Granto

In the grove behind the small building, Garon stood alone in the middle of the woodland, paying close attention to the swaying leaves and meadows around him, the wind blowing through the ground and over the forest, driving the leaves to shake continuously.

He stood surrounded by greens and shadows, his eyes wandering slightly from time to time, staring at other inconspicuous places around him.

'The Void Bugs are just the strikers, they've got their eye on you, now it's up to you to learn how to deal with this creature yourself. Black Sas's voice rang in his ears.

"What do I need to be aware of? How can they be eliminated?" asked Garon in a low voice.

'They're just bugs, they're very weak, they're just normal physical attacks don't work against them, they have to cover themselves with energy. Spirits are the elements of the Mother River, they are their nemesis, you just need to make your spirits highly condensed, and then attack them, and you can solve it. ’

But, the trouble now is that you can't control yourself at all when you're dreaming, and your consciousness rebounds too much, causing you to act completely on instinct, so first you have to do a little bit and boost your concentration in the dream. Otherwise, you will be too easily influenced by instinct to concentrate your mind, and it will be difficult to even control your actions, let alone run your spirit. Black Saas said carefully.

Garon repeated: "The first step is to train your attention, in dreaming. Right?"

'You try it. ’

"What about ordinary people who don't have the courage to do anything when they encounter a void creature?" Garon suddenly asked.

'Find and distinguish them, or try to communicate if they are contaminated. Acquire a certain amount of knowledge of the Void, or take the initiative to avoid them and exit the dream by yourself. Their time is different from ours, ordinary void creatures live on a long time plane, and one breath of theirs may be our years. So don't be patient with them, that's what they do best, and some of them can survive for tens of thousands of years. Black Saas whispered. 'Void creatures are usually not interested in the average person, and if they do, there are only two possibilities. One is trying to pollute humans. Their main food is a certain energy that is constantly produced by biological consciousness, and when contaminated, biological consciousness will be reduced to their kind and producers. The other is curiosity, pure curiosity. It's like researchers in us humans who have discovered some kind of ant that never has tentacles. ’

Garon nodded. Indicating that he understood what Black Sas meant, although he talked too much nonsense, which led to his explanation being very redundant and long, the main meaning was that he understood.

Look at the trees and weeds that are constantly swaying around. There is also the faint sound of cars in the distance and the sound music of store promotions.

Garon slowly calmed down. Control your consciousness and begin to fall into a misty sleep.

Consciousness gradually blurred, he unconsciously sat down against the foot of a large tree, his back against the rough bark surface, sitting on the soft but somewhat damp grass, between the grass there was warm moisture rushing up, with a faint smell of grass.

Before he knew it, Garon closed his eyes. Slowly fall asleep.

Chirp chirp

It seems that the sound of birds is heard from a long distance.

Garon opened his eyes in a daze and found himself lying on his big bed. There was an electric fan next to him that was blowing vigorously at him, and the shape of the fan was not clear, it seemed to be white, and it seemed to be made of noodles. The wind that blows out is hot and wet.

The walls around him seemed to be constantly flowing, changing subtle colors, as if they were brown, Garon felt very unconscious, he couldn't tell what he was doing, he lowered his head to see what position he was in now, but he just couldn't lower it.

'Put the knife back in the box.' The thought suddenly arose to him, and he flew up from the bed, and then found that behind his room, there was a black knife at some point, very long and wide, with a silver edge on it.

He felt himself walk over, take the knife off the shelf that came out of nowhere, and then take a box with his other hand and insert the knife directly into it.

Garon suddenly remembered that he seemed to have something to do, and he stood there and tried to think about it, but he couldn't think of anything.

Standing like this, he kept reminiscing. Suddenly, I felt a small itch in my right foot, as if some bug was crawling. He tried to bend down to grab it, but when he looked down, he couldn't find his right foot.

Syllable.

A drop of dew fell on Garon's forehead, and the dew slid down the bridge of his nose and ran down his chin and into his collar.

Garon opened his eyes and felt a sense of relief all over his body.

'Are you awake?' Black Sas's voice rang out at regular intervals.

"I don't think I made it?" Garon frowned.

It's clear you've failed. There was schadenfreude in Hesas's tone, 'You fall into a dream without even realizing it, and then you are led by instinct, and you come out without doing anything. ’

"It's a bit of a hassle. Garon said with a frown.

