Chapter 16 is finally completed, body skill Lv1
After Tang San's experiment, feeling the rich layered sensation from his tongue, he immediately nodded to Xiao Wu.
“Delicious.”
“Really delicious?”
Xiao Wu still didn't believe it.
But it smelled really good, so there was no way Tang San could lie to her.
So I filled a large bowl directly, and then tentatively took a piece.
After chewing for a while, a pair of beady rabbit eyes immediately became alive.
tasty!
Xiao Wu ate and ate with big mouthfuls, and Tang San couldn't wait any longer.
After eating Fang Ling's vegetables, compared with the past, I just felt that this is what people should eat.
When I went to the canteen again, I found it bland and tasteless.
It doesn’t cost any money and the food is pretty good.
Moreover, it is still a transaction, just protecting the work-study students, and just waving their hands.
Fang Ling quickly gave everyone a bowl.
……
In the blink of an eye, it was three months later.
Fang Ling has successfully reached level five.
In the evening, because of Xiao Wu, he doesn't need to sweep the floor now.
You can spend more time practicing skills.
Because of the emergence of technical expertise, his ideas were confirmed.
The practice of sickle method has been increased to one hour.
He didn't realize that Zhan Kuang's skill training was twice the result with half the effort.
However, the Level 1 sickle method, which was rated as entry-level by the panel, made him more comfortable in using the sickle.
Hook, pull, cut, block, push...
The various actions are also very similar.
I really have a deep understanding of the benefits of sickening method recognized by the panel.
You no longer have to worry about hurting yourself.
After the usual one-hour daily sickening practice.
He began to practice body movements.
The emergence of sickle technique expertise means that body technique can also form expertise!
The combat objects are all kinds of strange, and it is not a turn-based game.
Tang San is a long-range soul master of the control system. With the help of ghost shadows, his figure is elegant and his movements are like a ghost, making it impossible for people to hit him.
Fang Ling is a melee fighter, which requires the coordination of body and sickle skills.
The sick method already exists, but a good body method is particularly important.
Since he now had extra money, he wrapped more cotton cloth between the trees where he often practiced.
It's not thick, but at least it has a cushion, so you won't get a nosebleed from a sudden bump.
Bracing himself, he began to move among the trees.
The pace seems casual, but in fact it contains a mystery.
If you ask Fang Ling what secret is hidden, he won't know.
Every turn and every jump is extremely precise.
The length of his steps and the adjustment of his body posture were developed after Fang Ling hit trees hundreds of times and fell dozens of times.
Countless failures allowed him to clearly remember every tree root protruding from the ground in this area, rocks that were too slippery to step on, or where the soil was hard and where it was softer.
Fortunately, the protection was thorough, so there was no risk of serious damage.
It's just that there are no major injuries, only small injuries.
For this reason, he was almost blacklisted by the healing soul master of the academy before he could reach this point.
As the practice progressed, his movements became faster and faster.
The figure became blurry in the dim skylight.
Sometimes it's like an eagle striking the sky, sometimes it's like a fish flying across the shallows.
Every time he landed, he was silent, and every time he took off, he was light and elegant.
Unfortunately, this is just his fantasy of the future.
This movement technique, which has not yet been basically formed, only makes his body more flexible than before.
Even the expertise has not yet been formed.
It's wonderful to be as light as a swallow, but he can't do it yet. Fang Ling stopped when his legs started to feel weak from practicing.
He brought a kettle.
He took a sip, rested for a while, rubbed his legs that were already sore, lowered the intensity of the training, and started again.
At this moment, the sound of shallow footsteps stepping on dead branches and leaves sounded in the quiet forest.
Fang Ling was still training his movements and was breathing heavily, but he didn't notice it.
When he felt something was wrong and came to his senses, he saw a familiar figure.
"Tang San?"
He quickly smiled and waved his hand.
Tang San nodded lightly.
Fang Ling only felt strange.
At this time, he should be fighting Xiao Wu.
Or maybe he just came back from Yu Xiaogang's place and has already started meditation practice.
How could he come to this corner and still not make a sound, just watch quietly.
It's a bit scary.
Where can I find a way to die?
"Sit down, don't talk standing up." Fang Ling wiped a stone with his sleeve, trying to make it look as clean as possible.
Seeing the dirty and smelly soil evenly smearing the already dirty stones, the corner of Tang San's mouth twitched slightly.
He finally understood why Fang Ling bought a lot of sturdy linen clothes.
"No, I was just passing by and accidentally came in to take a look when I heard a sound in the woods. I didn't expect you to be practicing anything."
"Seeing that you and Xiao Wu are both very flexible, I want to practice too."
"Tang San, you just saw it, didn't you? How did you feel?" Fang Ling asked happily.
Tang San glanced at the stinking mud that covered his whole body, as well as the surrounding tree trunks wrapped in cotton quilts.
I knew he was practicing something like bodywork.
He watched the whole process, clumsily dancing like a monkey, and he could only say that it was not a ghost.
Instead of attacking Fang Ling, Tang San said against his will: "Hmm...it looks pretty good."
In fact, he is very disgusted, and his slovenly appearance is really unflattering.
It's outrageous enough for a little cripple to want to become a fighting soul master, but he also wants to practice physical training?
Thankless!
With this cooking skill, I can become an excellent chef in the future.
But with just one level of innate soul power, why bother struggling on the road to become a soul master?
Tang San looked at Fang Ling with a bit of pity in his eyes.
He had already asked the master.
People like Fang Ling, who has innate first-level soul power and no big background, practice basic meditation methods common in mainland China, and their talents are extremely limited.
At most, he could only be promoted to a great soul master.
It takes a great opportunity to break through the Soul Master.
The sickle spirit is too ordinary and not suitable for fighting.
The master told him that temporary practice will soon mean nothing.
It has been recorded in the past that this can easily leave indelible hidden damage to the body’s meridians.
"What's going on?" Fang Ling waved his hand at Tang San.
Tang San thought of Xiao Wu who was still waiting for him, smiled, and said casually: "It's okay, remember to come back early, the teacher will come to check in the evening."
"Remember to take a shower before you come back. You smell like this~"
Tang San covered his nose.
"Don't worry, I know, I will definitely clean up before going back."
Fang Ling watched Tang San walk away.
Watching him jumping away from here easily without any trace of dirt on his body, he looked thoughtful.
Simulate it in your mind for a moment and start trying to imitate it.
It hit him hard a few times at first, but soon he found the door.
His posture became more and more agile, and he gradually became somewhat elegant.
With the last flash of inspiration in his mind, Fang Ling stepped forward with a tap of his toes, then stepped on a slippery tree root and landed smoothly.
He picked up a leaf and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
Fang Ling naturally discovered that the panel in his eyes had changed again.
Because he was extremely familiar with the panel, he discovered extra things in an instant.
Another item has been added to the specialty column.
Movement Lv1 (skill expertise, introduction to movement, a movement skill created by a newcomer with no foundation after countless failures in a flash of inspiration, which can be used to move quickly over short distances or across many obstacles.)
(End of chapter)