That was two years ago, but Ling Yun could not forget it, nor did he want to forget it. The weather that day seemed to be as cold as today, and Ling Yun at that time was as depressed or melancholy as today.

"You are no longer suitable to continue acting as a demon hunter, let's go."

"Isn't this what you have been looking forward to? Why are you unwilling to do it now?"

"Are you wondering why I know?"

"More than that, I also know that you now have strong anger and hatred."

"You want revenge, right?"

Of course, Ling Yun clearly remembered who said those words, and he also knew that the person's original intention was for his own good. But Ling Yun did not nod silently to accept, but vented loudly towards the person. Ling Yun had no memory of what was said specifically.

, but that was the first time that Ling Yun directly vented his resentment for many years. He originally thought that the person would be very surprised, but he was unexpectedly calm. He still retained his loving gaze and used it to look at Ling Yun.

He said in a very "arrogant" tone:

"Go back. This time, as a high school student, go back to the daily life you have been looking forward to and have a good rest."

"However, leaving now does not mean that you can escape forever. Demon hunters are not a playful group. When you choose him, he also chooses you. Two years later, you will also

Will come back again.”

An ordinary person always has memorable past events that are still clear when looking back. Two years is long enough for a young person, but it is not enough to dilute the indelible memory, especially for those who are involved in the world.

Inexperienced children.

"Uh... Ling Yun... can you hand me the paper..."

A reminder from a classmate came from behind him, and Ling Yun finally came out of his sluggish state and remembered that he was still taking exams.

"Uh oh...sorry."

He quickly took a paper and put it on the table, and hurriedly passed the remaining papers to the back. Ling Yun glanced around in a daze, and most of his classmates had already started to lower their heads and pick up their pens to write the test papers. Then he saw another

The teacher's surveillance gaze.

"Why, is there any problem, Ling Yun?"

The teacher held up his hands and caught Ling Yun's gaze while scanning, frowning and asking.

"Uh uh...no...it's nothing."

Seeing that the teacher's expression became serious, Ling Yun calmed down and prepared to start the exam. Although he did not sleep well in the morning, once Ling Yun entered the state, he could still stay awake and think clearly. He wrote hard and wrote

, the "swishing" sound of writing was mixed with other students, and at the same time, this morning's dream and just thoughts were all forgotten.

"Ding dong dong dong--ding dong ding-deng--ding ding--"

The extremely familiar bell rang, and this time the sound was longer and more ethereal. Because this time it was not the bell for class or the end of get out of class, but the bell for the afternoon. However, the afternoon at Liuhua High School was different from other high schools in China. , this is the club time for students. There is no late self-study in Liuhua High School. What is emphasized is students' independent learning ability. After the afternoon, it is all free time.

The vast majority of students will participate in club activities, and only a few people like Ling Yun who have not joined any clubs are still hanging out on campus.

It was now dusk, and the setting sun on the horizon had gradually sunk, hiding on the side of the teaching building. The afterglow soaked the sky and the earth, turning the walls of the building into golden yellow. Looking up, it was like a miracle.

The light is slightly scattered, and it is as brilliant as the holy light shining on the earth.

Ling Yun was walking alone on the road, just like in the morning, slightly lonely. He had not made an appointment with anyone in advance, and seemed to be wandering aimlessly. But the fact was that it seemed like this, and he had no plans yet.

It has always been his habit to go back and hang out in school after school.

"Speaking of which, I seem to have heard that the school has a new kendo club?"

"It seems so. Why do you want to change clubs?"

"No, no, I'm just curious and want to see what it's like."

"Practice hard first. There is a physical fitness test tomorrow. It won't be too late to go after that."

...

Ling Yun was walking on the playground, and he passed by members of the track and field club who were chatting while training. Ling Yun naturally thought of the conversation in the morning.

"It turns out it's newly established. I asked myself why I've never heard of this society."

Only then did Ling Yun suddenly realize that he was slightly interested in this new club. In fact, Ling Yun's other talents were not obvious, but in terms of kendo, he thought that no one in the school could compare with him. However, Ling Yun naturally did not want to take the initiative.

Regarding the request to join the club, he wanted to try to hang out there. If it was interesting and someone took the initiative to invite him, he could consider it.

Liuhua High School Kendo Club

"What's wrong, Du Han?"

Fang Buchuan's voice brought Du Han back to reality from his sluggish state. He looked around in a daze and found that he was surrounded by students wearing kendo uniforms. Only then did he remember that he was training in a club.

.

"Well...it's okay...I took a moment to relax..."

Du Han took the hilt of the wooden sword, poked his forehead, and replied.

"Obviously I was a little tired yesterday, but why do I feel like you are a little out of shape today?"

