After breakfast, Roland came to the iron shed and began to practice basic saber stances. It didn't take long before his friends came over one after another.
When they saw Roland, they came over to greet him. Then, they were pulled by Qi Shaoqiu to line up and practice the stance first. This was the basic skill of almost all traditional martial arts. Even miaodao practitioners couldn't avoid it.
Roland looked at them standing so hard that their legs were shaking and their faces were miserable, and he immediately laughed.
When he was practicing Sanda, he had suffered from this. First, he had to stretch his tendons, then he would take up a stance, and then he would learn the stances.
After standing for half an hour, Schuck and the others' legs were as soft as noodles, and when Qi Shaoqiu let them take a break, the five of them almost collapsed on the ground.
Schuck, in particular, probably because he had paid too much, looked the worst. He was almost lying on the ground, and then he was dragged by Li Lin and Brazil to sit on the cement bench next to him.
"Aren't you melee professions?" Roland walked up to them with a long wooden miaodao on his shoulder and said with a smile, "Why is your physique worse than mine?"
The five of them looked at Roland and raised their middle fingers unhappily, but their movements were weak and without any momentum.
At this moment, Qi Shaoqiu came over and said, "They've done well in their first training. Better than most people. "
Schuck and the others looked a little better.
Roland sat down and accompanied them as they laughed and chatted with each other.
After a break, Schuck and the others continued to practice the basics, such as squatting, moving, and moving horizontally.
Roland and Qi Shaoqiu, on the other hand, sparred with each other.
For a moment, the two people under the shed were fighting fiercely, exchanging blows, retreating, dodging, and so on, making the sound of wood crashing and the friction of the soles of shoes on the concrete floor ring out.
Schuck and the others watched with great interest and surprise.
They had all learned basic melee techniques in the game and experienced a lot of battles, so they could naturally see it. The combat accomplishment and skills that the two showed when they sparred.
"It seems that this saber arts club does have something," Schuck said wearily with a smile.
The others couldn't agree more.
At noon, the F6 members split up and went home.
Roland returned home, had lunch, and searched for information on the Internet.
Although there was still about half a year to go before the local ancestral worship ceremony, Roland felt that he might find something similar in places like temples or Taoist temples.
Therefore, he wanted to find out if there were any famous religious sites nearby.
In the end, after much investigation, he found that the local Buddhism was not popular, and Taoism was not flourishing … not to mention foreign religions.
The only famous one was the Mazu Taoist Temple in the neighboring province. It would take three to four hours to get there by high-speed rail.
The trip back and forth, coupled with the time spent searching for the training grounds, would probably take too long for him to make it back by night.
Roland didn't want that.
The last time he entered the game two hours late, he felt like he had lost a hundred million yuan. If he couldn't enter the game for one more night, he felt like he had lost half of his life.
Most importantly, even if he found the energy ball, should he absorb it or not?
It would be a waste not to inhale it, but what if he were to inhale it and pass out in another province?
Thinking of this, he temporarily gave up the idea of leaving the province.
Then, he ran to the bed and started meditating.
As his mood gradually calmed down, he began to feel many cool auras swimming in his body.
The calmer he was, the more he sensed them.
It was just that he was temporarily unable to mobilize these cool auras, but as long as he sensed these auras, he would have a rather comfortable feeling.
Gradually, he could only feel the auras flowing slowly in his body, and nothing else could disturb him.
After a long time, the auras gradually stopped and stopped moving. Roland was so comfortable that he didn't want to move or think. Then, he turned his head and looked at the source of the sound.
His expression changed greatly.
The orange sunset shone through the window, leaving a long red square on the ground.
Roland rose and looked out of the window. Then, he checked the time.
It was 18: 36.
He remembered that he started meditating at around thirteen, which meant that he had been meditating for about five and a half hours.
He patted his feet … They weren't numb.
Had he really gotten the hang of it?
With the energy ball the size of a little finger?
Roland sat on the edge of the bed with complicated feelings. He was both happy and confused.
What should he do next after he got the hang of it?
For example, how should he strengthen the auras, and what could they be used for?
Or, could he do special things with the auras?
For example, lightness skills, the release of true energy, and so on.
After thinking for a while, Roland opened the secret book that Night Tide Sands had given him and frowned slightly.
Then, he called Night Tide Sands.
The phone rang three times before it was picked up, which was quite fast.
"Well, Roland? Why did you call me? "
Night Tide Sands sounded quite happy.
Roland didn't realize that this was the first time he had called the girl after adding her number. He just replied, "About the Daoist Nourishment of Life, what I should do next after I get started, isn't written in your secret book."
"I don't know." For some reason, Night Tide Sands' voice sounded a little soft on the phone, not like her usual cold taste. "That's all the knowledge passed down by our ancestors. But I heard that if we can find the real descendants of General Qi, we might get the second half. "
"Do you know roughly where the descendants of the Qi family are?"
"I heard it's in the eastern part of Beijiang."
Damn! Running from the southwest to the northeast, that was crossing the entire Celestial Dynasty.
"Then we'll talk about it later. Sorry to bother you." Roland was about to hang up after he said that.
But Night Tide Sands said anxiously on the phone, "Wait, come with me to the Red Star Sporting Goods store tomorrow. We have to prepare the protective gear for your friends."
"Okay, no problem. See you tomorrow."
Night Tide Sands' voice seemed to have softened a little. "Okay, okay."
After hanging up, Roland went downstairs for dinner, then browsed the game forums for about three hours before entering the game.
After resting for a day at the manor, Roland hired a carriage and headed for the city of Isnas.
Vivian waved at the city gate, and it wasn't until half an hour after Roland's carriage disappeared down the road that she reluctantly walked back.
For most people in the game world, carriages were the most convenient and comfortable way to travel long distances.
But for a modern person like Roland, it was a torment.
It was too slow … and the carriage had no springs and was very bumpy. After two days of service, his butt couldn't take it anymore. In the end, he had to ask the coachman to slow down the carriage, and then it was even slower.
Fortunately, he could browse the forums and watch videos, which relieved a lot of his frustration.
Also, he encountered two groups of bandits on the way, both of whom he blew up with Inferior Fireballs.
He didn't think it was necessary to hold back against such petty thieves.
Seeing Roland so violent, the coachman was scared half to death. He kept trembling when he talked to him.
After a long journey of thirteen days, Roland finally reached the city of Isnas.
This was a special city, the well-known "princess" city.
All the princesses of the royal family would live in this city for five or six years before they were married.
Looking at the tall, ancient city walls, Roland left a message in the guild system: I'm outside the city gate. What about you?
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