Chapter 105 Road

　　Da da da da!

　　On the training ground, wooden swords clashed one after another, Lin Qiye had one hand behind his back, his right hand held the sword, and he took one step forward at a steady pace.

　　On the opposite side of him, Baili Chubby panicked and backed away, the wooden sword in his hand swinging about, only barely able to parry.

　　Lin Qiye flicked his wrist and easily picked apart the wooden knife in Baili Fatty’s hand, then took a violent step forward, the wooden knife hovering by Baili Fatty’s neck.

　　You’re too strong, I can’t beat you! Baili Fatty dropped the wooden knife in his hand, panting, sat down, chagrined and opened his mouth.

　　It’s not that I’m strong, it’s that you’re too weak. Lin Qiye spoke the truth.

　　Cao Yuan, who couldn’t touch the sword, sat silently next to him, resting his cheeks to watch the battle between the two, and when he heard Lin Qiye’s words, he nodded his head in deep agreement.

　　Baili Chubby: ……

　　Baili Tu Ming, your foundation is too poor, go practice your foundation next to them first. Instructor Han Li walked forward and said to Baili Fatty.

　　Baili Chubby cried and hung his head and joined the basic team next to him.

　　Lin Qiye …… Han Li Instructor s brow wrinkled slightly, Although your foundation is very solid, and the sword method is also very skillful, but …… I always feel that something is missing.

　　What is missing?

　　Your knife, in vain, has its shape, but not its soul. Han Li instructor organized the language, your knife is too stereotyped, used to deal with some ordinary people can be, but if you meet a real master, it will be very difficult.

　　Let’s do it this way, let’s practice against each other.

　　Instructor Han Li took a wooden sword from a nearby shelf, his hands naturally hanging down, and stood somewhat casually in front of Lin Qiye.

　　Lin Qiye nodded and took a serious combat stance, the wooden blade in his hand suddenly swung out!

　　Da da da–!

　　Instructor Han Li’s seemingly loose standing stance instantly fluttered, and the wooden blade in his hand chopped out as if it were a ghost, easily blocking Lin Qiye’s offense.

　　After swinging away three consecutive slashes, Instructor Han Li’s eyes narrowed, the wooden blade in his hand seemed to have a soul as if it had a soul, floating out gently like a swimming snake and striking Lin Qiye’s wrist.

　　With just a soft thud, Lin Qiye’s wooden blade came out of his hand and fell aside.

　　Lin Qiye was stunned.

　　Unlike the last knife drill, the last time Instructor Han Li sparred with him, it was for the purpose of teaching the recruits the fixed knife technique, and in order to be able to let everyone see it, it was slowed down a bit, not to mention that this knife technique Lin Qiye had learned from Chen Muye, so naturally he was able to block it down with ease.

　　But this sparring session was completely different.

　　Instructor Han Li made four swords in a row without the slightest bit of regularity, and it was as if the wooden sword had a life of its own in his hands, terrifyingly flexible.

　　In comparison, Lin Qiye’s blade technique was especially rigid.

　　Feel that? Instructor Han Li picked up the wooden blade for him and asked.

　　Hmm. Lin Qiye frowned and pondered, But, how do I practice to overcome this rigidity?

　　Instructor Han Li was silent for a moment, in fact, although this kind of problem is serious, it is not irreparable, it just takes a lot of time, many martial arts masters in the mortal world are like this, as long as they practice hard for twenty to thirty years, they can also arrive at a very high level.

　　Hearing the words twenty to thirty years, Lin Qiye’s face was a bit ugly.

　　However, I don’t think the most fundamental reason is here. Instructor Han Li continued.

　　Then what is it?

　　Have you ever thought that you’re not actually suited to using a sword? Or rather, not suitable to use this kind of knife. Instructor Han Li looked him in the eyes.

　　Lin Qiye froze.

　　To be honest, you don’t have much talent in using a sword, the group of people who are truly extremely talented, even if it’s the first time he touches a sword, even if he swings it clumsily, there’s a kind of ineffable divinity ……

　　Unfortunately, I don’t see it in you.

　　Instructor Han Li said immediately after, of course, I am not saying that you do not have this talent, so many people in the whole world, not many people who really have a unique talent, as long as you practice diligently, your sword will still have achievements, but if you want to touch a higher realm, it is very difficult very difficult.

　　In fact, I’ve been saying this for so long because I want to remind you that you might be able to find a path that suits you better.

　　A path more suitable for yourself …… Lin Qiye muttered.

　　Instructor Han Li patted his shoulder, Think about it yourself, I will go see the others first.

　　After the instructor left, Lin Qiye held the knife in his hand and stood there alone, seemingly pondering something ……

　　After the first day of purgatory, the following days were much better, not only was the cafeteria’s food conscientious, but there was no perverted corporal punishment that didn’t move.

　　Even so, the physical training that the instructors varied every day still made the crowd of recruits ache.

　　Lin Qiye, who had finished the day’s training, slowly climbed into bed, and as soon as he closed his eyes, his thoughts were in turmoil.

　　Those four slashes from Instructor Han Li and his own stiff blocking movements constantly appeared in his mind ……

　　Perhaps he was right, he really wasn’t suited to using a sword, but if he were to spend more than twenty years practicing with a sword, he was still somewhat unable to accept it.

　　If he gave up using the sword, then …… where exactly was his path?

　　In a muddle, 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 carrying his twin swords, his swords were like a gale, pressing Lin Qiye to the point where he couldn’t catch his breath, he could only barely block a few attacks, and then fight hard against the pain of the wooden swords hitting his body.

　　This time, however, he didn’t choose to escape.

　　He stared wide-eyed, carefully capturing Chen Muye’s knife with his spiritual power, where it rose from and where it fell from ……

　　Gradually, the underground training ground gradually disappeared, Chen Muye’s face blurred more and more, only the two wooden knives in his hands, one move and one style, were deeply imprinted in his heart.

　　Suddenly, Lin Qiye violently opened his eyes!

　　He sat up from the bed, his eyes as bright as the moonlight outside the window, and after hesitating for a moment, he put on his clothes and quietly pushed the door open.

　　With the addition of [Starry Night Dancer], Lin Qiye still didn’t have the slightest sound even as he walked on the road, and like a late-night ghost, he quietly drifted through half of the training camp and arrived in the empty training ground.

　　He walked to the martial arts stage, reached out and took two wooden knives from the rack, slowly closed his eyes, Chen Muye’s knife gesture automatically appeared in his mind ……

　　He moved.

　　Under the night, in the moonlight.

　　He held the two knives in his hands like a fluttering midnight butterfly, agile and darkly divine.

　　He opened his eyes, and they were as bright as stars!

　　Yawn!

　　Peace Office, Chen Muye sneezed violently.

　　Wu Xiangnan, who was watching TV on the sofa, cocked her head, catching a cold?

　　Not like that.

　　A dozen sneezes in a row and still doesn’t look like it?

　　I think, it might be that someone misses me. Chen Muye spoke seriously.

　　Wu Xiangnan rolled her eyes.

　　Bullshit.