Chapter 2 Introduction to Flying Knife Skills [Please recommend]
“Remember to come back for dinner.”
Luo Yun'er warned that she and Qin Shuang were working at Fengji, morning and noon I was in charge of the food and cooked porridge at home in the evening. Today I was fired by Lao Feng, so I cooked at home for lunch.
Qin Shuang took the throwing knife and came to the back of the broken house. This is a small corner, three miles away from the street. The corner is full of weeds, and there is a camphor tree as thick as a bowl. Farther away Seven or eight miles away is the South Gate Pier connected to the Grand Canal.
Qin Shuang wholeheartedly held the throwing knife in his hand, aimed at the camphor tree, and suddenly threw it out!
[Progress: 98/100]
The flying knife was inserted into the trunk of the camphor tree, half an inch deep, and the panel also showed a little more proficiency.
Qin Shuang stepped forward, pulled off the flying knife, and continued.
[Skill: Flying Knife (Beginner)]
[Progress: 0/200]
[Efficacy: The knife enters and exits the wood within three inches, within one foot, with 100 hits! 】
A quarter of an hour later.
Qin Shuang's mind panel changed. At the same time, he felt as if a mysterious force had been poured into his body. Not only was his physical strength significantly improved, but his flying knife skills had also broken through to a higher level.
Visibility, perception, and energy seem to have been instantly sublimated, making him feel even better when shooting flying knives!
The flying knife penetrates the wood three inches. In other words, one shot of the knife can penetrate a tree like a camphor tree to a depth of nine centimeters!
and.
Within one foot, you can hit the target with a hundred shots. That is to say, as long as you get closer to the enemy more than three meters and catch him by surprise, you can hit the target with a hundred shots!
Qin Shuang couldn’t wait to try it.
He held the flying knife in his hand and concentrated on shooting it at the designated place on the camphor tree. He was as skilled as a veteran who has practiced flying knives for many years!
After breaking through in the flying knife technique, he felt a huge increase in physical strength!
It’s really within one foot, you can shoot wherever you point!
Within two feet, the hit rate is not bad!
“Great!”
Qin Shuang was overjoyed.
With this level of flying knife skills, he should not be afraid of Mu Yunfeng from the Zhuhua Gang.
Qin Shuang couldn't imagine how powerful he would be if he had some success in flying knife skills, or even perfected it!
At this time.
Green smoke was rising from the chimney inside the house. Qin Shuang thought for a moment and walked towards Old Feng's bun shop.
He has just started to fly the knife, his body has been strengthened and his strength has greatly increased. He must go to Lao Feng to get his wages back, otherwise, he will have no money to pay taxes in half a month!
Fengji Baozi Shop is located at the fifth stall on Nanmen Street. There is a stall in the front, and there are three entrances in the back. Finally, when you enter the small courtyard, there is a patio, a small courtyard, and a wooden table under the eaves. There are flour buckets, sifters, rolling pins and other tools on top.
At noon, there were not many customers. The bun shop had closed its stall and the stall door was ajar.
“You bitch! You’re a slut who eats the inside and outside of the house!”
“No wonder I’ve made so much less from selling steamed buns recently than before. It turns out that you’ve used it all to cheat on the pretty guy! You Is it so itchy?”
Qin Shuang came to the door of Feng Ji’s bun shop and suddenly heard a man and a woman gnashing their teeth and roaring, and a woman sobbing softly.
“Old Feng is still beating his virginity!”
Qin Shuang's expression changed, and she ducked into the bun shop. Sister Zhen was beaten by Lao Feng because she gave him buns, so she had to go in and stop her!
“Kneel down and reflect on me!”
Old Feng is of medium height, wearing a brocade robe, with a bulging belly, a round face that looks quite rich, and two wisps of rat whiskers giving people a Feeling obscene, he sat on the Taishi's chair, cursed angrily, picked up the chicken feather chanzi and hit Sister-in-law Zhen.
