Martial: I Started The Technological Revolution In Ancient Times

Xiao Yun had seen a writer before in his previous life.    

It was about writing about the ancient style.    

He said that he could casually flip the collar of a certain period of time and even said, "Those who do big things don't need to pay attention to those details." This caused a wave of praise.    

Xiao Yun remembered it clearly.    

He also felt that it was quite right.    

It wasn't until he came to this world that he knew that fellow was farting.    

He wore a long cloak, a short robe, and no matter what kind of clothes he wore, when he closed his left and right sides, there were no locks or buttons. He could only tie them up with a rope. He needed to tie them inside and the clothes on the outside and the left side of his shirt. The inner side. The rope has to be on the left, and the outer rope has to be on the right. If it was the other way around, there would be no place to tie the right shirt.    

So whether it was the collar to the left or to the right, it had to be fixed from the moment the clothes were made!    

It couldn't be changed.    

When he thought back to the work from his previous life... he knew that the author didn't even wear a long robe before he started to write about the ancient style.    

No wonder that type of writer was looked down upon by society.    

Whether or not he earned this face or if someone else gave it to him was no longer important. In any case, that face was f * cking thrown away by him!    

Sixth Jiaang realized that the other party did not intend to give him face.    

In that case, whether or not he wanted face, he would either lose it or earn it himself.    

He took a deep breath.    

He directly removed the long saber from his back. With a shake of his hand, the copper ring made clanking sounds.    

"Good men! Now that this Jiang's flag has been hung and the travel fee has been paid, you still don't intend to let us pass. That might not be right, but if you have any Dao, just draw it out and I, this Jiang, will take it!"    

"Kekekekeke, the personal disciple of Skyblade Zhensan Chuan, the famous River Overturning Dragon. So it turns out that he is also a character with a fiery temper. That's good too. Since you want to show us your knife and horse, there is no need for us to hide it. Little Wen, go up and show off your skills, and give this group of people who have never seen the world a reminder. Sometimes, this person has to put his tail in his crotch. Hold it!"    

Sixth Jiaang naturally sneered.    

He narrowed his eyes and took a step back.    

This step was a courtesy.    

Even if the other party had done anything wrong, he could not be wrong. He could not leave anyone to talk to and damage the reputation of the pugilistic world.    

The person called Xiao Wen was the person who had caught the money bag earlier.    

He ran down the hill like a wisp of smoke.    

He faced the entire caravan alone, neither servile nor overbearing. He even stood in front of Sixth Jiaang with a face full of disdain.    

Sixth Jiaang was also sizing him up.    

This was a young man in his early twenties. He was not tall, but he was very thin and carried his back.    

Therefore, he looked very much like a monkey.    

And he had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.    

It held a Ghost Head Blade in its hand.    

It suited his figure perfectly.    

Just by looking at his attire, Sixth Jiaang understood that his opponent was skilled in attacking the lower three plates. With his small size and fast speed, he could indeed gain the upper hand in a one-on-one fight.    

It could be said to be one inch short, one inch close.    

Furthermore, it was very likely that the martial arts he practiced were also the same as earth boring knives.    

Seeing this, Sixth Jiaang subconsciously squatted down in the horse stance and lowered his body.    

Then he sneered and shouted, "What is it? Friend, you came down. Aren't you going to light it up?"    

The short youth laughed and flipped the Ghost Head Blade in his hand up and down before saying: "It's done. This is my ability."    

The corners of Sixth Jiaang's eyes twitched violently.    

This... was an insult!    

It was an actual insult.    

He took a deep breath.    

Then, he took out a silk cloth from his pocket.    

He threw it upwards.    

The brocade cloth danced in the air like a butterfly.    

At this moment, Sixth Jiaang suddenly struck out with his saber. With a flash of his saber, the brocade cloth was split into two, flying to the left and right.    

The long knife only flew up to the sky at this moment, but it stopped there in an instant.    

The thick and heavy blade buzzed.    

The copper ring trembled.    

"Alright!"    

The group of guards cheered in unison.    

Good!    

This kind of thing, as the saying goes, the laymen watch the show, while the insiders watch the tricks.    

It was very difficult.    

It was too difficult!    

