Yue Qingxue had left, and so had Tie Yong. Old Man Cang was not afraid of Gao Zhengyang. With such an excuse, he would not let it go.
Gao Zhengyang casually put down the big bowl and slowly rubbed his hands on his tattered leather vest. He casually asked, "What did you say?"
"Don't play dumb. You have to compensate me with at least ten pounds of meat!"
Old Man Cang's murky eyes stared at Gao Zhengyang. His old face was filled with ferocity.
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Gao Zhengyang's hand on the hilt of his knife. Old Man Cang could not help but panic. "Does this little bastard want to draw his knife and cut me?"
Sensing the danger, Old Man Cang wanted to take a few steps back to increase the distance.
At this time, Gao Zhengyang had already unsheathed his knife.
The bright blade cut through the air. Under the midday sun, the blade shone with a dazzling light.
Old Man Cang's breath tightened. Under the sharp light of the knife, he felt as if he had been cut into two.
It was not that he did not want to dodge, but he was old and weak. Even if he wanted to dodge, his hands and feet could not keep up.
After being stunned for a moment, Old Man Cang felt his scalp burning. He reached out and touched his head. The messy hair on his head had been shaved, and it was sticky and warm. It was painful.
"Ah …" With a scream, Old Man Cang covered his head and turned to run.
"Sorry, my hand trembled a little …"
Gao Zhengyang sighed softly and said without much sincerity.
Old Man Cang had already run far away. Naturally, he could not hear Gao Zhengyang's words.
Gao Zhengyang picked up the scabbard and put the knife back into its sheath. He secretly rejoiced that his opponent was an old man. His reaction was too slow, so he did not miss.
This Knife Drawing Slash was originally a Japanese knife technique. It could use the curve of the knife to instantly explode with power when it was unsheathed. It was extremely lethal.
The horizontal knife was a long knife with a straight spine and a thin blade without any curve. Moreover, Gao Zhengyang's body was also weak.
When Xiao Chen drew his saber and slashed, he did not use any strength at all. His speed was also lacking, and his accuracy was lacking.
He originally wanted to cut off the old man's hair, but he was still a bit too low and cut off a layer of the old man's scalp.
If it had been any lower, the old man would have died. Fortunately, his luck was not bad, and so was the old man's.
Only in the evening did Old Cang sneakily return.
As the sun set, the courtyard was dimly lit. Old Man Cang stood outside the door and looked around for a while before he saw Gao Zhengyang lying beside the cauldron. He said with a wronged expression, "Why aren't you leaving? You even want to occupy my house! "
"I haven't finished eating the meat yet. Of course, I won't leave." Gao Zhengyang lied there, not even looking at Old Cang as he spoke matter-of-factly.
Old Man Cang was both angry and afraid. He paced around the door for a while before saying, "For the sake of your father, I won't bicker with you about what happened today. Do you understand? "
"I understand." Gao Zhengyang chuckled and said, "I'll stay here for a few days. I'll leave after I finish eating the meat."
Although Old Man Cang was thick-skinned, he still felt hot from Gao Zhengyang's laughter. The good news was that Gao Zhengyang did not want to bicker with him.
Old Man Cang gathered his courage and entered his own courtyard. He bypassed Gao Zhengyang and slipped into the house.
Unexpectedly, Gao Zhengyang also followed him in.
"What do you want?" The old man was shocked, and his voice trembled.
The saber strike at noon had left a deep impression on him. Most importantly, Gao Zhengyang's calmness and composure when he swung his saber.
This kind of person would not pretend to be fierce, but he would not hesitate to kill.
Old Man Cang thought about it outside for the whole afternoon. In the end, he did not have the guts to provoke Gao Zhengyang, so he swallowed his anger.
"It's too cold outside. I'll go inside to sleep." Gao Zhengyang said matter-of-factly.
It was already autumn. Sleeping outside wouldn't freeze to death, but it would consume a lot of calories in the body. Of course, Gao Zhengyang would not stay outside.
