Kendo True Explanation

  Some students immediately looked at Xu Ruoruo who was standing in the front.

  The long sword flicked gently, sometimes gently, sometimes smoothly, as natural and harmonious as going straight down. Occasionally, when it is fast, you can even hear a faint chirping sound. It seems that she is not practicing sword, but dancing. The reflection of the silver sword tip forms a series of visual residues, as if connecting into a slender silver dragon around her, groaning from time to time.

  Lin Fei is actually right. These basic points are indeed the key to Longyi swordsmanship, but the real standard is far from Xu Ruoruo's current state. Instead, it requires a more stable and refined effort. Of course, there are no such high requirements for these ordinary people.

  Walking slowly along the edge of the formation, Lin Fei noticed that the **** the far left was acting very seriously. In this kind of training, most of the people who started to sign up have already quit the training as the enthusiasm and novelty retreated, and those who stayed were relatively able to persist. After watching the live demonstration of the teaching, they all wanted to study hard Practice, but some of them are just for learning to look good, or for the purpose of being cool. Therefore, among the students present, there were only two people who really had the purpose of learning swords.

  Lin Fei has been observing these people since they first joined the club. One of them is the girl named Zhou Ting, and the other is a thin boy who is also about eighteen or nineteen years old. He wears a pair of high glasses and his eyes always have a kind of extreme feeling. When the two of them danced swords, their movements were very proficient. It was obvious that after learning, they went back to spend extra time. So Lin Fei naturally began to focus on these two people.

  Zhou Ting still has an impression of the girl he met when he went to perform the task of Shueisha. But the other person had no impression.

   "According to the plan of the swordsmanship club, it seems that this kind of seeds can be reserved in advance." Looking at Zhou Ting and the boy with glasses named Ye Qing, Lin Fei had already circled the two of them into the scope of investigation.

  The collective training didn't end until noon, almost half past eleven. A group of students put back their long swords with sore waists and backs, and walked out of the swordsmanship club together, discussing how boring what they learned today, and how long it will take to reach the level of teaching. Most people are a little discouraged.

   Only two people are different from others.

  Zhou Ting and Ye Qing are ordinary people with unattractive appearance, they can even be considered ugly.

  Especially Ye Qing, with thick glasses, thin body, not very clean face, small pimples everywhere. He looks like he is thousands of miles away from everyone.

  After putting back the white standard long sword, neither Ye Qing nor Zhou Ting was with other people, maybe they both knew in their hearts that their purpose was different from the others from the beginning. They are not all the way in nature.

  So the two of them also lightly refused to greet other people. Instead, they all lag behind.

  In the equipment room, there are all kinds of sword racks, large and small, and long swords, hanging all over the room.

  Most of the students have already returned their long swords. There are only a few people left.

   "Zhou Ting, shall we go back together?" A fat girl with glasses asked after putting on her shoes.

  Zhou Ting shook her head: "No, you go first, I still have something to do."

   "Oh." The girl nodded, she was also used to this kind of answer, almost every week when Zhou Ting came over, she would answer like this.

   But Ye Qing has no one to talk to him, he has a withdrawn personality, and he is used to this kind of situation. He just adjusted his glasses and watched the back of the last student leaving the equipment room.

   Click.

  The door automatically springs back and closes.

   "Let's go." Ye Qing stood up and said in a low voice.

  Zhou Ting nodded. The two of them did this every time. After all the other students left, they would continue to practice in the sword room. So there is some tacit agreement.

  The fifth sword room, this is the public sword room that students are allowed to use. Facing the huge sword room is a mirror wall, which can directly print all the situations in the room, so that students can correct their movements at any time.

  Indoor, a middle-aged woman with slightly white temples was holding a long black sword carefully, wiping it carefully with a silk cloth. This woman's name was Yuan Yue, a very rare surname, and she was also a sword master introduced by Mr. Fei. It is also the second folk master to join the swordsmanship club after Yuan Yonglong.

  Yuan Yue has an ordinary face, but when she wipes the blade, she has a gentle and charming unique charm. Her swordsmanship is also a family tradition, but it is different from Longyi swordsmanship which generally focuses on momentum. Instead, he took the light and agile route, which can be regarded as a standard traditional swordsmanship type. .

  Seeing the two coming in, Yuan Yue just nodded slightly. Then he regained his senses and continued to maintain the long sword.

  Although Zhou Ting and Ye Qing didn't quite understand why Yuan Yue insisted on maintaining the long sword by herself, obviously there was a special person in the club responsible for this part of the work. But looking at Yuan Yue's attitude, it's not convenient to ask.

  The two occupied two areas behind the sword room respectively, and took off the long sword from the sword stand to practice alone. And think over and over again from what you don't understand in a day.

  Lin Fei stood in front of the maintenance room, watching a group of maintenance staff, Jiang Nan hurriedly oiled, checked and put away the long swords.

   "It's been so long and you haven't mastered it yet."

