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641 Training 1

grando

In the small woods behind the small building, Gallon stood alone in the middle of the forest, paying close attention to the swaying leaves and grass around him. The wind blew from the ground and passed through the forest, driving the leaves to sway continuously.

He stood entirely surrounded by green and shadows, his eyes wandering slightly from time to time, looking at other inconspicuous places around him.

'The void bugs are just the vanguard. They have already targeted you. Now you have to learn to deal with this creature on your own.' Hesas's voice sounded in his ears.

"What do I need to pay attention to? How can they be eliminated?" Garen asked in a low voice.

'They are just bugs, very weak. It's just that ordinary physical attacks have no effect on them. They must be covered with Qi. Qi is the element of the mother river and their nemesis. You only need to make your Qi high.

Gather them together and attack them to solve the problem.'

'But the trouble now is that you can't control yourself at all when dreaming. Your consciousness rebounds too much, causing you to act completely according to instinct. So first of all, you have to do one thing and improve your concentration in the dream. Otherwise you

It's too easy to be influenced by instinct and unable to concentrate thinking. It's even difficult to control one's own actions, let alone operate one's spirit.' Hesas said carefully.

Gallon repeated: "The first step is to train your attention in dreaming. Right?"

'You try it.'

"What if ordinary people don't have courage? What should they do if they encounter void creatures?" Garen suddenly asked.

'Find and identify them, or try to communicate with them to get some knowledge of the void, or actively avoid them and exit the dream. Their time is different from ours, and ordinary void creatures live on a very long time level.

, their one breath may be our several years. So don't compete with them on patience, that is what they are best at, some of them can even survive for tens of thousands of years." Hesas whispered. "The void creatures are right.

Ordinary people usually have no interest. If so, there are only two possibilities. One is to try to pollute human beings. Their main food is a certain kind of energy continuously produced by biological consciousness. After being polluted, the biological consciousness will become the same kind as theirs.

Producer. The other is curiosity, simple curiosity. Just like when we human researchers discover a certain kind of ant that never grows tentacles.'

Garen nodded, indicating that he understood what Hesas meant. Although he talked too much, making his explanation very redundant and lengthy, he understood the main meaning.

I looked at the swaying trees and weeds around me, as well as the faint sound of cars and the sound of store promotions in the distance.

Garen slowly calmed down, controlled his consciousness, and began to fall into a hazy sleep.

His consciousness gradually blurred. He unknowingly sat down at the foot of a big tree, with his back against the rough bark surface, and sat on the soft but moist grass. Warm moisture rushed up between the grass.

, with a light grassy smell.

Unknowingly, Garen closed his eyes and slowly fell into sleep.

Chirp...chirp..

It seemed like there was a bird chirping from far away.

Garen opened his eyes in confusion. He found that he seemed to be lying on a big bed at home. There was an electric fan next to him blowing hard on him. The shape of the fan could not be seen clearly. It seemed to be white and made of noodles.

Yes. The wind blowing out is hot and humid.

The surrounding walls seemed to be constantly flowing, changing subtle colors, which seemed to be brown. Garen felt very unconscious and couldn't tell what he was doing. He lowered his head to see what posture he was in, but he couldn't.

Come down.

'Put the knife back in the box.' This thought suddenly came to him, and then he flew up from the bed lightly. Then he found that there was a black knife behind his room. Knife.

It's very long, very wide, and has a silver blade on it.

He felt himself walking over, taking the knife off the shelf that appeared out of nowhere, and then took a box out of nowhere with his other hand and inserted the knife directly into it.

Garen suddenly remembered that he seemed to have something else to do. He stood there and thought hard, but he couldn't think of it.

Standing there like this, he kept thinking about it. Suddenly he felt a small itching sensation on his right foot, as if there were some insects crawling. He tried hard to bend down to scratch it, but he couldn't find it when he lowered his head.

own right foot.

Snap.

A drop of dew fell on Garon's forehead. The dew slid down the bridge of his nose and flowed from his chin into his collar.

Garen opened his eyes and felt a sense of comfort all over his body.

‘Are you awake?’ Hesas’s voice sounded regularly.

"It seems I didn't succeed?" Garen frowned.

'Obviously you failed.' Hesas said with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone, 'You fell into a dream without even realizing it, and then you were led by instinct, and finally came out without being able to do anything.'

"It feels a little troublesome." Garen frowned and said.