"Alright." Old Man Cang was reluctant, but he did not dare to object.
The room was not big, and there was only one bed.
Gao Zhengyang brought a lot of hay from outside. He piled it up in the corner of the room and laid on it.
It was warm and clean. There was no stench, and there were no black pigs snorting beside him.
Compared to the previous pigsty, Gao Zhengyang was very satisfied with this place. He comfortably stretched his body, and his sore muscles completely relaxed.
Old Man Cang was on his wooden bed, covered with a thick fur coat. He was secretly watching Gao Zhengyang.
In the darkness, Gao Zhengyang's even breathing could be heard.
Old Man Cang was hesitating whether or not he should take this opportunity to take revenge. But when he thought of the calm expression in Gao Zhengyang's eyes when he swung his knife, he was afraid.
As a hunter for many years, Old Man Cang could smell the dangerous aura emanating from Gao Zhengyang's bones.
But if he gave up on taking revenge, Old Man Cang felt very wronged.
After hesitating for a long time, Old Man Cang fell asleep.
When Old Man Cang opened his eyes again, it was already dawn. He was suddenly shocked. He looked across the room and found that Gao Zhengyang was no longer there.
Old Man Cang hurriedly got up and pushed the door open. He saw Gao Zhengyang practicing in the yard.
The fist technique he practiced was slow and leisurely. It looked very smooth and graceful. It was like a sacrificial dance.
Old Man Cang's interest was piqued. He had never seen this kind of boxing before. Could it be a secret art that Gao Xiang passed down to his son?
Gao Zhengyang knew that Old Man Cang was watching, but he did not care. Tai Chi was not something that could be learned just by watching.
Back then, he had a famous teacher to guide him. He practiced day and night, and it took him ten years to enter the door of Tai Chi.
In this world, there was no one who could see the mystery of Tai Chi.
Grasping the Sparrow's Tail, Pushing the Window to Look at the Moon, Lazy Clothes, Single Whip, Gao Zhengyang practiced the most classic Tai Chi stances.
Tai Chi was divided into many secret schools. The Tai Chi that Gao Zhengyang practiced was a combination of the strengths of each school and focused more on fighting and killing.
But the stances were used to train strength. Of course, a few well-tempered stances would be the best.
Gao Zhengyang's body was only fifteen years old. He had practiced martial arts in the past, but he had not been able to eat well and wear warm clothes for the past few years. His body was very weak.
Now that he was practicing, the intention was to use the fist first, and the power came from the heart.
The human body's muscle strength was limited. Tai Chi focused more on the human body's strength.
This included the muscles, the internal organs, and even the mind.
The mind sounded empty. In fact, it was to integrate the body and the mind.
With a thought, all the limbs, bones, organs, flesh, and bones in the body responded. This was the power of the mind.
According to calculations, if the human body used all the muscle strength, it could lift ten tons.
Of course, this was only in theory.
No one could use all the muscle strength. Even if they could, the bones and the body would not be able to withstand the power.
The human body had its limits.
In Gao Zhengyang's previous life, he participated in the military's Undying King Kong project. The problem was solved by injecting the super alloy titanium into his bones, allowing him to become a strong person who surpassed the limit.
Time travel destroyed his body, but not his soul and the titanium alloy.
The titanium alloy also traveled with him and melted into this body.
Perhaps because of time travel, Gao Zhengyang's mind could clearly sense the titanium alloy and do limited control.
Fortunately, the titanium alloy was still in its original state. It simply attached to the bones and did not penetrate and fuse.
At this time, as Gao Zhengyang continued to adjust the force, the subtle force that penetrated into the bones stimulated the titanium alloy in his body and deepened the fusion.
This fusion was at the level of metal particles.
Because of the special sense, in Gao Zhengyang's mind, he could clearly see the state of the fusion between the titanium alloy and the bones.
This was like an ultrasound scan. Gao Zhengyang could see the silver metal particles constantly penetrating into the bones.
