The Avalon of Five Elements Chapter 527: Courage and special training

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A thin, old figure traversed the mountains and forests, unkempt and dusty. The wrinkles on the face are like the black steel folds formed by the accumulation of molten iron gradually solidifying, hard and vigorous. His eyes are very clear, like babies.

Le Buleng left Tian Xin City and did not fly, but walked along the barren mountains and ridges towards Emerald Forest.

Hurry up during the day and meditate at night. When you are hungry, pick wild fruits and kill savage beast. When you are thirsty, drink brook water. Footsteps measure the earth, feel the earth is unchanged, life is humble like dust. Looking up at the sky, lost in the starry sky that stared at countless days before how to write their legend.

He remembered some things when he was young. His talent is not the best, nor the worst, but his temper is undoubtedly the most stiff. After so many years and at such an old age, his temper has not improved at all.

Like a shock to Grandmaster, it fails every time.

Failure and ridicule are probably the most experienced things in his life.

Too much content, he needs to remember slowly. The courage forgotten by him slowly became alive.

His youth, faith and dreams, pride and perseverance are all in this courage.

Have the courage to be desperate, the courage to survive with a broken arm, the courage to come back again.

There is courage in the youth, courage in the middle age, courage in the old age.

He used to sit in front of his desk under the bright window and sit in front of his heart. He used to sweat and wet his clothes regardless of the cold, summer and winter. He used to hold a power to hold high above him. high peak Lan Tian picks up the moonlight drinking rumors, he once broke the ice to see the snowy torrents of recklessness, he once walked in the desert for thousands of miles to see the lonely smoke into the sky, he once leaned on the city to see the thieves, the bandits, and the head rattled down to beg for mercy. Face to face heard the name And the blood is lost Shenwei Bow your head to listen to the training.

People in the first half of their lives sneered at the tide, blaming the blame but not the pride, laughing again.

In the second half of his life, Li Yun Zuo is a guest, and everyone in the world is called a teacher, and he is afraid of it.

Floating and heavy, there is no regret for sorrow, joy, pain, hate.

When he pondered his magnificent life, Tian Xin City's's all kinds of troubles, the rise and fall of the world, the life and death mourning of all beings, all kinds of upset and distracting thoughts, like scattered clouds of smoke, disappeared in the wind.

Heart is like glass, not dusty.

He used this method to prepare for the final battle. Le Buleng at this time is a devout believer with a sincere pilgrimage. The Holy of in his heart is the upcoming battle and his life.

Failed eight times, struggled eight times, and realized Tao eight times.

Walk and stop, and think and sleep.

Lonely like a rusty lone sword, breaking the rain and cutting the wind, there is no edge and awn, barefoot like the old climber on the cliff, looking at the Emerald City with a cold eye.

I have seen the world scenery, tried all the heroes in the world, and exhausted my life to Master.

Long strides, long songs.

Le Buleng has only one battle left in this life.

Interpine Valley Bamboo Forest, the Blue Flowers pattern under Duanmu Huanghun changes again.

Blue Flowers, the first two hundred species.

Black Fish Mouth Mountian, an Windmill Sword obliquely inserted on the ridge. The colorful windmill with sword tails pointed directly at the sky, and when the wind blew, it would hula hula to rotate.

Through Windmill Sword, sunlight casts a large shadow, which is scattered. Everyone hid in the shadows and sat down to replenish elemental force while taking a break.

Shi Zhiguang was frustrated with his face, his eyebrows were drawn down, and he looked at the ground with his chin, and said nothing.

His performance was so bad today that he could n’t grasp the rhythm of the sword. practice failed several times in a row. Each sprint of Windmill Sword needs to be consistent with the attack of Sword Tower. In addition, any sprint cannot exceed fifty feet, and you must change direction.

At the lightning speed of Windmill Sword, he needs to maintain a very high degree of concentration and be a little distracted.

Gu Xuan sat down next to him, patted his shoulder, comforted: "No one can do better than you!"

This is not polite.

Do n’t look at Shi Zhiguang, who is burly and handsome, and looks like a strong man who is good at brute force. But among the three Sword Envoy, he has the best talent and the best performance.

Shi Zhiguang didn't say anything, so he couldn't give him any comfort. Just discovering his talents, in his heart is eager to make achievements.

Is could it be that going back to what it used to be?

After experiencing the life of respect and envy, it is like being painted with bright colors, and can no longer bear the barrenness of only black and white.

Gu Xuan doesn't know how to persuade Shi Zhiguang, but seeing that his mood is so low, he feels he wants to say something.

"Shi Zhiguang!"

In the other corner, I just put down Ai Hui holding elemental force soup and shouted loudly towards this side.

Shi Zhiguang was shocked, hesitated, and headed down towards Ai Hui.

Gu Xuan was worried about Shi Zhiguang being trained, and quickly followed.

"Sit."

Ai Hui's can't hear the anger, the thin figure covered in bandages, with two black chips on his face.

