Mindfulness Belief

Chapter Ten-Days of Gathering

Green hills and green waters, and undulating mountains.

There are some mountains that Akulia has never seen in his entire life. From below, the top of the mountain is connected to the sky, and the mist is lingering.

It is autumn, everything is going down, but there is still a breath of mercy before the defeat.

"City defender! I deliberately came to open the city gate to the instructor's request." Akulia dismounted and shouted in front of the narrow moat, forming a loudspeaker with both hands.

There was no news for a long time, and the stillness of the sound was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was a short echo in the canyon.

Akulia waded across the clear water, then brought the bridge over to let the horse come over.

The pattern of the gate does not move, and the surrounding terrain is more suitable. The height of the high wall can reveal the loopholes through the surrounding uplifting terrain.

I saw that Akulia took advantage of the terrain and jumped up.

It has to be said that since the battle against Xianyouyu, physical fitness has been developed unprecedentedly.

The jump was lighter than expected, and he used his arms to grab the edge of the wooden wall.

But this jump is less than two meters high, the height of the head, supported with both arms and then up with one leg, the whole body will come up.

This place is surrounded by mountains and water, and the stream flows slowly from the winding hillside, which looks so clean.

The steps up the mountain are paved with a layer of obvious Shiqingtai Road, slowly ascending this ladder-shaped road, there are still flowers and flowers blooming around it from time to time.

Until you climb to the top of the mountain, you can see the small mountains.

The mist that had misjudged the vision from below at first also dissipated in a blink of an eye.

On the high ground, I found that the surroundings were already very flat and flat, and there were no more mountain roads to climb. Along the rockery, the garden courtyard looks like a trace of the work done. Although the ground is covered with dead leaves and no one cleans it, it has a unique beauty.

Akulia was immersed in this fragrant world, her mood lingered for a long time and hesitated. Hear the yelling, follow the sound to look for it.

A group of brawny men are tug-of-war on a flat ground, watching an evenly matched battle with two or thirty people from the left and two or thirty people from the right.

"Can't lose!"

"Ah! Everyone!"

"Oh! What's the matter?" He was embarrassed.

"Have you all contributed?" someone asked.

"What do you mean, it seems like you are fine."

"We lost to them again."

The duel between the two classes is a battle of fame.

In the crowd, when the class on the right was discouraged, a handsome-looking young man named Mo Chen had just arrived in the army for more than two years. It was also the person who participated in the tug-of-war competition and lost to the opposing team. "There are so many of us who can't beat them. There are few people, it shouldn't be!"

"It shouldn't be. The number of people is absolutely necessary. It seems that the method is not correct, there is no tactics and no cooperation. If the leg is lowered here, it is not necessarily. The main method of tug-of-war is to use the weight of the body to finalize it; Pay attention to the method but also the posture. Needless to say, you need to stand under the armpit. The standing posture should be crossed left and right. In this way, winning will not be a problem."

Who is around to give advice so peacefully?

Mo Chen inadvertently turned his head and glanced, and saw that the person was not looking at him, and there was a unique temperament fixed there, and he couldn't help but glance at it. It didn't matter if he looked at it, and then his pupils dilated directly, staring at him like a palpitating heart. "elder brother!"

This person also reacted and focused his gaze here. Akulia knew that the situation at home was forced to join the army by his cousin, and wanted to surprise him by suddenly appearing next to him.

"Wow," he roared at first, and then cried with joy and hugged Akulia. Mo Chen seemed to have confessed all the misses he had in the past few years. "Woo..."

Akulia was strong without tears, or suppressed it. "Mo Chen, I came to see you."

The eyes of everyone gathered here, and they were unavoidably envied by the brothers' affection. They were silent beside them, as if handing over the home court to the brothers.

After a while, it seemed that this time felt really long, and another familiar figure appeared in the crowd. Jian is also a fellow of Akulia, and his relationship is very good. In the past few years, I have heard of his deeds in order to help the family exempt tax from going out as a soldier. The three of them hugged each other.

