Endless Rebirth

Haizi, whose full name is Chang Hai, is from the north. His parents died when he was 16 years old. He went out to make a living alone. He learned good cooking skills and fled to the south because he offended someone. He once saved the life of the boss Xiong, and his feet were also there. Time is broken.

He is not handsome, he has the roughness of a northern man, but he has more of a delicate mind and a good brain. Even though he usually doesn't speak, he looks like a mute, but when the male boss has any hesitation, he usually Have to discuss it with him.

With his body disabled and his will gone, some thoughts have faded away. The eldest son has not gotten married even when he is young. I heard that he plans to be a loner and live alone until he grows old. At most, he will ask the Yang family to help collect the body and bury it on a random hill.

Just such a person, but he is good at swordsmanship. How good is it?Just look at the scene in front of you.

The densely packed pine wood was split evenly, with almost the same size, shape, and even weight. The diligent Uncle Haizi stacked them one by one beside the wall outside the kitchen. The protruding eaves and a tattered tarpaulin can block the rain from time to time. .

On the cement paved ground, all kinds of dried vegetables have been moved. In order to avoid being too violent in the next movement, even some flower pots that have not been moved on weekdays have been moved. The front yard has been locked and the back door is closed. Close, a war is about to break out.

The afternoon sun is less violent and more gentle. It moves slowly westward with nostalgia. The golden light disappears and appears in the sky. It shines through the clouds onto this empty field. While setting off a fire in the sky, it will also ignite the ground. of flame.

Yes, Uncle Haizi's sword skills were so good that Chen Feng couldn't help but try them out.

Time is up and rewind... (Who dares to throw bricks?)

Chen Feng, who had been busy all morning publishing the novel, finally settled his worries. In a good mood, he happily typed for more than an hour, and did not get up until about eleven o'clock to prepare lunch.

As the time spent cooking continued to increase, his skills became more and more refined. Because he liked it, it was considered a hobby, so he naturally enjoyed it. In order to supplement his body's nutrition, he had been cooking various kinds of food in various ways over the past few days. Growing vegetables, the taste is a bit boring.

It's like eating big fish and meat every day. When you get tired of eating, you will miss green vegetables and tofu. You can use it to rinse your mouth, wash your stomach and so on. At that moment, he remembered the dragon whiskers that Uncle Haizi made that night. The noodles, the nostalgic taste, and the refreshing taste completely made his heart beat.

As the saying goes, action is worse than heartbeat. If you want to do it naturally, do it in the most authentic way. He knows how to do it. What is missing is just the ingredients. Seeing that there is enough time, he hurriedly turned off the fire and collected the water. He took off his apron and put on his shoes and ran out to the vegetable market.

We have cuttlefish at home, as well as eggs and peas. Well, we just need to buy prawns, mushrooms, clams, and fish meat. I finally bought them all, but I remembered halfway through that I didn’t buy noodles. I just stood up and wanted to go back, and suddenly my heart moved. , why not go to Uncle Haizi’s place?

Boss Tianxiong called back yesterday and said that he still had things to do in the city and wouldn't be able to come back soon. He asked Chen Feng to walk around the factory more and don't let Uncle Haizi be lonely at home. Chen Feng naturally couldn't. No, I heard his words were vague about that matter, so I didn’t ask any more questions.

Now that I want to eat dragon beard noodles, why not let Uncle Haizi come to the house?Not only can you eat authentic Longxu Noodles this way, but you can also introduce Uncle Haizi to Datou and the others, so that Uncle Haizi can go out and move around more, instead of letting him stay at home all the time, right?

Thinking of this, Chen Feng immediately admired himself. Without hesitation, he took a shortcut onto the mountainous road and arrived at the auto repair shop.

He didn't go through the main entrance because Boss Xiong was not at home, so Uncle Haizi locked it. Unless Chen Feng was itchy or he was in the mood, he would open the door to do business. He went in through the side door in the backyard. He heard something before he could even open the door. There was a very regular sound of chopping vegetables.

He was also a good cook, so of course he was curious about Uncle Haizi's knife skills, so he opened the door and saw something that surprised him. On the concrete field illuminated by the sun, he saw a person emitting golden light. He was sitting on the bench, head lowered, holding a kitchen knife, um, chopping radishes.

Well, that's not the point, nor is the golden light. The point is that Uncle Hai Zi's hand speed is extraordinary. According to Chen Feng's monster-like picture memory, after digestion, it is estimated that it has reached an average speed of eight swords per second.

How amazing it is!

Let’s just talk about Chen Feng. After constant training and unknown energy grooming his body day and night, his current hand speed is only one point and five strokes per second. Even at his peak, it was only three strokes per second. more.

And even this level is enough to make up for the lack of skill, and the European intelligence community can't fall. Uncle Haizi in front of him...

Of course, considering the weight and type of the kitchen knife, this speed is still acceptable, but it is enough to shock Chen Feng. After the shock, he naturally felt itchy from the bottom of his heart. Such a master would not ask for advice in front of him. Isn't it a pity?

Well, here I want to correct a small point of view for you readers, that is, don't underestimate a cook. When Uncle Haizi's knife speed is beyond ordinary people, he will definitely reach the point where one method can be used to understand all methods.

