The Peerless Way of Chopping Vegetables: Everything Can Be a Sword!

"Potatoes... potatoes again!"

In the kitchen of Changqinglou, Wushuang was looking at a mountain of potatoes in front of him with a bitter and resentful expression, as if these potatoes were his mortal enemies.

He held an ordinary kitchen knife in his hand, and next to him was his peerless sword case.

"I'm destined to be a sword immortal! A genius who will wield the Vermilion Bird of the Ming Dynasty and challenge the world with his sword! Why have I been reduced to cutting potatoes here every day?"

Wushuang grumbled indignantly, picked up a potato, and chopped it down hard.

"Snap!"

Because of excessive force, the potato was cut in half, and a piece even flew off and rolled into a corner.

"Sigh... I can't live like this anymore."

Wushuang sighed deeply, threw the kitchen knife onto the cutting board, and slumped into a chair, her face filled with utter despair.

He came here to work as a "chopping block" in order to learn Su Changqing's magical immobilization technique.

But so many days have passed, and all he's done is chop potatoes and radishes. Su Changqing hasn't even given him a second glance, let alone taught him any peerless martial arts.

"Have I been tricked? Did Su Changqing just want to scam me for free labor?"

Just as Wushuang was lost in thought.

"Squeak—"

The kitchen door was pushed open.

Su Changqing, dressed in a blue robe and carrying a steaming cup of Enlightenment Tea, slowly walked in.

He glanced at the potato peels scattered on the ground and the potato that had been chopped up haphazardly, and frowned slightly.

"Is this the vegetables you chopped?"

Su Changqing's voice was very soft, but it made Wushuang shudder and quickly stand up.

"Mr. Su... Mr. Su."

Wushuang lowered her head somewhat guiltily, but then raised it again defiantly, "This isn't my fault! I'm a swordsman, not a cook! This cleaver is too dull, it's not easy to use!"

"Is the knife dull?"

Su Changqing chuckled, put down his teacup, walked to the cutting board, and casually picked up the ordinary kitchen knife that Wushuang had rejected.

Whether a knife is dull or not depends not on the knife itself, but on the person using it.

"A true swordsman can use grass, trees, bamboo, and rocks as his sword. You can't even handle a kitchen knife, yet you want to wield the Peerless Sword Sheath?"

As he spoke, Su Changqing casually picked one out from the mountain of potatoes.

He didn't look at the potatoes or the cleaver; he simply waved his arms lightly and casually a few times.

Brush brush!

A very faint sound of wind breaking rang out, so fast that Wushuang couldn't even see his movements.

next second.

Su Changqing put down the kitchen knife.

The potato remained perfectly intact on the cutting board, looking exactly the same.

"This...that's it?"

Wushuang paused, somewhat puzzled. "Sir, did you cut it? The potato is still good."

Su Changqing didn't speak, but simply stretched out his finger and gently tapped the top of the potato.

wow-

The potato that had looked whole instantly fell apart!

It didn't turn into fragments, but into a long, continuous, and thin sheet!

Su Changqing held up the string of potato slices by one end, pointing it towards the sunlight streaming through the window.

Sunlight streamed through the potato slices, making each one crystal clear, and you could even clearly see the scenery behind them!

What's even more terrifying is that the thickness of each piece is exactly the same, as if it were measured with the most precise ruler, without the slightest error!

"This...this is..."

Wushuang's eyes widened, and her mouth opened so wide it could fit the potato inside.

He was also a master swordsman, so he could naturally see how terrifying this move was.

This is more than just knife skills! It's the ultimate control over power! It's a perfect understanding of the structure of objects!

To cut an irregularly shaped potato like this in such a short time, while ensuring that each slice is connected without breaking... what incredible micro-management skills that must require?

"The way of the sword lies in control."

Su Changqing put down the string of potato chips, looked at Wushuang who was staring blankly, and said calmly, "You are impatient and always thinking about pursuing powerful sword moves, but you have neglected the most basic control."

