The Wheel-Turning Master.

Chapter 1: Weaving Mats and Selling Shoes
In the 368th year of the Yu Kingdom, there was a severe drought in the northern border, and the land was barren for a thousand miles.

Although chaos broke out, the southern Lihua Province was peaceful.

Here in Huaxi County, the market at the city gate is extremely lively. There are vendors selling straw sandals, mung beans, and pork.

A burly, fat-faced man in his thirties walked up to the straw sandal stall.

The man's name was Niu Er, and he was a well-known scoundrel in the neighborhood.

Because it was summer, Niu Er was shirtless, revealing the three dragons tattooed on his back. He kicked the bamboo basket containing straw sandals and asked with a frown, "When did you start the stall? Are you well?"

Behind the bamboo basket was a boy of about sixteen or seventeen, with a pale face and sweat on his forehead. He was sitting on a small stool weaving straw sandals. He stood up quickly when he heard the noise and smiled, "Thanks to Second Master, I'm well today, so I came out to set up the stall."

As the young man spoke, he counted out ten coins and handed them over with both hands, very respectfully, "Second Master, this is the monthly allowance. I was thinking that if you didn't come today, I would send it to you next time."

Niu Er's face twitched, but he didn't take the money. Instead, he said, "The monthly allowance has increased. Starting from this month, it will be fifteen cents!"

"Why has the price increased so much? I'm running a small business and I've just recovered from a serious illness, so it's really difficult. Second Master, could you please give me some leniency for a few days?" The young man looked helpless.

"All the stall owners are selling at the same price!" Niu Er sneered, tapped the young man twice, and said, "The higher-ups have said that there is a disaster in the north, and we in the south have to help out. My Qinglong Gang cannot fall behind! Give you some leniency? Then who will give leniency to the disaster victims in the north?"

I don't know how these gang members have the nerve to say such things, but since we are under someone's roof, they come up with all kinds of excuses and the boy has no choice but to pay.

The young man paid with both hands, saying: "I hope you will take care of me in the future."

"You're quite well-behaved." Niu Er smiled wryly. He took the money and walked forward. He came to a stall selling peaches, picked up a bright red peach, wiped it with his hand, and put it into his mouth.

The young man stood there, silently watching Niu Er go away, then he sat down and weaved straw sandals again.

His name is Lin Bai, both his parents are orphaned. The skill of making straw sandals is inherited from his family.

Ten days ago, Lin Bai fell into the water and had a high fever ever since. Medicines did not work until this morning. During this period, he dreamed every day that he was living in another world.

In the dream world, there are tall buildings and bustling people. From birth, to toddling, to the sunflower class, then love, to the green tea pit, and then endless 996.

Finally, it seemed as if I had traveled through endless stars and time, and the self from another world returned to the self in this world.

Since then, he has awakened his past life memories and solved the mystery of his womb. The ignorant boy who weaves mats and sells shoes understands where he came from.

Of course, after gaining the memories of his previous life, Lin Bai also thought of many ways to make money, but he had no capital, so he went back to his old business.

Times are tough and life isn’t easy, you have to live well first.

When it was getting dark and the market was over, Lin Bai went home carrying his load.

Entering the courtyard, there are three dilapidated houses. This is also the legacy left by my parents. There is an old jujube tree in the courtyard, full of green fruits.

Go to the kitchen, add water to the pot, and then light the fire.

It was evening, the heat had not yet subsided, and the kitchen was very hot. Lin Bai put some firewood under the stove and sat at the kitchen door to rest.

He leaned his head against the door, closed his eyes, and emptied his mind. Then, a chaotic flash of light and shadow appeared, and Lin Bai appeared on a huge disc.

After recovering from his illness this morning, Lin Bai would appear here whenever he emptied his mind. He didn't know why.

This disc seems to be made of jade or something like that, but it is in tatters and has cracks everywhere.

It is also covered with strange patterns, and I don't know if they are patterns or some unknown text.

The stone plate is about a hundred feet in circumference, and the outer surface is shrouded in fog, making it impossible to see through.

Lin Bai couldn't figure out the origin of this stone plate, nor did he find anything special about it.

"It may be caused by that dream from another world. It is not clear what the purpose is."

