After listening to this, Xi Heng gradually understood why the doctors she consulted in her previous life all said that only martial arts could cure her stubborn illness. It is because practicing martial arts is almost equivalent to an extraordinary path of cultivation. Once a martial artist's physical fitness is as strong as his, most difficult and complicated diseases will naturally be solved. According to this senior sister, as long as one cultivates martial arts to the point of entering the state and develops qi, blood and strength, one is already considered a martial artist, with abilities far beyond those of ordinary people... Now that I have traveled through time and have gained such a powerful golden finger that allows me to reload my save files after death, I naturally have to reach the top of the world and see all the scenery. In silence, in addition to solving his own chronic illness, Xi Heng also has another pursuit - trying to become the pinnacle of martial arts in this world. After all, with the ability to reload save files, she can live her life over and over again, and her actual lifespan is definitely far beyond that of ordinary people. Xi Heng thought of this and looked up to ask the senior sister who was still drinking spring water: "Do warriors live longer than ordinary people?" "Oh?" It was the first time Hong Miao heard this question from her apprentice. She chuckled and replied, "Of course. We warriors have harmonious bodies and are immune to all diseases. It is said that we can live for more than a hundred years." "But in reality, most people won't live to that age." She shook her head and explained, "When a martial artist is over fifty, his qi and blood will gradually decline. In the same realm, young and strong people will be better.
If a weak and elderly martial artist does not have a disciple with sufficient strength to guard the front, his martial arts and resources will soon be coveted by others. Even if he wants to retire from martial arts, he will encounter many obstacles. " She concluded, "The vast majority of warriors do not die of old age." When Xi Heng heard the news, he felt relieved. There aren't many hundreds-year-old monsters among warriors, but she has a mental age of over 900 years old. You can read the save files every time you reach the end of your life, and perhaps you can gradually become the strongest person in the world. If we can find a way to further extend lifespan and mental age, we can achieve even longer-term immortality. "Is there any warrior stronger than this?" Xi Heng suddenly asked. "I'm afraid only the immortals in the legend have power that surpasses that of warriors. Don't be too ambitious." Hong Miao also understood that the other party was just talking about the fantasies of his youth. She didn't blame him too much, but just gave him a reminder. "Do immortals exist?" "No one has seen it." The other party said: "If there really were immortals in this world, we warriors would have flocked to find them long ago, but that's just a legend." "Oh..." Xi Heng lowered his head and thought. The eldest sister put down the bamboo tube filled with water, returned to the new apprentices, and continued to preach: "You haven't even entered the stage of becoming a warrior yet, so don't think about other things first. Focus on the things in front of you and keep your feet on the ground." "It's time to practice!" She shouted softly, drawing everyone's attention back. Xi Heng calmed himself down and returned to his previous serious state when listening to the lecture. Hong Miao showed the long sword in her hand to the others and said, "The martial arts practiced in the Hongxian Sword Academy is naturally the 'Hongxian Sword'. This sword is not a sword for gentlemen, nor is it a sword for viewing. It is a sword for killing people - every move of the sword points to a person's life, and there is murderous intent hidden everywhere." "My sect was originally named Bloodline Sword Sect, which means that once the sword is drawn, a blood line will be cut to kill someone. Later, because the sword sect declined, I returned to the city to open a martial arts school. The word blood was too eerie, so I borrowed the title of the female knight in the previous dynasty and changed the name to Red Line Sword Academy." "But the divine will should still be guided by the blood words. Don't regard it as a red thread related to marriage..."
