Although the young man's eyes were blank, he looked at his body very well-proportioned, about 1.8 meters tall, and was wearing a very ordinary gray short-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans.

His blank eyes stared at Roland for a moment, then he walked over, and asked in a voice that seemed to be weak, "Friend, what are you doing?" ”

"Take a look." Luo Lan's eyes moved away from the young man's body, stared at the two students who were practicing in the field, and said slowly: "I heard that this is the Miao Dao Art Museum, so I came over to see if it was true." ”

The young man grinned emotionlessly, as if he was laughing, but he didn't mean to laugh: "Just look at it." ”

The two students who practiced were holding long and crooked wooden knives, which looked very similar to the Taidao of the Wa Kingdom, and the attack movements and routines between each other, at first glance, also looked very similar to the sword of the Wa Kingdom.

No wonder some people think that Miao Daoshu borrowed from the Japanese kendo.

After watching the two practice for a while, Roland dared to conclude that there was indeed something in this Miao Dao Art Hall.

After all, he has also practiced Sanda for two months, and his strength is not very strong, only a little bit better than the coach who has practiced for more than ten years, and his eyesight has also been trained.

To practice sanda, you naturally have to learn how to exert force and retract force, and these basic concepts also exist in swordsmanship.

The strength of the knife swing, the 'skill' when the knife is retracted, these things Roland can see now, and the two students who practice against each other do have a bit of foundation.

After looking at it for a while, Roland turned to the young man and asked, "Where is the owner and coach of this Miao Dao Technique Gym, brother?" ”

"It's all me." The young man's expression was still that weak indifference, he looked Roland up and down for a while, and said, "You seem to have a bit of a foundation. ”

"Well, I've been practicing Sanda for two months!"

"Two months?" The young man's face finally changed slightly, like a calm lake, and a light feather fell, setting off a microwave.

"Yes." Roland nodded.

"That's ......"

The young man muttered weakly, and then his right hand suddenly slashed diagonally from below, and the tip of his palm seemed to poke Roland's ribs.

And Roland reacted very quickly at this time, leaning back on his upper part, his knees subconsciously rose up, and he rushed to the opponent's abdomen.

It was only suddenly, that his movements stopped.

Because he saw that the young man's hand knife was just a false move, and he stopped halfway through it. It's just a simple temptation, the kind without any malice.

At this time, both of them moved a little strangely, the young man half-squatted and walked with his right hand in the shape of a long sword, while Roland leaned back, as if time had stopped.

After about two seconds, the two men straightened up and laughed awkwardly at each other.

The young man no longer had the indifferent and powerless look just now, and there was more excitement in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to practice well." Why don't you come inside and have a discussion? ”

"It's said that I practice sanda, you practice swordsmanship, how can I be your opponent." Roland shook his head helplessly.

"yes." The young man sighed in disappointment, his expression returning to the weakness he had felt like a salted fish.

"Actually, I came this time to learn Miao Dao Technique." Roland looked at each other and said with a light smile: "It seems that you teach quite authentically here, how much is the tuition?" ”

"Thirty thousand!"

"How much!" Roland suspected he had misheard.

"Thirty thousand." The young man yawned and continued, "Bao Church. If you're stupid and can't learn in a short time, teach until you can. But you don't look like a stupid person. ”

Roland felt a pain in his head: "Your number is too exaggerated." And your environment here doesn't seem to be very good, it feels like it's not classy, and it's not worth so much money. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the large shed made of double iron sheets. It's like an ice rink in the town twenty years ago.

In fact, his guess was right, this place was indeed an ice rink more than ten years ago, but then Internet cafes began to appear, and the skating rink could not make money, so it was abandoned, and then it was taken over by the young people opposite at a very cheap price a few years ago.

The young man said lightly: "You pay money to learn swordsmanship, not to enjoy it, what does it matter if the environment is good or not." This kind of place is actually better, practice three dogs in summer, and practice three nines in winter. It also exercises people's will. ”

"Can't it be cheaper?" Roland asked.

"Can't!" The young man's expression barely fluctuated.

But the more this is the case, the more it shows that the other party is resolute in his will, and it is almost impossible to change what he says.

Roland looked at the four students practicing under the big shed and asked, "Have they already paid 30,000?" ”

The figure of 30,000 is nothing to the rich, and sometimes they throw away several times this number when they have a treat at night.

But for ordinary people like Roland, it is quite a lot, even if he has nearly 300,000 yuan in his bank card now, he still feels very expensive.

He looked at the four students who were practicing swordsmanship in the greenhouse, and they didn't look like rich and noble people, so he wondered if the boss and coach in front of him wanted to blackmail his own money.

"They are my relatives, of course they don't need money." The young man said as a matter of course, and at the same time he took out a crumpled pack of unsealed red plum cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket, handed it over, and said, "Do you smoke it?" ”

"Thanks, I don't smoke." Roland waved his hand. It turned out to be a relative of the other party, so there was no way.

The young man lit one for himself, took a breath, and spit out a smoke ring: "It's good not to smoke, but you can't smoke if you practice martial arts, it's not good for your lungs." If the lungs are not good, the qi will not be able to come up, and if the qi is deficient, let alone practicing martial arts, it would be good if ordinary life was not affected. ”

Roland stared at the cigarette in the other party's hand with a strange expression, his eyes piercing.

"You said me." The young man shook the cigarette in his hand, and said in that tone without emotion: "I just took the cigarette in my mouth, and did not inhale it in my lungs. ”

So what's the point of smoking like that? Roland was a little puzzled, but he didn't want to understand the reason for the other party's quirk, he thought about it and asked: "Then how long have you been open here, how many students have you recruited, and your relatives don't count." ”

"It's been more than half a year, and there hasn't been a single student outside." The young man seemed to be quite 'upright'.

Roland's brow furrowed even more, and he was about to speak, but then the phone rang.

He made an embarrassed gesture to the young man, stepped aside, and answered the phone.

It was Shu Ke who called: "There is a new announcement on the official website, have you read it?" ”

"I'm out there for a bit of a thing, and I don't have time to keep an eye on the official website."

"You'd better watch it now, it's about you."

After saying this, the call was hung up.

Roland remembered that the main planner said that a new announcement would be released soon, could it be that he mentioned himself in the announcement because he had reported the bug to the past.

But Shuke's personality is also relatively calm, and he shouldn't be the one who makes a fuss about this matter.

Roland opened the mobile browser, entered the official homepage of the game, and saw that the announcement had been updated.

After clicking on it, he patted his forehead speechlessly.

"Game planner, you're cheating on me!"