My Way

Chapter 33 Bamboo Forest and Mosquitoes

Three months later.

Night time.

Somewhere in a bamboo forest about three hundred meters away from the residence.

Because this place is relatively close to the gang’s central lake, there is a lot of water vapor around it.

Therefore, the thick white fog is still spreading in the dense bamboo forest, making the visibility in the entire bamboo forest very low.

Among those thick bamboos that were often thirty or forty meters high, Ling Wuyuan's figure was moving in an orderly manner in a certain area. Although the amplitude of each movement was not large, basically only two or three meters, the movements seemed a bit strange, and there were some weird and awkward postures that did not conform to the human body structure and behavioral habits.

For example, sometimes the angle of his body would form an acute angle of 20 to 30 degrees with the ground.

It's as if it's avoiding something or deducing something.

at the same time.

The long sword in his hand was swung continuously as he changed his steps.

There are no specific sword techniques.

It just danced around his body in a random manner.

The only feature is that it is fast enough.

It was as if there was a sword shadow around him...

When the pale moonlight shone on the blade of the long sword in his hand.

The soft moonlight would often reflect cold rays of light on the smooth sword, randomly illuminating some scenes that were originally hidden in the darkness in the surrounding dark white fog...

From a distance of nearly thirty meters, he looked at Ling Wuyuan's figure dancing with the sword not far away.

A newcomer of the same generation as him watched carefully for a while, then spoke in confusion, holding a lantern for lighting:
"What is he doing?"

"Are you practicing basic sword techniques?"

"Why is it so disorganized?"

Although Ling Wuyuan's sword dance was indeed very fast, he could only barely keep up with his visual capture ability.

If a real fight breaks out, he probably won't be able to beat Ling Wuyuan.

But he was indeed puzzled as to why Ling Wuyuan's swordsmanship was so disorganized.

There is absolutely no pattern at all.

Even though he had been standing there and watching the other party for a few minutes, he did not understand any of the mysteries of the sword techniques. At most, he felt that the other party's sword-dancing speed was indeed fast.

The people next to him.

Another newcomer of the same period also observed carefully for a while and shook his head slightly:

"I also can not understand."

"Whether it's the body movements used by Ling Wuyuan or the sword techniques he used, I can't understand them..."

"I can't see any useful information from it..."

Although Ling Wuyuan's sword light looked quite sharp, it was still somewhat chaotic and disorderly. It gave people the feeling that it was simply fast and there was not much to worry about.

Subtle?

Far from it.

As for his body movements, they are even more confusing.

It is not exquisite, nor is it beautiful.

After continuing to watch carefully for a while.

The man looked at Ling Wuyuan who seemed to be dodging something, and could only guess vaguely:
"I heard that some guys would simulate opponents in their minds to fight when they were practicing martial arts. Maybe he was doing that?"

Hear the words.

After pondering for a moment.

His companion felt that there was some truth in this.

He nodded in agreement: "...It is indeed possible."

Then he quickly turned to doubt with a puzzled look:

"But what's the point of that?"

"An imaginary opponent is, after all, just an imaginary one. It is an unrealistic thing."

"There's no way I can compare to a real opponent!"

"Wouldn't it be better if he just found someone to practice with?"

In response to this statement, the other person nodded in agreement, then he quickly thought of something and laughed again.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You know that guy's personality. He is always cold and never interacts with others."

"Even during group training at the training ground during the day, he is undoubtedly a loner."

"Where do you think he got his friends for sparring?"

Hear the words.

After being stunned for a moment, the person who had just spoken also started laughing.

"Hahaha……"

"Makes sense!"

"That makes sense!"

"It really made me suddenly understand everything!!"

Recalling Ling Wuyuan's attitude towards everyone else.

Don't provoke, but don't make friends with them either. It's okay to have the attitude of keeping people at a distance.

He simply couldn't find any words or reasons to refute the other party.

There was only one thought in my mind.

"Reasonable!"

"That's damn reasonable!!"

but.

After laughing for a while.

He stopped laughing and muttered with some complaints:

"Let's go quickly."

"There are so many poisonous mosquitoes in this bamboo forest. I have at least 20 bites all over my body. It's really itchy..."

"Next time you come to practice martial arts, don't forget to bring mosquito repellent..."

"You're right. This damn place is full of mosquitoes at this time of year. No wonder no one wants to come here to play. It's like using your own flesh to feed the mosquitoes..."

Shortly after.

They walked away slowly, holding lanterns.

While walking, chatting.

The focus of the chat was Ling Wuyuan.

For this, he got first place in the cultural subjects.

They were naturally a little envious and jealous of those who had consistently ranked in the top five or even the top three in the practice classes and had never been whipped, especially when Ling Wuyuan did not make any friends with others.

They all felt that Ling Wuyuan was too arrogant.

"...This guy is indeed very talented, but he just doesn't know how to behave. He doesn't understand the world's warmth and coldness. He only knows how to work hard on his own things. He will definitely run into obstacles in other areas in the future and suffer greatly..."

"Yes, yes, yes... I think so too, that guy..."

Regarding the words and thoughts of the two people.

Ling Wuyuan didn't care.

Even though I heard the conversation between the two, I didn't feel much.

As for mosquitoes?

That’s a lot indeed.

In his eyes, the two before were just like many mosquitoes...

At this moment, Ling Wuyuan was still there calmly dancing with the sword in his hand.

However, compared to before, his sword dancing speed and footwork speed were undoubtedly much faster.

The sword light is so fast.

It just left a lot of afterimages around him!

It's like some kind of airtight light shield!
The same was true of his pace, which was about 50 meters per second. In the eyes of ordinary people, he was like a demon, and it was impossible to tell what was happening...

　Thanks: Xinghun Mengyi for his 100 Qidian coins! Xiaopang who wants to read books for his 100 Qidian coins! Brother Ott for his 666 Qidian coins!
　　
　
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