At this time, Sister-in-law Zhen was standing in the corner, twisting her clothes, silently enduring, waiting for Old Feng to calm down.
The eldest lady Xia Yunniang stood aside, her hands on her hips and muttering curses.
"Old Feng! Stop!" At this moment, a voice came from the shop.
"Huh! I bought her for ten taels of silver. I can beat her if I want. Is it none of your business?"
"The thief who stole the buns! You have been beaten. I quit, get out of here!"
When Old Feng saw someone coming, he put down the bamboo stick, turned around and saw Qin Shuang, his face suddenly darkened, and he shouted.
"Who wants to come to your place? Give me our wages!"
Qin Shuang's eyes flashed coldly, he walked in and stood five steps away from Lao Feng.
"Wages? What wages?"
Old Feng sneered and pointed at Sister-in-law Zhen with a bamboo stick. "You hook up with this bitch, steal my buns and still want wages? You can only dream! If you don't go away, I will beat you too!!"
"Feng, you are really nothing!"
Qin Shuang stepped forward quickly, slapped him in the face, grabbed Lao Feng's right hand, and squeezed it hard.
"Ah, Qin Shuang. If you have something to say, let me go."
Old Feng had no time to care about being slapped in the face. He felt as if his hand was being clamped by iron pliers. The severe pain as violent as a broken bone made him scream, with a look of horror in his eyes.
“Pay me, or I’ll crush your claws!”
Qin Shuang looked at the grinning old Feng and said calmly.
"Yunniang, pay me quickly"
Old Feng's face was distorted and he ordered the doctor.
Sister-in-law Zhen stood in the corner, silent.
The eldest lady Xia Yunniang quickly took out two handfuls of copper coins from the money bag on the table beside her, without counting them, and handed them to Qin Shuang.
"This is the money for those four buns! I paid for it! If you dare to frame me again in the future, I will crush your claws!"
Qin Shuang took the few more copper coins and let go of Lao Feng. With a cold tone, he dropped four copper coins and said.
"Brother Qin Qin, don't worry, I will never do it again in the future."
Old Feng glanced at Qin Shuang in horror, feeling as if his wrist had been crushed just now!
This guy has such strong hands?
No wonder the dough is so strong when kneaded!
Qin Shuang took a deep look at Sister-in-law Zhen and was about to leave, but there was a sound of footsteps at the door.
Qin Shuang turned around to look, only to find that a short-bearded guard in the front hall, about forty years old, wearing armor and hanging a long knife on his waist, came in. Behind him, followed by a man with a similar face. The wretched and thin man pointed at Old Feng and said respectfully. "Master Lu, he is Lao Feng! The steamed buns he makes are the best in Yangzhou, and eating one will leave a lasting impression!"
"I am Honglu Shaoqing Yu Wenshi and Lu Shumin, the captain of the Xiaoguo Guard under your command. The emperor has recently I want to change the taste. Your buns are well made. I now order you to follow me into the palace and into the royal dining room!"
Lu Shumin pressed his knife on his waist and spoke in a deep voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, eight guards rushed in from outside, picked up Old Feng and left.
"Ah, sir, the villain has entered the palace. No one is taking care of the bun shop!"
Old Feng lifted his feet off the ground and his expression changed drastically. It must be bad for these guards to treat them so roughly. Moreover, he also heard that , His Majesty is now very difficult to serve, and if his taste is not to his liking, the whole family will be slaughtered.
Last month, the chef of Zuitianlou in Yangzhou was arrested and taken to the palace. I heard that His Majesty had diarrhea after eating his roast chicken and he was executed by the whole family.
“Serve the Emperor well, and you will be prosperous!”
“If you don’t go, you will be disobeying the Holy Will! It’s up to you!”
Lu Shumin was at the side with a solemn tone.
Hearing this, Lao Feng suddenly felt like an eggplant. He was dragged on his horse by the guards and drove away. The surrounding stall owners and pedestrians on the street looked at Lao Feng being taken away and talked about it.
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