自創小說的集合地

However, there wasn't much progress. After all, a cleaver can be said to have more flaws in terms of attack compared to a regular dagger. And due to the nature of special knives, while regular knives only require wrist flexibility, kitchen knives like carving knives require more varied finger dexterity. Therefore, there are more areas to train and it needs to be more precise. Meanwhile, thanks to my suggestion, Di Pi seemed divinely assisted and progressed smoothly in training. Although his attack power was insufficient, even if the training opponent was Wen Yue, he couldn't defeat him head-on in a short time. After all, Wen Yue was also hesitant to get too close. Di Pi's shield, perhaps due to poor craftsmanship at the time, was made as a sample for life professionals. His shield is covered in thorns. Although it affects the shield's defensive capabilities, the intimidation during a counter-attack is no joke. Getting hit once would turn drinking water into a fountain. As for Hou Taotao, she became more and more adept with her long whip. Privately, Di Pi and I secretly encouraged her to try a thorny whip, and the result was... the wooden dummy in the training ground turned into wood chips. It was completely torn to shreds, leaving Di Pi and me with weak knees, having to support each other. And in front of Hou Taotao, we had to pretend to be calm. Men's competitive spirit must never show weakness in front of women. Even if our legs were shaking like sieves, we couldn't lose face.

When Chen Cheng moved into his new place, there was an old washing machine on the balcony. The landlord said the previous tenant left it, it still worked, and he could throw it away if he didn't like it. He tried it once. The washing machine ran fine, but the sound during the spin cycle was unusually loud, like something was banging around inside. He didn't pay it any mind and kept using it. One day, while doing laundry, he opened the lid to take the clothes out and found an item of clothing that didn't belong to him inside. It was a little girl's dress, pink, and soaking wet. He figured the previous tenant must have forgotten it and casually tossed it into the trash. The next day, he did laundry again, and the dress reappeared. This time, it was hanging on the washing machine lid, half-dry, as if someone had taken it out to air dry. Chen Cheng felt a chill. He stuffed the dress into a plastic bag and threw it into the communal dumpsters downstairs. That night, he did laundry, and the spin cycle sound started again. This time it was especially loud, the whole machine was shaking. He opened the lid— The dress was inside. But this time, it wasn't wet. It was dry, neatly folded, and placed on top of his most expensive shirt. He picked up the dress and found a note tucked into the pocket: "Thank you for washing my clothes. But you threw me away three times, and I was very sad." Chen Cheng put the dress back into the washing machine, closed the lid, and didn't dare touch it again. The next morning, he opened the washing machine. The dress was gone. Inside were only his clothes, all washed, spun dry, and neatly folded, stacked inside the machine. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was over. That evening, he was getting ready to shower and opened his closet to get his pajamas. Hanging in the closet was that pink dress. The size had changed, and it was now perfectly his size. He stood there stunned, slowly

Of course, I also secretly passed on some of my past life's shield warrior techniques to Dipi in private. However, since I hadn't learned them myself and couldn't reveal my past life, I could only tell him that they were from my wild, imaginative ideas. As for me, I was naturally reviewing my knife skills. Yes, not knife techniques, but knife skills. Of course, the materials for practice, besides beast meat, were the wild grasses around. However, I realized that as I practiced, my mind, which had become more refined after studying the Tao Te Ching recently, could actually trigger my second innate talent during practice. That is the 'Eye for Discerning Ingredients.' Originally, it could only identify specific parts of ingredients, meaning the locations where the ability was most concentrated. Combined with my refined mind, I could vaguely see the muscle fibers and blood flow, as if I had activated a form of X-ray vision or magnification. However, the duration was short, and I felt extremely fatigued after each use. And this fatigue couldn't be dispelled by meditation; it could only recover naturally. I know it might be related to my failure to successfully connect my middle and upper dantian yet. After all, the spiritual energy absorbed through meditation can be transported from the lower dantian to the middle dantian, but not to the upper dantian, so the ability cannot be replenished. Besides practicing knife skills, I also allocated time to understand the abilities of the little furball and its internal space. Since the senior specifically warned me, there must be something I don't understand. Additionally, I'm contemplating how to apply these knives in combat techniques. After all, I can't just wield kitchen knives and slash wildly on the streets like a 'Dual Blade Turkey'.

