Mysterious journey

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 across 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 rang 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 spirit. Vigor is the element of the mother river and their nemesis. You only need to concentrate your vigor to a high degree and then 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 will be too easily influenced by your instincts and unable to focus your thoughts, and it will be difficult to even control your own actions, let alone operate your spirit. ’ Hesas said carefully.

Garen repeated: "The first step is to train your attention while dreaming. Right?"

‘Just 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 dreamland. Their time is different from ours. Generally, void creatures live on a very long time level. , their one breath may be our years. So don't compete with them for being patient, that's what they're best at, and some of them can even survive for tens of thousands of years. ’ Hesas whispered. ‘Void creatures are usually not interested in ordinary people. If they are, 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. The polluted biological consciousness will become their own kind and producer. The other is curiosity, pure curiosity. Just like when researchers among us humans discovered a certain type of ant that never grew 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.

Looking at the swaying trees and weeds around, there is also 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, and 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 faint 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 and 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. It's done. 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 idea suddenly came to him, and then he flew out of bed lightly. Then he found that there was a black knife behind him in his room. The knife was very long and wide, with something on it. Silver blade.

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

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

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

Snapped.

A drop of dew fell on Garen'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 relief all over his body.

'you're awake? ’ Hesas’s voice sounded regularly.

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

'Obviously you failed. ’ There was gloating in Hesas’s 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 after practicing slowly in the future. ’

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

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

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

'somebody is coming. ’ Hesasi’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. Dressed in white casual clothes, with long red hair shawl, holding a small red handbag in his hand, he has an oval face, fair skin, and exudes a cool temperament.

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

"Garen, are you here for morning practice 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 for 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, and 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 a greeting, and a side kick swept over her, making a sharp and crisp sound in the air.

Snapped.

Garen deflected her kick, but a second kick came from the right. Keep swinging away. The third mark, the fourth mark, the fifth mark!

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 phantom, 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 was 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 hair were constantly flowing between his fingers.

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

In an instant, Aisharo's eyes were dazzled. He didn't hear any sound, he just felt his eyes dazzled. 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 going straight into the eye socket.

Only then did Aisharo feel a deep chill.

The crisis premonition ability that she was always 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 technique."

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

Theoretically, only martial artists who have truly achieved 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 changes in the subtle flow of air, and may have It is possible to develop this technique of sensing changes in airflow.

"Silent killing technique?" Aisharo repeated the name. There seemed to be dazzling lights in her eyes, 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 am a good law-abiding citizen." Garen smiled, "Then I will go back first. You can practice slowly."

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

She felt like she could learn.

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

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 a person, it is not too much to impart some small things.