Chapter 179 - Arriving at Destination (1/2)

After breakfast, Roland began to practice the basic moves of the saber arts under the shed. His friends came soon.

They greeted Roland first, before they were gathered by Qi Shaoqiu to practice standing in a line. Standing was the foundation for almost all traditional martial arts, including the miaodao technique.

Roland couldn’t help but laugh when he saw his friends’ legs were shaking as they practiced.

He had experienced these miseries before when he practiced boxing. He had to be stretched out first, practice standing later, before he finally got to study the moves.

After half an hour of standing, his friends’ legs were as soft as noodles. They almost collapsed when Qi Shaoqiu told them to take a rest.

Schuck, in particular, was the worst of all, probably because he was too busy in bed last night. He almost fell on the ground. Li Lin and Brazil had to drag him to a bench nearby.

“Aren’t you melee cla.s.ses?” Carrying a long wood miaodao, Roland walked to them and smiled. “Why is your performance even worse than mine?”

All the five of them raised their middle fingers at Roland, but they were too exhausted to show their disdain.

Qi Shaoqiu joined them and said, “It’s their first training session. They’re not bad at all. Better than most.”

His friends finally looked better now.

Roland sat down and chit-chatted with them.

After a brief rest, his friends continued practicing the basics, such as squatting movement, horizontal movement, etc.

Roland, on the other hand, began to practice with Qi Shaoqiu.

For a moment, the two of them were engaged in a heated fight under the shed. Their actions were powerful and noisy. Roland’s friends were attracted to the noise and were quite amazed.

They had all learned basic melee techniques and been through many battles in the game. Naturally, they could appreciate the battle experience and skills that Roland and Qi Shaoqiu demonstrated.

“It seems that the owner of this saber arts club knows what he’s doing.” Schuck smiled exhaustedly.

The rest of them couldn’t agree more.

At noon, F6 dispersed and everybody went home.

At home, Roland began to look for files after lunch.

There was still half a year to go before the day when most people offered tribute to their ancestors, but Roland felt that he could find similar things in places like temples.

So, he tried to see if there were any famous religious places near him.

However, he realized that neither Buddhists nor Daoists were popular in the local area. It was needless to mention external religions.

The only famous place was the Matsu memorial in his neighboring province, but it would take him four hours to get there.

He probably wouldn’t be able to make it back by night if he were to go for the Matsu memorial.

Roland didn’t like that.

He felt that he lost one billion when he was late for two hours to log in the game last time. If he missed it for a whole night, he would feel that half of his life had been wasted.

More importantly, even if he found the energy ball again, should he absorb it or not?

If he didn’t absorb it, it would be too wasteful; but if he did, what if he pa.s.sed out again in another province?

Thinking about that, he gave up the idea of an excursion.

Then, he went to his bed and meditated there.

As he gradually calmed himself down, he sensed the cool wind wandering inside his body.

The calmer he was, the more clearly he could sense it.

While he couldn’t make use of the cool wind yet, he felt very comfortable just by detecting it.

Gradually, he couldn’t sense anything except the flow of the cool wind in his body.

After a long time, the wind gradually stopped moving, and Roland exited the state where he was comfortable and didn’t want to think at all. He turned his head back, only to be shocked.

The orange setting sun had left a red square spot on the ground through the window.

Roland rose and looked out of the window, before he checked the clock.