All in all, there were dozens of knives of various sizes, covering almost every type of kitchen knife from my previous life around the world. Of course, I didn't have so many just for show. I had specifically studied them in my previous life, learning everything from Japanese fish-filleting techniques, Chinese slicing and various knife skills, to Western precision cutting. However, in terms of offense, I haven't tried attacking people with a kitchen knife, but dismembering is definitely not a problem. But it doesn't seem to help with combat skills. "You three have really given me a difficult task, with all your unconventional weapons." As I turned, I saw Wen Yue rubbing his forehead, looking extremely frustrated. "Tell me, Hou Taotao, yours is at least a long whip... barely. But you two, one with a giant metal plate, and the other with so many weapons, how am I supposed to teach you?" "Hou Taotao, don't you chuckle either. Can that thing even be called a long whip? And don't hold it in your hand! That whip is covered in sharp spikes, what were you thinking?" "A normal whip strike might leave a red welt, but yours could take off a chunk of flesh! Do you really need to be that terrifying as a young lady? Put it away, you're forbidden from using it during lessons or training." "As for you two... forget it. I can't teach you either. At most, I can teach you some footwork. For the rest... good luck on your own." And so, for the next two-plus years of combat technique classes, Wen Yue mostly just answered our cultivation questions and guided our physical training and footwork, practically becoming Hou Taotao's exclusive tutor.

The old apartment building where Shen Li lived had no elevator, forcing her to climb five flights of stairs every day. She had a habit of counting the steps as she climbed. Sixteen steps per floor, eighty steps for five floors. She had counted for three years without a single mistake. One night, returning home, she counted to eighty and looked up, only to find herself on the third floor. Thinking she had miscounted, she climbed again. This time, she counted slowly, step by step. Sixteen: first floor. Thirty-two: second floor. Forty-eight: third floor. Sixty-four: fourth floor. Eighty: fifth floor. She had arrived. She took out her keys and opened her door. The next day, the same thing happened again. She counted to eighty and stopped on the fourth floor. She started to feel that something was wrong. She searched online for information about the building and discovered something strange: the building's original permit was for a six-story structure. But only five floors had actually been built. She asked the landlord, who said the developer had cut corners back then and never built the sixth floor, and the permit was never updated. "What about the stairs to the sixth floor?" The landlord paused for a moment. "You'll know when you go to the rooftop." Shen Li climbed to the fifth floor and pushed open the metal door to the rooftop. The rooftop was empty, with only a water tank and clotheslines. She walked to a corner and found a concrete staircase on the ground, extending downwards to a floor that shouldn't exist. She descended a few steps. The stairwell was dark, and the walls were covered in scratch marks, as if made by fingernails. At the end, there was a door. A piece of paper was taped to it, with messy handwriting: "Stop coming up here. We're living just fine." Shen Li froze. Just as she was about to turn away, a piece of paper slid out from under the door. It was new, with neat handwriting: "You count

Shen Jing was hungry late at night and ordered food delivery. The app showed the store had accepted the order and it would arrive in thirty minutes. He settled on the sofa, waiting, scrolling through his phone. Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. He opened the door, and the delivery person stood there, wearing a full-face helmet with the brim pulled low, obscuring their face. They held a paper bag and handed it to him. "Sir, your order." Shen Jing took the bag and found it strange—he had ordered hot soup, but the bag was cold, as if it had just come out of the refrigerator. He looked down at the order details. The food was correct, but an extra line had been added to the notes section, something he hadn't typed: "Please eat it while it's hot. It's no good when it gets cold." He looked up to ask the delivery person, but they were already gone. The hallway was empty, not even the elevator had moved. Shen Jing closed the door and placed the bag on the table. He opened it to find a bowl of soup, but the soup was black and smelled faintly of rust. He didn't dare drink it and threw the whole bag in the trash. The next morning, he opened his phone to leave a negative review for the store, but he couldn't find the order in his history. He searched for a long time, but last night's order had vanished into thin air. He assumed the app had malfunctioned and didn't think much of it. That night, the doorbell rang again. At the same time, the same delivery person, the same full-face helmet. This time, a note was attached to the paper bag: "You didn't eat it yesterday. Wasting food is not good." Shen Jing tried to close the door, but the delivery person reached out and held it open. Their hand was unnaturally pale, with dirt packed under the fingernails. "Sir," a muffled voice came from inside the helmet, "we have a rule at our store. Once the food is delivered...

