Duan De was a little excited after seeing so many new things. It's not like what you learned over there may not necessarily be used. These things can be used from time to time. In the days to come, Duan De was obsessed with practicing and studying miscellaneous things to enrich his knowledge.

middle.

Time never stops passing. There is no time to practice, and three years pass by in a hurry.

Counting on his fingers, he found that he has been here for more than six years, and he is actually almost ten years old. Due to physical training, Duan De is now like a teenager, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a body that is not suitable for his age.

, his tendons are a bit exaggerated, the image of a macho man that people dream of, but his face looks very much like a butcher, not to mention a bit abstract, and has a tendency to look like a bully.

After three years of training, Duan De achieved great results in physical training, but this Qi training left him speechless. The Qi he had worked so hard to practice was directly absorbed into his own body by the physical training techniques, so Duan De

The genius has been practicing for three years and is still an entry-level master! The veteran laughed at me more than once, and I don’t know who insisted on practicing physical training first. Now it’s better. It is estimated that Duan De can only practice at the entry-level forever if his physical training is not to a certain level.

Spirit.

For the research on miscellaneous entry-level information, Duan De has no feeling for talismans. He wants to make alchemy! But it is not that material. Instead, he is very fascinated by Qi training. Refining weapons cannot be separated from formations. There is no way. He is not very interested in it.

He also needed blood, and finally told Lao Dao about his situation. Lao Dao seemed to be a weapon refiner. He didn't go out to look for information and knowledge in this area. He just took out a lot of it for Duan De to study. Although he didn't have true energy, he couldn't.

When it comes to refining weapons, you still have the knowledge to be prepared.

That day the old Taoist asked Duan De: "Have you ever killed a chicken?"

Duan Demo asked curiously: "You have watched me grow up and I am a cultivator. How can I have the thought of killing?"

The old Taoist glanced at him disdainfully and said, "What's the point of memorizing so many things by rote? Who told you that you don't need to kill to practice Taoism?"

In that peaceful era, people often killed people just for quarrels. Not to mention the world of cultivators who followed the law of the jungle. How could Duan De not know this? There are probably too many cultivators who would kill and swindle for a little resource, but the old Taoist said this

The question had some purpose, but he just didn't want to follow along.

"Tell me, where is the chicken? I'll kill it and have a drink at noon."

The old Taoist narrowed his eyes and said: "Your father's business is good, so I will help him kill pigs every day from now on! It's you who kills! He helps, do you understand?"

Duan De didn't say anything. It was already early in the morning, and Butcher Duan might have sold out all the meat. When the butcher passed by the tavern at noon, Duan De told him what to say. Butcher Duan's face full of meat twitched, and he frowned and said

: "What does the old guy want to do? I handed you over to him to let you learn my skills. How about he let you follow me and learn how to kill pigs?" As he was about to go to the old guy to argue, Duan De stopped him and gave him some advice.

Only then did he agree.

On the fourth day of the next day, Duan De jumped out from the bottom of the river at the end of the village. He ran his exercises to dry out the water vapor on his body. Then he went to the meat stall in the town with Duan the butcher who got up early. It was also his first time here. He didn't expect that my family

But it has some resources, huh? The town said it was a meat stall, and Duan De said it was just a trellis set up casually. Unexpectedly, there was also a house that was much larger than the houses in the village. It was a pig farm, and there were at least 180 people in it.

Pig.

Duan De said to the butcher: "Okay, the scale is not small. I think I am also the second generation of rich people, right? Why are I so low-key in the village?"

Duan Tuzi slapped him generously: "You brat, don't try to trick me, this is something passed down from our ancestors! Come here and learn from me!"

Butcher Duan had many pig pens, and when they saw him coming, pigs big and small shrank and lay trembling in the corner.

Duan De keenly sensed that Butcher Duan had a sinister aura about him, and he had a strong deterrent effect on pigs. Butcher Duan, a tall man, killed pigs without inviting anyone, and he did it all by himself. He turned over and entered.

