not too hot." I answered all at once. He nodded and continued to push. He glanced at me and I replied, "No."

"Ugh …" I'm not asking if it's going to go up or not. " Fan Cunhu laughed somewhat embarrassedly, then asked: "Does it hurt?"

I replied, "It doesn't hurt."

"What about here?" Fan Cunhu pointed between my eyebrows. Do you feel anything here? "

I carefully felt it before replying, "Yes."

"Ah!?" Fan Cunhu opened his mouth wide in shock and disbelief. He immediately asked nervously, "What do you feel?"

I snappily replied, "I feel so stifled!"

"That... Forget it. Even a normal person would feel suffocated when they were touched between their eyebrows. " Fan Cunlong chuckled. That Zheng, you really haven't cultivated any inner strength yet. "

At this moment, I wanted to find a brick to smash myself to death, if I could find and kill myself.

Fan Cunhu, this upright child, said to me with a serious face: "An inch below the navel is the dantian, and an inch above the navel is the Qi Sea. Normally, if the inner strength is produced, it will always be stored in one of these three locations and can only be mobilized when used. "

"If I store my inner strength in one of these three locations, if I carefully feel it, I will definitely feel something else …" That... "If there is no inner strength, then it means there is no inner strength."

"Dead child! Too direct, really too direct, didn't he know how to be reserved? Aren't you afraid that your Zheng has some kind of heart disease? I kept muttering to myself, and then I had the urge to smash my head in.

Of course, I wouldn't take this impulse seriously.

So... His heart was as clear as ice, and the sky was calm. Therefore, I patted Fan Cunhu's shoulder and said, "Cun Hu, I'll bring you to eat steak later in the day. This is a western type of dish and it's a little different from our Chinese cuisine."

I decided to reward this honest young man. The Western Restaurant where I said I was going to eat steak was only opened a few days ago. It is a new thing in the Chang'an City, at least I heard that many famous people often visit it, it seems to be very tasty and noble.

"The ribs of a cow?

Fan Cunhu earnestly reminded me.

"Isn't it? However, I heard people say that it was eaten, so I guess it's not something like the beef bone soup, or else it wouldn't be called Western food. And I heard that you can't use chopsticks to eat that. "

"Ah?" Can't use chopsticks? Then wouldn't it still be soup if he used a spoon? Anyway, it's not that tasty. "

"I know the beef bone soup is not good, but I didn't say it was with a spoon. Let me think, don't worry... Yes, with a knife and fork, cut one piece and eat one piece. "

"You still need to use a blade? Could they be alive? "

"We'll see after we go there. We'll forget about eating raw ones, only barbaric and uncivilized people will eat raw meat. That's too disgusting …"

Fan Cunhu and I had completely forgotten about what happened just now and started to wholeheartedly discuss about the steak that we had never met. At that moment, the phone in the room rang.

I went back to my room and answered the phone. It was Wu Huai.

He said that he was in the midst of discussing the purchase offer with the boss of an antique shop in Changan, but he insisted on seeing me. He even made an appointment with a place and said that if he didn't see me, he wouldn't talk about it.

"When?"

"It's noon today, 12 o'clock. "Boss, that person looks very arrogant." Wu Huai nodded.

I couldn't help but snort. "Alright! Look at the time! Come and pick me up!"