Chapter 11 Born to be a Bandit
Zhao Changhe, who left the crowd, turned to a corner and soon leaned against the wall gasping for breath as if exhausted.
This Blood Demon Kung Fu is really powerful, not only the speed at that time, but also several people who tried to pull it later but couldn't pull it away. The strength is a bit outrageous. I just practiced all night and all morning...
But it is indeed a big problem. I feel a little exhausted for a while. I don’t know if it is the sequelae of overdraft of Qi and blood, or because I feel guilty at the moment.
Forced to pretend, the anger was out, but Zhang Quan didn't know if he died ... When he first arrived, he would be disabled. I don't know what kind of punishment would be suffered?
However, at that moment, the blood surged, who the **** cared so much... Maybe this is also one of the consequences of the Blood Evil Kung Fu? Or do you already have this factor?
“Do you regret it?” Professor Sun’s voice suddenly came from around the corner.
Zhao Changhe turned around and saw Sun Jianxi leaning not far away with his arms folded, looking at him with a half-smile.
Zhao Changhe respected Professor Sun and lowered his head and said: "I have no regrets. How should I be punished for admitting it? If I don't show this momentum, in the future I can only cowardly give the food to others? I have lived that kind of cowardly life." It can’t be done.”
"Ha..." Sun Jianxi interrupted: "The murderer, Zhao Changhe! I knew you had this kind of anger, needless to say. What I'm asking is, do you regret practicing the Blood Demon Kung Fu? That feeling of having your sanity affected. ”
"Uh..." Sure enough, it was the influence of the martial arts, not that he was so cruel. Zhao Changhe was relieved and replied: "I have no regrets for the time being. I don't care about anything else because of the amazing martial arts. Speaking of teaching, Zhang Complete…"
"Dead." Sun Jiaoxi said nonchalantly: "You dare to **** the meat arranged by me? Provoke first, kill later. You are stupid and weak, so you will die."
Zhao Changhe knew that Sun Jianxi was probably responsible for him, so he lowered his eyebrows and said, "Thank you for teaching me..."
“Such a cultured person’s virtue again.” Sun Jiaoxi scolded: “Are you really here to take a scholar test?”
Zhao Changhe: "?"
Isn’t it right to thank you?
"Just now you tried to make peace with Zhang Quan, was it of any use? What now? Who is not afraid of you! This is how peace comes!" Sun Jiaoxi sneered: "I was there when you killed Luo Zhenwu. I saw you Hao Lie has the guts to understand the nature of gangsters. Only by saying a few words can he not lose the prestige of our holy religion when he travels around the world! Otherwise, do you think I am favoring you because you have a tender butt?"
Hand-born gangster... Zhao Changhe was speechless.
Sure enough, there is no such thing as love and hate without reason. Everything has two sides. Captain Fang was not happy about killing Luo Zhenwu, but Sun Jiaoxi appreciated it very much.
The civilization of modern people is indeed incompatible with this kind of world, especially this kind of bandit den. I am already considered a relatively tough person, and I have "killed people in my dreams" a lot, and I have already adapted to the feeling of killing people. If I were a more normal classmate here, I really wouldn’t know how to get along.
After thinking for a while, Zhao Changhe asked: "This is still our own camp, and we have to be careful about some things... If we continue as we are today..."
Sun Jiaoxi looked at him coldly for a long time: "You are already in Jianghu."
After saying that, he turned around and left: "In an hour, come to me to learn swordsmanship. From now on, you will practice martial arts in the morning, swordsmanship in the afternoon, and you will decide what to do in the evening."
Zhao Changhe watched his back, pursed his lips and said nothing.
This is not the world I want.
…
An hour later, Zhao Changhe appeared at the martial arts arena on time.
Professor Sun gave him a funny look. This kid looked like he was overdrawn and weak just now, and he hadn't eaten. His whole body was as wilted as an eggplant beaten by frost, but now he was full of energy.
He has a small report and knows what Zhao Changhe was doing at this moment.
This guy went and beat up all Zhang Quan's friends and robbed them of their food. He ate three large bowls, which was more than his original share, and then went to take a nap with peace of mind.
A polite young man who was still trying to maintain internal harmony quickly began to transform into a gangster.
This is how people are in the world. If you throw someone into an ink vat, you will end up in total darkness.
Professor Sun couldn't help but sigh a little: "Come here, let's learn basic knife skills with everyone first."