'That's for sure. Anyone who does this exercise can only get it through long-term practice. You will get better if you practice slowly in the future.'

Garen stood up and felt something really crawling on his right foot.

He shook his trouser leg, and a small white ant fell out from his trousers. The ant rolled over and got up from the ground, and quickly disappeared into the grass.

"This is a brand new field." Garen whispered, "But I will have a lot of time to learn slowly."

"Someone is coming." Hesas's voice dropped quickly.

Garen turned his head and looked to the left. From his angle, he could see a tall girl walking on the lawn between the two houses. She was wearing white casual clothes, with long red hair shawl, and she was holding a

Little red bag, oval face, white skin, exuding a cool temperament.

"Aisharo, long time no see." Garen greeted with a smile.

"Garen, did you come for morning exercise today?" Aisharo also saw Garen, and his face was slightly startled. "I was delayed by something yesterday, so I didn't come to see you."

"It's okay. Are you here to do some exercise at noon?" Garen asked.

"Yeah. I'm used to this time." Aisharo nodded.

"Speaking of it, it's been a year since we started sparring together here, right?" Garen took a few steps forward and stood a few steps away from Aisharo. Suddenly, his nose twitched slightly.

, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Would you like to try a few tricks?"

Aishaluo's eyes suddenly lit up.

call!

She didn't receive any greetings, and she was swept towards him with a side kick, which made a sharp and crisp sound in the air.

Snap.

Garen blocked her kick, but immediately a second kick came from the right side. He continued to swing away. The third kick, the fourth kick, the fifth kick!

The two of them continuously collided with their hands and feet, making a banging sound.

Aisharo's speed is getting faster and faster, his legs are almost connected into a circle of phantoms, his whole body is like a top, and his toes are like the tips of knives, like a continuous razor, constantly cutting across Garen's right hand.

"Be careful!"

Aisharo made a small jump back, bent his right leg, and suddenly kicked forward. His right leg actually kicked forward like a cannonball.

Bang!

The two of them suddenly separated, and Garen slowly lowered his right hand, with a charming smile on his face.

"You've made progress again."

"I still can't force you to use your second hand." Aisharo shook his head with a slight sweat on his forehead.

"Do you still remember the move I once demonstrated to you?" Garen suddenly lowered his voice.

The five fingers of his right hand were spread out, as if he were holding something. At this moment, a strange scene appeared.

There seemed to be a faint flow of air flowing in the middle of his palm.

Air currents as thin as strands of hair were constantly flowing between the gaps between his fingers.

These invisible air currents seemed to be alive, constantly surrounding his palms.

In an instant, Aisharo's eyes were blurred. He didn't hear any sound, he just felt his eyes blurred. Garen's right hand was already printed on his forehead, and his thumb was raised, facing his left eye.

It's just a hair's breadth away from being inserted directly into the eye socket.

Only then did Aisharo feel a deep chill.

The crisis premonition ability that she had always been proud of did not respond at this time.

"Silent killing technique." Garen retracted his arm and held it lightly with his right palm, as if holding the invisible wind.

"You have an extraordinary sensitivity to wind and airflow. You may be able to truly master the essence of this skill."

He was right, this is indeed just a skill, not a secret martial art, nor a secret technique, it is just a simple little skill, a skill that can dissolve the surge of air generated when moving.

Theoretically, only martial artists who can truly achieve vibration skills in secret martial arts can achieve this, but Garen has long discovered the specialness of Aisharo. She has an extremely delicate perception of the upcoming subtle flow changes in the air, and may have

It is possible to develop this technique of sensing changes in airflow.

"Silent killing technique?" Aisharo repeated the name. Her eyes seemed to be flickering with dazzling light, and her hands unconsciously began to repeat Garen's movements just now. Although the postures were exactly the same, there was no abnormal change at all.

.

"Don't be fooled by the name. I'm a good law-abiding citizen." Garen smiled, "Then I'll go back first. You can practice slowly."

"Okay." Aisharo nodded, but his hands kept repeating the simple change movements as if possessed.

She feels she can learn it.

Garen smiled, looked at her fascinated, turned around and walked towards the back door of his house.

Regardless of selfishness, he still admires talented students like Aisharo. She is the kind of person who knows how precious these skills are. She has almost died countless times with these seemingly simple skills.

Only those who have experienced it will understand its value. To such people, it is not an exaggeration to teach some small things.


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