"You can't even control a static potato, yet you expect to control those thirteen sentient flying swords that might even turn against their masters?"

"Although the Peerless Sword Box is powerful, if you cannot truly control it, it will ultimately be just an external object, and may even become a burden to you."

These words struck Wushuang like a thunderbolt, hitting her hard in the heart!

He recalled the pain he felt each time he forcibly used the Great Ming Vermilion Bird, and the helplessness he felt when facing Xie Qidao.

It turns out, it wasn't that the sword wasn't strong enough, but that I wasn't strong enough!

I cannot wield this sword!

"I...I understand!"

A light rekindled in Wushuang's eyes, a light known as "enlightenment." "Thank you for your guidance, sir!"

"Good that you understand."

Su Changqing pointed to the basket of freshly bought soft tofu next to him, "Now that you understand, let's start practicing with this."

"Bean...tofu?"

Wushuang's lips twitched.

"That's right."

Su Changqing said with a serious expression, "When you can use your flying sword to carve a flower on this piece of tender tofu without breaking the tofu or losing any petals, then your swordsmanship will have truly reached a high level."

"Also, don't cut with your hands anymore, use your flying sword."

"Using flying swords? To chop vegetables? To carve tofu?"

Looking at the fair and tender tofu that seemed so delicate it could be broken with a touch, and then at his own gleaming flying swords, Wushuang felt his scalp tingle.

This difficulty level is like jumping straight from the beginner village to a hellish dungeon!

But looking into Su Changqing's unwavering gaze, Wushuang knew she had no way out.

"Okay! I'll practice!"

Wushuang gritted his teeth, pointed his sword, and shouted, "Cloud Shuttle! Go!"

A small, red flying sword flew out of its case and flew crookedly toward the tofu.

"Gently! Gently!"

Wushuang was sweating profusely as he tried to control the situation.

however.

"Pfft!"

The moment the flying sword touched the tofu, the poor piece of tofu instantly exploded into bean curd residue, splattering all over Wushuang's face.

"well……"

Su Changqing shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and walked out. "Practice slowly. I'll give you a raise when you've mastered it."

From that day on, a madman appeared in the kitchen of Changqinglou.

Every day before dawn, Wushuang would start staring blankly at a pile of vegetables.

At first, he used a flying sword to cut the potatoes into chunks, then slices, and then shreds.

The kitchen walls and floor were riddled with holes pierced by the flying swords, ruining countless knives and wasting countless ingredients.

Of course, they were all turned into pig feed for pigs.

But he did not give up.

He sought his rhythm in every failure and adjusted his mindset every time his flying sword went out of control.

He learned to feel the rhythm of the sword with his heart, and to integrate his will into the sword, making the flying sword an extension of his arm, rather than just a weapon.

Gradually.

His eyes changed.

He was no longer the impetuous and arrogant genius boy, but had become calm and reserved, like a sword with its edge hidden in its sheath.

a few days later.

The morning sunlight streamed into the kitchen.

Wushuang sat cross-legged in front of the chopping board, her eyes slightly closed, her expression solemn.

In front of him was a square piece of tender tofu, white as jade.

"rise."

Wushuang gave a soft shout.

The "Cloud Shuttle" sword silently appeared in the air.

This time, it didn't emit any sword cries, nor did it exude any killing intent; it was like a docile red dragonfly.

"Eagle".

The sword moves as the heart desires.

The red flying sword transformed into an extremely thin red thread, swiftly weaving and dancing around the piece of tofu.

No tofu crumbs flew up, and not even the thin film of water on the surface of the tofu was broken.

A moment later.

The red light faded, and the flying sword returned to its sheath.

Wushuang slowly opened her eyes and exhaled a long breath.

On the cutting board, the ordinary piece of tofu had transformed into a blooming white lotus flower!

The petals are layered and lifelike, and even the stamens are clearly visible!

Even more amazingly, the tofu pudding remained standing there steadily, without showing any signs of collapsing!

"It's done..."

Wushuang looked at the artwork, her eyes slightly moist.

Just then.

"Buzz—!!!"