He built a pig pen with seven or eight fat pigs, held an iron hook in one hand, and hung the pig's mouth. Regardless of the pig's screams and struggles, he just dragged it out of the pig pen with one hand and asked Duan De to close the pen door.

He dragged him to the slaughtering area. The smell was very strong, much worse than the smell of pig shit in the pig pen. The smell was mixed with an insoluble smell of blood and filled Duan De's mouth, making him choke.

Tears streaming down my face.

He endured the discomfort and hurriedly followed him. The butcher was already waiting for him. He was pressing the pig he had carried onto the bench with one leg. He was holding the pig's head and pressing it down with one hand. The other hand was holding a special pig-killing knife with a thick back and a triangular head.

, the blade of the blade is pitch black, with no reflection at all. The blade is only one finger wide and is bright, filled with cold light.

The butcher waited for Duan De to come over, pointed his knife at the wooden barrel in the corner and said, "Hurry up and bring it over to collect the blood!"

Duan De hurriedly went up to set it up. He had seen pigs being slaughtered over there, and he basically understood the process. However, every time the butcher tried to stab him with a knife, he would avoid it. He couldn't avoid it. He stared blankly, butcher Duan raised his knife and fell on it.

He quickly stabbed the pig's neck with a knife and pulled it out. Blood gushed out like a faucet. The pig just grunted and struggled for a few times before it stopped moving. It looked like the pig was pressed down as firmly as a mountain without even moving.

Duan De admired the butcher, but felt a little trembling in his heart.

Killing chickens and killing pigs are two different things. Duan De is much stronger than Butcher Duan. When it was his turn, he pierced the pig with an iron hook but missed it, leaving a big bloody gash on the pig's face, causing it to scream crazily.

Running wildly in the pig pen, Duan De reacted so quickly now, he saw the right opportunity and hooked it again, eh?

The other side of the pig's mouth was pulled open due to excessive force. Duan De, who was furious, went up and kicked the pig's belly. The pig collapsed the stone fence, hit the wall again with a bang, and stopped barking.

, the entire pig body was almost folded into a right angle, and Duan the Butcher on one side was stunned on the spot! Duan De was also stunned, eh?

"So unbeatable?"

Butcher Duan came back to his senses and roared: "You stinky boy! You are so powerful, you can't destroy my family business." He ran up and dragged the dead pig, and quickly went over to patch it up and bleed it!

Butcher Duan only needs to kill three pigs every day. In the end, Butcher Duan personally catches the pigs and presses them. The butcher teaches him where to insert the knife and at what angle to stab the heart. He must pull it out immediately to avoid

The blood flowed into the internal organs and so on. Duan De fought for a long time and Duan Butcher couldn't stand it any longer.

"You kid, you can't do that! Here's the knife. I'm going to shave and disembowel my body later. I don't have that much time to waste with you."

Duan De crossed his heart and turned the sharp knife in his hand into a phantom, which suddenly came out again.

Huh? Looking at the edge of the knife, there is no blood. The butcher was also startled. He lowered his head and opened the wound with his fingers. The moment he said, "The blood came out with a loud slurp, all over the floor, and even splashed all over Duan De's head."

His face and body were covered, and the hot smell of blood flowed into his mouth. His eyes were filled with blood. Duan De threw away his knife and lay down in the stinky ditch to lay the piglet frantically. Butcher Duan held down the pig until it lost its breath.

He looked at his son with a complicated face, thinking that he is not even ten years old yet? Hehe, he is my son after all.

Duan De returned to Lao Dao's yard with a pale face. Lao Dao was setting up a pot to cook something in the yard. He caught a glimpse of Duan De and said disdainfully: "You are only suitable to sit outside and look at the legs of a big girl. You can also kill a pig."

Killed as if being chased by pigs."

Duan De was too lazy to pay attention to him. It wasn't the killing of pigs that was caused by the smell. He just couldn't stand the smell for a while. He went back to his room to practice martial arts for a long time before he could eliminate the burden on his mind caused by the smell. This would be the same if he killed people in battle in the future.
Chapter completed!