He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

He was surrounded by three big trees and there was a big rock behind him, which completely blocked his figure.

If Zhang Beixing just sat here motionless, it would be difficult for outsiders to notice that there was another person here.

But he didn't care. After all, it was the same no matter where you practiced, just the scenes were different.

He took out the Dao Sword from his bag, but instead of pulling out the sword, he set up a tripod and began to practice as he had done before.

He chose to hold the Dao Sword tightly in his arms, closing his eyes and immersing himself in the peace of the moment.

This is a practice method he created.

At first, he familiarized himself with the nature of the sword by swinging a foil, and then mastered the technique of kicking the sword with his feet; then, in order to comprehend the sword's momentum, he practiced swinging the sword in a thunderstorm. Now, he finally understood that it was not easy to condense the sword's energy.

To be more precise, sword energy often comes from a deep perception of the sword. It is a moment of tacit understanding with the sword, reaching a state of unity between man and sword.

Only in this way can the sword energy be cultivated.

Therefore, Zhang Beixing originally planned to sit in a quiet place today, meditate, and quietly experience the meaning of sword.

However, when he sat down, his mind completely empty and his eyes closed, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something?

But at this moment, Zhang Beixing unexpectedly regained the previous feeling of tranquility.

So, he simply put aside all the distracting thoughts in his mind, hugged the sword tightly, enjoyed the tranquility before him, and felt the artistic conception contained in the sword itself.

……

Deep in the dense forest.

Chatu was wiping the gun in his hand, and from time to time he looked up at the team members who seemed bored and unfocused.

He put down his gun and glanced at the strange slogan "A fire on the mountain, a lot of love below the mountain" hanging on the tree next to him. He frowned, tore it down and threw it away.

He couldn't understand the words on it, but he knew it was definitely not something good and it was upsetting to look at.

Then he took out a pack of cigarettes, silently lit one, and handed it to his teammate next to him.

"Brothers, can't you stay here any longer?" He puffed out smoke and the cigarette in his hand quickly burned out.

"Boss, it's only the second day, but it feels like a week has passed."

"I can't wait to finish the task. I haven't touched a woman for three days."

"Heh, I haven't seen my little baby for almost a month."

"The third brother is crazy about women, you're better off, if it really doesn't work out, let the eldest brother arrange one for you? Hahaha, you've been enjoying it anyway."

A group of mercenaries were joking around, and although they tried to keep their voices down, they still seemed a little outrageous.

After finishing his cigarette, Chatu threw the butt on the ground casually, stomped it out and said, "It seems like you guys are still in the mood to chat. You don't have anything to do."

"Alright, everyone, get ready. Once the Lone Wolf comes back, we will immediately move to other places."

Hearing this, all the mercenaries were stunned.

"Boss, aren't we going to stay here for three days?" the bearded mercenary asked doubtfully.

Chatu shook his head. “The Kyushu military is not a pushover. They may have received news that we are hiding here. I guess they are searching our location on a large scale now.”

"It's not safe here either." He looked around at the dense forest and continued, "So, we have to stay here until tonight at the latest, and then find a place to hide until the mission begins."

"But if we do that, we might still be exposed." The bearded mercenary wearing a knitted hat spread out his hands.

Chatu raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a sly smile: "If we are exposed, we will fight a guerrilla war with the Kyushu soldiers. Yes, a guerrilla war. Moreover, except for those soldiers, everyone else can become our hostage. With hostages, even if the mission cannot be completed, we can easily leave."

"Oh, God, if we really need to take hostages to leave Kyushu, I'd rather go straight to heaven."

"Then go straight to hell. God doesn't want a homosexual like you. Hahahaha."

"Michelle, you really deserve to die. Believe it or not, I will send you to see God right now!"

"Oh, you damn homosexual, I've been wanting to teach you a lesson for a long time!"

Seeing the two mercenaries standing up and glaring at each other, Chatto shouted in a low voice: "Enough!"

