Endless Battlefield: Starting from Night City to Create a Vest

Zhen Gu cried and stammered for a long time on the wooden stool.

Wu Guang didn't say anything, just waited quietly.

After all, the things that are weighing on your heart have to be vented sooner or later. In fact, you will feel much better after crying once.

Zhen Gu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Although her eyes were still a little red, she had less pent-up energy. Of course, this could not prevent the decline of her vitality.

"I still want to continue being a human. After all, I am still a pillar, and I cannot bring shame to my master. I want to live as a human, and then die as a human."

Zhengu said this with a smile.

"Really? That's a pity. I can live for a long time if I become a ghost. I also hope to have a companion by my side." Wu Guang also joked with a smile.

But after saying this, Zhengu's cheeks blushed with embarrassment.

"You already have sister Kanae, and you're still flirting with me, you scumbag."

“???” Wu Guang was confused. When did this happen?

Seeing Wu Guang's expression, Zhen Gu rolled her eyes and didn't intend to explain anything. She changed the subject: "Aren't you going to train with them? Even if you know how to do it, it would be good to teach them."

"Those who can become pillars are all geniuses, and they have their own unique ways. If I teach them, they will only take a detour. Besides, I have already said enough. You have to rely on yourself to understand."

At the end of the day, Wu Guang could only laugh at himself helplessly.

Others had already understood the meaning from the beginning, but what about him? He had not even completed the first step of others.

If it weren't for my special physical constitution, perhaps my strength would be just average.

Seeing Wu Guang like this, Zhen Gu came over.

"What kind of training are you doing now?"

“Artistic conception training.”

"Artistic conception?" Zhen Gu couldn't figure it out for a while. After all, in her understanding, artistic conception was the thing she learned at the beginning.

Speaking of which, with Wu Guang's strength, does he still need to focus on artistic conception?

This artistic conception should be extraordinary, right?

But what kind of artistic conception is this?

Zhen Gu’s little head couldn’t move anymore.

Somewhat confused.

"The artistic conception you are talking about should not be the kind of perception at the beginning where you imagine yourself as water, right?" Zhen Gu asked anyway.

Wu Guang scratched his head and nodded embarrassedly.

Zhengu stayed there.

Many images suddenly appeared in my mind, and of course the final image froze at the very beginning, when we first met each other.

Wu Guang was still very young at that time, but he had already shown great talent.

After one or two demos, you can already demonstrate water breathing.

But now you say you haven't grasped the artistic conception? How is that possible?

But speaking of it, teacher Sakonji Urokodaki once said that Wu Guang was just simply imitating, and although she was still a child at the time, she was indeed very proud of herself.

But now I think that Urokodaki Sakonji was just comforting me in disguise, but I didn't expect it to be true.

"No...you are so strong already, and you even created your own derived breathing technique, but you tell me you don't know how to do it?" Zhen Gu felt that his three views were challenged and he found it hard to accept.

It feels like a max-level boss is asking a newbie who just changed jobs to level 18, how to learn skills?

This is quite an explosive thing.

Wu Guang finally nodded in agreement.

The breathing method he created is actually a combination of the advantages of five basic breathing methods, and the moves are actually just simple speed.

The first move is to draw the sword quickly.

The second move is to stab quickly

The third move is to cut quickly.

The fourth move, a double slash of energy and force, can lock the enemy's breath for a short period of time, making it impossible for the opponent to escape.

The fifth style is speed.

So theoretically he doesn't have any intention, he's just being fast.

The game term is probably, Wu Guang's flat attack is super strong! But he has no skills.

"..."

Zhen Gu stared at Wu Guang blankly, speechless for a moment.

"Then how did you perform water style or other moves in the past? Why can you use it to move your mind?"

"I remembered it after watching it once, and then imitated it." Wu Guang answered honestly.

"Is it the imitation of the artistic conception?" It was the first time that Zhen Gu heard such an answer.

But there is no denying that this is also a kind of talent.

"Well... I feel like it's because your memory is too good, so you can't understand the meaning." Zhen Gu gave his own opinion.

And Wu Guang listened attentively.

"What I'm going to say next is also what I learned from my teacher. It may not be correct. Think about it yourself."

"it is good."

"How many stages are there for swordsmen?"

"several?"

"Three, sword in hand, sword not in hand, no sword in hand."

"..." Wu Guang blinked and asked tentatively: "You mean that a swordsman holding a sword and a swordsman who has integrated his skills into his flesh and blood is better than a swordsman with a sword even if he doesn't have a sword in his hand?"

"Um...yes." Zhen Gu still wanted to pretend, but Wu Guangquan said it out loud.

Wu Guang was helpless. It seemed unnecessary for him to ask this little girl. He naturally knew all these principles, but what did this have to do with intention?

Zhen Gu felt annoyed when she saw Wu Guang's disappointed and pitying look.

"I know you know a lot! You know it all! But isn't the meaning here?" After saying that, Zhen Gu left angrily.

She felt humiliated at this moment.

Leaving Wu Guang scratching his head in the forest.

"Alas, it seems I still have to rely on myself."

As he said this, he closed his eyes and fell into meditation again, trying to comprehend the so-called meaning.

Of course the result was that it was dark, the moon was high in the sky, and Shinobu Kocho came into the woods.

"Hey, hey, hey~ wake up and stop sleeping."

Wu Guang opened his eyes helplessly.

"what happened?"

"Don't you need to eat?"

"I am..." Before he could finish the rest of his words, a white wrist was presented to him.

"Hmm..." Butterfly Shinobu pursed her lips, looking like you hurry up, I'm in a hurry.

Wu Guang was silent for a moment, but still took the white little hand.

He took a bite.

Shinobu Kocho's face was visibly red and her body was trembling slightly.

At this moment, she was also trying hard to regulate her breathing.

After a while.

Shinobu Kocho wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"If you have nothing to do tonight, just go back to the Butterfly Room for a while. They probably have a lot of questions for you."

"They didn't master it?"

"It's not that easy. The handle of the sword of that guy Busou is almost broken by him."

"Didn't I tell you to use your breath instead of your strength? Why did you crush the handle?"

Shinobu Kocho spread her hands.

"How should I know? I also explained to this group of people what Qi is, but they just let it go in one ear and out the other. It didn't even stay in their minds. The only one who has a little basic knowledge is... probably Kyojuro. At least this guy has some knowledge. Well, forget it. You can go back to the Butterfly House and see for yourself later." After saying that, Shinobu Kocho strolled away.