Lin Bai walked around the disc several times but still got nothing, so he had to give up.

Open your eyes and return to the real world.

Lin Bai looked at the stove and saw that the fire was a little smaller, so he prepared to add more firewood. But when he turned over the firewood, a tattered wooden box suddenly fell down.

The box fell to the ground, revealing a rusty dagger and a torn booklet.

This is the relic left by my father. According to what my father said, he won money in the gambling house and treated a consumptive ghost named Li to a drink. The consumptive ghost said that he would not live long, so he left behind a short knife and a secret book.

Moreover, the consumptive ghost also said that if one could learn the flying knife skill by practicing according to the secret book, he would be able to never miss his target and could kill people from a hundred steps away.

Of course, Lin Bai's father didn't succeed. It wasn't because he didn't work hard, but because he didn't know how to read...

That's why Lin's father gritted his teeth and let Lin Bai study in a private school for a few years. But after Lin Bai learned to read, Lin's father died of a sudden illness due to overwork.

I found this item when I was sorting out my father's belongings a while ago. I was busy weaving straw sandals and had no time to spare, so I put it on the firewood pile and planned to look through it while cooking rice or porridge. Later, I fell ill and delayed this matter.

Lin Bai picked up the dagger and took a closer look. The dagger was about half a foot long, with a narrow blade, grooves on both sides, and a heavy tip.

Looking at the tattered book again, there was no text on the cover. When I opened it, I found that it was indeed a sword manual, which described the methods of using flying knives.

The words on the booklet were handwritten, the ink had faded and was barely legible.

The opening chapter states that the flying knife can never miss its target, but it is difficult to learn. One needs to train one's hearing and eyesight, as well as one's waist, arms, and wrists.

After that, he wrote about the training methods in detail. At the end, there were only two pages on how to use the flying knife and how to exert force.

There is also text on the last page, saying that if you have Qinggong and deep internal strength as a supplement, the power of the flying knife will be doubled, and you can face the first-class masters head-on. If you don’t have internal strength to support you, it’s best to sneak attack...

However, there is no method for practicing Qinggong and Neigong in the booklet.

Lin Bai quickly flipped through it and felt that this flying knife technique was not a scam.

Because it is so difficult to learn, it requires a lot of hard work.

Moreover, the person using the knife must be calm and decisive. The moment the knife is drawn is the moment when victory or defeat is decided.

What looks like a flying knife is actually the result of ten or even dozens of years of hard training.

The Yu State values ​​martial arts and has many martial arts sects.

But the cost of learning martial arts is also high. The cost of "eating" alone can keep most people away. Hiring famous teachers and making friends with fellow practitioners are also not small expenses. Some martial arts even require medicinal baths or even regular intake of pills.

All of this is bought with money, and even if you have money you may not necessarily learn the real skills. Skills are not easily passed on, and this is especially true for top-level skills.

Therefore, most ordinary people learn some simple skills to strengthen their bodies, or build up their strength, or learn some easy-to-learn sword or boxing techniques.

The times were tough, and weaving mats and selling shoes was not a way to make a living, not even able to protect oneself.

Now that the Yu Kingdom has been around for nearly 400 years, and the north is hit by a severe drought, a one-eyed stone man might be dug out of a puddle, or a post station clerk might lose his job, or a group of prisoners might miss their sentences...

By then, the whole world will be in turmoil, and ordinary people will be like grass under the great trend. Not to mention making money, I am afraid that even their lives will be in danger.

Therefore, it is still necessary to learn a self-defense skill. But now I can hardly eat, and I can't spare the time and energy to learn...

Lin Bai thought so and looked towards the stove, and found that the water in the iron pot had just boiled.

It takes about a quarter of an hour to boil water, and it took me about a quarter of an hour to look through the secret book just now. However, after entering the stone disk space just now, I clearly walked in circles for a long time, and it took at least two quarters of an hour...

"Could it be that the time on the stone disk is not the same as that of the outside world?"

Thinking of this, Lin Bai got up, put a handful of rice into the pot, and then lit a stick of incense.

Then he sat at the kitchen door again, holding a burning incense stick, closing his eyes and emptying his mind.

Soon, it appeared in the center of the stone plate again.