"Can I join your fight?"

A Jian was puzzled, thinking about other things on his round little face.

But Mo Chen wanted to understand, "Okay! Brother, we are waiting for you to come back!"

"Don't mind, let's add another person." Akulia broke the deadlock of not speaking.

"It's not fair."

"Yes. If you dare to come, where are their skills?" There was also a promise, but the words were still mocking.

"Then the people over there should join the battle." Akulia said to one of the black-clothed youths on the left who was looking at everything under the tree.

The black-clothed youth looked unique, with an aloof and pretentious expression. Don't give any reason to Akulia's words, and will not be affected, as if firm strength lies there, and there is no substantive ability to impress him.

"I'll quit, come on, big brother." Feeling that it would drag the team's overall strength, he voluntarily walked out and went to watch the battle.

Akulia explained the strategy, and everyone was very obedient to the management of the newcomer.

"You use all your advantages, drag your lower body down, exert your upper body strength, and don't lean forward under any circumstances. From front to back, count them in turn."

Everyone agreed in unison. "Yes!"

Akulia arranged the arrangement of the team and stood in the middle of the team. The red line indicates who the horizontal line is going to be, and it also represents whether he can bring rich results.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes!"

With the sound of the trumpet, the red line opened a distance. The crowd listened to Akulia's command, and wisely used their physical advantages. The red line gradually began to generate momentum and slowly approached to the right.

Almost they didn't even think about it, Akulia's hot and exaggerated metaphor rubbed out a flame-like force and exerted a prehistoric force to defeat the opposing team in one blow. Only in a flash.

Afterwards, people exclaimed: "Can this be called a fight? There is no reversal."

"Dare to ask if you want to compare with me?" The man in black was watching under the tree just now, a little bit wanting to compare.

"What's the matter? You have to stand up with me." Akulia felt lonely provocation, and everyone walked away with lonely finger forward.

With an indifferent temper, he is an opponent who will not be merciful, but does not compete with ordinary people. Having the qualification to challenge him means that he can face up to opponents.

"This person has great prestige in the army, and even the instructor gave him a thumbs up. He was so lonely in his heart, and he was nicknamed Gumo." Jian said.

"Brother, he is extraordinary."

Ink dust, the skin tone is very yellow, and the character is generous and tolerant. Haihan is now concerned about giving some opinions.

"Can you start?" Akulia saw that she was lonely and didn't speak, and slowly exerted her strength to make the other person aware.

As Akulia exerted his strength, he gradually kept up. This is true no matter how hard Akulia exerts.

With the energy surging out of the body, he began to pull towards him. It was just a short time, and at the same time loneliness also began to exert strange power, a close match.

In the next scene, everyone was stunned, and there was not much change in the red line.

The rope couldn't care about the victory on either side, and started to tremble selfishly.

One by one, the thin and soft threads broke, and they were disconnected quickly, faster and faster. "Bang" the outcome was undecided, the rope broke and burst open in the middle.

"Your Excellency, admire it." Gu Mo bowed his fist with both hands.

"You have to keep the string, and the outcome is difficult to distinguish, but you are indeed a rare talent regardless of the outcome." Akulia didn't want to say too much, but instead set himself up very high. He liked it. modesty.

Gu Mo saw the purple wooden scabbard of the youth, "Your lord's purple wooden scabbard is really beautiful. It turns out that your lord is still a sword practising person. I don't know how the sword skills are?"

Akulia looked at Wang Jian and said bluntly: "It's not good."

These words were not humble, but because he knew how heavy it was. After being defeated by the young master, he realized that his sword career was still very early.

Only constant humility and willingness to learn can rise, otherwise there is no way to go beyond the status quo.

"This is too self-deprecating. Can you try it out."

"Naturally. But I am not depreciating, but because I know the sky is high and the earth is thick."

It was that person who challenged Gu Mo again, how long has it been since...

