Chapter 294 Wave Slash

"The food was all brought in by my personal mother-in-law. We also secretly asked those women, but they were very strict and refused to tell us anything. They also warned us not to spread rumors."

"Is it so rare?"

"That's right. People are so rich and expensive that they can't even bask in the sun. It's not like us, who are exposed to wind and rain."

The other peasant woman sighed: "Actually, we are doing well. The things grown in the fields of our village are sold to the Li family in the south. There is no worries about sales. In this famine year, we can still make a living. Look. In other places in the countryside, people are almost gone.”

Aunt Liu hissed: "Isn't that noble lady from the Li family? You see, the village chief treats her like an ancestor."

The two chatted for a few words, and suddenly they felt the dripping on their heads. When they looked up, dark clouds were approaching with rain.

The weather in the mountains was like a child's face. It could change a lot in a day, so the two of them had to pack their things and rush home.

Before they had walked a few steps, dozens of knights came running up the mountain road. The leading knight reined up his horse and approached them, looking down at them: "Two aunties, how to get to Benlei Village?"

The companion opened her mouth to answer, but Aunt Liu tugged at her and said warily: "Who are you?"

The knight grabbed his waist card and waved it in front of the two of them: "Xiazhou Mansion is running an errand, please cooperate."

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

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

Aunt Liu felt guilty when she saw these thirty or so cavalrymen, all fully armed, so she could only reach out and point to the west: "It's just a mile's walk along the way."

The knight whistled, and more than thirty people rushed westward.

At this time, heavy rain came.

Aunt Liu and the two of them hugged the raccoon bucket, hunched their heads, and hurried home with one foot in mud and one foot in water.

The two of them were surprisingly quiet, not cursing like they usually did.

What on earth were those thirty-odd riders doing just now going to Benlei Village? Is it really just business?

Within a few seconds, the storm hit so hard that people couldn't even open their eyes.

They had to walk slower and slower.

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

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

The carriage was surrounded by knights, like an escort or escort.

Despite the heavy rain, the villagers gathered around to watch the fun. The place where Aunt Liu saw the most people was the village chief's house, and she couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "You really are here to see the village chief!"

Everyone in Benlei Village knew each other, so she picked up a farmer who was watching the fun and said, "Brother Li, what's going on at the village chief's house?"

"It seems that official officials came and took away a few people from the village chief's house, saying that they were hiding to commit crimes!"

"A crime? What kind of crime could it be?" Aunt Liu immediately thought of the so-called noble lady.

Another villager nearby said: "It seems like someone is dead inside! I just saw blood on the ground!"

Aunt Liu was shocked: "Is there a death in the village chief's family?"

"It seems that he is not from the village chief's family..."

But when word spread, it soon became:

Many people died in the village chief's family.

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On the front lines of the two armies, it was also pouring rain.

The usually noisy military camp was quiet, with everyone hiding in their tents. Only the guards on duty were waiting outside their tents and on the sentry tower with their heads down, getting wet.

Snitches are very particular about stealing the wind but not the moon, stealing the rain but not the snow. In fact, the same goes for the army's raids.

This kind of stormy weather is conducive to opponents taking advantage of the situation to cover their attacks and forcing them to defend against it.

So the Yuan Army actually tightened their nerves and were on guard.

The waves of the Han River started to become wild in the afternoon, and the soldiers were careful to stay away from the shoreline for fear that the riverbank would suddenly collapse.

Only Young Master He, who was unwilling to die, saw the water level rising and the waves surging, he laughed loudly and went into the water with his knife.

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

He Chunhua also got up in arms, preparing to bring this evil man back and give him a good scolding. Fortunately, Shan Youjun came back to explain at this time, saying that the young master was about to break through and needed to go down to the river to practice his sword skills.

What sword technique cannot be practiced on the shore or on the flat ground, but it must be practiced in the water with strong waves?

"Is he serious? What kind of sword skills has he practiced?"

Shan Youjun replied: "The young master said that it couldn't be more true. He practices the Bolang Dao."

He Chunhua thought for a while, then sat down slowly: "Go and keep an eye on him. If you have anything, you are the only one I can ask!"

"The young master has a rope tied around his waist." Shan Youjun said with a smile, "If he is washed away, we can drag him ashore."

He Chunhua had no choice but to agree.

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

Manager He is very smart and smart, so why is he so indulgent to his own son?

Forget it, I have fulfilled my obligation to remind him anyway and don't care about the future.

On the other side, He Lingchuan saw the rough water, took off his shirt, grabbed the floating knife and went into the water.

He was not reckless, he still found a solid rock to stand on.

What's the name of the sword technique he practices?

Wave chop.

He practiced this sword technique diligently for several months in real life and dreams, and made great progress in the skills of speed, stability and accuracy. This is because Lang Zhan itself can be combined with the Yanhui Shenfa he practiced to become Huiyan Zhan.

