Technician’s Manual

"The sword is iron, it is psychic because of holding it, it is moved by the heart, it is alive because of blood, and it is dead because of not thinking..."

In the alleys of the slums, Fili, wearing a dark raincoat, wielded a bamboo sword to resist the blows of the homeless wooden sticks.

The slums were built in this century and were the best urban areas at that time. Most of them were small six-storey buildings, but they have not been renovated in 70 or 80 years ago, and they just missed the good era of elevators. The city center of the world was gradually transferred to other new urban areas. The wealthy people moved out, and the place gradually became a slum where the lower class rented.

Property management does not exist here, illegal sheds are everywhere, crossed wires are drying clothes, the raised slate is like a trap, and sewage bursts out when you step on it, and the walls are full of mottled and falling off wall ash and extremely suspicious. The water marks, the vomit of the drunkard, and the excrement and urine of some unknown creature were spread on the ground layer by layer. If the sewer of the residential building burst, it would be a carnival.

When the tramp said that he wanted to practice swordsmanship here, the Phili people were stupid.

In her impression, the practice of swordsmanship should be carried out in a clean and spacious dojo, wearing protective suits, and training with a sense of ritual.

But after all, the other party is a homeless person who is poor enough to eat and sleep, and Feili doesn't expect that kind of environment, but the river bank or the spacious and flat land in the park is also open to the public for free!

But the homeless choked her back with a few words: "Are you using it for competition or for actual combat?"

"Flat ground? Do you want to clean up the stones on the ground in advance?"

"Spacious? Why don't you use a hammer or an axe if you like to open and close? In actual combat, can you guarantee that there is no wall, no tree, and no one else by your side? When you are stuck with meat and a knife, do you want to abandon your sword and use your bare hands?"

"Protection? I don't mind you walking around in armor, as long as you don't mind being treated as a fool by others."

Although it is very rude, it does sound a bit reasonable, so Feili deliberately got a black raincoat, which can be used to cover her appearance - she is still attractive to herself - more important It is not afraid of getting dirty, and it does not feel bad when splashed with sewage.

So this month, people in the slum have seen two homeless lunatics fighting in the alleys every day. Normal people don't dare to deal with lunatics, and gangsters who dare to trouble lunatics are Fili's experience pack, and everyone is used to it.

Snapped!

The homeless kicked half of the floor tiles, and when Feili smashed it with the bamboo sword, he suddenly threw the wooden stick, picked up the broom beside him with both hands, and slashed it down with the posture of a two-handed giant sword!

As soon as Fili dodged the stick, she saw the broom slammed down hard, and the attack position happened to be on her right side, where she had the shortest moment, and most of her muscles were hard to exert force. Get off!

"what!"

She stepped back while drinking, and slashed the broom with a chop! But the opponent is far stronger than her, her arms are longer than her, and her feet, waist and shoulders are far better than her. One force is enough to break ten tricks. She hurt her wrist with a bamboo sword!

But just before the bamboo sword touched the broom, the air that was compressed to the extreme vibrated violently, cutting to the broom like a wave!

Boom!

The broom was directly cut off, and although the homeless man reacted extremely quickly and immediately retreated, the bamboo sword quickly bullied him in front of him.

"Win!" Fili retracted the bamboo sword and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, but she was not sure: "I won?"

"You won," said the tramp. "But only once a month, nothing to be proud of—"

"You two **** smashed my broom!?" A middle-aged aunt rushed out of the house next door, yelling and rushing over, Feili and the homeless hurriedly ran away.

They ran to a deserted construction site, not sure if it was unfinished or what, anyway, there was no one there, Feili sat on the steel, grabbed the bamboo sword and asked excitedly: "I won! Have I learned to teach you everything? Swordsmanship, have you been a teacher?"

Vosloda glanced at her, didn't say a word, picked a branch from a nearby tree, and then aimed at the steel pipe and cut it directly.

Fili was stunned at the incision of the steel pipe, and Vosloda said leisurely: "Although you can send sword qi fluctuations in actual combat now, you are still far from the peak. To be honest, I am very disappointed, because you have the ability to emit sword energy. The foundation of sword qi fluctuations, but it took you a month to use it in actual combat, and it is simply the worst student I have ever taught."

"Is this really something a human can do?" Fili tried to split the steel pipe, but she could only leave a shallow mark on it at most: "Professor, you shouldn't cheat, right? Do you have any super skills? ability?"

Fusloda's eyebrows jumped when he heard it, and he asked back: "If you saw someone cut out sword energy fluctuations a month ago, would you think that the other party has superpowers? All skills are deeply researched, and in the eyes of others, they are impossible. A miracle of the imagination."

