Zhan Shen: I am the spokesperson for the Great Love Immortal

After Fang Sheng left, Lin Qiye also looked at Han Li curiously.

"Instructor Han, how is my swordsmanship? How can I improve it?"

Han Li turned around and looked at Lin Qiye and was silent for two seconds.

"Have you ever considered using a different weapon in the future?"

Lin Qiye: ∑(O_O;).

"Ah, Instructor Han, I feel like my swordsmanship is pretty good."

Han Li sighed.

"If Fang Sheng is always thinking about killing people when he uses a knife, then you are always thinking about using a knife when you use a knife."

Lin Qiye was a little confused and asked quickly.

"When you're using a knife, you're always thinking about using a knife? What does that mean?"

Han Li thought for a moment, then organized his words and spoke.

“The key point is that your knife only has form, but no meaning.

You're too rigid when using your sword, like you're using a set of sword moves. While that's more than enough to deal with ordinary people, once you run into an opponent like Fang Sheng who's already mastered the art, you'll just be beaten."

Lin Qiye glanced at Fang Sheng, who was practicing swordplay next to him with an expressionless face, and couldn't help but shudder when he remembered the days when he and Fang Sheng practiced swordplay together.

To some extent, what Instructor Han said was true. He really only deserved to be beaten.

"How do we do that?"

Instructor Han thought for a moment, then took down two wooden swords from the shelf, handed one to Lin Qiye, and held the other in his own hand.

"Come on, let's practice.

When you were sparring with Fang Sheng just now, you just took the beating and probably didn't feel anything. This time, I will cater to your attacks and help you understand your own shortcomings."

Lin Qiye's mouth twitched, he nodded, took the knife, seriously assumed a fighting posture, and then suddenly swung it at Han Li.

Unlike the last time he taught the class, Han Li's swordsmanship this time was extremely mysterious, and there was no trace of the funny feeling at first.

His standing posture seemed loose, but it was extremely regular. The wooden sword in his hand slashed out like a ghost. In just a moment, he blocked all of Lin Qiye's attacks.

After Lin Qiye's three consecutive slashes, Han Li finally stopped simply blocking and narrowed his eyes slightly, and swung the wooden sword in his hand for the first time.

As it chopped and cut, the blade, which was originally as dead as a dead object, seemed to turn into a swimming snake, constantly spitting out its snake tongue towards Lin Qiye.

A moment after Han Li attacked, there was a crisp sound and the knife in Lin Qiye's hand was knocked away.

Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment.

Originally, he hadn't noticed it when he was sparring with Fang Sheng. After all, Fang Sheng would not show him any mercy. Once he was about to chop Fang Sheng, Fang Sheng would knock the knife out of his hand, or simply kick him out of the field.

But now, he has a deep understanding of the difference between them.

Instructor Han Li did not defeat Fang Sheng as quickly and decisively as he did. Instead, he slowed down his swordsmanship in order to make him see the gap clearly so that he could see the difference between the two.

Lin Qiye thought for a long time and finally sighed heavily.

This time, he finally understood the gap between himself and the swordsmanship masters.

Instructor Han put away his knife, put it back on the shelf, and asked Lin Qiye a question.

"Did you notice it?"

Lin Qiye nodded, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth.

"My knife is...very rigid."

Instructor Han sighed, "That's exactly the problem. While this problem can be solved, it's extremely time-consuming. Essentially, the effort is far less than the reward. That's why I suggest you try a different weapon."

Lin Qiye was silent for a moment.

"Time-consuming? How long?"

Han Li thought about it.

"This situation, in essence, is a lack of perception of the sword. If you want to make up for it, it is not impossible. For example, most martial arts masters in the mortal world make up for it through acquired efforts.

However, the method of making up for it is too harsh, because the method is pure hard training. When you hold a knife and practice hard for ten or twenty years, you will naturally develop this feeling and your own rhythm.

Chapter 74 It's really unreasonable...

Looking at Lin Qiye's bitter face, Instructor Han paused and said comfortingly:

"So, have you ever thought about switching to a different weapon? Not necessarily a knife, but something other than a straight blade."

Lin Qiye was stunned and started to think.

“To be honest, truly gifted people are like Fang Sheng. Even though they have never used a knife before, and even though their knife skills are full of mistakes due to various small flaws, even if they wield the knife clumsily and poorly, they have an inexplicable rhythm.

This is also a necessary condition to become a master of swordsmanship.

It's a pity, Qiye, that I don't see this kind of talent in you."

Looking at Lin Qiye who lowered his eyes, Instructor Han immediately added, "Of course, I'm not saying that your talent is poor. There are so many people in the world, how many of them are truly talented?

Take your batch of new recruits for example. Among the 240 people, I only see Fang Sheng has this talent, and the others don’t have it. But does that mean you are definitely inferior to him?

no.

Everyone in this world has their own path, but maybe yours isn't this one. I've said all this because I hope you can find your own path."

"Is this my path..." Lin Qiye seemed to have sensed something.

Instructor Han nodded, patted Lin Qiye on the shoulder, then nodded to Fang Sheng who was practicing swordsmanship at the side, and left.

The only ones left at the scene were Lin Qiye who was lost in thought, Fang Sheng who was practicing sword skills silently, and four forgotten figures.

"Brother Shen, why don't you, Instructor Han, come and teach us?"

The corner of Shen Qingzhu's mouth twitched.

Deng Wei next to him kicked Li Jia.

"Can you please have some self-awareness? Do you really have to embarrass us again?"

Li Jia rubbed his butt innocently, "Ah? Why is it embarrassing?"

Li Liang explained quietly.

"Not teaching us means we still need to practice the basic swordsmanship..."

.....

