"This guy.... When did you come in!?"

Lin Sheng stiffened, his back against the door, his hands clenched the hilt of his sword, and he felt a little chill in his body.

"No! this is another one!"

He quickly made out that this rotten swordsman was not the same as the one he had just been.

The guy's sword-holding right arm had been gnawed by something, and a large piece of flesh was missing. The characteristics are obvious.

"I'm in trouble...."

He didn't want to die anymore.

He didn't want to live that kind of life that was muddy and in a very bad state for several days in a row.

Hiss....

This guy is getting closer.

Lin Sheng could even clearly see the dense pus bulging on the other party's neck.

These pustules are like small blisters, dense and swollen in patches.

Lin Sheng clenched the hilt of his sword, the muscles on his body tensed, and he stared at the other party.

Burst!

Suddenly, the Rotten Swordsman lunged forward, and the blade of his right arm quickly drew a jet-black arc, stabbing at Lin Sheng's chest.

Ahhhhh!!h

Lin Sheng roared wildly in his heart, raised his long sword with both hands and stepped forward.

The blade slashed down from the top, trying to block the opponent.

It's a pity that the two swords staggered without intersecting, each rushing towards the other's target.

Phew!

Lin Sheng felt a pain in his chest, and the sword in his hand suddenly lost its strength, and smashed into the left shoulder of the rotten swordsman by inertia.

Boom.

The blade only chopped off a small scrap of flesh.

Lin Sheng lowered his head in a daze, seeing that his chest had been pierced in advance.

The black blade pierced deep into his left chest, crushing all his strength in the first place.

"Dead again...."

His eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, but in the haze, Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes.

He was still lying on his back in his bed.

It was gray outside, and it was about to dawn. In the distance, the crowing of a rooster could be faintly heard.

"Dead again....."

Lin Sheng reached out and touched his chest and heart. There was still a slight stinging pain there.

"It's like being really stabbed...."

He slowly straightened up from the bed. The underwear I just changed yesterday is all soaked again.

After getting out of bed, he quickly took out a set of changes, took his clothes to the bathroom, and quickly wiped the sweat on his body with hot water.

Then change into clean underwear.

"I can't go on like this, I have to find a way. Lin Sheng walked to the desk, opened the drawer again, and took out the previous translation notes to check.

The notes written in Chinese characters are neat and neat, and it is estimated that no one in the world can understand this kind of writing except him.

It's also the best way to encrypt it.

"I also checked some information on the Internet before, about swordsmanship, the content of these pictures and text annotations seems to have some truth, not nonsense.

But I've never learned much of Rausch's swordsmanship before. This kind of information is definitely not made up by my own dreams. It's definitely somewhere else!"

Lin Sheng was 100% sure in his heart.

"That dream, there is a lot of danger inside, and an ordinary person like me, who has no power to protect myself, goes in to deliver food. Even desperately can only barely hurt a crippled monster. ”

He stared at the notes and graphics in front of him.

"If you want to find out the secrets of dreams, you have to go out and explore, and you have to go out and explore the environment while recording book materials.

And when you go out, you need to be able to protect yourself at the very least! I can't even do a crippled monster now.... Gotta figure figure it out. ”

Lin Sheng was silent, and soon had an idea.

"Since I have swordsmanship materials in front of me, let's try to look around first to see if there are any relevant ways to learn. In this way, you can not only have the opportunity to verify the authenticity of this information, but also improve your self-preservation. After all, there was still a cross sword in his hand in his dream. ”

Lin Sheng settled down and made a decision.

Before his parents got up, he quickly ate breakfast and headed to school.

After the morning class, Lin Sheng couldn't wait to leave school and wander around Huaisha City.

In this era, the Internet is still very developed from time to time, and if you want to find a store to learn things, you can only rely on your eyes.

Not to mention the rarer species of European-style longsword.

Fortunately, although Huaisha City, where Lin Sheng lives, is a small city, it has a lot of foreign trade because it is a port city. There are many foreigners who often come in and out of the area, and it has also led to a series of related industries.

Lin Sheng went to the foreign street near the sea in Huaisha City for the first time.

It is an area where foreigners often come and go to live and consume.

Soon, he found what he was looking for.

And more than one was found. There are three in total.

Two clubs, one club.

The two clubs were excluded by Lin Sheng as soon as possible because of the extremely high membership fees.

There is only one club left.

"It's a bit old, but it's definitely cheap. ”

Lin Sheng stood in the middle of a deserted side street, looking up at a shop on the second floor.

There hangs an inconspicuous wooden plaque with rows of small letters: Tengchong Sword Club, Black Muddy Street Office, Black Muddy Street Pigeon Association.

The three rows are crammed together, and it is clear that this is a sign shared by the three agencies.

Underneath the sign was a dirty, dilapidated staircase with wooden steps creaking as people walked in and out.

At the edge of the staircase, there were also two smokers, who seemed to be chatting.

Lin Sheng looked down at the school uniform on his body. Tighten your bag and walk towards the staircase.

Follow the wooden staircase step by step to the second floor.

Lin Sheng saw three arrows in different directions drawn with red chalk on the wall.

The arrow of the Tengchong Sword Club turns right on the second floor.

He followed the arrow and turned into the second-floor hallway.

After advancing more than ten meters, he stopped at the entrance of an open office.

There is a sign hanging on the office door: Tengchong Swordsmanship Hall.

It was empty, and three rectangular black desks were grouped together to form a large table in one corner, and three people sat around the table busy with something.

Knock knock.

Lin Sheng knocked on the door.

"Hello, is this the Tengchong Sword Club?"

A girl closest to the door turned her head to look.

"You are?"

"I want to learn the orthodox Naxi swordsmanship, I don't know if there is one here?" Lin Sheng replied.

"If you learn Naxi swordsmanship, you've really found the right place. The girl immediately laughed. "We are the most professional non-profit club in the whole of Waisha. ”

"Fellow friends?"

"It's a club where everyone is interested in getting together and starting a club. The girl explained.

"You come in first. There are very few people who are willing to learn Naxi swordsmanship. Now it is more convenient fighting techniques such as boxing, mixed martial arts, etc., that are popular.

Swordsmanship like Naxi swordsmanship, which has been handed down in ancient times, also needs to be equipped with a sword by itself, which is quite troublesome and has poor practicality. If you don't really like it very much, you will definitely be able to keep practicing. ”

The girl smiled and pulled a chair for Lin Sheng.

The two sat down, and Lin Sheng looked around left and right.

The whole office is not even painted, it is a simple cement wall.

The chair sitting under the ass was also wobbly and a little loose.