As a result, when people saw him coming, they all trembled and subconsciously parted a lane, as if to send him to the front row. Zhao Changhe snorted, then strode forward unceremoniously and stood directly face to face with Professor Sun. Only then did everyone timidly rearrange themselves.
There seemed to be a smile in Sun's eyes, and he taught directly without commenting: "Among all the weapons, the basic movements of the sword are relatively the least. It is nothing more than chopping, slashing and lifting. It never deviates from its origin. No matter how top-notch sword skills are, it cannot escape this." The basic skills determine your upper limit in the future. How fast, accurate, and stable you can be depends on how solid your foundation is. This is not something taught to you by some top-notch method. "Just like the turning back and slashing this morning. When dealing with the enemy behind you, the sword technique is nothing more than making changes based on this slash, or emphasizing luck, changing the angle, or laying down different back momentum. This is different from each other, but there are many sword techniques. How stable and accurate it is still depends on your basic skills today. On the other hand, as long as you master the basics, no matter what sword skills you get in the future, you can quickly understand the essence and use them. "
“Many people say that we can achieve quick success in magic skills...but quick success is not here. There is no quick success in basic skills!”
Professor Sun glanced across the field and could see disappointment hidden in the eyes of most people. Who doesn’t learn magic skills just for shortcuts and quick results? The result is that we still need to lay the foundation every day, so how different is it from other sects...
Only a few people had bright eyes and seemed to have listened to his words.
Among them is Zhao Changhe.
Sun Jianxi smiled and said: "Now let's teach you the straight chop and horizontal chop again. Don't think that this is something that any kid can do with a knife... It's the same as turning around and slashing. You can do it with ease. Watch it!"
Looking at Professor Sun's deliberately slowed down movements without blinking, Zhao Changhe felt that he had never studied so hard in his life... If he had been so careful back then, maybe even Qingbei would have gone to school. .
A born gangster?
Perhaps.
The scar on his face tells him that in this world, this is more important than Qingbei.
The afternoon passed quickly, and it was already dusk. Zhao Changhe sat tiredly on the stone on the sidelines to rest, kneading his sore arms with his own hands. The Blood Evil Technique is still flowing, eliminating the pain on its own, which is extremely miraculous.
Professor Sun walked leisurely to his side: "You do have some understanding, you have already seemed to have it all afternoon... Go back and rest, you still have a piece of meat for dinner - the rules here are that those who have practiced best can have a piece of meat, Let’s see how many days of meat you can get.”
Zhao Changhe was a little surprised: "Can we keep practicing martial arts and eating meat here without having to work?"
Sun Jiaoxi smiled half-heartedly: "Teaching you martial arts and giving you meat to eat are of course for practical use. Do you think they are just for fun?"
Zhao Changhe asked tentatively: "Then..."
Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Professor Sun: "So take advantage of these days to practice hard. Otherwise, if you die during the mission, I will just have your body dragged to the dogs."
Zhao Changhe shut his mouth.
Professor Sun left leisurely: "You are a meritorious person, and you are still getting preferential treatment. The brother who is with you has gone on a mission, and I don't know if you will be the only one living in your house in the future. It would be nice to be more spacious. ”
Zhao Changhe's heart tightened.
No wonder I didn’t see Luo Qi when I went back at noon. It turned out that he was already on a mission.
Being a member of the Demonic Cult is fundamentally different from being a villager in the Luo family. You have to work hard for your life... I don’t know if you are back now?
From another perspective, Zhao Changhe also feels that the current path is ironic.
Why did he kill Luo Zhenwu? Although the intention was to protect themselves, the more important factor was of course to avenge the villagers who were massacred in Zhaocuo.
However, the group I am in now is doing the same thing, and I might have to do it myself one day.
If you thought that the Luo family's actions were vicious and not much different from the Demon Cult, now you see that there is still a slight difference... The biggest difference is that the Luo Family does not rely on this kind of thing to make a living, and the Demon Cult is one of its main businesses.
But is there a choice? The situation at that time pushed me to do this. Can I still look back now?
Zhao Changhe looked down at the rice in the bowl, his eyes dark and rippling.
Are you born a gangster...
“I hope you can still be as honest as you are today in the future, and when we meet again in the world, I can hear you call me sister.”
Zhao Changhe looked at the sky in ecstasy. The words in the sky last night had long disappeared, as if they had never existed.
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(End of this chapter)