After all the sacrifices have been made to speed pass, who is still practicing hard skills?

Chapter 33: Take heart
  Deng Yan's family background can only be regarded as average. It is not a big house but a slightly old courtyard. There are not many people in the house. From the outside, there are only some traces of martial arts practice on the ground.

Jiang Che stood outside the courtyard and looked at it, then instructed Xu Chenghu to knock on the door.

soon.

Deng Yan, carrying a long knife, walked out of the back room and opened the door. When he saw that the people who came were Jiang Che and his party, a look of surprise flashed across his dull face.

"How's the injury?"

Jiang Che's attitude at this moment was in great contrast to that of his previous days at the school. At that time, he was domineering and did not take the people from the former Xicheng Military Camp into consideration. Now, he is like an old friend.

"It's not bad."

Deng Yan subconsciously glanced at his left arm.

Jiang Che's punch landed firmly on his forearm. If he hadn't reacted quickly and gathered his remaining inner energy here, he would have been interrupted on the spot, but Rao was prepared.

He still injured his muscles and bones and needed to rest for some time.

Fortunately, it was his left arm that was injured. If it was his right arm, then most of his strength would have been lost.

"Don't you want me to come in and sit down?"

Jiang Che asked with a smile.

Whether from previous investigations or his own contacts, Jiang Che has basically been able to judge what kind of character Deng Yan is.

Lonely, dull, taciturn, and addicted to knives.

A complete martial arts idiot who doesn't even understand normal human ways.

Otherwise, with Deng Yan's strength, as long as he drills more camps, Xicheng Military Camp will have an extra deputy commander.

"please."

Deng Yan turned sideways and bowed slightly to show his respect for Jiang Che.

He was unsophisticated, but he was in awe of Jiang Che's strength.

He was younger than him but far more powerful than him. Such people were worthy of his awe, but he despised those officials in the county who only knew how to plunder the people's wealth and stuff themselves with fat.

The house that Deng Yan lived in was even more simple. Apart from a table and a bed, there was only a knife stand with more than ten long knives placed on it.

The styles of the long knives are exactly the same, the only difference is that they are divided into wooden knives, rusty knives, broken knives, and intact long knives.

As soon as Jiang Che came in, he was attracted by this knife rack and couldn't help but look at it.

"My subordinate practiced swordsmanship when he was twelve years old. It has been ten years since I started practicing wooden swords. These are my testimony over the years." Deng Yan said solemnly.

"Have perseverance."

Jiang Che couldn't help but nodded.

Only then did I understand why Deng Yan’s foundation was so solid.

When he competed with his opponent, he relied entirely on his cultivation and his masterful bullfight skills. At the beginning, Deng Yan didn't appear to be defeated. It was just because he was too exhausted that he had to take risks.

If Deng Yan had enough physical strength, it might still be unclear who would win and who would lose.

"My subordinates only have perseverance but no talent." Deng Yan smiled mockingly to himself.

"That's just you putting the cart before the horse."

"What do you think, sir?"

"Your foundation in swordsmanship is indeed very solid, but in my opinion, one's cultivation is the foundation of one's body. If your cultivation goes further and reaches the bone-forging realm, how powerful can you be with each move?"

This is Jiang Che's view.

"This"

Deng Yan wanted to refute, but was speechless when facing Jiang Che who defeated him.

"Of course, I'm not saying that it's not good to focus on sword skills, but the two should go hand in hand. Only by practicing martial arts with one's own body can one cultivate the right way of martial arts. However, everyone has their own opinions.

Which one is right or wrong will take time to prove. "

"Your Majesty's teachings will be remembered by my subordinates."

Deng Yan nodded.

in the courtyard.

Deng Yan made a pot of wild tea, poured a few cups, and served it to several people. "The conditions are simple, please don't blame me."

"Hahaha, you are looking down upon Jiang. Just a few months ago, I was just a fisherman in Qinglinjiang. It was only by chance that I got to where I am today.

This wild tea is just right for your taste. "

Jiang Che picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

It's not as good as Liu Zhi's pot of meditation tea, but this ordinary wild tea has a unique flavor.

"My subordinates have also heard of your past and are deeply in admiration."

A fisherman turned around in ten months.

It can be called a model of counterattack.

At least he couldn't.

For example, his family was considered a wealthy family before, but it was only because of martial arts that it fell to this point. However, Deng Yan always believed that as long as he could take a further step, he would be able to get some of the things outside of him.

"Jiang has heard about you a long time ago."

Jiang Che smiled lightly.

"Even if my subordinate has some reputation, I'm afraid he's just pedantic and addicted to swordsmanship, right?"

"What's wrong with this? Only by perseverance can you succeed. If you can be invincible to Yanggu and defeat all the masters in the surrounding area with the sword in your hand, then they will only be in awe."

"Sir, do you think so too?"

Deng Yan raised his head, a flash of fire flashing in his eyes.

"Otherwise, why would I come here?"

"My lord, good views."

Deng Yan clasped his fists sincerely.

"Hey, this is not a government office, so why bother calling me an official? You can be considered a sweetheart. You and I can just call each other brothers." Jiang Che waved his hand, showing no concern.

"me."

A warm current surged through Deng Yan's heart.

If Jiang Che is not his opponent, then being with him as an equal would be to win over and appease him. However, with his little strength, he is not Jiang Che's enemy at all, but he still gives himself enough courtesy.

This made Deng Yan feel a little ashamed at the moment.

"I'm not going to hide it from you. I'm here for a visit and to tell you something."

Jiang Che struck while the iron was hot and continued.

"Sir, please speak."

Deng Yan said quickly.

"Jiang recognizes your strength and character. Logically speaking, you have a good chance of becoming the deputy commander, but I robbed you of this opportunity."

"My lord, you don't have to be like this. I actually understand that even without my lord, it would be difficult for me to be the deputy commander. I was just unhappy that day."

Deng Yan shook his head. Of course he knew that there was no hope of climbing to a high position unless he had the support of someone else.

"As long as you can think about it. In fact, your shortcoming now is that you have a backer, and I can give it to you."

"Give me?"

"Everyone knows that Commander Liu and I are both confidants of Lieutenant Zhu, and I have only been in the position of deputy commander for a short time. After that, I will recommend you to Lieutenant Zhu."

Jiang Che started to draw cakes to fool honest people.

But the effect is surprisingly good.

After hearing Jiang Che's promise, Deng Yan immediately stood up and bowed:

"Your Majesty will not abandon you. From now on, my subordinates must die for you in order to repay your kindness."

"Huzi, bring the wine."

Jiang Che looked solemn and raised the wine bowl. Then he immediately took out the prepared knife and cut open his palm, dripped a few drops of blood, and raised it high to the sky:
  "Brother Deng is indeed a man of good temperament, and I, Jiang Che, have always been a trustworthy man. Today, I will pour my blood into the wine as my promise to you. Within half a year, I will help you become the deputy commander!"

(End of this chapter)