Everything here is the same as before, the disc is covered with mottled cracks and strange lines, and the outside is surrounded by mist.

Lin Bai closed his eyes and recalled the training methods in the sword manual, but found that he remembered them clearly in his mind.

I clearly only skimmed through it once and didn't take any real notes, but now all the contents of the booklet are clearly in my mind.

Even the slightly faded ink and paper texture on the pages were extremely clear.

"My memory and five senses have been enhanced here? So everything I see in the outside world can be clearly presented here?"

"Can I practice flying knife techniques here? First I need a flying knife..."

As he was thinking this, a mist flew in from the outside of the stone plate, and then a flying knife turned from virtual to real and appeared in the palm of his hand.

Lin Bai took the flying knife and looked at it carefully. The patterns were clear, the tip of the knife was heavy and the handle was light, there was a blood groove on it, and it felt real.

With another thought, the flying knife turned into mist and disappeared into nothingness.

"Words come true, things follow the mind? Is this the peculiarity of the stone disk space? What about time... I have to keep counting in my mind to judge the approximate time."

Thinking of this, Lin Bai immediately took a horse stance as written in the book.

The art of flying knives focuses on two points: steady hands and steady lower body. Therefore, the lower body, wrist strength and concentration should be trained first.

And horse stance is the most basic one.

I counted silently in my mind, and when I reached fifty, I could no longer hold on. My thighs felt as if they were filled with lead, and were sore, dry and painful.

Lin Bai stopped, rubbed his legs, and said to himself: "If practicing here is effective, can my physical condition be consistent with the outside world?"

"Anyway, let's try it first!"

Lin Bai did it right away and took up his horse stance again.

This time he persisted a little longer, and after a short break, Lin Bai repeated it again.

I don't feel hungry here and I have plenty of energy, just a little bored.

However, during the training, Lin Bai discovered that the mist outside the disc would also change, alternating between thick and thin. According to the silent counting in his mind, the mist would alternate between thick and thin once every day and night.

After two days of hard work day and night, Lin Bai could now easily hold the horse stance for half an hour.

"It's time to increase the strength." Lin Bai thought, and the mist condensed in his hands, forming two small stone hammers.

Each stone hammer weighs only two kilograms, and the weight can be increased slowly later to lay a solid foundation first.

Lin Bai stood in a horse stance with his arms stretched out, holding a stone hammer and looking forward.

After a while, I suddenly felt a burning sensation in my left hand.

Lin Bai immediately emptied his mind, then opened his eyes and found himself back in the real world.

The burning incense in his left hand had burned his skin, leaving only a section as long as his fingernail.

"It takes 25 minutes for a stick of incense to burn out... I stayed in there for about two days." Lin Bai calculated silently and came to the conclusion, "A hundred times the time difference?"

Thinking of this, he stood up again and stretched his body.

The thighs feel a little sore and the arms are dry. These are signs of over-exercise, which means that your strength is gradually increasing.

This means that the training within the disc space is effective, and the improvement of the physical condition is synchronized with the outside world.

"That means that one month in the outside world is equivalent to a hundred months in the inside? That's about... more than eight years! If I close my eyes for one month in the outside world, it is equivalent to more than eight years of practice in the stone disk space! My one month of effort is equivalent to eight years of practice for others!"

"No... Others can't practice all day and all night, but I don't get tired and can practice day and night. That's equivalent to multiplying it by two. One month is equivalent to others practicing for sixteen or seventeen years..."

"But you can't calculate it like that. Everyone has different talents and personalities. How can I say that my talents are good or bad?"

"Can I learn something else in here? I have memorized the sword manual deeply in my mind. At least my memory is not an obstacle."

Thinking of this, Lin Bai was full of confidence in the future. Whether it was learning martial arts, studying medicine or reading, his efficiency was much faster than others!
As long as you live well, you will become stronger and stronger!

Of course, the first thing is to get through this difficult time, and at the same time learn the art of flying knife to perfection!

This is the foundation of life! Then you can learn other things. You can't be a mat weaver and shoe seller for the rest of your life, right?
At this moment, the door suddenly rang, and the knocking was extremely urgent, as if it was urging someone to die.

(End of this chapter)