After Hong Miao explained the martial arts, she slowly practiced each move in front of everyone. She stepped forward with her left foot and pointed her sword. As she did so, she explained the two variations of this move: she could strike the enemy in the face with the sword, or she could slash the enemy’s body with the sword… After demonstrating the basic sword techniques, Xi Heng tried hard to remember the opponent's movements, but when he recalled them, he found that he had only remembered about 70% of them. It would be great if I could save the game before the senior sister demonstrated her sword skills, and then be able to replay the game and watch it over and over again... she thought. Unfortunately, the system text states that you can only get a chance to save the game once your realm is raised. Xi Heng is still unclear about what realm improvement means. Does mastering Qi and blood and becoming a martial artist who has entered the realm of strength count? Or perhaps, this kind of martial arts does not count as a realm... "Next, practice on your own until you've mastered these first." After the practice, Hong Miao yawned without hiding anything, and went to the other side to supervise the other apprentices practicing sword skills. Xi Heng held the wooden sword in his hand and looked at another classmate beside him. He saw the confusion in the other's eyes. "Let's practice." She recalled Hong Miao's moves in her heart and was about to raise her sword to practice. However, the sound of a sword came from the right. Xi Heng looked and saw the woman in black named Lin Ying with disheveled hair. She drew her sword and started dancing with each move. She stopped what she was doing and looked at the other person, and could clearly feel the stiffness between the movements. But at least, on the surface, it seems to be not much different from the moves that Hong Miao had just practiced. Moreover, although there were pauses from time to time between the movements, they were actually reproduced and practiced in their entirety. Xi Heng watched the other party perform the whole exercise silently and applauded: "To be able to do this after only watching it once, he is a genius." Lin Ying was still speechless, but after the silence, she still made some response to Xi Heng - she nodded... which was considered some progress. Seeing that the other party was about to practice again, Xi Heng also raised his sword and followed Lin Ying to practice sword moves step by step. After the first time, her frail body was already exhausted and out of breath, and her right arm holding the sword was extremely sore. Before he had time to rest, the man picked up the wooden sword again and continued his third sword dance. "Eh?" Exhausted, Xi Heng was distressed for a moment, then forced himself to keep up with the other party's movements and pace. Finally, I finished it the second time with great effort. Not only Xi Heng's arms, but all the muscles in his body began to tremble and feel tingling. Otherwise, I should take a rest first... Xi Heng thought while taking a breath. But before she had stopped for more than ten seconds, Lin Ying raised her sword silently and continued to practice her moves. All the muscles in his body were trembling, reminding Xiheng that he should rest for a while... otherwise his body might not be able to bear it.
After hesitating for a while, Xi Heng gritted his teeth. "It doesn't matter if you can't bear it, just keep practicing!" She forced herself to stand up. Compared to the pain she felt now, she was more annoyed by the feeling of powerlessness she had felt when she was weak. The passionate pain while practicing swordplay could at least bring her a real sense of life. The fourth time... The fifth time... By the sixth time, Xi Heng had difficulty keeping his body steady, and his sword style had begun to wobble, as if he would fall to the ground in the next moment. Her arms and the wooden sword were shaking as she stared at the black-haired girl standing beside her. She imitated her movements, moving her stiff body and feeling her limbs becoming increasingly difficult to tame. When Lin Ying launched a four-pass sweeping move, Xi Heng also stepped forward with his left foot, raised the wooden sword and chopped down. Then her right foot suddenly lost strength, and her whole body was carried forward by the inertia of the sword. With a loud crash, Xi Heng fell to the hard yellow ground before his consciousness became blurred. When her body fell to the ground, the pain was not as severe as the muscle tingling, so she did not realize that she had fallen at first. When she opened her eyes and saw that the world was turned upside down, she thought she was hallucinating again. …… Chapter 5: No Stain in the Heart The sword fell to the ground with two thuds. Xi Heng still had some consciousness when he fell down. After a while, he realized that the world turning upside down in front of him was not an illusion, but that he had lost his balance and fell to the ground. He then struggled to get up. But at this moment, all four limbs were filled with tingling pain. Even if he wanted to lift his fingertips, he was powerless. His muscles were twitching as if they were squeezing out acid, and even his tendons, bones and joints seemed to be out of control. Amidst the rough breathing, Xi Heng also heard a sharp tinnitus that became increasingly intense, masking the shouts of the person next to him. My heart was beating so fast that my chest felt heavy as if it was filled with water and I was almost suffocating. Xi Heng tried to open his eyes again, but he felt the soreness in his muscles extended to his eye sockets. His vision became blurry and was also tinged with a layer of red. "I won't have to reload the game so soon..." Xi Heng thought finally. This body is too weak. In the only moment in his mind that was still somewhat clear, Xi Heng took the time to laugh at himself. At the same time, things are moving slower and slower. She felt her powerless body being moved, and then a chill hit her cheek. The coolness flowed into her lips and she swallowed subconsciously. The raging heartbeat was soothed by the coolness, and the overly rough breathing also paused for half a second at this moment. A feeling of suffocation followed, triggering an instinctive reaction in the body. Xi Heng's throat spasmed and he coughed.