After the academy's morning assembly ended, as they returned to the classroom to prepare for the general basic courses, several people noticed something placed on everyone's desks. Everyone looked puzzled, but no one opened theirs out of curiosity. "What are you looking at? These are your exclusive weapons. They were originally supposed to be made and given to you in the second year, but due to certain reasons, the country has decided to let you familiarize yourselves with them early." Yan Lili, who entered afterward, cleared up everyone's doubts. "However, be aware that if anyone is found using their exclusive weapon within the academy, leading to injury or even death, they will definitely pay a considerable price. The academy will absolutely not be lenient about this." "So, during regular training, try to use the training equipment provided by the academy as much as possible, unless there is truly no equivalent model to your exclusive weapon." "For now, put them away. We'll take a look during the combat skills class this afternoon. Take out your textbooks, and today we will continue discussing the types and characteristics of common mutated beasts." Well, it's back to class. Why did so many transmigration novels in my past life have system assistance? As a fellow transmigrator, I'm going to disgrace all transmigrators without one. The time quickly passed until the afternoon. All the trainees were excited, opening the packages containing their exclusive weapons and eagerly examining them. How to describe it? Perhaps like a geek finally getting their hands on a long-awaited limited edition figure. I was also observing my exclusive weapon, but I was much calmer. Not for any other reason than the fact that my exclusive weapon was actually the chef's knife that had accompanied me around the world in my previous life.

"First, congratulations to all the students present for successfully taking the first step in cultivation. I hope you will work even harder, and behind you..." The energetic academy head, with his thick hair, went on a long speech. "Now, as you all know the fate of those who left, I will tell you a statistic. This year, excluding students in lifestyle-related classes who do not need to cultivate, there were a total of 157,857 freshmen. 156,502 successfully passed the first absorption, with 1,355 casualties, and 926 deaths." "They were once your classmates, even roommates. You must remember to carry on for them. They all chose this path to protect humanity. We will not forget them, and we will protect their families for them." The headmaster is right. We cannot forget them, because they could have chosen not to cultivate, and if they hadn't, they wouldn't have lost their lives at such a young age. But they still chose this path, because behind us are more family members. Someone must walk this path to grow and protect humanity, otherwise, humanity will simply perish.

Chen Cheng found an old electric fan in the storage room of his rented apartment. It had green blades and a rusty metal grille, looking like it had been there for a long time. He wiped it clean and plugged it in. Surprisingly, it still worked, though it made a bit of noise. That night, he slept with the fan on. He woke up in the middle of the night, freezing, and found the fan still running, but its direction was facing the wall, not him. He got up, turned the fan back towards him, and lay down to sleep again. Not long after, he woke up cold again. The fan was once again facing the wall. He thought the vibration might have caused it to turn, so he didn't think much of it. This time, he secured the fan before sleeping. The next morning, he woke up to find the fan off. The plug had been pulled, and the cord was neatly wrapped around the base. He was sure he hadn't unplugged it. That night, he decided not to turn on the fan. In the middle of the night, he heard a buzzing sound coming from the storage room. He opened the storage room door. The fan was plugged in by itself and was running, facing a corner of the storage room. There was nothing in the corner. He unplugged it, moved the fan outside the main door, and locked it. The next morning, the fan was in the storage room, plugged in, and facing the same corner. Chen Cheng felt something was wrong. He crouched down to look at the corner. There was a patch of floor in the corner that was a different, darker color, as if something had been pressing on it for a long time. He used a screwdriver to pry open that section of the floor. Underneath was a yellowed photograph. In the photo, a little girl was squatting on the floor, facing the corner, her back to the camera. On the back of the photo was written: "She gets hot easily, so we need to run the fan for her in the summer." Chen Cheng froze. He remembered the landlord saying that a family used to live in this studio apartment before they moved out. But he didn't ask.

After understanding things with Wen Yue, I resumed my previous routine. However, through experimentation, I discovered that it's best to compress the spiritual energy absorbed into the lower dantian. Then, after condensation and compression in the lower dantian, it's sent to the middle dantian through the Bridge of Heaven and Earth. This aligns with the Taoist principles from my past life: refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, and refining spirit to return to emptiness. Gathering spiritual energy in the lower dantian corresponds to condensing essence, sending the refined essence and qi to the middle dantian is for storing qi, and as for storing spirit, I haven't yet succeeded in sending qi to the upper dantian. However, contemplating and experiencing the Tao Te Ching doesn't affect meditation and absorbing spiritual energy. Moreover, since I can't sleep at night at all, I've been substituting sleep with meditation. Gradually, the number of students who successfully absorbed their first wisp of spiritual energy began to increase, and a considerable number also disappeared. Fortunately, my roommates and Hou Taotao's roommates all safely completed the absorption and purification process. Of course, they also understood what those so-called 'departed' students meant, and like me at first, they experienced the shock and purification of life for the first time. Later, chatting with them privately, I learned that absorbing spiritual energy isn't limited to the three dantian locations; hands, feet, and the back can also be the initial absorption points. Usually, these initial absorption points don't pose a life-threatening danger. Another two months passed, and all the freshmen who entered the academy this year completed their first spiritual energy absorption process. The academy's high command organized an all-academy morning assembly, and all the freshmen gathered in the training grounds.