Fang Buchuan said jokingly, not showing any trace of tiredness, he was obviously in good spirits.

"It may be a bit stressful, but don't worry, it won't affect me."

Du Han replied, indicating that he didn't need to worry.

"The best way to release stress is to swing your sword heartily. Come on, let's start the battle!"

Fang Buchuan, who was wielding his wooden sword, said eagerly, which was in contrast to Du Han's absent-mindedness.

"Oh~ Are you so active? I used to force you to come here, but this time you actually asked for it. You didn't come this day, what happened?"

Obviously, Du Han didn't want him to worry anymore, so he changed his tone and said. Then the two hit it off and prepared to compete in a field aside.

"Three days of separation will make you treat each other with admiration, and the same is true for one day."

Fang Buchuan seemed to follow Du Han's wishes in order to cheer him up. The two found an open space and prepared to start training. There were actually many people in the training ground of the Kendo Club, but only those who were sparring were

There were not many left, but most of them were practicing basic skills, such as slashing, retreating, etc. So seeing Du Han and Fang Buchuan seem to be in a fighting posture, many people stopped what they were doing.

, and focused his attention.

"Hey, it's starting again. Fang Buchuan hasn't been abused by the president yet and is autistic."

"It's really miserable to have to accept the president's 'unilateral attack' every day."

"There is no other way. If the opponent is President Du Han, the result would probably be the same if it were us."

"There should be no one in our club who can be the opponent of the president."

"That's not necessarily the case..."

...

Everyone was talking, and they seemed to be affirming the strength of President Du Han. But it was normal, after all, he was the president of the entire club. But in such a comparison, Fang Buchuan seemed a little embarrassed. Although he had long been used to such foils,

The results that are always without any suspense are always a bit shocking.

The last voice that sounded like a naysayer was Ling Yun, who had just arrived. He whispered and sneaked into the other members.

"Take it easy, Senior Du."

I don't know who shouted this in the crowd, which caused everyone to burst into laughter. It seemed that the gap in strength between the two was indeed quite obvious. Du Han and Fang Buchuan stood at opposite ends of the open space, first facing each other.

They looked at each other, and then bowed to each other to show friendship.

"Best two out of three, still?"

Du Han smiled and confidently let Fang Buchuan decide the outcome of the game.

"Just win two out of three games. I don't have any masochistic tendencies."

After Fang Buchuan said that, he began to adjust his condition. At the same time, Du Han also raised his wooden sword and entered the condition instantly. The two of them were not equipped with helmets to protect their heads, which was the so-called unarmored. Of course, the wooden swords used

Naturally, it is specially made. Therefore, this competition is quite different from the normal competition.

Because there is no protective gear, both parties need to pay attention to their propriety. The most fundamental difference is the conditions for obtaining one.

Compared with normal competitions, this competition has fewer restrictions on moves. In other words, you can move freely. How much freedom you have depends on the moves the players have mastered.

Fang Buchuan nervously held the hilt of the sword in his hand, pointed the tip of the sword diagonally at the ceiling, and took a deep breath. Ling Yun's posture was almost the same as his. This is the most basic foundation of kendo. It can be said that everything is perfect.

The posture can put you in a leading position and prevent people from finding holes to attack.

Similarly, you can also deliberately expose flaws to lure the opponent to attack.

However, generally speaking, the person who finds a flaw and attacks first has a certain advantage. However, once blocked by the opponent, if he cannot adjust immediately, he will be at a disadvantage.

"Hey, the posture looks pretty good. It's quite right. I just don't know what the exact strength is."

Ling Yun studied the gestures on both sides and seemed to see some clues. The two of them looked quite professional.

On the training ground, Du Han maintained his posture and slowly approached Fang Buchuan. Neither of them acted rashly. After all, maintaining one's posture without loopholes was an extremely important part, and the confrontation between each other became the key to winning or losing the competition.

Although as a spectator, Ling Yun quickly discovered the flaw of one of them - Fang Buchuan. He basically maintained the posture of left foot behind and right foot in front and slowly moved closer to this side, with his center of gravity obviously tilted to the right.

has moved, and his hands holding the sword hilt are also on the left front and right back. In this case, it is very convenient to chop downward and turn to the right, so the disadvantage lies on his left side. Although it can still be done

If you quickly turn to the left, but the left hand and right hand cross each other and hinder each other, the left hand will not be able to use its full strength, so there is an opportunity.

After a confrontation for a while, Du Han seemed to feel that an opportunity had come. He changed his steps, tentatively pushed out and retracted the sword. However, Fang Buchuan had already prepared to guard against this move, and he was ready to switch to defense when Ling Yun used the sword again.
To be continued...