There were not many people in the martial arts world who could do this.    

Even though it was just a piece of brocade cloth that was split open, the technology and power required was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.    

This kind of thing couldn't be done by just relying on strength.    

One had to find the most appropriate angle when the brocade was flying randomly. If one were to slightly deviate from the angle, one would not be able to split the brocade into two.    

The moment when he attacked, he also needed an angle.    

If the angle was even slightly deviated...    

The brocade cloth would be 'flung' away by the long blade, and it would not be so easily cut apart.    

More importantly, speed!    

If the speed was slightly slower, even if the brocade cloth was split open, it would still be sent flying by the power of the slash.    

It had to be so light and light, as if the brocade cloth did not even have time to react before it was directly split into two.    

This was precisely the martial arts realm of the phrase "lifting heavy as if it was light."    

Sixth Jiaang had once done one thing.    

He cut a person in half at the waist, but the other party did not know that he was already dead. He even cursed and raised his sword, ready to fight with his life on the line. However, as he walked, his legs went out, but his body stayed where it was. Then, he threw himself onto the ground.    

The man lowered his head to take a look. Then, he cried out in alarm. Only then did he die!    

It could be seen how powerful this slash of his was.    

Apart from this, what was even more rare was that when he was swiftly brandishing his saber, he was able to suddenly freeze the saber's body.    

This required strength that was even greater than the strength required to swing the saber!    

It was as if a horse could pull a carriage. As time passed, the carriage became faster and faster. Then... if he wanted the horse to stop the carriage, he would not be able to do so.    

Even if he used all the strength in his body, he would not have the strength to do so.    

Even if four or five horses used all their strength at the same time, they would not be able to stop the carriage in an instant.    

Similarly, if it was an ordinary martial artist, they wouldn't be able to stop the 50-kilogram long saber that was being swung rapidly just like that.    

The inertia was too great. The hilt of the saber had been grabbed, and the tip of the saber had yet to react, so it could only tremble there.    

The copper rings, in particular, wanted to rush out, but were stopped, so they were shaking crazily there.    

The more they shook, the more force he used to stop.    

As long as this move was used, ordinary bandits who blocked the way should retreat.    

This was called "Liang Liang."    

What was shown was an excellent weapon, a profound martial art.    

It allowed the other party to back out.    

After all, bandits also paid attention to the "price."    

Bandits were very much like wild beasts.    

Before doing something, one had to consider it carefully.    

He wouldn't easily make a move.    

If he failed, as the king of the mountain, he would not be able to find a doctor to treat the bandit in time. If he was seriously injured, it would be equivalent to losing his life. Even if he was lightly injured, he might still be seriously injured.    

Moreover, the weapons in this era often did not have any anti-rust treatment.    

That slash carried the property of tetanus!    

Therefore, even if the bandits were certain that they could take down the other party and defeat the other party, they would not be able to withstand a tragic victory.    

Therefore, once there was an expert like Sixth Jiaang in a merchant group, they would usually give the other party face.    

Because even if they won, Sixth Jiaang would still take away a few lives.    

A few lives and some money had to be measured.    

Whether it was worth it or not, it was unlikely.    

Sixth Jiaang's face was not red, but his heart was not beating. He put away the long knife and put it behind his back.    

After that, he said loudly, "This Jiang's move, can I make all of you give me some face?"    

The young man first nodded his head, then shook his head and said, "The knife is a good knife, and the knife is also a good knife technique. I can totally give you some face, but it's not necessary."    

"Hmm?"    

The young man also carried Ghost Head Blade behind his back, and then walked forward step by step.    

As he walked, he said, "Silk cloth is still an inanimate object, even if it floats in the air. As long as you slash more, you will know its trajectory. Knowing how to cut it down, people are alive. I will take the first step... You won't know where my second step will land. "    

Sixth Jiaang narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice," Young man, think carefully. At your age... It is rare to have such martial arts skills. If I have a few more years of training... You don't have to worry about entering the house and becoming famous in the martial arts world. If you die here... It's always a pity. "    

"You don't have to worry about that. What do you think? How about the two of us practice? "    

The corner of Sixth Jiaang's eye twitched.    

He said in a deep voice, "I'm happy to accompany you!"