Brother Ji touched his face. Why is this old man looking at me? Is it because I am too handsome and suspects that I have plastic surgery?

"Ahem, Uncle Chen, just say whatever you want. There's no need to hold back." Brother Ji scratched his head and showed a naive expression, "If Murong Qi spreads one word about what he heard today, he will be struck with thunder and lightning.

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"Master!" Ping'er exclaimed and stood up quickly.

Father Chen smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Mr. Murong, it's not as serious as you said... Haha, but, can I trust you?"

"Well... Ping'er saved the boy's life. If it weren't for Uncle Chen, I wouldn't have recovered so quickly. Haha, although the boy doesn't dare to say that he is a gentleman, he can't repay kindness with enmity!

"Brother Ji said with force and sonority.

Just kidding, I have received your great kindness now. If I don't repay the favor, wouldn't it be too inhumane? Besides, I just need a place to rest now. Your village is not bad.

Hehe, when my cultivation level recovers, I will give you a fortune from Chentai Village. We will not owe each other anything, and I will feel at ease in my heart.

Father Chen secretly said, "You can teach me!"

Then he said softly, "I'm not going to hide it from you, sir. It's just that we ordinary people work at sunrise and rest at sunset. How can we have books to read like those young masters from aristocratic families? Therefore, ordinary people are illiterate and have secret books.

It’s all in vain...Murong Qi, you don’t know that in this world, gentlemen who are well-educated in poetry and books are hard to find with huge sums of money!”

Brother Chicken's eyebrows twitched. It's hard to get a lot of money?! Isn't it right? On our planet, college students grab a lot of it, and it becomes a hot commodity here?

"Ahem, sir, don't be so surprised. Maybe in big cities, there are more people who study. But in our backcountry, it's hard to find anyone who can read..." Father Chen sighed bitterly.

Brother Ji chuckled, "Uncle Chen, you mean, you have a secret book in your hand that can help you develop internal strength? And you want me to teach it to everyone?"

Father Chen was stunned and quickly clasped his fists, "Young master is smart. I have exactly this plan. I would like to ask you to think about it. Although our Chentai Village is not rich, we can still afford some silver..."

"Uh, no, no, no!" Brother Ji quickly waved his hand, "I...I just want to have enough food and clothing. No, Ping'er and I just want to have enough food and clothing, nothing else. Hehe..."

Brother Ji looked at Ping'er, who was blushing and dizzy, and felt funny in his heart. This little girl is only fourteen or fifteen years old. She dares to save a stranger like me. She is very courageous and has a good heart. Well, I regard you as my sister.

I'll hang out with Chicken Brother from now on!

Father Chen was immediately overjoyed, "Young master, don't try to deceive me!"

"No... lie, don't lie!" Brother Ji shook his head, "By the way, Father Chen, you only need to promise me one thing!"

"Sir... Let me tell you! As long as it is within the acceptable range of our Chentai Village, I will definitely satisfy you!" Father Chen's eyes flickered, thinking that Brother Ji was really planning to make a condition. After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and agreed.

Brother Ji pointed to the weapon rack outside the small hall, "Can you lend me that long knife for a while?"

Father Chen was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Brother Ji meant. He quickly got up, went to the weapons rack in the yard, and picked up a knife. "Young Master, are you talking about this one?"

"No, no, that one is too small, I mean the one that is placed in the stone pier behind!" Brother Ji picked his finger back, stood up and walked out. Behind him, Ping'er quickly followed.

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Father Chen followed Brother Ji's finger and looked up, his expression suddenly changed.

This black iron wide-blade knife is a heavy knife that has been passed down to the old Chen family for six generations. The handle is one foot and two inches long (here is thirty-three centimeters), and the blade is four feet and one inch long. Standing upright, it almost reaches the height of Mr. Chen.

Dad's shoulders.

It’s just long, but the main reason is that its weight is too scary. This black iron broad-bladed knife weighs 430 kilograms, and it is difficult for the strong men in the village to lift it, let alone dance it for hunting.

Father Chen's ancestor was a soldier who went to the battlefield. Later, he died in the border battle. The government could not find the body, so he sent the weapon back. Therefore, this black iron broad-bladed knife has been in the Chen family for two to three hundred years.

Years passed, but no one could dance.

Therefore, Father Chen kept this knife inserted in the gap of the stone pillar behind the weapon rack. Many years have passed and the blade has become rusty. Who would have thought that Mr. Murong Qi would actually fall in love with this knife!

"Sir, are you sure it's this sword?" Father Chen looked at Brother Ji blankly, and then said with a smile, "Sir, don't be joking. When I was young, I could swing this sword a few times, but when I mentioned it,

It's hard to hold on for as long as one stick of incense. Isn't it true that the young master is so thin and weak..."

Brother Ji laughed, "Don't mention it, this knife is so handsome, I like it!"

"Handsome?" Father Chen was dumbfounded and looked at Ping'er blankly, only to find that this girl's eyes were not on him at all.

"Um, Uncle Chen, is this knife someone's weapon?" Brother Ji suddenly thought of something and asked sarcastically.

