That was two years ago, but Ling Yun couldn't forget, and he didn't want to forget. The weather seemed to be as cold as it was today, and Lingyun at that time was as gloomy or melancholy as it is today.

"It's no longer your time to continue as a demon hunter, let's go."

"Isn't that what you've been looking forward to, why don't you want to do it now?"

"Are you wondering why I know?"

"Not only that, but I also know that you have a strong anger and hatred right now."

"You want revenge, right?"

Of course, Ling Yun remembered those words clearly, and he also knew that the person meant it for his good. But Ling Yun didn't nod silently in acceptance, but vented loudly towards that person. Ling Yun had no impression of what he had said, but that was the first time that Ling Yun had directly vented his grievances over the years. He had expected the man to be surprised, but it was unexpectedly calm. He still retained his loving gaze, and said in a tone that seemed very "arrogant" to Ling Yun:

"Let's go back, this time, as a high school student, go back to the routine you've been looking forward to, and have a good rest."

"However, leaving now does not mean that you will be able to get out forever. The Witcher is not a funky group, and when you choose him, he chooses you as well. Two years, and you'll be back on your own in two years. ”

An ordinary person always has a memorable past, and those past events that are still clear when looking back. Two years is long enough for a young person, but it is not enough to fade that indelible memory, especially for a child who is not deeply involved in the world.

"Uh.... Lingyun.... Can you pass the roll over it..."

There was a reminder from his classmates behind him, and Ling Yun came back from his sluggish state and remembered that he was still taking the exam.

"Uh-oh.... Excuse me. ”

He hurriedly took a roll and put it on the table, and hurriedly passed the rest of the volume back. Ling Yun glanced around in a trance, most of the classmates had already begun to lower their heads and write the test papers, and then he saw the teacher's watchful gaze again.

"What, what's the problem, Ling Yun?"

The teacher clipped his hand, and when he glanced at it, he met Ling Yun's gaze, and asked with a frown.

"Uh-uh.... Not.. It's nothing. ”

Seeing that the teacher's expression became serious, Ling Yun put away his heart and prepared to start the exam. Although he didn't sleep very well in the morning, once Ling Yun entered the state, he was still able to stay awake and think clearly. He wrote hard, and the sound of writing was mixed with the other classmates, and at the same time, he left behind his dreams this morning and the thoughts just now.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong - Ding Dong - Ding Ding - "

The bell rang more familiarly, this time longer and more ethereal. Because this time it is not a bell for class or class, but a bell for the end of school in the afternoon. However, the afternoon at Liuhua High School is different from other high schools in China, and it is the students' club time. Liuhua High School does not have evening self-study, but focuses on students' independent learning ability, and after the afternoon, it is all free time.

The vast majority of students will participate in club activities, and only a small number of people like Ling Yun who have not participated in any clubs are still hanging out on campus.

At this time, it was dusk, and the sunset on the edge of the sky had gradually sunk, hiding on the side of the teaching building. The afterglow soaks the sky and the earth, turning the walls of the building golden. Looking up, the miraculous light scattered slightly, as brilliant as the holy light shining on the earth.

Ling Yun walked alone on the road, just like in the morning, a little lonely. He didn't make an appointment with anyone in advance, as if he was wandering aimlessly. But the truth is also like this, he doesn't plan to go back for the time being, and wandering around the school after school is also a habit he has always had.

"Speaking of which, I seem to have heard that there is a new kendo club in the school?"

"It seems that yes, why do you want to change clubs?"

"No, no, no, I'm just curious, I want to see what it's like."

"Practice hard first, there's a physical fitness test tomorrow, and it's not too late to go after that."

......

Ling Yun walked on the playground, and the members of the track and field club who were chatting while training passed by him. Ling Yun naturally remembered the conversation in the morning.

"It turned out to be a new one, and I said I had never heard of this club."

Only then did Ling Yun suddenly realize that he was slightly interested in this new club. In fact, Ling Yun's other talents are not significant, but in terms of kendo, he thinks that there should be no one in the school who can compare with him. However, Ling Yun naturally didn't want to take the initiative to ask for anything to join the club, he wanted to try to go there for a walk, if it was quite interesting, and someone took the initiative to invite him, he could consider it.

Liuhua High School Kendo Club

"What's wrong, Du Han?"

Fang Buchuan's voice pulled Du Han back to reality from his mental sluggishness, he looked around in a trance, and found that there were students wearing kendo uniforms around him, which made him remember that he was training in the club.

"Hmm... It's okay... Walked down a little...."

Du Han took the hilt of the wooden sword, poked it at his forehead, and replied.

"Obviously I was a little tired yesterday, how do you feel that you are a little out of shape today."

Fang Buchuan said jokingly, not showing a trace of tiredness, obviously in a good state of mind.

"Maybe it's a bit stressful, but don't worry, it won't affect me."

Du Han replied, signaling that he didn't have to worry.

"The best way to release stress is to swing your sword heartily, come, go to war!"

Fang Buchuan, who was wielding the wooden sword, said eagerly, contrasting with Du Han's absent-mindedness.

"Oh~ so positive? In the past, you were dragged by me forcefully, but this time you actually took the initiative to ask. What happened if the day didn't come?"

Obviously, Du Han didn't want him to continue to worry, so he changed his tone and said. Then the two hit it off, ready to try it out on the side of the field.

"Three days, that is, more impressive, one day is the same."

Fang Buchuan seemed to be trying to cheer up Du Han, so he went on with the other party's wishes. The two found an open space and prepared to start training. There are actually a lot of people in the training ground of the kendo club, but there are not many of them who are sparring, but most of them are related to basic skills, such as slashing, retreating, and so on. So seeing that Du Han and Fang Buchuan seemed to be in a fighting posture, many people stopped what they were doing and gathered their eyes.

