Han Zhen’s way of killing pigs is very rough, even called the word “wild”.

Without help from others, you can hold the pig's head with one hand and hold the knife with the other, stab it hard into the neck.

No matter how the pig struggled, Han Zhen's hand holding the pig's head did not move at all.

As the knife was pulled out, the bright red blood immediately gushed out.

The fat chef hurriedly came forward with a wooden basin and caught the pig's blood.

Pig blood cannot be wasted. Add some water and salt to stir. After solidification, it will be a delicious dish.

It can even be kneaded and spread on stone slabs to roast it into pig blood cakes.

Han Zhen ate it once in his previous life and it was very fragrant.

Xiao Chong looked around with relish and suddenly asked, "Why didn't you see Brother Sangou?"

"You Sangou Brother is busy with major life events, don't bother him."

Han Zhen smiled and joked, picked up the fat pig with blood and threw it into a large wooden basin filled with boiling water.

After washing his hands, shook the water droplets in his hand, Han Zhen stood up and said, "Fatty, I'll leave the rest to you."

"Good boss." The fat chef patted his chest and promised.

...

Outside the lobby, Zhang He was leading several soldiers to practice wielding his swords.

Nie Dong was idle and sat under the eaves to watch the fun.

After watching for a while, he couldn't help but say, "I'm afraid it will be in vain to practice the knife like this for another ten years."

Hearing this, Zhang He stopped and looked at him in confusion.

He patted his butt and stood up, Nie Dong stepped to him and ordered: "You have another knife."

Zhang He immediately waved a knife.

"Your knife has at least four mistakes."

Nie Dong stretched out four fingers and then pointed out one by one: "First, the horse stance is wrong. When using long swords such as Park Knife or Fengjiu Knife, it is best to use a bow stance, one leg behind, one leg firms down on the ground to stabilize the body, and one foot in front of the bow stance."

"Second, the force is not right. If you chop like this, you will be afraid that your arms will become weak and weak after a few strokes. You must learn to use your legs to exert force."

"leg?"

Zhang He was stunned and frowned and said, "Slashing is to hold the knife with both hands. How do you exert force with your legs?"

"You wait and see."

Nie Dong took the Park Knife from Zhang He's hand, and set off his posture and waved it.

When he was wielding his knife, his front foot suddenly stomped on the ground.

"Exercise force with your legs, transmit force with your waist, and then waving your arms to mobilize the muscles and bones of the whole body. This will not only make you more powerful, but also save the strength of your arms."

Nie Dong waved another knife and explained gradually.

"I'll try."

Zhang He took Park Dao, learned his method, and tried to cut it into a knife.

Because he is a beginner, his movements are a little awkward, which is far from Nie Dongfang's smooth and fierce chopping.

However, Zhang He said with surprise: "It's really different!"

Nie Dong said two other key points, and then reminded: "You may not get used to it at first, but just practice more. It is a process of practice making perfect."

Zhang He and others nodded and started practicing again, while Nie Dong corrected from time to time.

Han Zhen witnessed the whole process, with a smile in his eyes.

Not only did the other person say that, just this guidance is worthy of Nie Dong's treatment.

"Nie Dong."

"What's the matter with your little husband?"

Nie Dong walked forward and bowed.

Han Zhen asked, "Do you know how to use a spear?"

Upon hearing this, Nie Dong's eyes lit up, but he said modestly: "I know a little bit."

Horse lances were the most popular in the Tang Dynasty. There were many masters who used spears at that time. Not to mention the powerful generals in the early Tang Dynasty, even Li Shimin could hold the spear and rush to the formation.

Unfortunately, the horse spear has completely declined and few people can use it.

On the one hand, the high production cost is that the war has developed to this day, and on the other hand, the heavy armor has been fully popularized.

For example, the infantry armor of the Song army, the war armor of the Western Xia, and the black lacquer armor of the Liao Kingdom.

Faced with this type of heavy armor, the armor-breaking ability of the horse lance is limited and cannot cause effective damage, which is far less useful than the heavy axe and armor-breaking cone.

Over time, naturally no one is willing to use it.

"Can you teach me?"

Han Zhen was not embarrassed, if he could, he would, if he could, he would, if he could.

"Young man waits for a while, and a certain family will come."

After Nie Dong said that, he ran away in a flash.

After a while, he came back with a bamboo pole four meters long and thick with his arms.

"A horse lance is different from a gun, because it is long and harder to control."

Nie Dong said, holding one end of the bamboo pole with both hands and shaking a very beautiful piece of gun flower.

I saw the bamboo pole shaking, making a whimpering sound of wind breaking, which seemed light, but if it hits a person, it will definitely damage the menstrual bones.

"The most important thing in using a horse lance is wrist strength. When fighting, there are not many places where you can borrow power."

While speaking, Nie Dong took back one hand, held the end of the bamboo pole with one hand, then stretched out his arm and steadily crossed the bamboo pole in the air.

The bamboo pole and the arm are in a straight line without shaking at all.

This scene seems simple, but it actually tests wrist and arm strength.

Han Zhen's voice sounded: "Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Nie Dong turned his head and saw Han Zhen holding an iron spear with a relaxed expression, holding a flat hand with one hand.

“…”

Suddenly, Nie Dong felt lost.

He practiced the skills that he had mastered for several years, but he did it casually, using a 20 or 30 kilogram iron spear...

Bang!

After throwing away the bamboo pole, Nie Dong sighed: "Forget it, a certain family can't teach you a little husband."

Seeing this, Han Zhen comforted: "Don't do this, people cannot generalize. I once killed a 500-pound wild pig when I was extremely hungry."

"It's not that a family refuses, but because of the body of Xiao Langjun, there is no need for such skills. On the battlefield, the skills are just a means to assist us in killing the enemy. Xiao Langjun has a thousand pounds of force when he raises his hand. If he focuses on heavy armor and rides a BMW, there will be no one under his command."

Nie Dong smiled bitterly, and then suggested: "When Brother Wei recovers from his injuries, the young man can find Brother Wei to learn Taoism."

"Tao Dharma?"

Han Zhen raised his eyebrows.

Knowing that he would have been wrong, Nie Dong explained: "It is not that illusory golden elixir method, but a method of body-building. If you learn it, you can mobilize your whole body's strength by raising your hands and feet. With the body of your young man, I'm afraid that raising the tripod with one arm will be no problem."

After listening to his explanation, Han Zhen immediately realized that to put it bluntly, it was a technique of exerting force that could mobilize the strength of the whole body to the maximum extent.

Han Zhen was intrigued and asked, "Didn't you learn?"

Nie Dong shook his head: "I am impatient and practiced for a while, but I was not interested in practicing again."

...

...

Three days passed quickly.

Wang Wu and the other two survived, and the wound was not inflamed, red and swollen, and it slowly began to scab.

During this period, Han Zhen specially asked Xiao Chong to travel to the county town, and Xunda prescribed a lot of golden sore medicines.

Since learning about the Taoist Dharma of Wei Dahui, Han Zhen has paid special attention to the observation.

It was found that he was also seriously injured, and Wei Da seemed to recover faster. By the fourth day, he could already walk around simply, but Wang Wu and the other two could still lie on the bed.

This is amazing!

Good guy, how many good things did these Taoist priests have produced in history to cultivate immortality?
Chapter completed!