  Jiang Nan smiled sweetly, revealing two small dimples. "It's much better. Compared to when I didn't know anything at first, I'm much more proficient now."

   A young girl next to her chimed in: "I was clumsy at first, but it's better now than it is now."

   "Oh, Xu Jie!" Jiang Nan said unhappily. Push away the girl next to you.

   "I'll call you again in twenty minutes." Lin Fei smiled.

  Jiang Nan nodded, "Well, I still have a lot to finish here. I have a little more work today."

  Lin Fei left the maintenance room and walked slowly along the corridor.

  There are currently two folk masters in the Swordsmanship Club, one is Yuan Yonglong and the other is Yuan Yue, both of whom were introduced by Fei Lao. Yuan Yonglong was in a bad mood recently because of Chen Wu's disappearance and Xu Ruoruo's almost killing, so he asked for leave and went back to rest. Fortunately, his apprentice Lin Yuanshan is very dedicated to his work, if not for his lack of skills, he would even want to do the teaching work with his master. And after Xu Ruoruo suffered a blow, after returning from the hospital, he began to perform restorative sword dancing every day, and he almost did teaching and demonstration work when he had time.

  The entire swordsmanship club, apart from not making much profit, is still operating normally.

Lin Fei lightly stroked the position on his chest, where there were three newly obtained true power gems in his jacket pocket, and a steady stream of true power poured into his body, fused into the new true power, and was soon taken assimilation. Into the core of true power. Although there was no substantial improvement in cultivation, Lin Fei could still feel that the pattern on the second layer of the Sword Dao Zhenjie Qi Refining Chapter became clearer.

  Passing by one sword room after another, occasionally the door of some sword rooms is open, and the instructor can be seen slowly practicing the sword inside, and Xu Ruoruo is among them. Lin Fei just paused in front of her door, and then skipped it.

  However, when passing the fifth sword room at the back, Lin Fei was surprised to see Zhou Ting and Ye Qing concentrating on practicing inside.

  With a slight movement in his heart, Lin Fei gently pushed open the half-opened door.

  Yuan Yue, who was sitting in front, also saw Lin Fei coming in, quickly put away her long sword, got up and walked over. Like Yuan Yonglong, she also knows that the real head of the swordsmanship club is the half-grown boy in front of her.

   "Yuan Jiaoxi." Lin Fei nodded politely.

  Although the chief instructor at the level of Yuanyue Yuan Yonglong only occasionally comes out to give pointers to the students, he is still called an instructor.

"Lin Fei, why haven't you left today?" Yuan Yue asked gently. She has a son who is in high school, and there are two elderly people in the family who need to support her. The salary of her original job as a physical education teacher is far from enough , being able to come here, with a monthly salary that is several times higher than before, can continue to practice his favorite sword. These are all opportunities given by Lin Fei. So even if the other party is just an ordinary half-year-old boy, she is also grateful.

   "It's nothing, Nan Nan is not done yet." Lin Fei said with a smile, and he looked at the two people who were practicing indoors. "Do they always do that?"

  Yuanyue nodded: "It's like this every time I come here, and my hands are full of worn out blisters. They are two very hardworking seedlings." It seemed that she also admired these two people, but her face darkened immediately. "But in this world, no matter how hard you practice your sword, what's the use? It's not worth a single shot."

  Lin Fei stood on the side, smiling quietly.

   "Maybe there are secrets in this world that we can't see?"

  Yuan Yue shook her head: "Perhaps, but that kind of thing is too far away from us." It can be seen that she should have experienced something. Only then will there be such a feeling.

   "Aunt Yuan, your son should be the same age as me? I heard that he is unwilling to inherit your swordsmanship?" Lin Fei asked softly.

  Yuan Yue said helplessly: "It's okay if you don't want to, after all, now is not the era of warriors."

"I heard that your long sword is called Qiushui, and it was said to come from Mo Yanqiu, a talented swordsman from Shu in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. I wonder if I can see your sword skills. It's not the ordinary sword moves you used when you joined the club." Lin Fei lightly Raising his right hand lightly, the two staff members who were still in the sword room immediately backed out with interest.

  Ye Qing and Zhou Ting stood far away and were more focused, but they didn't hear their voices. Seeing the staff leaving the sword room, he also prepared to put away the long sword and leave. But it was stopped by Lin Fei reaching out his hand.

   Click.

  The sword room door was gently closed by Lin Fei.

  Yuan Yue was taken aback. He quietly looked at Lin Fei for a moment.

  Suddenly smiled, and in an instant, a cold and sharp aura emanated from her body. The gentle woman from the previous moment completely disappeared, only the powerful aura like a top swordsman. Like an upright icicle spike.

   "Since you want to see it, I'll demonstrate a trick." Yuan Yue said lightly.

  Her eyes suddenly glowed with blue fluorescence. A subtle momentum emanated faintly.

  Lin Fei's complexion froze suddenly, his smile faded away, and he was no longer as calm and natural as before. A trace of blue fluorescence also flashed in the eyes, which were crystal clear.

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