"Yo, it's started again, Fang Buchuan hasn't been abused by the president yet."

"It's a bit miserable to have to accept the president's 'unilateral attack' every day."

"There's no way, whoever makes the opponent is President Du Han, and most of us will have this result."

"In our club, there should be no one who will be the president's opponent."

"It's not necessarily ....."

......

Everyone talked about it, and they all seemed to affirm the strength of the president Du Han. But it's normal.,After all, it's the president of the entire company.。 But in such a comparison, Fang Buchuan looked a little embarrassed, although he had long been accustomed to such a foil, but the result was always a little shocking without suspense.

And the last voice that seemed to be in opposition was Ling Yun, who had just arrived, and he whispered, sneaking into the crowd.

"Let's do it, Senior Du."

I don't know who shouted such a sentence in the crowd of onlookers, which caused everyone to laugh, it seems that the difference in strength between the two is indeed quite obvious. Du Han and Fang Buchuan stood at opposite ends of the clearing, first looking at each other, and then bowing to each other in friendship.

"Best-of-three or best-of-three?"

Du Han smiled and confidently let Fang Buchuan decide the number of rounds.

"It's just a best-of-three game, I don't have masochistic tendencies."

Fang Buchuan said, and began to adjust his state. At the same time, Du Han also raised the wooden sword and entered the state in an instant. The two were not equipped with helmets to protect their heads, which was known as no armor. Of course, the wooden sword used is naturally specially made. Therefore, this competition is also very different from the normal competition.

Because there is no protective gear, both sides need to pay attention to proportion. And the most fundamental difference is the condition for obtaining a copy.

Compared with the normal competition, this competition has many fewer restrictions on moves, in other words, you can make moves freely. And how much freedom there is depends on the tricks that the players themselves have mastered.

Fang Buchuan held the hilt of the sword in his hand a little nervously, and the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ceiling, and took a deep breath. Ling Yun's posture is almost the same as it, this is the most basic foundation in the way of the sword, and it can be said that there is nothing to stand on. The perfect stance can put you in the lead, so that you can't find a flaw to attack.

Similarly, you can also deliberately expose flaws to lure the opponent to attack.

However, generally speaking, the person who finds a flaw and attacks first has a certain advantage, but once blocked by the opponent, if he can't adjust immediately, then he will put himself at a disadvantage.

"Yo, doesn't the posture look good, it's quite right. I just don't know, what the exact strength is. ”

Ling Yun looked at the postures of both sides, and seemed to see some clues, and the two of them looked quite professional.

On the training ground, Du Han maintained his posture and slowly approached Fang Buchuan, neither of whom made rash moves. After all, it is extremely important to maintain your own posture without loopholes, and confrontation with each other has become the key to the success or defeat of the competition.

Although as an audience, Ling Yun quickly discovered the flaw of one of the parties, Fang Buchuan, he basically maintained the posture of his left foot behind and his right foot in front of him slowly moved closer to this side, and his center of gravity was obviously shifted to the right, and his hands holding the hilt of the sword were also left front and right back. In this case, it is very convenient to slash down and rotate on the right side, so the disadvantage is on his left. Although it is still possible to quickly turn to the left, the left hand and the right hand cross each other, and the left hand will not be able to exert all its strength, so there is an opportunity to take advantage of it.

After confronting each other for a while, Du Han seemed to feel that an opportunity had come, and he changed his steps, tentatively pushed out the sword, and withdrew it. However, Fang Buchuan had already been prepared to guard against his move, and he was ready to turn defense into attack when Ling Yun struck his sword again, so that Ling Yun had no time to take precautions. However, all of a sudden, Ling Yun launched a fierce attack, slashing hard in one direction, and the direction he chose was to the left of Fang Buchuan.

"Yo! actually saw the flaws of the other party, this person still has two hits. ”

Ling Yun found that the place that Du Han attacked was the best flaw in the former's heart, and he couldn't help but praise the other party, and of course, he also praised himself by the way.

However, the latter was fully engaged, and naturally he was not caught off guard. Du Han's sword blade was about to arrive, Fang Buchuan reacted quickly, turned his sword to the left, and blocked the blow. Since he was a side-blade block, there was basically no more way before Du Han unloaded, but to passively accept the flow and look for opportunities to counterattack.

But Du Han wouldn't continue to wait, he pulled his wooden sword up, and then instantly pulled towards the inside of Fang Buchuan. The latter saw that Du Han's suppression had decreased, so he changed his footwork, wanting to hold the sword and pull in the same direction to dodge, and

Fight back. But when he wanted to retreat, the first two steps were fine, but he couldn't continue to retreat. It turned out that Du Han pulled up just now in order to use the sword grid to restrict Fang Buchuan's movements. The sword grids of the two swords were close together, and they could no longer be pulled.

However, at such a close distance, it was difficult for both sides to launch an effective attack. In this way, Du Han was limited by his actions and lost his best opportunity.

However, unexpectedly, Du Han did not choose to retreat, perhaps to prevent Fang Buchuan from gathering momentum to counterattack. He pushed the hilt with his left hand, causing the wooden sword to rotate 180° around the end of the Fang Buchuan sword grid, and around its inside. Fang Buchuan didn't seem to expect this move, Du Han held the hilt of the sword and pulled it back, the former was driven irresistibly by inertia, and then Du Han reversed the hilt with the hilt, and the wooden hilt hit Fang Buchuan's chest. Then he fell to the ground helplessly, as if his center of gravity was unstable.