From this perspective, the bones were all huge holes. The titanium alloy attached to the bones and continued to spread, giving the bones a fine layer of silver light.
This layer of silver light could increase the strength of the bones by a hundred times. At the same time, it did not affect the function of the bones.
Of course, this process consumed a lot of energy.
Gao Zhengyang took the initiative to slow down the process and reduce the burden on the body.
The sudden strenuous exercise inevitably caused pain and soreness in the body. But for Gao Zhengyang, whose will was stronger than steel, the pain only made him more focused.
If everything went well, the initial fusion would be completed in about five days. Then, it would be the second stage of fusion.
If his body was not strong by then, the only thing left for him was death.
After a set of punches, Gao Zhengyang adjusted his breathing and opened all the pores on his body. The sealed sweat in his body gushed out.
It was an autumn morning, and the air was cold. The white steam rising from Gao Zhengyang's body was especially clear under the morning sun.
Old Man Cang's mouth was wide open. He did not expect that Gao Zhengyang's slow punches would consume so much energy.
Finally, Gao Zhengyang stopped, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and slowly exhaled a breath of white air.
The white air shot out like an arrow, and only dissipated after reaching three feet away.
"Could it really be a lost art?"
Old Man Cang saw this scene and widened his eyes in excitement. He gestured with his hands, trying to remember Gao Zhengyang's punches.
But the more he gestured, the more confused he became. In the end, his brain became a mess. He seemed to remember all the moves, but he could not remember them clearly.
"You want to learn?"
Gao Zhengyang's words woke Old Man Cang up from his daze. He looked at Gao Zhengyang and saw that he did not seem to be angry. Old Man Cang became bolder.
"Yes, yes." Old Man Cang hurriedly replied.
"If you want to learn, I can teach you." Gao Zhengyang said indifferently, "You just have to cook for me for a few days."
"Sure, no problem." Old Man Cang was overjoyed and happily agreed.
Cooking was his profession. If he could learn a punching technique by cooking for a few days, it might even be some secret lost art. Of course, he was willing.
Even if it was not a lost art, it was not a loss.
Gao Zhengyang did not care. Tai Chi looked easy, but it was really hard to get started. He would not teach him the fighting methods or the real way to train his strength.
If Old Man Cang were to learn seriously, he could learn a good way to maintain his body.
In this world, the air was purer and fresher, and it seemed to contain some kind of strange energy.
After a round of punching, through breathing and movement, Gao Zhengyang's muscles and bones relaxed, and the impurities in his body seemed to be washed away.
His whole body was warm from the inside out, and he felt full of energy. It was indescribably comfortable.
Gao Zhengyang thought it was a pity that this body had trained in martial arts. But in the inherited memories, the Qi training methods were incomplete, and he did not dare to train recklessly.
As for the martial arts of this world, Gao Zhengyang was very curious.
In his previous life, he had already stood at the peak of the world. But from the inherited memories, the strong warriors here could turn the world upside down, and they had unimaginable power.
Gao Zhengyang had not seen it with his own eyes, so he found it hard to believe that this kind of power really existed.
He looked at Old Man Cang, who was busy, and his eyes brightened. The old man had lived for so long, even if he had not seen it, he must have heard of it.
There were roasted wheat cakes, big pieces of braised meat, red peppers, and fragrant millet porridge.
The breakfast was sumptuous, and Gao Zhengyang ate with satisfaction.
"Old Man Cang, I heard that high level warriors can fly, have you seen it before?"
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Gao Zhengyang picked his teeth with a straw stick, and leisurely chatted with Old Man Cang.
"For experts, flying in the sky and burrowing into the earth is not difficult. Some barbarians are born with the ability to fly. I have seen a beauty from the crane race. She flapped her white wings and flew in the sky. She was so beautiful! "
Old Man Cang thought for a while, but he could not think of a suitable word to describe it. He could only use his hands to gesture with an exaggerated expression, as if he could not express the beauty of the woman.
"Crane race, beauty?"
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