That's for sure, anyone who does this exercise does it through long-term practice, and you will get better by practicing it slowly in the future. ’

Garon stood up, feeling as if something was really crawling on his right foot.

He shook his trouser leg, and a small white ant fell out of his pants. The ant rolled over and got up from the ground, and soon sank into the grass.

"It's a whole new field. Garon whispered, "But I'll have a lot of time to process my studies." ”

'Someone is coming. Black Sas's voice quickly fell.

Garon turned his head to the left, and from his vantage point, he could see a tall girl walking on the lawn between the two houses. Dressed in white casual clothes, with long red hair and a shawl, carrying a small red bag in his hand, melon seed face, white skin, and exuding a cold temperament.

"Aisaro, long time no see. Garon greeted with a smile.

"Garon, have you come for morning exercise today?" Aisaro also saw Garon, and his face was slightly stunned. "I was delayed yesterday, so I didn't come to see you. ”

"It's fine. You're here for an activity at noon?" asked Garon.

"Hmm. I'm used to this time. Asaro nodded.

"Speaking of which, we've been training together here for a year now, right?" Garon took a few steps forward, standing a few steps away from Aisaro. Suddenly, his nose twitched slightly, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Do you want to do two tricks?"

Asaro's eyes lit up.

Call!

Before she could say hello, she swept over with a side kick that screeched with air.

Syllable.

Garon blocked her kick, but immediately followed by a second kick from the right. Keep swinging. The third, the fourth, the fifth!

The two of them collided with each other hand and foot continuously, making a thumping sound.

Aisaro's speed became faster and faster, his legs almost in a circle of phantoms, his whole person like a spinning top, his toes like the tip of a knife, like a continuous razor, constantly cutting through Garon's right hand.

"Be careful!"

Aisaro jumped back, bent his right leg, and kicked forward suddenly, and his right leg kicked straight through like a cannonball.

Boom!

The two parted abruptly, and Garon's right hand was slowly lowered, a charming smile on his face.

"You're improving again. ”

"I still can't force you to use a second hand. Aisaro shook his head with a slight sweat on his forehead.

"Remember the trick I showed you?" Garon suddenly lowered his voice.

The five fingers of his right hand were spread out, as if he was holding something, and at this moment, a strange scene appeared.

There seemed to be a faint flow of air flowing in the middle of his palm.

Strands of air were like hair, constantly flowing between his fingers.

These invisible currents of air seemed to be alive, constantly surrounding the palm of his hand.

In an instant, Aisaro saw a flower in front of his eyes, and he didn't hear any sound, just felt that his eyes were flowering, and Garon's right hand was already imprinted on his forehead, and his thumb was up, facing his left eye, and it was almost straight into the socket.

It was only then that Asaro felt a deep chill.

The ability to sense a crisis, which she had always been proud of, did not react at this time.

"Silent killing. Garon withdrew his arm and held his right palm lightly, as if holding up an invisible wind.

"You have an extraordinary sensitivity to the wind and the currents, and you may be able to truly grasp the essence of this technique. ”

He was right, this was indeed just a skill, not a secret technique, nor a secret technique, but just a simple small skill, a technique that could dissolve the surging air generated when the movement moved.

Theoretically, only a martial artist who has truly attained the vibration technique in the secret martial arts can achieve it, but Garon has long discovered the special feature of Aisaro, she has an extremely delicate perception of the subtle flow changes in the air that is coming, and it may be possible to cultivate this technique of sensing the change of air flow.

"Silent Killing?" Aisaro repeated the name. Her eyes seemed to be fanning with dazzling light, and her hands unconsciously began to repeat Garon's movements, although the posture was exactly the same, but there was no abnormal change.

"Don't be fooled by the name, I'm a good law-abiding citizen. Garon smiled, "Then I'll go back first." You practice slowly. ”

"Good. Aisaro nodded, but his hands kept repeating the simple change as if he was enchanted.

She felt like she could learn.

Garon smiled, looked at her in a daze, and turned to walk towards the back door of his house.

Aside from selfishness or something, he still admires a very talented student like Asarro, she is the kind of person who knows how precious these skills are, she has almost died countless times on these seemingly simple skills, only those who have experienced them will understand the preciousness. For such people, it is not an exaggeration to teach some small things. (To be continued......)