"Dear players, it has been detected that you have changed the login of the medium version, and the game time has been extended to 160 hours."

"In the data synchronization, the player is showing day and night, with a physique gene of 93, a strength gene of 93, an agility gene of 93, and an all-round nine-stage evolutionary."

After eating a meal of Kobe flying beef for lunch, the daytime show rested for half an hour, and couldn't wait to log in to the game.

Sure enough, just like the legend, the mid-match helmet brings a new user experience.

You get what you pay for, and the daytime show obviously feels that this game is more realistic, whether it is the scenery in the field of vision or the touch, it is no different from the real world.

He practiced the "Guiyuan Sword Codex" again, and he was deeply touched.

In the past, when he practiced, he always felt that it was not the same as in reality, as if it was a little less interesting.

Now he understands that that is the limitation of the low-configuration version of the login, which does not simulate the subtlety of the Guiyuan Sword Code 100%.

Now that I've changed to a game helmet, it's almost no different from practicing in reality.

After practicing repeatedly for two hours, the daytime show was silky by himself.

There is also a fatigue setting in the game, he is sweating profusely, sitting and resting and playing with his phone.

He received a message, which was sent by Miaomiao: "Great God, has the sun come out in the west, are you actually online at this point?" ”

The daytime show is honest: "I just changed to a gaming helmet, and I can play for a few hours during the day." ”

Miao Miao asked: "There are so many fans who reward you, why don't you just change the game cabin?" ”

"I have to go to work, I can't stay in the game all the time." Bai Shixiu continued to be honest, his annual leave was coming to an end, and he had to report to Donghua Company at the end of the month.

Seeing that he was so honest, Miao Miao Shitai lying on the sofa in the villa moved his mind.

She asked tentatively: "Great god, let's gossip about the poor nun, have you practiced the "Guiyuan Sword Codex"?" ”

Bai Tianxiu was stunned when he heard this: "It's practiced, how should I understand what you say, can't I practice?" ”

Miao Miao sent a stunned expression: "The difficulty of the Guiyuan Sword Dictionary is so high, how long did it take you to practice?" ”

The daytime show was not rectified: "Isn't the Guiyuan Sword Dictionary similar to radio gymnastics, where there is any difficulty, just have hands." ”

"If you have hands???

Miaomiao sent three expressions with bulging eyeballs in a row: "Great God, I didn't expect you to be an onmyoji, so good at hitting people." ”

Bai Tianxiu Zheng'er said: "Mrs., don't joke with me. Is it that I practiced wrongly, different from the routine you learned, and you complained about me around the bend? ”

“…… ￣へ￣”

Miaomiao made three more expressions to wipe cold sweat: "Great god, don't hurt hardcore female fans like this." To tell you the truth, I haven't practiced the Guiyuan Sword Dictionary to this day. ”

Bai Shixiu was dumbfounded: "Impossible! We learned the Guiyuan Sword Dictionary together on June 9th, and today is July 14th, almost a year in the game. With your talent, how can you not practice? ”

Master Miao Miao couldn't bear it anymore: "Great God, do you want to say that Lao Wei has not practiced for a year, and he is a mentally retarded?" ”

Bai Tianxiu couldn't bear it anymore: "Mrs. Shi, I said that my teammates would be open and honest with each other, but it's not interesting for you to make such a joke with me." Who doesn't know that you are a three-time champion, melee type physical arts, you can master it in minutes, and practicing the Guiyuan Sword Dictionary is as simple as eating and drinking water for you. ”

“…… Great God, you really think highly of me. ”

The little nun in the Xingyue Lake villa looked ashamed, and at the same time showed her fox tail: "Great God, the monks don't speak, and the old man definitely doesn't mean to joke." Why don't we meet and exchange the Guiyuan Sword Codex? ”

Bai Tianxiu replied: "Okay, I'm training in the practice room, come here." ”

With that, he sent a friend invite.

Fifteen minutes later, a killing nun dressed like a masked female assassin and with an extremely angry figure appeared in the high-level preparation room.

