I'm really not an old sword

The sense of achievement from this progress made him unable to stop.

He even had an illusion that if he fought for a while longer, he would be able to find a way to break her offensive and turn the tide, but of course he never succeeded.

"Battle is certainly the best way to improve, but laying a solid foundation and making proper adjustments are also very important..."

Okita Souji smiled slightly, but as she began to speak, her expression suddenly became extremely serious, without a trace of smile.

Looking at Zongsi like this, Lin Qingsu thought of her junior high school teacher and subconsciously pricked up her ears to listen carefully.

"...that's about it."

After saying a lot in one breath, Okita Souji took a breath and drew his sword again.

"Next, I'll adjust it for you during the battle."

Souji Okita's subsequent attack was not as fierce as the previous life-and-death fight.

Instead, he slowed down a bit, and while attacking, he calmly pointed out his mistakes, and taught him with words how to strike the sword, and whether there were any problems with that strike and movement.

And occasionally it would suddenly speed up and attack him.

Under Souji's patient training, Lin Qingsu felt that his sword-swinging movements were becoming smoother and smoother, and the rate at which his physical strength was consumed was gradually slowing down. The tricky attacks from Souji that used to make him panic and even make his mind go blank gradually gave rise to one or even several ways of resisting in his mind at the moment of the opponent's attack.

As if I had forgotten everything.

With Okita Souji's teachings echoing in his mind, he continued to swing his sword.

The clanging sounds of metal clashing could be heard throughout the luxurious arena.

Suddenly, Okita Souji sheathed his sword and changed speed.

The sword in his hand slanted upwards, transforming into a cold ray of moonlight that slashed straight towards his face.

Lin Qingsu is very familiar with this trick.

That was the attack that Souji had used to kill him several times.

The tricky angle and the almost undefendable attack launched at the moment when he had not yet recovered from blocking the previous attack made his mind go blank several times, and when he came to his senses, he was already revived.

But this time, Lin Qingsu found herself exceptionally calm.

Without any thoughts or ideas, he looked at the sword. Before any idea came into his mind, his hands had already started moving.

'Dang!'

Souji's sword was taken apart.

Lin Qingsu took advantage of the situation and swung the sword again, changing the offensive, and the sword tip slashed towards Souji's snow-white neck.

Souji immediately stepped back in a strange posture and put away his sword, blocking the attack, but his body was unstable and he took several steps back.

Lin Qingsu did not take advantage of the situation to attack, but stopped.

Recalling the state just now.

It was so mysterious, like the so-called 'no self, no thoughts, no ideas'. There was only one thought in the mind, and that was to swing the sword, swing the sword non-stop.

fantastic.

Souji Okita looked at Lin Qingsu with a smile on his face, with beads of sweat on his forehead and he was breathing slightly.

"Let's get here first today."

When Lin Qingsu came back to his senses, Okita Souji praised him, "Mr. Lin, your swordsmanship talent is really high. It took me a long time to get used to it after being beaten."

As he spoke, Souji Okita pouted and muttered softly. If you listened carefully, you could hear him complaining about the devil teacher and perverted senior brother.

"It's mainly because of other people's memories."

Although he has the combat experience of the old sword, he is not the real old sword because he has only gained the memory.

In the past, he relied on his "intuition" that almost allowed him to predict the future in battle and his strong physical fitness, which had not yet revealed this shortcoming.

It was fully revealed in the battle with Souji.

He has the memory of Old Sword's combat experience, but he cannot perfectly reflect them, just like a medical student who has memorized all the knowledge points but is far inferior to the doctors whose memory is far inferior to theirs when seeing patients. He will be flustered and his mind will be blank.

As he continued to fight, the experience of the old sword gradually merged into his body and became his own instinct.

Souji's teachings not only accelerated this process, but also led him to a stronger path in swordsmanship.

Of course, it's still a long way off.

"Thank you teacher for your teaching."

"It's okay, the main thing is that you're pretty good too."

As soon as she came to her senses, Lin Qingsu felt dizzy.

"See you next time then?"

Okita Souji shook his head and made a negative "hmm" sound.

"You can't rest yet."

Looking at Lin Qingsu's puzzled eyes, Zongsi smiled kindly.

"Mr. Lin, what is your daily training?"

"..."

"No!" Souji raised his finger in an "I knew it" tone. "It's decided. From today on, you, my apprentice, will practice Su Zhen every day!"

As he spoke, Souji seemed to have remembered something worth celebrating and clapped his hands joyfully.

"With your talent, my apprentice, your final task today is to practice until you can perform Su Zhen perfectly!"

“Perfect Sojin?”

Although she didn't understand what Su Zhen was, looking at Souji's devilish smile, Lin Qingsu suddenly had a bad premonition.