A simple example, if Uncle Hai Zi were to kill someone, a man who is 1.9 meters tall and weighs [-] kilograms. Face to face, both of them have weapons. I am afraid that he only needs two swords to kill him. The reason for using two swords is that one is for shooting; It's a change of moves, the two are connected, and because of the amazing speed, there is only one move in the eyes of ordinary people.

The speed is so fast that the blade is invisible, which is very scary.

Chen Feng had only seen such masters among the teachers in the special agent camp, at least not among his group of graduates. The best ones were only half a move faster than him, which was three moves per second. Order five knives.

If you want to reach the level of Uncle Haizi, it's not just water grinding. There are many ways to do it, including the use of palm muscles, texture control, force exertion techniques, finger bone training, and Nervous reaction and eyesight exercises, etc.

In short, it is a very troublesome thing.

The camera pulled back, and Chen Feng had already walked up to Uncle Hai Zi. With excitement in his eyes, he looked straight at the radish strips jumping from the cutting board on the bench to the dustpan on the ground.

He walked forward, reached out and took a few radish strips in the dustpan and put them in his palm to observe carefully. As expected, the thickness was very uniform and they were all very regular long strips.

"Xiao Feng is here?" Uncle Haizi's hoarse voice sounded.

"Uncle Hai!" Chen Feng threw away the carrot sticks and stood up and said, "You really hide your secrets."

Although I knew Uncle Haizi was not easy at the first meeting, I didn't expect it to be so amazing. His hand speed almost reached the limit of human beings. Especially considering Uncle Haizi's age, this was not easy.

"It's just some little tricks, what's so hidden?" Uncle Haizi shook his head and said. He kept moving, but his speed subconsciously slowed down. Chen Feng could clearly feel this.

"Uncle Hai hasn't eaten yet? Why don't you go to my house and have some together?" Chen Feng smiled nonchalantly and said, "I kind of want to eat the dragon's beard noodles made by Uncle Hai."

"It's not easy to eat noodles. Uncle Hai can make them for you. Forget it, go to your house. I don't like the excitement and am afraid of strangers." Uncle Haizi refused.

"That's not okay. Uncle Xiong told me to treat you well." Chen Feng smiled brightly. If this is a trick, then what is real skill?If it spreads, a large number of people will be embarrassed to death.

Haizi was a little stunned when he heard this, but he quickly came to his senses, shook his head and said, "This is not good. After all, Uncle Haizi is so many years older than you, and he can't talk to young people like you."

"Why can't we talk about it? Can't we talk about your sword skills together?" Chen Feng said with a smile, "If you don't go back with me, then we will have a test. I want to learn your clever skills, kid. .”

"It's not a good idea, I'm just an unsatisfactory cook. I'm old. My health is failing. I'm already past the age of competition. Let's go. It's getting late. I have to cook." It's rare to see him. Uncle Haizi looked like he was chasing people away.

Chen Feng didn't have any shame. Not only did he not leave, but he pestered him and said, "Uncle Hai, you are not only being humble when you say this, but you are also trying to make us feel ashamed. Let's stop talking about it. How about not using the real guy?" ?If you don’t agree, I won’t leave.”

Being entangled by Chen Feng helplessly, Uncle Haizi looked at him calmly and said, "You really don't want to leave?"

"I'm not leaving." Chen Feng said with a smile.

"Then just stand." Uncle Haizi packed up his things and walked to the kitchen expressionlessly.

Chen Feng was not willing to give up, so he hurriedly ran to him, stretched out his hands, and said stably, "Just two moves, let me see your hand speed?"

Uncle Haizi rolled his eyes, his round eyes turned white. At first glance, it was quite chilling, but Chen Feng was not afraid, and was just trying to compete with him for nothing.

A thousand-year-old virgin, she was also afraid of water (death), grinding (tanglement), kungfu (death), and husband (beating). It took more than half an hour before Uncle Haizi finally nodded helplessly. There was no way, if he didn't satisfy the boy in front of him. (Why does it sound so awkward?), I’m afraid I won’t be able to eat today.

So, Chen Feng, who was very happy, diligently moved the things in the yard. He took the freshly cut radish strips into the house as quickly as possible. He put the flowerpots one by one at the stairs with one hand, and all kinds of dried vegetables on the ground. They were all gathered up and put aside. After a few moments, the place was empty, and the scene of the above-mentioned confrontation between the two people occurred.

Two people, one large and one small, were holding wooden sticks about half a meter long and as thick as a baby's arms. They stood opposite each other. At this time, the sky was changing. The cold wind blowing from the north moved the clouds, and the originally warm sunshine What a coincidence that it was covered.

The sunlight was swallowed up by the shadows little by little, and the shadows of the originally slender houses were constantly compressed, gradually blocking the white field. The breeze coming out of the alleys and corridors picked up dust and sleeves, giving the whole scene a more cinematic feel. The sense of picture that can only be found in this movie.

(Okay, I have to admit that I have made up the word count, so I won’t let them fight in this chapter. They are so willful. See you in the next exciting chapter...)