I Was Learning To Kill Gods in a Mental Hospital

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Chapter 105 The Road

Da da da!

Training ground, wood knife collision, Lin Qiya single hand behind his back, right hand holding the knife, step by step forward, steady pace.

On the opposite side of him, Baili Pangpang stepped back in a panic, swinging the wooden knife in his hand, only barely able to resist.

With a flick of the wrist, Lin Qiye easily picked the wooden knife of Baili’s fat hand, and then took a sharp step forward, the wooden knife hovering on the edge of Baili’s fat neck.

You’re too strong. I can’t beat you! Baili Pangpang dropped the wooden knife in his hand, sat down breathlessly, and opened his mouth with chagrin.

I’m not strong, you’re weak. Lin seven nights tell the truth.

Cant touch the knife Caoyuan silently sitting next to, holding the cheek to watch the battle of two people, hear Lin seven nights this sentence, nodded, deeply agreed.

Baili Pangpang:……

Bai Li Tu Ming, your foundation is too poor, first go to the side like them to practice the foundation. Han Li instructor walked forward, to the hundred fat fat said.

Baili fat sad face, dejected to join the base team next to.

Lin Qiye…… Instructor Han Li’s brow slightly wrinkled, although your foundation is very solid, knife skills are also very skilled, but… I always felt like something was missing.

What’s missing?

Your sword has its form, but not its soul. Han Li instructor sorted out the language, your knife is too rigid, used to deal with some ordinary people can also, but if you meet a real master, it will be very difficult.

You know what? Let’s practice.

Han Li instructor from the shelf next to take down a wooden knife, hands naturally droop, some random standing in front of Lin seven nights.

Lin seven nights nodded, seriously put a fighting posture, the hand of the wooden knife suddenly swung out!

Dada dada –!

Han Li instructor seemingly loose standing posture instantly drifting up, the hand of the wooden knife as if a ghost cut out, easy block Lin seven nights offensive.

After swinging open three knives, Han Li instructor’s eyes narrowed, the wooden knife of the hand seemed to have a soul, floating out gently like a snake, hitting Lin Qiya’s wrist.

Only listen to a light sound, Lin Qiye’s wooden knife will be out of hand, fell aside.

Lin seven nights was stunned.

Different from the last knife drill, the last time Han Li instructors practiced with him, it was to teach the recruits a fixed knife, and in order to let everyone see, specially slowed down a little speed, not to mention the knife Lin seven nights from Chen Muye where learned, naturally can easily block down.

But this sparring was totally different.

Instructor Han Li even out four knives, there is no law to follow, and the wooden knife in his hand as if it had its own life, flexible and terrible.

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

Can you feel it? Han Li instructor picked up the wooden knife for him and asked.

MHM. Lin seven nights frown to think, but how should I practice to overcome this rigidity?

Han Li instructor silence for a moment, in fact, although this problem is serious, but not irreparable, but to spend a lot of time, many martial arts masters are so, as long as the hard practice of 20 or 30 years, can also reach a very high realm.

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

However, I think the fundamental reason is not here. Instructor Han Li continued.

What is that?

Has it ever occurred to you that you’re not really cut out for a knife? Or rather, it’s not the right knife. Han Li instructor looked into his eyes.

Lin was stunned for seven nights.

To tell the truth, your talent in using the knife is not high, the group of people who are really talented, even if it is the first time to touch the knife, even if he wields again clumsily, there will be an ineffable charm…

Unfortunately, I don’t see it in you.

Instructor Han Li then said, of course, I’m not saying you don’t have this talent, there are so many people in the world, who really have unique talents, as long as you practice, your knife will still have achievements, but if you want to touch a higher realm, it is very difficult.

In fact, I have said this for so long to remind you that you may find a better path for yourself.

More suitable for their own path… Lin seven nights mumbling.

Instructor Han Li patted him on the shoulder, you think about it yourself, I go to see others first.

After the instructor left, Lin seven nights holding a knife in his hand, standing there alone, seems to be thinking about what…

…

After the first day of purgatory, the following days were much better, not only the food in the canteen found its conscience, but also there was no abnormal corporal punishment at every turn.

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

The end of a day of training Lin seven night slowly climb to bed, a close your eyes, thoughts are confused up.

His mind constantly appeared Han Li instructor’s four knives, as well as their own rigid blocking action…

Maybe he is right that he is not fit to use knives, but if he spends more than 20 years to practice knives, he still has some unacceptable.

If you give up the knife, then… Where the hell is his path?

Between unexamined, Lin seven nights sleep past.

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

Underground training ground, Chen Muye carrying a double knife, knife potential like the wind, will Lin Qiya pressure out of breath, he can only barely block several attacks, and then hard to resist the pain of wood knife hit on the body.

But this time, he didn’t run away.

He widened his eyes and carefully captured Chen Muye’s knife with his mental force, where it started and where it fell…

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

Suddenly, Lin Qiye suddenly opened his eyes!

He sat up in bed, his eyes as bright as the moonlight outside the window. After a moment’s hesitation, he dressed and quietly pushed the door open.

Under the addition of the “starry night dancer”, Lin Qiye even if he walked on the road still did not have the slightest sound, he was like a ghost in the middle of the night, quietly floating over the half of the training camp, came to the empty training ground.

He walked to the performing arts stage, reached out and took down two wooden knives from the shelf, slowly closed his eyes, and Chen Muye’s knife power 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, smart and hidden charm.

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

…

Owe!!

Peace Office, Chen Muye suddenly sneezed.

Wu Xiangnan, who is watching TV on the sofa, tilted his head and caught a cold.

Not like it.

Not even a dozen sneezes?

I think maybe someone missed me. Chen Muye opened his mouth seriously.

Wu Xiangnan rolled his eyes.