After several days of special training, Fang Sheng felt very tired. Although Instructor Hong did not deliberately increase the amount of training for Fang Sheng after seeing Fang Sheng's intention, Fang Sheng was still the most demanding of himself.

This made the training, which was already a pain for the recruits, even more so for him.

This kind of training is certainly torturous, but Fang Sheng has no choice.

Originally, his training was only conducted at daybreak, but after he refined the Iron Bone Gu, he would even train alone at night.

Of course, only in the training ground, which was the place he was most familiar with so far. He was afraid of getting lost in other places.

On the other hand, Lin Qiye, who was criticized by Instructor Han a few days ago and found that he had no talent, couldn't fall asleep in his bed. Every time he was about to fall asleep, a little Instructor Han would appear in his ear and question him.

"How do you sleep with a talent like yours?"

"Look at Fang Sheng, he's talented and he's training himself to death, but you, with no talent, are just slacking off here!"

"Are you worthy of Zhao Kongcheng, who died in front of you to protect your family?"

"If you died on the battlefield because of your slack training, even though you deserved it, would you be worthy of your aunt and A-Jin who are still waiting for you to come home?"

"Are you worthy of Captain Chen Muye and the members of Team 136 who nurtured you?"

Lin Qiye finally opened his eyes, silently got up from the bed, put on his clothes quietly, and without waking up Baili Pangpang who was snoring loudly, he pushed the door and walked out of the dormitory.

Lin Qiye is different in the night than in the day. With the blessing of [Starry Night Dancer], his footsteps make no sound. He is like a ghost, floating up and down in the camp.

Not long after, he also arrived at the training ground.

Looking at Fang Sheng who was training alone inside, he felt a little melancholy.

During this period, rumors circulated among the new recruits that Fang had stayed up late at night to train on his own before his death, but few people believed it. After all, human physical strength is limited.

They already had to go through hellish training during the day, and Fang Sheng's training volume was always twice that of themselves and others. They didn't believe that Fang Sheng would do more training.

The reason is very simple. I only sleep less than four hours a day, and then I undergo high-intensity training. Doing this for such a long time, regardless of whether it is painful or not, it is incredible that I can endure it.

But now, Lin Qiye completely believed it.

Because whether he believes it or not, the answer is there.

He did not start training right away, but sat silently by the side watching Fang Sheng practice sword skills. He did not go up to greet Fang Sheng because he knew that Fang Sheng would ignore him while training.

As the night deepened, his thoughts also turned to the darkness.

He recalled his experiences over the years, from the time he accidentally saw an angel as a child, to the time he opened his eyes for the first time many years later, from the attack by the ghost-faced man, to the small family protected by Zhao Kongcheng, and later when he and Fang Sheng joined Team 136, and then trained swordsmanship together.

At this time, Lin Qiye's eyes lost their luster, and he had obviously entered a state of emptiness and clarity.

He began to recall his sparring with Fang Sheng, his sparring with Captain Chen Muye, and then his sparring with Instructor Han Li.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand.

Chen Muye's swordsmanship was like a violent storm, which could suffocate him. Fang Sheng's swordsmanship was murderous and sharp, which made his spine feel cold. Instructor Han's swordsmanship was like a snake, floating like a fairy.

So, where is his path?

What is the most suitable path for him?

After a moment, Lin Qiye stood up and took two straight knives from the wooden rack beside him.

He held a handful in each hand and slowly moved in the dark. His figure was like a flying midnight butterfly, with infinite charm hidden in his agility.

As his sword danced, he once again opened his eyes, which were as bright as stars.

At this time, Fang Sheng had already stopped practicing his sword and was observing Lin Qiye.

It’s not that he cares much about Lin Qiye, but he feels that the aura on Lin Qiye’s body just now is very mysterious, which makes him a little curious.

"Interesting, an epiphany? That's really unreasonable..."

As Fang Sheng's deep and dark eyes met Lin Qiye's golden pupils, although the two did not speak, they had already understood each other's meaning.

In an instant, their figures began to move.

In just a moment, the two men bumped into each other, one with a smile on his face, and the other with a blank expression.

This time, they did not use any abilities other than swordsmanship, and only competed with pure swordsmanship. Lin Qiye, who was usually unable to fight back against Fang Sheng, was no longer so inferior to Fang Sheng this time.

Under the cover of night, two figures kept colliding and intertwining with each other, with swords flashing and sabers flying!

Chapter 75 Divinity.

In the following period of time, Fang Sheng trained as usual during the day and practiced swordsmanship with Lin Qiye at night.

Ever since Lin Qiye's sudden realization, his swordsmanship has improved significantly.

Of course, he still got beaten.

Later on, the one who practiced swordsmanship with him was no longer Lin Qiye himself, but Shen Qingzhu, Baili Pangpang and Lin Qiye.

Of course Cao Yuan also came, but he couldn't hold a knife, so he could only hold a small spoon and demonstrate by himself.

As for why Baili Pangpang also came, it was because Lin Qiye was here, and his goddess Molly was also here.

Molly had no intention of getting involved; she knew her own limitations.

The situation at the scene seemed to be that Fang Sheng was outnumbered by Lin Qiye and others, but in fact, it was Fang Sheng who was outnumbered by three people.

The three of them joined forces, but not only were they unable to hurt Fang Sheng, they also left him with a black eye and a swollen face.

Shen Qingzhu and the others didn't care that she had to train with injuries during the day, but that didn't mean she didn't care.

In fact, Lin Qiye and others were also helpless.

Fang Sheng is too strong, and his swordsmanship has gradually improved. In the past, Lin Qiye could still rely on his rapidly improving strength to compete with Fang Sheng, but now, he can only take a beating.

Shen Qingzhu and Baili Pangpang were also silent.

If the combined combat power of the three of them is 2, then Fang Sheng's is 10.