Then her consciousness faded and she passed out completely. When I woke up again, what I saw when I opened my eyes was not the strange or familiar ceiling, but Yan Hongji's face. "You're awake." The young lady squatted beside Xi Heng, grabbed the bamboo tube filled with spring water, and tried to feed it to him. "..." Xi Heng was silent for a long time. This scene was a bit like in my previous life, when I fainted behind the counter and was woken up by the other person touching my chest. Thinking of that time, Xi Heng's face became full of black lines again. "Who are you calling flat-chested..." Her voice was soft and weak. "What?" Yan Hongji naturally didn't hear clearly. "It's nothing. You don't have to feed me." Xi Heng raised his right hand, which was no longer so difficult to control, grabbed the bamboo tube in the other's hand, supported his body with one hand and sat up, gulping down a few gulps. "Don't try too hard." Seeing that she was fine, Yan Hongji naturally stood up and walked to the side, picking up the sword again to prepare for practicing moves. "This is the cry of my heart." Xi Heng drank the whole bamboo tube of spring water, wiped his mouth, and stood up with his aching body. "Hmm?" The other party didn't understand. "Nothing." Xi Heng just responded casually and didn't want to say much to the other party. She looked around, found the wooden sword she had dropped on the ground, walked over, bent down and picked it up. "In any case, fainting from time to time is not conducive to practicing martial arts." The other party finally reminded. "I will pay attention." After Xi Heng finished speaking, he dragged his barely recovered body and returned to Lin Ying who was still practicing sword. When the opponent finished his sword dance and started dancing again, Xi Heng practiced with him just like he did before he fainted. This time, Lin Ying's movements were obviously more complete and coherent. It had been less than five minutes since Xi Heng fainted, but the opponent had already made progress. The girl sighed inwardly: "I am not as talented as others." But it doesn’t matter. Her goal now is not to compete with others for the first place, but to fight against the stubborn disease in her body. Xi Heng took a deep breath, continued to chop with the sword as the opponent did, retracted his arm, put his left elbow back, and thrust forward with the long sword held horizontally. Then came the right-crossing stance, the sweeping stance, the shield-breaking stance, the flag-cutting stance... Next, after Xi Heng practiced the basic sword techniques of the Red Line Sword three times, he would step aside to rest for a while and watch others practice silently. After repeating this process over and over again, the strength in the body gradually becomes exhausted. I don’t know if it was the twentieth or twenty-first time. When Xi Heng could no longer hold on, a voice calling from afar came: "Morning warm-up exercise is over! Everyone, take your meal cards and go to the cafeteria to eat and take your medicine!" The one who was shouting was a girl in blue who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old. She was not tall but had a very loud voice.
"Warming up?" Xi Heng, feeling powerless, put down his sword, stood there in confusion, and repeated in his whispers: "Is this just a warm-up?" Everyone around was heading to the cafeteria and obviously would not respond to her. Xi Heng let out a long sigh, put the wooden sword back to his waist, took out his own snack card, and followed everyone. It was only an hour of warm-up time, but it almost cost her life. The formal practice that would follow would definitely be even more difficult.