"Then it will begin." Gu Mo signaled to his opponent.

"Oh, no, no," Akulia quickly dispelled the loneliness of raising the sword.

"What are you waiting for? Don't worry about me. It doesn't matter how you want to start. Of course, I am not as unsure as I imagined. If I meet my favorite person and die, I don't have a soulmate."

"By the way, shouldn't the weapon be set aside and replaced with a bamboo sword?"

"Oh, I forgot." Gu Mo quickly put down the iron sword, took two bamboo swords from his side, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I was careless, I only used a sword to compensate for the failure just now. ." He threw the bamboo sword to Akulia.

"Little things, don't care." Akulia took the bamboo sword.

In other words, he just pulled out the two swords in a posture like a s*******r ghost king, murderous, still fearful, but fortunately to stop it. It was terrifying to be able to forget the sword itself.

Hilt to hilt. Start!

First, lonely slid his body forward and Akulia jumped up and kicked it about a meter or so, which was considered a visual kick.

After Gu Mo caught a kick, he steadily stepped back a few steps without any major problems.

Gu Mo thought that Akulia was quick to react, and when he closed his eyes and opened them, he felt the murderous aura returned. This is also a posture that is ready to fully respond to the enemy.

Akulia understands that this kind of barrier that seems invisible but can be felt personally is that she has a strong sense of fighting against Xian Yushi.

I don't have one. People like this are by no means vulgar, they are true ghosts. I don't know how much this war will be.

In a lonely sprint, this person was bored in appearance, and there was no room for ambiguity in the war. All swords and swords are obvious thrusts, and there is outstanding charm under the cold face.

Moreover, the strength of this sword is very strong, but it can also be parried. The reaction and speed of the two battles are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Others were amazed, and some people thought that Akulia was a great newcomer. I don't know where it came from, whether it was a talent buried in other classes.

But they have never seen it before, and their temperament is different. People think that they were sent by other bases to select instructors.

"It turns out that my brother is so strong." Mo Chen smiled happily, and the same soldiers cast coveted gazes.

"It's amazing to be able to get a tie with the school tyrant!"

This heads-up has been played for a long time, neither side is tired, no one is opponents, but no one can take advantage of others. I really can't use any surprising way to win. They are all fighting steadily, but I feel aloof and excited, and I can't stop the rhythm.

Finally, the battle ended with a sound.

Akulia's right arm was hit hard, and it hurts as soon as she listened to it.

Mo Chen stepped forward and asked if it didn't matter. The game finally ended. Akulia knew that he was boring. The strength of the two sides was equal, and it would not be possible to tell the outcome for a long time, so it ended with his own.

Although he took advantage, he knew that he had sent it deliberately, and on the surface he ended the battle politely.

"Your strength is the strongest I have ever seen."

"Where, it's no match between the two of us. I was the one who hit you just now and it hurt my hand. Are you okay?" Gu Mo asked intimately.

"It's really a killer!"

There was a lot of discussion, and they felt that Akulia shouldn't have lost, and his reaction was more than enough to get out of the game, unless he didn't have the will to fight.

"That's it, I have to go to the instructor, because I should be elected. I'll be out of company first."

"Wait, you don't know your name yet? You can call it in Xia Gumo. It is inconvenient to reveal your real name."

"At the next Akulia, I am lucky to have a good time. I lost my ugliness today and hope to discuss with you again." Akulia clasped his fists and saluted.

Leaving a distance, Gu Mo stared at the distance with a meaningful exclamation: "Fortunately meeting Akulia." His eyes showed appreciation and admiration.

"Congratulations!"

There was a loud roar on the rockery, "You should be an instructor, and tell us about your experience."

How Mo Chen wanted to hear the experience talk was nurtured by the chief teacher?

"We are coming to Japan, we have the opportunity to sit down and talk slowly. In the past few years, we have a lot to say. Let me answer a question first. Where is your chief teacher's office?"