In the afternoon, I really got into the theme - sword practice.

Chu Xiu took a light short sword in the armory for Xie Lingxu, and out of nowhere he found a wooden stake as high as a person, of course it was not a simple wooden stake, Zhou Fu poured molten iron into it, this thing was specially used by the Underworld Army to practice hands.

The Netherworld Army competed one-on-one with swords, and if Xie Lingxu, a rookie, didn't do his best to compete with these people, he was afraid that he would be a disabled person tomorrow morning, so he held the stake and groped for the doorway by himself.

The strength of Xie Lingxu's wrist is not enough, if he uses one hand, the sword will be out of his hand, so he has to hold the sword with both hands, and slash at the stake, wondering why he saw others swing a sword lightly, and the stake was shattered to the ground, and he fought hard, leaving only shallow traces on it.

Chu Xiu was idle and had nothing to do, and he was very happy to continue to be the master to lead Lingxu into the door

"Lingxu, don't rush for quick success. Swordsman competition, relying on sword energy, not only related to people, the advantages and disadvantages of the sword is also critical, now the sword in your hand is the most basic light sword, at the beginning you have to practice, not sword qi, is the way to shoot, you have to know how to luck, how to make a sword. ”

Xie Lingxu clenched his sword and took a deep breath, not to panic...... You can't ...... mess around.

After cutting all afternoon, Xie Lingxu finally understood something in the repeated movements. To master something, you need methods and feelings, methods need to be guided by others, and feelings need time to be carved on yourself and leave a deep imprint.

The essence of using the sword is to be fast. The sword is accurate, the sword is sharp, there can be no distraction, and it stays for a moment. If you hesitate to strike, the sword will be embedded in the groove of the stake, and in actual combat, it will give the opponent a chance to breathe, which is not only embarrassing, but also dangerous. The clash of swords is not chopping wood and cutting trees, and slashing somewhere with an axe, but the sword must be harmful, waiting for an opportunity, not having to kill with one blow, but it must be disorderly.

The stakes were cut into dust, the corners were flying, and the originally smooth surface was inhumanely cut for Xie Lingxu like a leather.

It seems that I am accustomed to the frequency of muscle exertion, and my nerves have adapted to the fatigue of my body. The power in his body was continuously transmitted to his limbs, but he slashed more and more, and Xie Lingxu was almost a little crazy.

Hovering on the verge of enchantment, the back spinal nerve jumped, and it was that kind of ...... That feeling of being stared at. Xie Lingxu turned his head and looked at the corner of the far corner.

In front of him, King Zhen in the Floating Dream Pavilion put on a glass of absinthe, looked at Xie Lingxu who was looking behind him, and brought the wine glass close to the thin lip flap, frowning slightly

"Zhou Fu, what are you expecting?"

Zhou Fu's expression was calm, and he bowed his hand to King You, "Lord, believe me, time ...... and will tell you my answer." ”

Xie Lingxu had a sore back, rubbed his arm that was crazily accumulating lactic acid, walked alone in the path, stared at him for a moment, deliberately squatted down slowly, and patted the mud and dust on his trouser legs. I buried my head and saw the feet of a person behind me frantically closing into a corner.

The man on the corner slapped his chest against the wall, thinking to himself: It's dangerous, it's dangerous. Turning around, he was half frightened to death by Xie Lingxu who suddenly appeared, and took a few steps back one after another.

Xie Lingxu tugged at his collar and pulled him forward, and saw that this sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man who was weak and wearing gray cloth was the old scholar who had been deceived by himself, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

The old scholar looked horrified

"You...... What do you want? ”

Xie Lingxu raised his fist

"I want to ...... this. ”

The young man covered his left eye that had been punched, and said very aggrievedly, "Why are you hitting me?" ”

Xie Lingxu's face was expressionless

"I've been spying on me for a day, and I've been restless all day, shouldn't I punch you?"

The young man felt that he was at a loss, and buried his head "You...... You've found ......"

, stupid kid, speechless......

"Tell me, what are you peeping on me for? Is it because I lied to you and you want revenge? ”

"It's not ......, I'm ...... I'm just, curious that the Hellish Army actually entered the women's. ”

"Fart, wonder if you fucking followed me all the way? If you talk nonsense again, I'll make your two eyes swollen and symmetrical! ”

"Don't ...... No, I'm really—"

Xie Lingxu's prickly gaze stared at him, and the young man bit his lip

"Well, I'...... I'm looking at you, it's familiar. ”

Insight Lingxu was about to raise his fist again, and the young man hurriedly covered his face with his sleeve

"Really...... Really, the first time I saw you in the Floating Dream Pavilion, I felt a sense of familiarity, which was not obvious at the time, but today when I see you dressed like this, this feeling is even stronger. ”

It's only been a long time since labor and management traveled, and what a familiar stranger to play with me, could it be that you've seen my cosplay pictures!

"What familiar feeling?"

"I, I don't know, I can't tell. It's clear, it's deep, it's vague, hey. In short, a feeling, that feeling, you ...... Got it. ”

Understand your uncle-

"Are you drunk, or are you on drugs?"

"I didn't lie to you, you ...... If you don't believe me, I can't help it. ”

Xie Lingxu felt that he might have to check his brain in the future, and sighed

"Okay, don't talk nonsense with you, then...... Who are you? ”

The young man rubbed his blue eyes, and he muttered as Lingxu's attitude softened

"I'm not going to tell you!"

"Huh...... Fang Xun, why are you with Lingxu. "Really, there is him Chu Xiu everywhere.

Xie Lingxu glanced at Chu Xiu, "I just happened to meet you." ”

Chu Xiu pointed at Fang Xun's left eye, "You, what's wrong?" ”

Glancing at Lingxu's mysterious strange smile, Fang Xun said pitifully, "Since, I accidentally bumped into it." ”

Xie Lingxu patted Fang Xun on the shoulder, "Be careful when walking, you two talk, I'll go first." ”

"Eh, it's ...... again" Chu Xiu scratched his head.

Striding towards the emperor's bedroom, thinking all the way, familiar ...... A sense of déjà vu...... What the do I have such a public face?

Sitting three feet away from the emperor, Xie Lingxu manually fanned the emperor. The movement up and down pulled the muscles, and the arm ached for a while. In the dormitory, you can only hear the sound of wooden fan blades flapping

"Sand ...... Sand...... Sand...... Sand ......"

“……………………”

The sound grew quieter, and then it died down.

The emperor narrowed one eye, looked at Xie Lingxu, who had fallen asleep on the chair, leaned over and roared in her ear, "Ah-"

Xie Lingxu opened his eyes suddenly, the surprise in his eyes was fleeting, and he glanced lightly at the emperor who looked like an innocent little child.

I thought it would scare her half to death, but I didn't expect her to react so coldly. The emperor was bored with himself, and leaned lazily on the head of the bed

"It didn't scare you, were you unresponsive, or were you suppressed for too long?"

Xie Lingxu's pupils shrank, and his expression immediately darkened.

The emperor coughed a few times inexplicably

"Hmm...... How are you feeling today? ”

"It's good."

It's good that it's not dead yet......

The emperor was so tired that he couldn't speak, and yawned

"I'm tired, you can go back too."

Xie Lingxu said thank God in his heart, and walked out of the emperor's bedroom without stopping, feeling that he had walked back with his eyes closed......

It's clear......

Very profound......

It's a vague feeling......

What does it feel like?