Chapter 297 wave cut

  Chapter 297 Wave Slash

   “The meals are brought in by the close women. We also secretly asked those women. They are very strict with their mouths. If they don’t say anything, they don’t say anything. They also warn us not to spread nonsense.”

   “Is it so rare?”

   “That’s right. People are rich and precious, and they can’t even be exposed to the sun. Unlike us, they come and go in the wind and rain.”

The other peasant woman sighed: “Actually, we’re pretty good. The things grown in our village are always sold to the Li family in the south, and the market is not worrying. In this famine year, we can still have a good meal. You see In other parts of the village, people are almost gone.”

  Aunt Liu hissed: “The lady is from the Li family, right? You see, the village chief enshrined her like an ancestor.”

   The two chatted for a few words, and suddenly felt the ticking on their heads. When they looked up, they saw dark clouds and rain coming over.

  The weather in the mountains was like a child’s face, it might change several times a day, so the two had to hastily pack their things and rush home.

   Before taking a few steps, dozens of riders came rushing on the mountain road. The leading knight reined in and approached them, looking down at them: “Auntie, how do I get to Benlei Village?”

  The companion opened her mouth to answer, but Aunt Liu teased her, and said cautiously, “Who are you?”

  The knight took out his waist card and waved it in front of the two of them: “Xiazhou Prefecture is on business, please cooperate.”

  There was a faint light on the waist card. Although Aunt Liu and Aunt Liu are illiterate, I heard that officials have a practical and shining treasure called Sheji Ling.

  The waist card that the knight took out carried an intimidating majesty.

  Aunt Liu felt guilty when she saw the thirty or so riders in full armor, so she stretched out her hand and pointed to the west: “Just walk a mile along the way.”

  The knight whistled, and more than 30 people rushed west.

   At this time, the heavy rain is coming.

   Aunt Liu and Aunt Liu hugged the raccoon bucket, shrunk their heads, and hurried home with mud and water on their feet.

  The two were surprisingly quiet, not cursing like usual.

  Those thirty riders just now, what on earth are they going to do in Benlei Village? Really just business?

   After a short while, the violent wind and rain hit people so hard that they couldn’t open their eyes.

  They had to go slower and slower.

  When the two of them finally returned to the entrance of the village, they saw the group of knights coming towards them. They seemed to have finished their errands and planned to leave Benlei Village.

  The difference from before is that there is an extra carriage in the team.

  The carriage is surrounded by knights, like an **** or an escort.

   Despite the torrential rain, the villagers gathered around to watch the excitement. The place where Aunt Liu saw the most people was the village chief’s house, and she couldn’t help but exclaimed in surprise, “I really came to see the village chief!”

  Everyone in Benlei Village knows each other, so she casually picks up a farmer watching the fun: “Brother Li, what happened to the village chief’s house?”

   “It seems that the officials came and took a few people away from the village chief’s house, saying that they were hiding wanted criminals!”

   “Important criminal? What could it be?” Aunt Liu immediately thought of the so-called noble lady.

   Another villager said on the side: “It looks like someone is dead inside! I saw blood on the ground just now!”

  Aunt Liu was startled: “Is the village chief’s family dead?”

   “I don’t seem to be from the village chief’s family…”

   But word spread, and soon became:

  Many people died in the village chief’s house.

  …

  The front lines of the two armies were also raining heavily.

  The usually noisy barracks were quiet, everyone hid in their tents, only the guards on duty stood outside the tents and on the sentry tower with their heads bowed.

  Snitches pay attention to stealing the wind but not the moon, and stealing the rain but not the snow. In fact, the same is true for the army’s raids.

  This kind of stormy weather is conducive to opponents taking advantage of the situation to cover up their attacks, so they have to guard against it.

  So Yuan Jun actually tightened his nerves and was careful.

  The water waves of the Han River began to frenzy in the afternoon, and the soldiers were careful to stay away from the shoreline, lest the river bank suddenly collapse.

  Only Young Master He, who is not immortal, saw the rising water level and the surging waves, so he raised his knife and went into the water with a long laugh.

   This action frightened everyone, and the garrison soldiers rushed to report. Zhao Pan was afraid that Director He’s beloved son would die in his camp, so he quickly sent someone to notify him.

  He Chunhua also rose up against the crime, planning to bring this scoundrel back and give him a good scolding. Fortunately, at this time, Shan Youjun came back and explained that the young master was about to make a breakthrough and needed to go down the river to practice his sword skills.

  What kind of sword technique can’t be practiced on the shore or on the flat ground, but why go to the water with strong waves?

   “Is he serious? What kind of sword technique did he practice?”

  Shan Youjun replied: “Young Master said, it couldn’t be more true, he practiced Bolang Dao.”

  He Chunhua thought for a while, then sat down slowly: “Go and stare at him. If you have anything, you are the only one to ask!”

   “Young Master is tied with a rope around his waist.” Shan Youjun smiled and said, “If he is washed away, we can drag him ashore.”

  He Chunhua had no choice but to agree.

   Zhao Pan shook his head secretly when he heard that this was the result.

  This Director He is shrewd and easy-to-use, why is he so indulgent to his son?

   Forget it, anyway, I have fulfilled my duty of reminder, so I don’t care about the future.

  Seeing the surging water, He Lingchuan took off his shirt, grabbed the Fusheng knife and entered the water.

  He is not without brains, he still found a hard rock to stand on.

  What is the name of the sword technique he practiced?

   Wave chop.

