Chapter 1024 Walking Piranha

The next morning, about five o'clock, I vaguely heard a vague sound in the garden, like the whistling of a strong wind blowing through the low grass.

He carefully sat up from the sofa and carefully covered Remy with a blanket, who was sleeping soundly. Then he put on his coat and tiptoed out of the door.

Entering the hall, the vague whistling sound became much clearer, but the sound was still very weak.

I walked quietly to the back hall door, and through the crystal door, I saw Emily practicing her sword in the garden.

The way she practices the sword is very simple, just draw the sword.

Drawing the sword, sheathing it, drawing the sword again, sheathing the sword again, and then drawing the sword again. I don’t know how many times she has repeated this action. Looking at her movements, I can only use one word to describe it: natural .

Yes, it is natural. Her movements, every movement, are like running water, without restraint. Wherever the sword passes, it leaves a faint afterimage out of thin air, which is both frightening and beautiful.

I stood quietly against the door and stared, feeling every move she made to draw her sword, every move she made to chop, every move she sheathed her sword. These moves seemed to stir up my desire for battle in my heart. The desire to become stronger stirs my obsession.

I really wanted to pull out my tachi and practice with her in the yard to see if her sword was faster or mine was stronger.

Thinking like this, my body began to tremble unconsciously. With a click, I pressed the door handle inadvertently, and the crystal door opened.

Although the sound was not loud, it disturbed Emily's concentrated practice. She sheathed her sword, turned her head, and when she saw it was me, she said lightly: "Good morning."

I smiled apologetically at her: "Sorry, I was too absorbed in watching just now."

"It's okay," Emily said, walking to the stone table in the yard, picking up the towel placed on it, and gently wiping the sweat on her forehead.

I was speechless and said, "I see you have been practicing for a long time."

She said 'hmm' and said, "It didn't take long, I got up at 4:30 and started practicing."

"It's so early!" I blurted out. Then, after thinking about it, I added, "Actually, I didn't ask you what time you got up to practice sword practice. I wanted to ask you, how long have you been practicing this move?"

Emily thought for a while: "It must have been more than ten years."

"More than ten years!" I exclaimed, "Have you been repeating this action for more than ten years?"

"It's not just about repeating this one action," Emily said: "There are other ones as well, but this is what I'm practicing today."

I said "Oh" and thought to myself: I have been practicing for more than ten years, no wonder I am so proficient.

But thinking about it on the other hand, this idea is also wrong. If someone who is born with weak hands and feet is allowed to practice swordsmanship, even if he practices for a lifetime, he may not have one percent of what Emily has achieved today. This kind of thing can only be done It is said that it is the combination of talent and hard work.

Emily wiped her sweat, looked at the hall, and asked me, "When will dinner be served?"

I thought for a while: "About six o'clock."

"Fortunately," Emily said, "It doesn't look like it's too late."

"What time did you eat every day?" I asked her curiously.

Emily said: "It's usually completed before six o'clock."

I asked her again: "Then what time do you usually go to the dungeon?"

Emily said: "We will meet in the dungeon on time before eight o'clock."

"It's very regular." I nodded and said, "Then what do you do between six and eight o'clock?"

Emily thought for a while: "Reading and cleaning the sword."

"Clean the sword?"

"Yes." She nodded and said, "Clean the sword."

"Is your sword dirty? Do you clean it every day?"

"This is just my habit," Emily said: "The more I polish the sword, the brighter it becomes, and the more I polish it, the sharper it gets."

"Hehehe, superstition."

Emily did not reply to me, but looked at the magic clock on the wall through the door, then walked to the middle of the garden, turned to me and said: "Call me at six o'clock."

I nodded, and she continued practicing her sword.

Because Emily asked me to do it, I couldn't do morning exercises with her. After all, she and I have something in common in this regard. Once we start practicing martial arts, we probably won't be distracted by other things.

I walked back to the hall, lying on the sofa and staring at the magic clock. My eyes moved together with the second hand on it. I was so sleepy!

In order not to delay the commission, I had to stand up and walk in a circle in the hall. I walked around and around, and walked around for a while. Suddenly I found that walking in circles like this makes me sleepy!

So I started going back and forth between the bathroom and the hall. When I felt sleepy, I would wash my face. After washing my face, I would go back to the sofa and sit and look at the clock. Then I would continue washing my face when I felt sleepy.

Florence and others, who got up early, saw me walking back and forth between the bathroom and the hall, and asked me, "Xiaoyi, are you feeling unwell in any way?"

"Ah?" I asked with a question mark on my face, "What are you talking about?"

Florence said: "I see you are always..."

She pointed to the toilet and said, "So I'm worried that you have something that's hard to tell."

"Yeah." The proprietress on the side said with a mischievous smile: "I think so too. If you are sick, you should go to treatment as soon as possible. Early treatment will save you worry. It will save you trouble in the future and delay my Barb. Ra’s happy life.”

Me: ".If you say that, it will be easy to lose me as a friend!"

Sighing, I said: "There is nothing wrong with my body at all. Really, there is no problem at all. It's just because I'm sleepy, so I always go in and wash my face."

"Go to bed if you're tired," the landlady said, "Why are you holding on?"

I told the proprietress and Florence what Emily had entrusted me with. The proprietress smiled meaningfully, while Florence clenched her fists and cheered me up: "Come on, I support you!"

Then, they went to cook, and I was alone in the hall again.

Fortunately, Florence and the others talked to me for a while, and my sleepiness finally subsided, and Emily's commission was not delayed.

In fact, there was nothing special about Emily calling me at six o'clock. She just went to the bathroom and took a comfortable hot bath.

After dinner, we all dressed up and headed towards the dungeon.

At the entrance to the dungeon, we said goodbye to Emily, she returned to the ranks of the Rose Legion, and we set off directly into the dungeon.

This time, my goal is no longer Amon, but the deeper walking piranha.

I have fought monsters like walking piranhas many times, and the overall feeling is that they are difficult to deal with.

Yes, it is difficult to deal with.

The rhizome of this monster is very tough, not easily cut or broken, and its regeneration ability is also good. As long as it is not hit at the center of the corolla, it is basically impossible to kill.

Its only shortcoming is that it is not fast, and its attack method is relatively simple: entangle and devour.