The two mercenaries squatted down one after another, still with anger on their faces.

Chatu waved his hand and said, "If you want to fight, you can do whatever you want after we leave Jiuzhou. But in my plan, no one is allowed to mess up. You know this."

Then, all the mercenaries stopped talking, lowered their heads silently or did their own things.

Then, Chatu stood up, picked up the gun in his hand again, threw it to the team member next to him and asked him to help wipe it.

"Everyone, get ready. Once Lone Wolf comes back and confirms that there are no Kyushu soldiers around, we can set off at any time."

After saying that, he looked at the two mercenaries, his eyes cold and heavy, and said: "If anyone still wants to cause trouble, I don't mind letting him go to see God now."

After that, he took out the intercom device from his waist: "Lone Wolf, what's the situation?"

sizzle.

Soon after, accompanied by the sound of electricity, a cold and emotionless voice came from the intercom: "Boss, there are currently no signs of Kyushu soldiers' activities."

"Yeah." Chatto nodded. "That's the best scenario. Let's check carefully to see if there are any signs of human activity nearby."

"Boss, this is exactly what I wanted to report to you. I found footprints nearby. Judging from the footprints, they are not unique to military boots, but a pair of ordinary shoes. The footprints are very new. Judging from the traces, they appeared not long ago."

Hear the words.

Chatu's brows immediately frowned, and a hint of horror flashed in his eyes.

The footprints that just appeared...

That means there are people other than them nearby.

This is not a good sign.

After all, once other people discovered their whereabouts, the only option left would be to kill them and silence them.

But if they really opened fire...it might also alarm others and expose their own position.

After thinking for a moment, he said into the intercom: "If you find someone else here, kill him. Remember, try not to use a gun, and get rid of him quietly."

"Okay, boss."

In the dark and dark forest.

A pair of eyes scanned the entire dense forest through the gaps between the trees.

After a long time, the eyes withdrew their gaze and took out the intercom equipment.

He was about to press the call button, but then he pulled it back.

Then, he gradually revealed his figure.

He was wearing camouflage combat uniform, with a rugged face, deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, thick lips, and a light beard on his chin and cheeks.

The lone wolf held the rifle tightly in both hands, and his emotionless eyes swept across the dense forest. Then, he walked forward without hesitation.

As a scout in the mercenary group, he naturally took on the task of reconnaissance.

What's more, the boss is about to move to another location and must confirm all the surrounding conditions.

More importantly, it is necessary to determine who the owner of the fresh footprints that appeared not long ago is and whether they pose a potential threat to them.

He walked recklessly, following the direction of the footprints, and soon came to a larger dense forest.

He looked at the scenery around him, which was almost the same as before, with only slight differences.

Damn, every place in this dense forest is similar, and it requires more attention and observation to identify them.

After complaining a few words in his heart, he began to look for the owner of the footprints again.

He followed the footprints to an open space covered with fallen leaves. He couldn't help but frown and his expression became weird.

This direction... is towards the depths where the boss and his men are hiding.

Could it be that this person's purpose is...

Thinking of this, his body immediately tensed up, his hair stood on end, and he stared intently at the footprints in front of him.

After arriving here, the footprints have become very difficult to recognize due to the cover of fallen leaves.

But the lone wolf still carefully found the way to move forward according to the different degrees that the fallen leaves were trampled.

Soon after, he cautiously came to an area with large rocks and dense trees.

Less than 500 meters ahead is where the boss is hiding.

At such a close distance, the boss and his men didn't even notice someone coming, and even he didn't notice...

Who is this person?
Is it the Kyushu military? No, no, no, definitely not.

If it was the Kyushu military, then as soon as their traces were confirmed, they would rush here quickly and try every means to eliminate them.

But who else could it be except the Kyushu military?
Without any hesitation, he immediately took out the intercom and pressed the call button without hesitation: "Boss, the trace extends to a location about 500 meters away from where you are hiding. I can't be sure if that person is still here."