  He has practiced hard for several months in combination of reality and dream for this sword technique, and he has made great progress in the words of fast, steady, and accurate. This is because Wave Zhan itself can be combined with the Yan Hui body technique he practiced to become Hui Yan Zhan.

  How light the swallow is, how swift his knife can be.

  But the continuous, majestic and majestic spirit in the sword technique, he couldn’t learn it.

  After all, this sword technique is called “Wave Cut”, if you still want to cut without waves, the effect of practice will definitely be compromised.

  He Lingchuan also took a knife into the big lake in Panlong’s dream and tried it. The water was deep enough, but after trying it, he felt that it was not wavy enough, and it was freezing to death.

   Now that he has this god-given opportunity, how can he not cherish it?

  The force of the water flow is getting stronger and stronger. The first dozens of times he swung the knife to chop the water, not only had no effect, but was also bent, his feet slipped, and he did not know how much water he had eaten.

  The guards above are pointing, they are all fools under the joke.

   But gradually, He Lingchuan stopped staggering so much, even though the stones under his feet were washed smooth.

  The true power that was usually kept in the dantian worked efficiently, pouring water into his feet, making his hem as firm as a rock.

   After that, his swinging of the knife became slower and slower.

  Slow, you can be stable; slow, you can be coherent.

  Slower, the impact on the blade is stronger.

  While the water swirled past him, He Lingchuan began to recall the shots that Commander Xiao Maoliang took against the giant Meng Shan in the Yanqing River Valley.

   There is also Nian Songyu, who is possessed by a god, fighting Heijiao in the illusion of Panlong.

  And when he was silently reciting the mantra of wave chopping, what he had to use the environment to fully experience was the ups and downs of the water waves, continuous, invisible and powerful.

  He Lingchuan had never felt the pain of being pushed, squeezed, and torn in all directions as the yellow waves came one after another.

  This may also be the essence of Wave Slash:

  For the use of “force”.

  When he was unremitting and made the sixty-seventh cut, the waves of water rushing in front of him seemed to stagnate slightly, and the momentum on him was greatly reduced.

  However, Shan Youjun from above pointed to the west and shouted: “Boss, come up quickly, a huge wave is coming!”

   Immediately afterwards, a wave hit He Lingchuan on the forehead, and he was already submerged.

  Pfft, he took a sip, put away the knife and pulled the rope. I came here to practice the knife, not to really throw myself into the river.

   All the guards on the shore worked together to drag him up.

  He Lingchuan was drenched all over, and just shook his head when a big wave swept across the river bank, burying the rocks on which he was originally standing under the water with a bang.

  The waves were too big, everyone retreated quickly.

  The Han River was originally clear, but the big waves rushing down from the west carried countless mud, sand, earth, rocks, and branches, as brave as a yellow dragon.

  The ground beneath his feet trembled with this force. He Lingchuan leaned his knife on the ground, silently feeling Dahe’s rage, and his heart was also surging, as if resonating.

  Water is impermanent but powerful, just like the sword intent he realized.

  Rainwater flowed down his forehead to his chin. He Lingchuan pressed his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, and suddenly slashed forward obliquely.

  The small tree directly in front was still dancing wildly in the strong wind, its branches swaying wildly, but none of them fell.

  He didn’t swing the knife fast, and his shots were crooked.

  Shan Youjun and the others didn’t say anything, but the sentinel not far away couldn’t help laughing.

   Is this Young Master He the head of a silver gun candle? In a rainy day, the river splits the water, and I have to show off again when I come up, but not a single leaf is cut off, which is so funny.

  I thought standing guard by the river was dangerous and boring, but I didn’t know that I could still watch a theater today.

  He Lingchuan sheathed his knife with a bang, smiled at them, turned around and left.

   They walked five or seven feet away, and the two sentries were still talking and laughing, and then they heard a muffled “click”.

  They looked back and saw that a piece of ground on the bank that was bigger than the round table suddenly cracked, first it was a crack, then it became a ditch, and then, this piece of hard mud fell directly into the rushing river.

   This piece of ground is about ten feet behind the small tree that He Lingchuan chopped.

  The two stopped laughing and looked at each other.

   Could it be that Young Master He’s saber energy pierced through the dancing saplings and cut off the shore behind?

  It hasn’t rained for a whole winter, so one can imagine how hard the ground on the waterfront is. How much force is needed to break it.

   Besides, the hundreds of branches of the little tree dance wildly in the wind, and the saber energy can pass through it without hurting a bit?

   Is this a coincidence? definitely is.

He Lingchuan didn’t bother to care what the two of them thought. After he slashed that knife due to the situation and timing, his mind was cleared, his breath was refreshed, and his breathing became smoother, and the stagnation feeling of being soaked in water was swept away. .

   Can I have another knife?

   It’s hard to say, and he doesn’t know.

   At this coincidence, he dare not say that his cultivation and realm have improved, but at least he has broken through the sword intent and made himself more harmonious.

  The Wave Slash technique has taken a small step forward.

   Just wait for him to strengthen and consolidate as soon as possible.

  So he briskly returned to the tent all the way, while playing a little tune.

   But when he passed the large tent of the Chinese army, he seemed to hear a dispute coming from inside, including the voice of his father He Chunhua.

  He Lingchuan didn’t think much, and was about to plunge in.

  The soldiers guarding the tent refused: “Stop, don’t enter unless you pass it in!”

  He Lingchuan was too lazy to argue with him, so he yelled, “Daddy!”

   “Chuan’er?” He Chunhua’s voice came out, “Come in!”

  (end of this chapter)