Eternal Sword

Chapter 46 Wood-Chopping Knife Technique

I slept late last night and practiced meditation, so I felt very tired.

The sun was already high in the sky when Chen Tang slowly woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a round, chubby face looking at him, with a gleam of love in the small, mung bean-sized eyes.

"Fuck..."

Chen Tang was startled, pushed the fat old man's round face away, turned over and sat up, looking at him in surprise and suspicion.

What did the look in this old man’s eyes just now mean?
Don't have any special hobbies.

Although I want to learn some skills from him, I also have my bottom line and ethics!

"Old man, what are you doing so early in the morning?"

Chen Tang became familiar with him and began to speak more casually.

The fat old man asked, "What are your plans for today?"

"Go out for a walk, and come back to practice."

Chen Tang got up, rolled up his quilt, ate a quick breakfast, and went out.

After walking around the streets and listening to the discussions of neighbors, I realized that what happened last night had spread.

But the Blackwater Gang did not allow the government to intervene and seemed to want to solve the problem themselves.

He and Meng Liangyu had already expected the reaction of the Blackwater Gang.

The two discussed a lot of things last night, including the future plans and directions, which were roughly finalized.

What happened last night may not lead to a complete rift between the two gangs. After all, there is still room for explanation and maneuver.

When the time comes, we will have to strike hard and leave them with no way to retreat!

Chen Tang walked around and came to the blacksmith shop. Seeing that Old Sun was not busy, he said, "Uncle Sun, how is your business lately?"

"Chen Tang."

Old Sun stood up and said with a smile: "Business is okay, still the same as before, barely making ends meet."

As if thinking of something, Old Sun came over and whispered, "Chen Tang, have you heard that Cui Yong, the man who put your father in jail, died a month ago, and Master Chai from the Wolf Gang was also killed!"

"Yeah, I heard about it."

Chen Tang nodded.

Old Sun said: "I don't know which hero did this, but these two deserved to die."

"Alas, I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief after Master Chai died, but it turned out that this area was occupied by the Black Water Gang, and the rent was not reduced at all."

Old Sun usually didn't have much to talk to, but he grabbed Chen Tang and started talking endlessly.

Chen Tang didn't have the heart to interrupt and just listened quietly.

Old Sun's child was taken away to perform labor service a few years ago and died outside. His wife was so sad that she died a few years ago.

He was the only one left, barely surviving on this blacksmith shop. He was bullied and exploited by gangsters and government officials on a daily basis and had no choice but to endure it.

What else can he do except endure and accept his fate?

If Chen Daan were still alive, the two of them would probably chat like this, comfort each other and relieve their boredom.

After a while, Old Sun finally responded. He smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "I like to nag when I get old. Don't be offended. Chen Tang, are you here to buy something?"

Chen Tang smiled and nodded, saying, "Buy some lead blocks."

"What do you want to buy lead for?"

Old Sun asked curiously.

Chen Tang said: "Nothing, just practicing to regain some strength when I have nothing to do."

"How many kilograms do you want to buy?" asked Old Sun.

"About 200 kilograms."

Chen Tang thought about it and said.

Two hundred pounds?
Old Sun was startled and said quickly: "Chen Tang, you are seriously injured. You need to recover gradually. Don't try to show off."

Chen Tang smiled and didn't explain.

Seeing Chen Tang's insistence, Old Sun went to the store to pick up some lead blocks, put them in a sack, tried to lift them, and shook his head, saying, "I can't lift these at my age. You try. If you can't, I'll take out some."

"Good work."

Chen Tang took out a silver ingot and placed it in the store. Then he picked up the burlap bag full of lead blocks and turned away in the shocked gaze of Old Sun.

The weight of 200 kilograms was not too heavy for him. After returning home, Chen Tang took out the needle and thread and prepared to sew the lead block into his clothes so that he could wear it at any time.

But he really knows nothing about needlework.

It was Zhiwei who saw this scene and took the initiative to take on the job.

When Chen Tang had time, he went to the yard and practiced Fu Hu Quan again.

When the fat old man saw this scene, he said to himself, the opportunity has come!

"Tsk!"

The fat old man looked at it for a while, shook his head continuously, and made a strange noise from his mouth.

Chen Tang ignored it.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

After a while, the fat old man pouted again and made a noise.

Chen Tang did a few sets of punches, and then stopped after he started sweating a little. He asked, "Old man, what are you always complaining about? What's wrong with my training?"

This kid finally asked me, I’m almost dying of suffocation!

"If I'm not mistaken, you have already cultivated to the ninth level."

The fat old man said, "But you still practice this set of Subduing Tiger Fist. You can't reach the eighth level of bone-changing. You have to practice the corresponding bone-changing technique to make further progress."

Chen Tang said: "I have not yet reached the ninth level of the rebirth realm, and I have no intention of practicing the bone-changing technique."

"What nonsense!"

The fat old man frowned and said, "You are now strong enough to shoot a four-stone bow, and you have even cultivated copper skin. Who said that you haven't cultivated to the level of rebirth? Isn't this misleading young people?"

Chen Tang said: "As far as I know, there is an extreme realm above the ninth level, and at that time, the bronze skin will shed and return to its original state."

The fat old man's expression changed slightly.

Of course he had heard of the extreme realm.

But throughout history, there are very few people who can cultivate to the ultimate level.

And Chen Tang shouldn't know about it.

He had long guessed that there was a master behind Chen Tang.

It wasn't until this moment that it was truly confirmed.

This person is quite knowledgeable and even knows about things like the extreme realm!
The fat old man pondered and said, "There is indeed such a thing as the ultimate realm, but it is as difficult as ascending to heaven to practice. Since you have such a pursuit, I can't say anything."

Having said that, the fat old man felt like he had failed again.

The momentum cannot be weak.

The fat old man forced himself to change the subject and said, "Having said that, your previous Thirteen Styles of Quick Swords was too bad. Practicing it is a sheer waste of time."

Chen Tang said: "I have learned a new method to practice the fast sword."

"Oh?"

The fat old man glanced at him with disdain in his heart, and said, "Tell me about it."

When Chen Tang tells it, it’s a good time to compare it with his Wind Chasing Blade, and the winner will be immediately apparent!

"I don't know what it's called."

Chen Tang picked up a piece of firewood from the corner, then drew his knife and chopped at the firewood, saying, "Just keep practicing like this."

"The wood-chopping knife technique? Haha..."

The fat old man took a casual look and couldn't help laughing.

suddenly!

The fat old man's laughter suddenly stopped, and he seemed to have thought of something. He frowned slightly and stared at Chen Tang's blade that was constantly chopping down.

The blade chopped towards the firewood, but each stroke fell close to the firewood without damaging it at all!

"This is……"

The fat old man looked solemn, his pupils contracted, and he said in a lost voice: "Burning wood knife!"

Chen Tang was not surprised to see that he had seen through his swordsmanship, and asked, "Old man, didn't you say before that you knew how to use the Wind Chasing Sword? Why don't you teach it to me and we can practice together?"

The fat old man's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you deliberately making fun of me? You don't learn the good things, but you learn to bully others! No matter how fast the wind-chasing knife is, it can't be faster than the burning wood knife!"

　I made some minor changes to yesterday's chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)