Normally, people do n’t know how funny it is to mock the boss in private. But at the moment, Shi Zhiguang is not funny at all. He felt guilty in his heart, and always felt that the bandage was definitely murderous.

Shi Zhiguang whispered: "I, I just stand."

Ai Hui coldly snorted said: "I will tell you to sit down, and now you will not listen to orders?"

Shi Zhiguang in the heart flicked, and sat down as quickly as possible, legs together, hands on the legs, sitting straight.

Gu Xuan in the heart secretly murmured, he made up his mind that if Shi Zhiguang was to be trained, he asked for pleading.

Ai Hui coughed lightly: "Why are you so downhearted? It ’s not your fault to do it well. Windmill Sword is a new weapon, everyone is exploring it. Failure is normal, no big deal. Failure can be tolerated, but you ca n’t do without fighting If you look so disheartened again, I will change a person! "

Shi Zhiguang hastily raised her head and raised her chest. The strong pectoral muscles are almost comparable to orangutans. She quickly said, "Boss, I have a fighting spirit!"

Gu Xuan glanced at Ai Hui with some surprise.

In everyone's mind, the boss is a very strict person. In practice, as long as there is a slight error, waiting must be punitive practice. And various patterns emerge, and every day the practice is not dead, it also needs to delaminate. Moreover, practice does not speak of any human feelings, and he is selfless, and everyone is very afraid of him.

However, although everyone complains, Ai Hui leads by example, participates in practice together, and asks itself with the same standards, so everyone is convinced.

Last time Ai Hui singled out the whole feat of Sword of Thunderbolt, it made everyone adore it very much.

I have to admit that Ai Hui is still quite a set. At first, it seemed to be unreasonable selection, but later found to have practical use. And the players have some unique talents, but their personal strength is very common. So there are no arrogant people in the team, the atmosphere is very harmonious, and the atmosphere is very good.

Gu Xuan's mentality has also changed unconsciously. I used to be lonely and I didn't feel much. For example, today I was sweating with everyone, waving the sword over and over again, and accepting the punishment together. Everyone's feelings are much deeper.

Especially some time ago, due to the injury of Ai Hui, mission leading everyone practice fell on Gu Xuan.

Gu Xuan started to have a habit of taking care of everyone.

Seeing that Shi Zhiguang was going to be trained, he hurried over to prepare for pleading, and that was it.

Ai Hui coughed again: "Although the blame for the error is not on you, we must continue to improve. Our life and death is all in the hands of Zhiguang."

The Shi Zhiguang was suddenly excited, his face flushed red, and he shouted: "The subordinates must not insult the mission!"

When was he so valued?

Thinking of his great responsibility, he only felt that he was full of energy, and he wished to immediately rush to Windmill Sword and start a new practice.

"Very good." Ai Hui nodded, as if very satisfied: "But, it's useless to fight with blood and bravery, we still need to improve our strength. So, in order to improve the strength of Sword Envoy, I will Special training was carefully prepared. "

Shi Zhiguang is stuck in the neck, shouting with all its strength: "Subordinates must complete special training!"

He made up his mind that he must complete special training regardless of bleeding and sweating.

Ai Hui waved his hand: "Not only you, all Sword Envoys have to complete special training. Gu Xuan, call the other two."

The other two Sword Envoy also hurried over and stood straight beside Shi Zhiguang. Compared with Shi Zhiguang's full of fighting spirit, the two of them felt a little guilty. The usual practice is like terrifying, the special training in the mouth of the boss, how terrible that would be!

In their hearts, they are ready to go up the sword and down the fire.

The other players also came together. They were curious about the special training prepared by Ai Hui.

Seeing people coming together, Ai Hui coughed a little: "Sword Envoy needs to maintain a high degree of concentration for a long time, this is the most difficult place. This special training is also aimed at this. So, our special training, Embroidery! "

Everyone was suddenly quiet and then exploded.

"Embroidery! Heavens!"

"Are you boss crazy?"

......

The Shi Zhiguang, which has just been hot and boiling, suddenly seemed to be frozen and dumb.

The other two also have incredible faces.

Ai Hui snorted: "Do you know anything about embroidery? Come, Shi Zhiguang, you said."

Shi Zhiguang stammered: "I know, women embroider."

This familiar answer suddenly brought Ai Hui closer to the vortex of memory. In the familiar debris yard, an old man once tempted a young man.

Almost subconsciously, Ai Hui blurted out: "One-sided! Superficial!"

“Embroidery needs to use elemental force as the needle. It is easy to embroider with lead wire? The thickness of the thread, the softness of the leather silk, the complicated patterns, it is easy? The powerful embroidery worker can control ten elemental force needles at a time The parts are embroidered together. And the top embroiderer, do you know how many elemental force needles can be controlled at the same time? "

"How much?"

"The highest record ever was 949 ..."

No one noticed the deep memory and longing in Ai Hui's hoarse voice. His flying thoughts fell in the afternoon sunlight sundries, and in Weave Machine's constant Embroidered Workshop.

Master Master's Wife, the disciples began to teach people to embroider.