Ta-ta-ta-ta!
On the training ground, wooden knives collided one after another. Lin Qiye put one hand behind his back and held the knife in his right hand, moving forward step by step with a steady pace.
Opposite him, Baili Pangpang retreated in panic, waving the wooden sword in his hand wildly, and could only barely parry.
Lin Qiye flicked his wrist and easily opened the wooden knife in Baili Pangpang's hand, and then suddenly stepped forward, with the wooden knife hovering near Baili Pangpang's neck.
"You are too strong, I can't beat you!" Baili Pangpang threw away the wooden knife in his hand, sat down panting, and spoke angrily.
"It's not that I'm strong, it's that you are too weak." Lin Qiye told the truth.
Cao Yuan, who could not touch the sword, sat silently next to him, holding his cheek and watching the battle between the two. Hearing Lin Qiye's words, he nodded and expressed deep agreement.
Baili Pangpang:…
"Baili Tu Ming, your foundation is too poor. Just go to the side and practice the basics like them." Instructor Han Li stepped forward and said to Baili Pangpang.
Baili Pangpang cried and joined the basic team next to him dejectedly.
"Lin Qiye..." Instructor Han Li frowned slightly, "Although your foundation is very solid and your sword skills are very proficient, but... I always feel that something is missing."
"What's missing?"
"Your sword has a shape but no soul." Instructor Han Li sorted out his words, "Your sword is too rigid. It can be used to deal with some ordinary people, but if you meet a real master, It will be very difficult.
Well, let's practice sparring. "
Instructor Han Li took down a wooden knife from the shelf nearby, his hands naturally drooped, and he stood in front of Lin Qiye casually.
Lin Qiye nodded, took a fighting stance seriously, and suddenly swung the wooden sword in his hand!
Da da da!
Instructor Han Li's seemingly loose stance instantly became erratic, and the wooden sword in his hand slashed out like a ghost, easily blocking Lin Qiye's attack.
After swinging three swords in succession, instructor Han Li narrowed his eyes. The wooden sword in his hand seemed to have a soul. It floated out gently like a snake and hit Lin Qiye's wrist.
With just a soft sound, Lin Qiye's wooden knife came out of his hand and fell aside.
Lin Qiye was stunned.
Different from the last sword technique drill, the last time Instructor Han Li sparred with him was to teach the new recruits fixed sword techniques, and in order to let everyone see clearly, the speed was slowed down a little, not to mention this sword technique. Qiye learned from Chen Muye, so he could block it easily.
But this sparring session was completely different.
Instructor Han Li struck out four times in a row without any pattern, and the wooden sword seemed to have a life of its own in his hand, and it was frighteningly flexible.
In comparison, Lin Qiye's sword skills were particularly rigid.
"Do you feel it?" Instructor Han Li picked up the wooden knife for him and asked.
"Yeah." 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 kind of 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 world. As long as they practice hard for twenty or thirty years, they can reach a very good level." A high realm."
Lin Qiye's expression turned ugly when he heard the words "twenty or thirty years".
"However, I feel that the most fundamental reason is not here." Instructor Han Li continued.
"what is that?"
"Have you ever thought that you are actually not suitable for using a knife? In other words, you are not suitable for using this kind of knife." Instructor Han Li looked into his eyes.
Lin Qiye was stunned.
"To be honest, your talent in using a knife is not very high. Those who are truly talented will have an indescribable charm even if it is their first time touching a knife, no matter how clumsily they wield it...
It's a pity that I didn't see it in you. "
Instructor Han Li then said, "Of course, I'm not saying that you don't have this talent. There are so many people in the world, but there are not many people who truly have unique talents. As long as you practice diligently, you will still achieve success in your sword skills, but If you want to reach a higher realm, it is very difficult.
In fact, I said it for so long just to remind you that you may be able to find a path that is more suitable for you. "
"A path that is more suitable for you..." Lin Qiye murmured to himself.
Instructor Han Li patted his shoulder and said, "Think about it for yourself. I'll go check on others first."
After the instructor left, Lin Qiye stood there alone with a knife in his hand, seeming to be thinking about something...
…
After the first day of purgatory, the days that followed became much easier. Not only did the food in the cafeteria show my conscience, but there was no perverted corporal punishment that appeared at every turn.
Even so, the instructors' varied physical training every day still made the recruits miserable.
After a day of training, Lin Qiye slowly climbed into bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, his thoughts became chaotic.
In his mind, instructor Han Li's four swords and his own stiff blocking movements kept appearing...
Maybe he was right, and he was not suitable for using a knife, but if he was asked to spend more than twenty years practicing swordsmanship, he still couldn't accept it.
If he gives up using the knife, then... where is his path
In a state of confusion, Lin Qiye fell asleep.
In his dream, he once again recalled the fear of being dominated by Chen Muye.
In the underground training ground, Chen Muye was holding two swords. The force of the swords was like a strong wind, which made Lin Qiye breathless. He could only barely block a few attacks, and then resisted the pain of the wooden swords hitting his body.
But this time, he didn't choose to escape.
He widened his eyes and used his mental strength to carefully capture Chen Muye's knife, where it came from and where it fell...
Gradually, the underground training ground gradually disappeared, and Chen Muye's face became increasingly blurred. Only the two wooden knives in his hands were left, and each move was deeply imprinted in his heart.
Suddenly, Lin Qiye opened his eyes!
He sat up from the bed, his eyes as bright as the moonlight outside the window. After hesitating for a moment, he got dressed and quietly pushed the door open.
With the addition of [Starry Night Dancer], Lin Qiye still made no sound even when walking on the road. Like a late night ghost, he quietly drifted through most of the training camp and arrived at the empty training ground.
He walked to the martial arts stage, reached out and took down the two wooden knives from the stand, and slowly closed his eyes. Chen Muye's sword skills automatically appeared in his mind...
He moved.
Under the night, in the moonlight,
He held two swords in his hands, like a flying midnight butterfly, agile and with hidden charm.
He opened his eyes, and his eyes were as bright as stars!
…
"Ayawn!!"
In the Peace Office, Chen Muye sneezed violently.
Wu Xiangnan, who was watching TV on the sofa, tilted his head and said, "Have you caught a cold?"
"It doesn't look like that."
"You don't even look like you've sneezed a dozen times?"
"I think someone may have missed me." Chen Muye said seriously.
Wu Xiangnan rolled his eyes.
"Bullshit."