The convoy traveled along the official road.
Su Yu closed his eyes and began cultivating the Awakening Spirit Technique.
Previously, due to insufficient personal cultivation level, the improvement of spiritual power encountered a bottleneck.
Now that he has entered the second rank, his cultivation of the Awakening Spirit Technique has finally begun to slowly improve again.
He understood perfectly well that his greatest strength was still his supernatural ability.
Along the way, all five members of Su Yu's team practiced the Awakening Spirit Technique with their eyes closed.
Inside the carriage, a group of middle-aged men were chatting about all sorts of things.
"College students are indeed college students, look at their composure! Tsk tsk tsk~" A bald uncle looked at Su Yu and his group of five and clicked his tongue in admiration.
As he spoke, he glanced at the time: "Five hours and eight minutes, and they really didn't even move a finger."
A bald middle-aged man chimed in, "Damn it, my son practices a breathing technique for half an hour, then spends an hour on the toilet. If he had that kind of willpower, he wouldn't be at the bottom of the class."
"Actually, you don't need to worry too much, brother. Do you know who the top scorer in this year's college entrance examination is?"
"Su Yu from the Northwest Theater Command! He crushed his way to victory in both the city's college entrance exam and the national college entrance exam. If my son were even a tenth as good as him, it would be incredibly lucky!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Bro, don't be fooled by Su Yu's crushing victory. He was always at the bottom of his class before the college entrance exam! He only suddenly woke up a month before the exam and soared to new heights."
"Brother, your son is still young, who knows when he'll be like this too."
"Thank you for your kind words~"
In a state of spiritual resonance.
Lin Yan: Captain, do we really need to hire online trolls for the team?
Qiao Qiao: It seems the captain is still training.
Lin Yan: Tsk tsk tsk, that bald uncle's son who takes an hour to poop is definitely not even one-tenth as good as the captain.
Su Yu joined the group chat: "Who mentioned it first that it can't be moved?"
Lin Yan: I'm so naive!! I just said whoever moves first is a little dog, and I didn't expect everyone to actually stop moving.
Lin Yan: I'm not saying this to be mean, but how old are we all? Still playing such childish games! Old Fu, come on! Move your butt! You've been sitting all day, be careful you don't get hemorrhoids.
Lin Yan: Qiao Qiao, a fly just landed on your head.
Lin Yan: Captain... never mind, Captain, you're alright, you can continue your cultivation.
Lin Yan kept talking.
Su Yu: Fu You, kick Lin Yan out of the mental synchronization zone.
A short while later, Lin Yan was the first to open her eyes.
As soon as he opened his eyes, the other four people looked up one after another.
Fu You remained expressionless: "Dog."
Lin Yan grinned at him.
Su Yu glanced outside the carriage and said, "Shouldn't we stop now?"
The bald man who had been watching the five people replied enthusiastically, "Yes, it's about to get dark."
"Before dark, the convoy will find a rest stop to let everyone rest for the night."
As they were talking, the carriage gradually slowed down.
"Come on, come on! Get off the bus! Get off the bus!"
"Rest for one night, then set off again tomorrow!" someone shouted outside the carriage.
People began to get off the bus one after another.
Su Yu and his companions got off the car and were greeted by a small castle with the words "Post Station" carved on the walls.
"This is the post station?!" Qiao Qiao exclaimed with curiosity.
"Yes, there is a post station on average every thousand miles along the official road."
“These inns were all established by our Chinese Grandmasters. If you stay here overnight, even strange beasts won’t dare to attack you,” Su Yu said.
A group of people followed them into the post station.
There were no staff members at the inn, only a convoy that had arrived earlier than them.
Inside is a large square.
Some people set up tents to rest immediately, while others took out a set of portable tables and chairs and gathered around to play cards.
Some burly men found an open space to test their skills.
The inn was like a bustling park.
Su Yu led everyone to a place.
Seeing many people brandishing swords and spears in the square, he also took out his longsword and began to practice thrusting, slashing, parrying, and parrying in a simple and unadorned manner...
Just like the previous 100,000 kicks, he set himself a small goal.
100,000 thrusts, 100,000 slashes... I practiced them again and again whenever I had time.
You must not completely ignore the skill just because the system directly grants you a skill that you are proficient in or a master at.
In the square, some people were wielding large swords with a whooshing sound, while others were brandishing guns with supernatural flames, making it seem like a circus performance.
After putting in a lot of effort, the goal was to win loud cheers from the audience.
In contrast, Su Yu's simple and unadorned basic swordsmanship was completely ignored by everyone.
The other four members of the team were cultivating with their eyes closed, and Su Yu's sword practice was also a way of keeping watch for them.
"Young man, you've just started practicing swordsmanship, haven't you?" A short, middle-aged man suddenly came over and chimed in.
Su Yu sheathed his longsword and smiled, "Yes, I mainly practiced fist and foot techniques before."
“I can tell at a glance. I’ve seen you practice for a while now, hundreds or thousands of times, but there’s been no change at all.”
"Too rigid."
"Practicing swordsmanship requires constant thinking; it's not something you can master by simply copying the movements over and over again."
As he spoke, the uncle enthusiastically took out his longsword and demonstrated it.
"Look, won't we be able to draw more swords this way!"
"I'm not bragging, but I've been practicing swordsmanship for over twenty years, and I'm just a hair's breadth away from mastery."
"The angle and force of this strike are my greatest achievement over the years."
"I see that you are destined to learn my swordsmanship, so I will teach you this move."
Su Yu watched from the side, looking like he was honestly asking for advice.
The older man drew his sword, and the younger man followed suit.
Same angle, same force.
Seeing this, the uncle said with a look of satisfaction, "Yes, yes, that's it! You really do have some talent."
"To be honest, I've taught other people, but none of them have your level of understanding."
Su Yu smiled and cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you for the designation, Brother."
The uncle waved his hand: "It's alright! It's alright! If anyone causes you trouble on this official road in the future..."
"Just mention your eldest brother Wang Jiuwu's name. If they hear that, they'll definitely give your brother some face."
With that, Brother Wang Jiuwu wandered off to other places.
Su Yu glanced at it and realized that he would approach and exchange blows with anyone he encountered practicing swordsmanship.
With a wry smile, Su Yu handed over the longsword once more.
Everyone has their own style of swordsmanship, and this uncle was always just a hair's breadth away from mastering it, simply because he didn't realize it.
I practiced swordsmanship all night, and then it got light outside.
The convoy set off again, and a group of burly men began vying for seats once more.
Su Yu and his group arrived at the third carriage.
The place where they sat yesterday is still empty for them today.
The carriage sped across the wilderness for ten hours.
The group finally saw the outline of Wind Pillar City.
Inside the carriage, everyone was complaining about sore buttocks or aching legs.
Su Yu opened his eyes, a sharp glint in them.
"arrive."
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