Feili thought the same thing. When she first started training, when the professor told her that "swords hitting the air can create fluctuations in sword energy", she also thought it was some kind of game setting. But after a month of practice, she can now independently control the fluctuation of sword energy, which seems incredible, but it is actually very simple.

Just like when you push the surface of the water, it will set off ripples outward, and the fluctuation of sword energy is just the ripples produced by the air when the sword pushes away the air. The next step is very simple, just like the ripples on the water surface reach a certain level enough to become a tsunami. With a little skill, Feili will turn these air ripples into sharp blades that cut everything.

Thinking of this, Feili stood up and bowed heavily to Vosloda: "Thank you, Professor!"

Although he learned swordsmanship from the professor for a month, Fili did not know his name, because the professor said that his company's warehouse was in Canaan City. The whereabouts, Fili can only say to the outside world that she studied in swordsmanship class.

Canaan City was the location of the first Angel Hunt. Now the entire city is gone, and the company warehouse is naturally in ruins. The reason for keeping up with current affairs so closely, Feili naturally couldn't pick out the slightest fault, so she called him a professor.

"Well." Vosloda said calmly: "I will also use the same level of sword energy fluctuations as you from tomorrow, so be prepared."

"Good professor!" Fili nodded, turned around and took out her phone and muttered to herself, "Should I tell him now? Or should I ask him to discuss later? But if I win him, he won't Would you be unhappy?"

Vosloda's face was very complicated. After all, this month, he had seen Fili miss her boyfriend countless times, and even Fili came to learn swordsmanship for her boyfriend. According to her, the kid's living environment was very dangerous. So she has to learn swordsmanship to protect him.

Then for the next five consecutive days, Vosloda interrupted the hands and feet of all the gangsters in Jia Shi who had a "dangerous living environment", but unfortunately the kid was not there.

Fili was very tight-lipped and would never reveal the kid’s information. Vosloda also thought about following him, but Fili left by public transportation, and he couldn’t take it—he was hiding his head and face. Attitude can't pass security check at all.

But he must not show his face. Fusloda knows with his mind that the legends of the stars must be the primary targets of other teams, so as soon as he enters the kingdom of stars, he abandons his original identity and hides in the slums. . And he didn't expect it to be bad. A few days ago, people in black were asking around with photos of him, the Night King, and the Pope. After a simple interrogation, Fusloda knew that someone in the underground world was offering a reward for a few of them.

So Vosloda could only watch Fili fall in love, and he couldn't say anything.

No matter in this world or that world, he is not qualified to preach.

"That kid can't beat you." Vosloda said lightly: "Unless he has a saint... Anyway, it is impossible for ordinary people to beat you who can master the fluctuation of sword energy. However, there are some people who are very inferior in this world. If you are surpassed, you will get angry, lose your temper, and even belittle others, so I suggest you go and beat him immediately to see what kind of person he is."

"Then he is definitely not such a person." Feili retorted without hesitation: "After all, the sword—"

Although Feili immediately shut up, Fusloda was acutely aware of something, "What is the sword? Besides you, there are women who practice swordsmanship around that kid?"

The little sheep thought about it, and felt that she had gotten to know the professor very well during this time, and the professor always gave her a kind of intimacy similar to that of Senior Demir. She felt that it would not harm herself, so she said a little about the love she encountered. trouble.

However, she still remembered to conceal their identities, Yaxiu became 'Xiu Xiu', Jian Ji became 'Sword Sword', and the witch became 'Demon'.

"Wait," Vosloda asked eagerly without waiting for her to finish, "You mean that kid has two lovers besides your real girlfriend!?"

Fili was stunned, and suddenly realized that because she was biased towards herself, she ignored a certain premise in her words intentionally or unintentionally, so she lowered her head and said, "No, it's not like you imagined..."

"Phili, I..." Vosloda said rather awkwardly: "I know that I, a middle-aged uncle, shouldn't interfere in your young people's lives, but I know that you are a good girl, and you deserve a better person. Instead of picking trash boyfriends out of the trash!"

"It's not what you think it is!"

"Those who cheat are scumbags who can't control their lower body. Those third parties who know that the other party has a partner and stick it up are even more shameless and lowly! And it's not one, he actually has two lovers, I really don't know those women. What do you think, it's not disgusting-"

"I'm not his girlfriend, I'm the last one here!" Fili shouted, breaking the jar, "I'm the third...fourth!"

This time, Vosloda was completely blinded. He opened his mouth and couldn't say a word. He looked around as if asking for help, as if expecting a gangster to come out of the dark to ease the atmosphere. It's a pity that the gangsters in the ghetto were beaten by them. Broken leg.

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