"No, no, no, sir, don't get me wrong." Father Chen waved his hands repeatedly, "If you want it, sir, I will get it for you."

With that said, Father Chen walked around the weapon rack and came to the stone pillar. He took a deep breath, grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, and lifted it up with all his strength. However, the old man's face turned red from holding back, and he could only hold it back.

Lift the blade one-third out.

"Haha, when I inserted it in the early years, it was not so difficult. I laughed at you!" Father Chen let go of his hands and rested for a while.

Brother Ji chuckled.

The weight of this knife is not light, and it is inserted into the crack of the stone. It seems that when Father Chen was young, he was definitely a strong man at the peak of the human body!

But now.

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I'm getting old, I'm getting old, I don't have the strength I used to have.

Seeing that Old Chen still wanted to use more force, Brother Ji quickly stepped forward to stop him, "Uncle Chen, please stop doing this... If anything goes wrong, then Ping'er will blame me to death!"

Father Chen chuckled and said, "That's alright. Master, please rest here for a while. When my two sons come back, with the combined efforts of them, we can take out the knife soon."

"Uh, forget it, let me do it!" Brother Ji smiled and shook his head, stepped forward, held the handle of the knife with one hand, and jerked it.

"Crack..." There was a loud sound, and Shi Dunzi was shaken in half, and the black sword as tall as a man was easily taken into his hand by Brother Ji.

"Hey, what a good knife!" Brother Ji couldn't help but admire in his heart when he saw that the blade was covered with rust, but the blade was still sharp.

Father Chen and Ping'er were already dumbfounded and backed away. When Brother Ji turned his head, he found that the two of them were staring at him with their mouths wide open. He suddenly asked strangely, "Dad Chen, what's wrong?"

"Gudong..." Father Chen swallowed his saliva and exclaimed, "Young Master...Young Master is amazing! Could it be...Is it possible that Young Master is already a first-rate master at such a young age?!"

Top-notch expert, what the hell?

"Ah?" Brother Ji was stunned, "What kind of first-rate master?"

Father Chen smiled bitterly, "I have forgotten that the young master has lost some memories. Forget it, let me tell the young master..."

After some explanations by Mr. Chen, Brother Ji probably knew the levels of masters in this world. Generally speaking, masters are divided into three levels, that is, first-rate masters, second-rate masters, and third-rate masters.

To reach the level of a third-rate master, without using internal strength, one's arms must at least have a strength of one thousand to two thousand kilograms, and must be proficient in many martial arts.

A second-rate master, without using internal strength, must have two to five thousand kilograms of strength in his arms. He does not need to have much martial arts skills, but he must also have a unique skill.

As for a first-class master, his arms require 5,000 to 10,000 kilograms of strength. If he doesn’t know many martial arts and stunts, how can he become a first-class master?!

Of course, most masters only specialize in one special skill. After all, if you want to bite off more than you can chew and kill people, one special skill is enough.

Father Chen saw that Brother Ji was wielding the black iron broad-blade sword very easily. Just kidding, that sword weighed more than four hundred kilograms! If Murong Qi swung it like a stick, it would have to be at least ten times heavier.

The strength. Then it is not an exaggeration to say that Murong Qi's strength is between four and five thousand kilograms, reaching the realm of a first-class warrior.

As for Father Chen, he is the strongest person in Chentai Village in the past century. But his arms are only about a thousand pounds. It is impossible to dance a black iron broad-bladed knife like Brother Ji. In addition, he has not learned

Martial arts secrets, if you can't train your internal strength, you won't be able to extend your strength. Naturally, you will be exhausted after just one or two swings.

This situation is actually normal. Just like us ordinary people, some people can lift a hundred kilograms of rice, let alone make them dance fifty kilograms of rice, even if it is thirty kilograms or twenty kilograms, it is very difficult.

Difficult to do.

Brother Ji threw out a few knives, and a circle of light and shadow quickly rotated in front of him. The whistling wind was very loud, which suddenly surprised Father Chen again.

"Yes, I still underestimated the young master!"

After playing for a while, Chicken Brother stopped, his face was slightly red, and his chest was slightly heaving. Brother Chicken took a few deep breaths and asked with a smile, "Uncle Chen, I use this knife with just the right weight. I don't know if it can be used."

Can you lend me some time?"

"I don't know... Young Master, what is the purpose of borrowing this knife?" Father Chen respected Brother Ji from the bottom of his heart, and his tone became very humble. He knew that this young man who lost his memory and was kindly saved by Ping'er might have a lot of potential.

backing!

Brother Ji glanced at Ping'er, whose eyes were twinkling with little stars, and said with a smile, "Well, I don't like to live off girls' families. Let's do this. From now on, if people in the village go to the mountains to hunt, I will be counted as one. After I come back, I will

How about teaching everyone how to read and write?"

Father Chen became more and more overjoyed and fell to the ground, "Thank you so much, sir. You are a great talent. Not only can you read and write, but you also have unique skills. I am really lucky to have you here in the village!"
Chapter completed!