I Learn To Kill Gods In A Mental Hospital

Da da da da!

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

Opposite him, Baili Pangpang retreated in a panic, swinging the wooden knife in his hand, and could only barely parry.

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Qiye easily lifted the wooden knife from Baili Pangpang's hand, and then took a sudden step forward, the wooden knife hovered around Baili Pangpang's neck.

\"You are too strong, I can't beat you!\" Baili Pangpang threw away the wooden knife in his hand, sat down panting, and spoke angrily.

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

Cao Yuan, who couldn't touch a knife, sat silently by the side, watching the battle between the two with his cheeks on his hands. Hearing Lin Qiye's words, he nodded his head in deep agreement.

Baili Fatty: ...

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

Baili Pangpang weeping and dejectedly joined the basic team next to him.

\"Lin Qiye...\" Instructor Han Li frowned slightly, \"Although your foundation is very solid and your sword skills are very proficient, but... I always feel that something is missing.\"

\"What's missing?\"

\"Your knife has a shape, but no soul.\" Instructor Han Li sorted out his language, \"Your knife is too rigid, it can be used to deal with some ordinary people, but if you encounter a real If you are a master, it will be very difficult.

Well, let's practice it. \”

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

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

Da da da--!

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

After swinging the saber three times in a row, Instructor Han Li narrowed his eyes. The wooden saber in his hand seemed to have a soul. It floated out like a snake and hit Lin Qiye's wrist.

Hearing a soft sound, Lin Qiye's wooden knife came out of his hand and fell to the side.

Lin Qiye was stunned.

Different from the last saber practice, the last time Instructor Han Li sparred with him, it was to teach the recruits a fixed saber technique, and in order to let everyone see clearly, the speed was slowed down a bit, let alone this saber practice Qiye learned from Chen Muye, so he can easily block it.

But this time the duel was completely different.

Instructor Han Li swung four sabers in a row, without the slightest pattern to follow, and the wooden saber seemed to have a life of its own in his hands, with terrifying flexibility.

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

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

\"Well.\" Lin Qiye frowned and thought, \"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. Many martial arts masters in the world are like this. As long as they practice hard for 20 or 30 years, they can reach a Very high level.\”

Hearing the words twenty or thirty years, Lin Qiye's expression turned ugly.

\"However, I don't think the most fundamental reason is here.\" Instructor Han Li continued.

\"what is that?\"

\"Have you ever thought that you are not suitable for using knives? Or, you are not suitable for using this kind of knives.\" Instructor Han Li looked into his eyes.

Lin Qiye was taken aback.

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

Unfortunately, I didn'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, but not many people really have unique talents. As long as you practice hard, your sword skills will still be successful. But if you want to touch a higher realm, it is very difficult.

In fact, I have been talking for so long, just to remind you that you may be able to find a path that suits you better. \”

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

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

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

...

After the first day of purgatory, the following days were much easier. Not only was the conscience of the food in the cafeteria discovered, but there was no abnormal corporal punishment that appeared every now and then.

Even so, the instructors' varied physical training every day still made the recruits feel miserable.

After a day of training, Lin Qiye slowly climbed onto the bed, and as soon as he closed his eyes, his thoughts became chaotic.

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

Maybe what he said was right, he was indeed not suitable for using a knife, but if he had to spend more than twenty years practicing it, he still couldn't accept it.

If he gave up using the knife, then... where is his path?

In a daze, 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 was carrying a pair of knives. The knives were like a gust of wind, overwhelming Lin Qiye. He could barely block a few attacks, and then resisted the pain from the wooden knives on his body.

But this time, he didn't choose to escape.

He widened his eyes, and used his mental strength to carefully capture Chen Muye's knife, where it came from, and where it fell...

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

Suddenly, Lin Qiye suddenly opened his eyes!

He sat up from the bed, his eyes were as bright as the moonlight outside the window, after hesitating for a moment, he got dressed and quietly pushed the door out.

With the addition of [Starry Night Dancer], even though Lin Qiye was walking on the road, he still didn't make the slightest sound. Like a ghost in the middle of the night, he quietly drifted through most of the training camp and came to the empty training ground.

He walked to the martial arts stage, reached out and took down two wooden knives from the stand, and slowly closed his eyes, Chen Muye's knives automatically appeared in his mind...

He moved.

In the night, in the moonlight,

He holds two knives in his hand, like a flying midnight butterfly, agile and hidden charm.

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

...

\"Yeah!!\"

Peace Office, Chen Muye sneezed violently.

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

\"Not like.\"

\"It doesn't look like even a dozen sneezes?\"

\"I think someone might miss me.\" Chen Muye said seriously.

Wu Xiangnan rolled his eyes,

\"Bullshit.\"