"What?" The boss's voice on the intercom was obviously full of surprise and nervousness.

But soon, the boss responded again: "Immediately find a way to confirm whether that person is still here. Also, as long as it is confirmed that he is not a partner and has nothing to do with us, kill him immediately. Shoot if necessary."

Then, the boss seemed to feel something was wrong and continued, "Tell me your location, and we will go over and surround him together. We must not let this man escape."

"Yes, boss."

After quickly cutting off the intercom, the lone wolf's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, closely capturing every movement around him.

……

There was a huge rock behind him and in front of him was a hidden place surrounded by three big trees.

Zhang Beixing maintained his original state of mind, his heart was like a windless lake, with neither waves nor disturbance.

He seemed to be in a world that belonged only to him. Everything in the world had come to a standstill, and even space seemed to be detached from the real world.

He slowly and carefully felt the profound meaning contained in the sword in his arms.

Although this method of practice sounds quite mysterious, feeling the true meaning of the sword is actually a dual practice of mind and body.

At this moment, Zhang Beixing suddenly felt that some changes were quietly happening in his body, as if something was splitting and then repairing itself.

Faintly, he seemed to hear a slight beeping sound.

Is that the buzzing sound of the Sword of Asking Dao?
He couldn't be sure, nor could he give a definite answer.

But he understood that such changes meant that his practice method might be correct.

However, the moment this thought flashed through my mind, that feeling suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

He couldn't help but wonder: Was it because I wasn't calm enough that I lost that state? Or was it because my cultivation method was wrong?

He fell into confusion again, just like a beginner who could never find the key to learning martial arts.

So he tried hard to clear his mind of distracting thoughts, calm his emotions, and feel the inner peace.

After an unknown amount of time, he let out a long breath but did not open his eyes.

That feeling never appeared again, and he didn't feel any other unusual changes.

He began to wonder if there was something wrong with his way of practicing.
Maybe it is true, but where exactly is the problem? Is there a misunderstanding from the beginning?

He carefully recalled his previous training process, trying to find the root of the problem.

He recalled that when he was cultivating sword power, he understood sword energy as a higher level above sword power, that is, transforming power into energy.

Sword energy is a combination of the airflow wrapped around the sword and the momentum of the sword holder. So should the sword energy also start from the sword holder himself to reach the state of unity between man and sword?

This understanding seems to be correct, but now it seems that communicating with the sword by meditation alone, or looking for the sword's meaning from the sword itself, is not an easy task, nor is it a completely correct method.

However, he believes this approach should be successful, it just takes more time.

Thinking of this, he realized that there might not be anything wrong with his way of cultivation, but he was just a little too eager for success.

After understanding this, Zhang Beixing's mood and spirit relaxed, and the haze in his heart dissipated.

Today's training was still fruitful. At least it helped him to reorganize his training ideas, adjust his mentality, and make the path of sword training clearer. At the same time, it also laid a solid foundation for breaking through the second level.

Just as he was immersed in self-reflection, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten one important thing - live broadcast!
This is his daily source of income!

He glanced at the phone beside him and realized that it was already afternoon and the live broadcast time had long passed.

It’s over, those fans are going to say that I stood them up again.

Is it too late to start broadcasting now?

He pondered this in his mind, but then he remembered that even if it was too late, he couldn't change the past.

How about not airing today? Just give yourself a break.

Just as he was struggling, he heard faint footsteps and slightly heavy breathing.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he could even clearly hear the sound of the feet stepping on the dry yellow leaves.

Although the distance was not too close, for him whose five senses had been enhanced, he could still hear it if he calmed down and listened carefully.

The footsteps suddenly stopped and Zhang Beixing frowned.

At this time, this is deep in the mountains and forests, how could there be anyone here?

And it sounds like there's only one person.

Before he had time to think deeply, he heard the sound of electricity and conversation. (End of this chapter)