Da da da da!
On the training ground, wooden swords collided repeatedly. Lin Qiye put one hand behind his back, held the sword in his right hand, and moved forward step by step with steady steps.
Opposite him, Baili Pangpang retreated in panic, waving the wooden sword in his hand around, and could only barely parry.
Lin Qiye flicked his wrist and easily picked up the wooden sword in Baili Pangpang's hand, then took a big step forward, with the wooden sword hovering beside Baili Pangpang's neck.
"You are too strong, I can't beat you!" Baili Pangpang threw away the wooden sword in his hand, sat down panting, and spoke in annoyance.
"It's not that I'm strong, it's that you're too weak." Lin Qiye told the truth.
Cao Yuan, who was not allowed to touch the knife, sat quietly beside them, holding his cheek and watching the fight between the two. When he heard Lin Qiye's words, he nodded and expressed his deep agreement.
Baili Pangpang: …
"Baili Tuming, your basics are too poor. Go and practice the basics over there like them." Instructor Han Li walked up and said to Baili Pangpang.
Baili Pangpang had a sad face and joined the basic team next to him dejectedly.
"Lin Qiye..." Instructor Han Li frowned slightly, "Although your foundation is solid and your swordsmanship is proficient, but... I always feel like something is missing."
"What's missing?"
"Your sword only has the form but not the soul." Instructor Han Li organized his words, "Your sword is too rigid. It's OK to use it against ordinary people, but if you meet a real master, you will have a hard time.
How about this, let's practice together."
Instructor Han Li took a wooden sword from the shelf next to him, let his hands hang naturally, and stood in front of Lin Qiye in a casual manner.
Lin Qiye nodded, seriously assumed a fighting stance, and suddenly swung the wooden sword in his hand!
Da da da!
Instructor Han Li's seemingly loose standing posture suddenly became erratic, and the wooden sword in his hand slashed out like a ghost, easily blocking Lin Qiye's attack.
After swinging the sword three times in succession, Instructor Han Li narrowed his eyes, and the wooden sword in his hand seemed to have a soul, floating out gently like a snake and hitting Lin Qiye's wrist.
With just a slight sound, Lin Qiye's wooden sword slipped out of his hand and fell to the side.
Lin Qiye was stunned.
It was different from the last swordplay drill. The last time Instructor Han Li practiced with him, it was to teach the new recruits fixed swordplay techniques. In order to make it easier for everyone to see, he deliberately slowed down the speed. What's more, Lin Qiye had learned this swordplay technique from Chen Muye, so he could naturally block it easily.
But this sparring session was completely different.
Instructor Han Li made four consecutive slashes without any pattern to follow, and the wooden sword in his hand seemed to have a life of its own, so flexible it was terrifying.
In comparison, Lin Qiye's swordsmanship is particularly rigid.
"Did you feel it?" Instructor Han Li picked up the wooden sword for him and asked.
"Hmm." Lin Qiye frowned and thought, "But, how can I practice to overcome this rigidity?"
Instructor Han Li was silent for a moment. "Actually, although this problem is serious, it is not irreparable. It just takes a lot of time. This is the case for many martial arts masters in the mortal world. As long as they practice hard for 20 to 30 years, they can reach a very high level."
Hearing the words twenty or thirty years, Lin Qiye's face turned a little ugly.
"But I think the fundamental reason is not here." Instructor Han Li continued.
"what is that?"
"Have you ever thought that you are not actually suitable for using a knife? Or rather, you are not suitable for using this kind of knife." Instructor Han Li looked into his eyes.
Lin Qiye was stunned.
"To be honest, you are not very talented in using a knife. The truly talented people, even if it is their first time touching a knife, no matter how clumsily they wield it, will have an indescribable charm...
Unfortunately, I don’t see that in you.”
Instructor Han Li then said, "Of course, I'm not saying that you don't have the talent. There are so many people in the world, but not many of them are truly gifted. As long as you practice diligently, you will still achieve success in swordsmanship, but if you want to reach a higher level, it will be very difficult.
In fact, I have been talking for so long just to remind you that you may find a path that is more suitable for you. "
"A path that suits me better..." Lin Qiye muttered to himself.
Instructor Han Li patted his shoulder and said, "Think about it carefully. I'll go check on the others first."
After the instructor left, Lin Qiye stood there alone, holding a knife in his hand, seemingly thinking about something...
…
After the first day of purgatory, the following days became much better. Not only was the food in the cafeteria better, but there was also no perverted corporal punishment at any time.
Even so, the instructors' varied physical training every day still makes the recruits feel miserable.
After finishing a day of training, Lin Qiye slowly climbed onto the bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, his thoughts became confused.
Instructor Han Li's four strikes and his own stiff blocking movements kept appearing in his mind...
Maybe he was right, he was indeed not suitable for using a knife, but if he was asked to spend more than 20 years practicing with a knife, he still found it difficult to accept.
If he gave up using the knife, then... where would his future be
Lin Qiye fell asleep in a daze.
In his dream, he once again recalled the fear of being dominated by Chen Muye.
In the underground training ground, Chen Muye held two swords, and the sword power was like a hurricane, which made Lin Qiye breathless. He could only barely block a few attacks and then endure the pain of the wooden swords hitting his body.
But this time, he did not choose to escape.
He widened his eyes and used his mental power to carefully capture Chen Muye's knife, where it started and where it fell...
Gradually, the underground training ground disappeared, and Chen Muye's face became increasingly blurred. Only the two wooden swords in his hands and his every move were deeply imprinted in his heart.
Suddenly, Lin Qiye opened his eyes abruptly!
He sat up from the bed, his eyes as bright as the moonlight outside the window. After hesitating for a moment, he put on his clothes and quietly pushed the door open.
With the bonus of [Starry Night Dancer], Lin Qiye made no sound even when walking on the road. He was like a ghost in the middle of the night, quietly floating across most of the training camp and arriving at the empty training ground.
He walked to the martial arts arena, reached out and took two wooden swords from the rack, slowly closed his eyes, and Chen Muye's sword moves automatically emerged in his mind...
He moved.
In the night, in the moonlight,
He held two swords in his hands, like a flying midnight butterfly, agile and full of charm.
He opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as stars!
…
"Yawn!!"
At the Heping Office, Chen Muye sneezed violently.
Wu Xiangnan, who was watching TV on the sofa, tilted his head and asked, "Have you caught a cold?"
"Not really."
"You've sneezed a dozen times, haven't you?"
"I think someone might be missing me." Chen Muye said seriously.
Wu Xiangnan rolled his eyes.
"That's bullshit."