Chapter Seventy-Three: Formal Training

Walking into the lobby on the fifth floor, a non-obvious smile appeared on the face of the blind gun, he looked at He Ling and nodded slightly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Mentor, what are we going to do next?" Hering looked at the empty training room, a little confused for a moment.

"Turn off the lights, train."

Li Qing's hoarse voice sounded from behind him, and he pushed Heling to sit down in the middle of the hall.

"Sit cross-legged, close your eyes, and hold on as long as you can." Li Qing said in a deep voice.

"Yoga?" He Ling raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously.

"The first step in equipment control is to learn marksmanship, and in my case, the first step in practicing guns is to settle down, if your heart is not calm, how can you practice guns indiscriminately." Li Qing stood with his hands in his hands and said slowly.

Herring sat down in the center of the hall as the blind gun had ordered, and he sat cross-legged, straightened his back, closed his eyes and began to breathe slowly.

"Calm your mind and hold on as long as possible." The sound of the blind gun was a little nihilistic, and the whole room was plunged into darkness by the sound of a click.

In the darkness, there was no light, Hering was a little puzzled, other instructors taught firearms courses, all wished that students would quickly master the essentials of holding a gun, and the more times they trained to shoot targets, the better, but this set made Hering puzzled.

"Why do you have to settle down before you practice guns? Isn't that a waste of time? He Ling said secretly in his heart, but he still kept it according to Li Qing's request, the young man's body was motionless, adjusting his breathing, and his chest fell together in a calm state.

"Others learn this course for gun training, but with me, the first step is to settle in, you just need to listen to me, and you will understand these truths in the future." The voice of the blind gun was low and hoarse, like the sigh and perception of life of an old man.

Herring was silent, and sat in silence, and he felt the blind gun sit down beside him, meditating with him.

"Slow down when you inhale and exhale, let your body relax to the extreme, feel your consciousness wandering in your mind, and over time, your mind will be more stable."

The blind gun was guiding from time to time, and in the dark hall, He Ling felt the dissociation of his mind, but a picture of blood spurting suddenly appeared in his mind.

He felt that some irritable factors in his body were tugging at his heart, making him unable to settle down, He Ling breathed a long sigh of relief, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and tried to maintain peace in his heart.

"It must be the effect of the dragon's blood that my heart has not been relaxed for a long time, and I can't be soft." Hering thought to herself, breathing more calmly, and the pores of her whole body slowly opened, as if she was about to become one with the world.

Brilliant galaxies emerge in my mind, and boundless mystery runs through the consciousness in my mind.

Li Qing frowned slightly, got up and turned on the light, and found that He Ling had already entered a state of concentration, and his consciousness was in a state of dissociation.

"What a perverted little guy, this is really what a D-class genius can do?" Blind Gun had some doubts in his heart, and then he shook his head, how could he have an opinion of his students because of the difference in talent, he really shouldn't.

Either way, you're the last student of mine, and as a teacher, I won't let you down.

Li Qing nodded slowly, He Ling's face was extremely calm, even if it was himself, it took several hours to enter the meditation for the first time decades ago.

At that time, the teacher praised him ceremoniously, but now it seems that he is really more popular than people, and the young man in front of him entered the realm of meditation in just a few minutes

World.

After a few teas, Li Qing had already fallen asleep, and the life of drinking when he woke up and sleeping when he was drunk was gone forever, he took advantage of this kung fu to steal a lazy one.

When he woke up, Hering was still sitting there, estimating the time, and now a few hours had already passed, even if it was an ordinary sedentary for a long time, most people would have back pain, but Hering did not feel the slightest discomfort.

His brain was running rapidly, the bright galaxy in his consciousness aroused his great interest, and in the shuttle, he felt a majestic atmosphere.

"Wake up, kid." Li Qing shook his shoulder, and He Ling felt an invisible force wake him up, and he left from the galaxy, and when he opened his worried eyes, he found that Li Qing was calling him in front of him.

"What's wrong, Mentor?" Herring asked softly, the subtle sensation that had lasted for hours lingering, and he felt his brain clear and refreshed.

"Things must be reversed, it's not a good thing to stay in the set for a long time, get up and move your hands and feet, let's do the next training, your training in the past few days is mainly quiet, so when you go back, exercise your body more." Li Qing said slowly.

"Yes, Mentor." Herring replied.

"Just call me a blind gun, the term mentor makes me seem restrained." Li Qing frowned slightly, looking a little dissatisfied.

"Blind gun, what are we going to do next?" Herring laughed.

"Follow me." Blind Gun turned and walked out of the room, and Herring followed him down the dark corridor, turning a few corners, and Herring faintly heard some moaning.

Walking to an iron door, Blind Gun slowly stood still, he took out the key from his pants, and when he opened the door, it was still a dark training room.

After Herring walked in, a foul smell made him retch, he covered his mouth with his hand, and asked, "Blind gun, what is this place?" ”

Li Qing didn't answer, he turned on the light, and the whole room instantly lit up, but the scene in front of him surprised Hering.

I saw that in front of the two of them was still a row of hard steel fences, in which dozens of rotting zombies were imprisoned, their clothes were tattered, soaked in blood, as soon as they saw someone invading, all the zombies rushed to the fence, and stretched out their dry fingers to scratch indiscriminately.

They let out excited moans, clicks in their throats, shattered eyeballs, deformed heads, and saw such a scene, Heling's subconscious hind legs, and his body trembled.

"Don't be nervous, they can't get by," Li Qing didn't react much, as if he had long been accustomed to things here, "Walk in front of the zombies, you will see things behind them." ”

"Huh?" He Ling hesitated a little, but he still did so, he walked to the edge of the steel railing, the zombie's claws were one step closer to him, and the fishy smell was even more obvious, looking at these rancid zombies, He Ling's heart beat faster.

Seeing that the prey in the distance was getting closer, the zombies became agitated, and let out a roaring sound to tear him apart, but the fence stopped it to no avail.

Cold sweat grew from his forehead, and even with the fence, Hering was still a little nervous.

"Look ahead." Li Qing said hoarsely.

Herring focused his gaze on the back of the zombie group, and saw that there was a white piece of paper on the wall in the distance, and in the middle of the white paper, it seemed to be a dot dot dotted with blood.