......

Some bird was chirping in the woods.

After the rain, the sky cleared up and the dazzling sunlight shone into the room, shining into the eyes of the person on the bed.

Lin Qingsu opened her eyes.

I was so exhausted that I couldn't tell whether it was mental or physical fatigue.

But looking at the beautiful sunshine outside the window.

Lin Qingsu sighed, got up, put on her clothes, washed up briefly, and left the room.

There were already many white-haired maids walking around in the corridor with magic dogs.

Lin Qingsu kidnapped a magic dog from a maid and took it for a run around the Linglong Pavilion to warm up.

The house in Linglong Pavilion is very big. Lin Qingsu didn’t calculate its exact size, but at the very least, it is definitely much larger than the 400-meter running track in the playground.

After running five laps until he was covered in sweat, Lin Qingsu let go of the demon dog that was trembling with excitement and took out the sword he had bought the day before.

After returning from the simulator, he always had the feeling that "there are always villains who want to harm me."

So I went out and bought a sword.

It is forbidden to carry a sharpened sword in many situations, but as a magician, Lin Qingsu has many ways to carry it with him.

“Do it until you’re tired.”

He recalled the scene where Okita Souji taught him last night.

Lin Qingsu suddenly felt some pain in her arms.

He was exceptionally talented - after watching Okita Souji make the Su Zhen yesterday, he made the perfect Su Zhen in two strokes, which she said other apprentices had been trying to make for half a month.

Then Souji Okita quit.

Unable to stop the poor master, Lin Qingsu prepared a lot of konpeito for her and then kept making Su Zhen to get the feel for it.

"Practice perfect Suzhen more often to develop muscle memory. Otherwise, if you return to reality and make mistakes, it will be harmful to your body."

This was an excuse, she just wanted to eat more konpeito.

In the end, Lin Qingsu didn't know how many times she dragged that body before Su Zhen said goodbye to Zongsi after he finished eating the candy.

"do it."

Facing the tree, ending the painful memories, Lin Qingsu continued to swing the sword and practice Su Zhen.

In fact, it is probably a sword slash from top to bottom.

People often say that they can do thousands or tens of thousands of Su Zhens casually, but perfect Su Zhens require very careful attention to the wrist, force and direction, just like push-ups. The energy required to do them casually and with perfect posture is very different, and this is also the case.

Every time he swung the sword, there was a slight sound of breaking through the air. He used all his strength, but when it reached a parallel height, he suddenly retracted his strength and wrist.

Soon, Lin Qingsu felt pain and swelling in her arms, and the sweat that had finally stopped began to flow again.

This body is still too weak, not even as strong as Souji's.

Thinking of this, Lin Qingsu's mind flashed with the girl's smiling face. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath to steady his disordered breathing, opened his eyes again, emptied his mind, and continued to swing his sword.

It was unknown how long it took, but when his arms were so sore that he could no longer lift the sword, Lin Qingsu finally put down the sword completely.

"Mr. Lin, breakfast is ready. My wife hopes to have breakfast with you."

Lin Qingsu turned his head and saw that three maids were standing beside him without him noticing.

One had empty hands, one held a basin of water, and one held a towel.

He took the sword from his hand, then lowered his head slightly and handed him a towel that had been soaked in hot water and wrung out.

"Thank you."

Once again, I sigh in my heart about the corrupt capitalist life.

Lin Qingsu suddenly felt someone staring at him and looked up.

A slender figure disappeared from a window on the second floor, leaving only a wisp of long black hair floating in the air.

"Please follow me." The maid said softly.

Because there were some major issues with the Linglong Pavilion plot, I made some minor changes.

The second half of Chapter 49 and many subsequent chapters have been adjusted to minimize issues that do not affect the new plot.

If you added the book to your bookshelf before December 12 and have just read this far, it is recommended that you delete the book and add it back to your bookshelf before reading again.

Chapter 49 Linglong Pavilion: I Like You

When I woke up, the maid who heard the noise in the house came in, drew the curtains, opened the windows, and prepared clothes.

The bird sounds outside the window are very familiar, but I haven’t heard them for a long time.

"Good morning, miss."

Misaya from Linglong Pavilion yawned and let the maid change her clothes.

"A guest came last night, and my wife said she wanted to have breakfast with him. She asked me to tell you to prepare it properly."

"guest?"

Misaya from Linglong Pavilion became a little more alert and glanced out the window lazily.

It rained heavily last night and the sun was shining brightly.

I was a little curious about the identity of the person who stayed overnight last night. Since my father passed away, no outsiders have stayed in this house.

"female?"

"He's a man around your age, a student at the Clock Tower."

Misaya's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly.

The clock tower, and the large male beside her.