As light as the swallow is, so swift is his sword.

However, he could not learn the continuous and majestic spirit of the sword technique.

After all, this sword technique is called "wave cutting". If you insist on cutting without wave, the effect of practice will be compromised.

He Lingchuan also tried the big lake in the Panlong Dreamland with his sword. The water was deep enough, but he thought it was not rough enough and it was freezing.

Now he had this God-given opportunity, how could he not cherish it?

The force of the water was getting stronger and stronger. The first few dozen times he swung the sword to cut the water, not only was it ineffective, but it was also tilted. His feet slipped and he didn't know how much water he had swallowed.

The guards above pointed and laughed at the fool below.

But gradually, He Lingchuan didn't stagger much, even though the stones under his feet were washed smooth.

The true power that was usually kept in the dantian started to work efficiently, sinking into his feet, making his heels as solid as a rock.

Then, he swung the sword slower and slower.

Slow, steady; slow, continuous.

Slow, the impact on the blade is stronger.

As the water swirled past him, He Lingchuan began to recall the shots fired by Xiao Maoliang against the giant Mengshan in the Qing River Valley. They were really as fast as thunder and unstoppable.

There was also Nian Songyu, who was possessed by a god, fighting the black dragon in the Panlong Fantasy. His swordsmanship was also grand and domineering.

When he silently recited the formula of the wave slash, he had to use the environment to carefully experience the ups and downs of the waves, which were continuous and invisible but powerful.

One after another, the muddy yellow waves hit, and He Lingchuan had never felt the pain of being pushed, squeezed, and torn from all directions.

This may also be the essence of the wave slash:

The use of "force".

When he was determined and unremitting, he slashed the 67th knife, the waves in front of him seemed to stagnate slightly, greatly reducing the impact on him.

However, Shan Youjun above was already pointing to the west and shouting: "Boss, come up quickly, the huge waves are coming!"

Then a wave hit He Lingchuan on the forehead and he was already submerged.

Poof, he swallowed a mouthful of water, put away his sword and pulled the rope. He came here to practice swordsmanship, not to really jump into the river.

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

He Lingchuan was soaked all over, and just shook his head, a wave swept across the river bank, and with a bang, the stones he had originally stood on were buried under the water.

This wave is too big, everyone hurriedly retreated.

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

The ground under his feet also trembled because of this force. He Lingchuan leaned on the ground with his sword, silently feeling the violence of the river, and his heart was also surging, as if resonating.

Water has no constant shape but is powerful, just like the sword intent he has learned.

The rain flowed down his forehead to his chin. He Lingchuan pressed the handle of the knife on his waist and suddenly slashed forward diagonally.

The small tree in front of him was still dancing wildly in the strong wind, and the branches were swaying, but not a single branch fell.

He didn't swing the knife fast, and his moves were crooked.

Shan Youjun and others didn't say anything, and the sentry not far away couldn't help laughing.

Is this young master He a silver spear candle head? He split the river in the rainstorm, and he wanted to show off again. In the end, he didn't cut down a single leaf. It was so funny.

I thought standing guard by the river was dangerous and boring, but I didn't expect to watch the show today.

He Lingchuan put the knife back into the sheath with a clang, 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".

When they looked back, a piece of land on the shore that was larger than a round table suddenly cracked. First, there was a crack, then it became a ditch, and then, this piece of hard mud fell directly into the rushing river.

This piece of land was about ten feet behind the small tree that He Lingchuan chopped with his knife.

The two stopped laughing and looked at each other.

Could it be that the knife energy of Mr. He passed through the dancing small tree and cut off the shore behind it?

It hadn't rained for a whole winter, so you can imagine how hard the ground on the waterside is. How much force is needed to cut it off.

Besides, the hundreds of branches of the small tree were dancing wildly in the wind, and the knife energy could shuttle through them without hurting them at all?

Is this a coincidence? It must be.

He Lingchuan didn't bother to care what the two people thought. After he chopped that knife at the right time, his mind was clear, his breath was refreshed, and even his breathing became smoother. The stagnation of soaking in the water was swept away.

Can he cut it again?

It's hard to say, he doesn't know.

On this occasion, he dared not say that his cultivation and realm had improved, but at least he had broken through the sword intent, making himself more harmonious.

The wave-slashing technique took a small step forward.

Just waiting for him to strengthen and consolidate it as soon as possible.

Therefore, he returned to the tent briskly, playing a little tune.

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

He Lingchuan didn't think much and rushed in.

The soldier guarding the tent refused: "Stop, don't enter without permission!"

He Lingchuan was too lazy to argue with him, and shouted: "Dad!"

"Chuan'er?" He Chunhua's voice came out, "Come in!"