Entering the practice room, Miao Miaoqiang endured the shame of the kind of college students who went to consult elementary school students, and expressed her intention: "Great God, my Guiyuan Sword Book only practiced to the seventh form, and the eighth and ninth styles in the back can't be practiced, you can help me find the reason." ”

Bai Tianxiu didn't know if what the other party said was true or false, and said, "Okay, you practice first and I'll take a look." ”

Miao Miao didn't say anything more, and walked to the field to practice.

Her movements are very fast, which is completely different from the frequency of a 3-second movement in the daytime show, and she can finish a move in one second.

It seems that the little nun's movements are smooth and fast, but there is a lack of charm.

When she hit the sixty-third move, the little nun's body was inexplicably stiff, as if she was pushed from behind by an invisible big hand, and her center of gravity was suddenly unstable, her body was crooked, and she fell to the ground with a slam on her buttocks.

"What's going on?" The daytime show is completely incomprehensible.

"It's like this every time, after the sixty-three moves of the seventh form, I just wanted to continue to use the sixty-fourth move, but my body suffered an inexplicable inertia, and my hands and feet did not obey the call." Miao Miao got up from the ground with a bitter face.

"It shouldn't be, this is not a difficult yoga move, a two-star superman like you, your physique is much better than mine, how can you not bear it?" The daytime show is confused.

"If it's yoga, it's easier, I've practiced it for a few years before, and it's not difficult."

Miao Miao Versailles paused, and then frowned: "Great God, do you have that feeling - from the first action to the sixty-third movement in a row, the body is tense to death, the bones seem to be broken, and the tendons and tendons are stretched to the limit." ”

Bai Baixiu thought about it for a while and said: "I don't have that feeling, it's just that when I practiced the first few times, my movements were not standardized, and I always felt like I was going to fall." ”

Miaomiao looked like she was about to cry: "The sky has no eyes, I've been groping in the game for almost a year, and I still can't find the reason." Great god, can you rehearse it and let me learn it? ”

"I don't dare to study, let me share my experience with you."

Bai Tianxiu said, practicing the Guiyuan Sword Code in his way.

Seeing his frequency of one movement in 3 seconds, he had to fight with the old man who played Tai Chi in the park, and Miao Miao was anxious for him.

Just like when the thunder stirred up the fire, the man never took off his pants, causing the woman to can't help but urge: Can you hurry up?

Ten moves later, Miao Miao was stunned.

She felt a rhythm.

Kendo Rhythm!

It looks a little clumsy, and the day and night show that moves infringingly slow, seems to have turned into a heavy sword.

The Guiyuan Sword Book itself has no lethality, but it hides an indescribable rhythm of the sword.

The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity does not work.

When he saw the twenty moves, in Miaomiao's eyes, the movements were no longer clumsy, but a kind of clumsy.

The little nun quietly turned on the video function, and she wanted to record the textbook-like drill process and go back to study it.

For the rest of the day, she was dizzy and completely trapped.

Ninety-nine eighty-one moves were completed, and it took 243 seconds, Miaomiao couldn't speak, and felt that she had seen a generation of sword immortals.

Bai Tianxiu did not appear to have that kind of stiff body at all, but became more and more energetic, and under the blessing of the hot current of the sword codex, the spirit was indescribably good.

After ten seconds of playing, Miao Miao came back to her senses and exclaimed, "Great God, you are too silky!" ”

Bai Baixiu scratched his head and smiled: "It's okay, I play relatively slowly, so I don't have much effort." ”

Miao Miao thoughtfully: "Can you grasp the essence by slowing down the rhythm?" ”

Bai Tianxiu said: "Didn't that old monk focus on the Trinity, I also had a whim, trying to perform a move in three seconds, this rhythm is quite suitable for me." ”

"Makes sense!"

Miao Miao patted her big bald head, as if she had been empowered.

She was inspired and practiced on the spot.

I have to say that the little nun is very talented, as if she has a calculator in her body, and the first time she drew a gourd in the same way, she did an action in three seconds, and she imitated it vividly.

When she practiced the sixty-fourth movement, she suddenly lost her center of gravity and fell to the ground.

Bai Tianxiu was just about to speak, but the little nun slammed the floor and exhaled angrily: "Great God, you don't have to comfort me with a clear conscience, I said myself, the old man suspects that he is mentally retarded!" ”