Dadada!

On the training ground, the wooden knives collided one after another, Lin Qiye put one hand behind his back, held the knife in his right hand, and moved forward step by step, with a steady pace.

Opposite him, Baili Chubby retreated in a panic, the wooden knife in his hand waved wildly, and he could only barely parry.

Lin Qiye flicked his wrist and easily picked up the wooden knife in Baili Chubby's hand, and then took a sharp step forward, and the wooden knife hovered over Baili Chubby's neck.

"You're too strong, I can't beat you!" Baili Chubby threw away the wooden knife in his hand, sat down panting, and spoke in annoyance.

"It's not that I'm strong, it's that you're too weak." Lin Qiye told the truth.

Cao Yuan, who couldn't touch the knife, sat silently next to him, holding his cheeks to watch the battle between the two, and when he heard Lin Qiye's words, he nodded and agreed.

100 miles chubby: ......

"Baili Tuming, your foundation is too poor, let's go to the side to practice the foundation like them first." Instructor Han Li stepped forward and said to Baili Chubby.

Baili Chubby chubby crippled with a sad face, and joined the basic team next to him dejectedly.

"Lin Qiye ......" Instructor Han Li's brows furrowed slightly, "Although your foundation is very solid and your sword skills are also very proficient, ...... I always felt like something was missing. "

"What's missing?"

"Your sword has no form, but no soul." Instructor Han Li sorted out his words, "Your knife is too rigid, and it can be used to deal with some ordinary people, but if you meet a real master, it will be very difficult."

Well, let's practice. "

Instructor Han Li took down a wooden knife from the shelf next to him, his hands naturally drooped, and he stood in front of Lin Qiye somewhat casually.

Lin Qiye nodded, put on a serious fighting posture, and the wooden knife in his hand suddenly swung out!

Dadada——!

Instructor Han Li's seemingly loose standing posture instantly drifted up, and the wooden knife in his hand slashed out like a ghost, easily blocking Lin Qiye's attack.

After swinging three swords in a row, Instructor Han Li's eyes narrowed, and the wooden knife in his hand seemed to have a soul, floating out gently like a snake, hitting Lin Qiye's wrist.

Hearing only a soft sound, Lin Qiye's wooden knife came out of his hand and fell aside.

Lin Qiye was stunned.

Different from the last sword drill, the last time Instructor Han Li practiced with him, it was to teach the recruits the fixed sword skills, and in order to let everyone see clearly, he specially slowed down a little, not to mention that this sword technique Lin Qiye learned from Chen Muye for seven nights, so he could naturally block it easily.

But this sparring was completely different.

Instructor Han Li stabbed four times in a row, there was no law to follow at all, and the wooden knife seemed to have a life of its own in his hands, flexible and terrifying.

In contrast, Lin Qiye's knife technique is particularly rigid.

"Do you feel it?" Instructor Han Li picked up the wooden knife for him and asked.

"Hmm." Lin Qiye frowned and thought about it, "But, how can I practice to overcome this rigidity?" "

Instructor Han Li was silent for a moment, "Actually, although this kind of problem is serious, it is not irreparable, it just takes a lot of time, and many martial arts masters in the mortal world are like this, as long as they practice hard for twenty or thirty years, they can also reach a very high realm." "

Hearing the words twenty or thirty years, Lin Qiye's face was a little ugly.

"However, I think the root cause is not here." Instructor Han Li continued.

"What's that?"

"Have you ever wondered if you're not really good at using a knife? In other words, it is not suitable to use such a knife. Instructor Han Li looked into his eyes.

Lin Qiye was stunned.

"To be honest, your talent in using a knife is not high, and the group of people who are really extremely talented, even if it is the first time to touch the knife, no matter how clumsy he wields, there will be an indescribable charm......

It's a pity that I don't see it in you. "

Instructor Han Li then said, "Of course, I'm not saying that you don't have this talent, there are so many people in the world, there are not many people who really have unique talents, as long as you practice diligently, your sword skills will still be successful, but if you want to touch a higher realm, it is very difficult."

In fact, I said this for so long to remind you that you may be able to find a path that is more suitable for you. "

"A more suitable path for you......" Lin Qiye muttered to himself.

Instructor Han Li patted him on the shoulder, "Think about it yourself, I'll go see others first." "

After the instructor left, Lin Qiye stood there alone with a knife in his hand, as if thinking about something......

……

After the first day of purgatory, the following days were much better, not only the food in the cafeteria was discovered by conscience, but also the perverted corporal punishment that appeared at every turn.

Even so, the physical training of the instructors every day still makes the recruits miserable.

Lin Qiye, who had finished a day's training, slowly climbed into bed, and as soon as he closed his eyes, his thoughts became chaotic.

Instructor Han Li's four swords kept appearing in his mind, as well as his own stiff blocking movements......

Maybe he was right, he was really not suitable for using knives, but if he was asked to spend more than twenty years practicing knives, he would still be a little unacceptable.

If you give up using a knife, then ...... Where is his path?

In the midst of the confusion, Lin Qiye fell asleep.

In the dream, he once again recalled the fear of being dominated by Chen Muye.

In the underground training ground, Chen Muye carried two knives, the knife momentum was like a violent wind, and Lin Qiye couldn't breathe, he could only barely block a few attacks, and then resist the pain of the wooden knife on his body.

This time, though, he didn't choose to run away.

His eyes widened, and he used his spiritual power to carefully capture Chen Muye's knife, where it started and where it fell......

Gradually, the underground training ground gradually disappeared, Chen Muye's face became more and more blurred, and only the two wooden knives in his hands, one move and one style, were deeply imprinted in his heart.

Suddenly, Lin Qiye opened his eyes suddenly!

He sat up from the bed, his eyes as bright as the moonlight outside the window, hesitated for a moment, got dressed, and quietly pushed the door open.

With the addition of [Starry Night Dancer], Lin Qiye still didn't make the slightest sound even if he walked on the road, he was like a ghost in the middle of the night, quietly floating through most of the training camp and coming to the empty training ground.

He walked to the stage, reached out and took out the two wooden knives from the shelf, and slowly closed his eyes, Chen Muye's knife momentum automatically appeared in his mind......

He moved.

In the night, in the moonlight,

He holds two knives in his hands, like a midnight butterfly fluttering, agile and subtle.

He opened his eyes, and his eyes were as bright as stars!

……

"Yawn!!"

Peace Office, Chen Muye sneezed violently.

Wu Xiangnan, who was watching TV on the sofa, tilted his head, "Got a cold?" "

"Not really."

"Isn't it like a dozen sneezes in a row?"

"I think maybe someone misses me." Chen Muye spoke seriously.

Wu Xiangnan rolled his eyes,

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