First chapter: that pair of teachers and students

In the center of the Colosseum in ancient Rome, a girl stood with a sword. Her empty eyes had no emotion. The sharp blade cut through the girl's clothes and cut the delicate skin. Blood flowed from the wound, and the red skirt was also dyed red with the long sword in his hand.

The opposite of the girl is a boy. If the girl's situation can be described as miserable, then the boy's physical condition can be said to be precarious. The clothes have long been torn into pieces and scattered on the ground. The long hair, ** white bones and pale face all show the cruelty of the battle.

However, there was only one audience in the whole Colosseum, not so much an audience or a referee. The middle-aged man who retreated to the corner kept his eyes on the boy. There is no tension or worry in the expression, as if it is just a game, or it is indeed a game...

The girl still looked at the boy blankly, as if waiting for the boy's attack. Finally, the boy moved and staggered towards the girl step by step, holding two daggers as thin as cicada wings in both hands, leaving no trace of blood flowing from it.

At the moment when the boy moved, the girl also moved, and the void of her left hand quickly gathered the visible energy to her, forming a defensive shield in an instant. After the defense shield was formed, the girl dived directly to the boy, as if she didn't care that the wound was still bleeding, and the unhealed wound was torn again.

If the girl's speed is rushing, then the boy can only be described as "moving". His left foot falls to the ground and his right foot is slowly raised. When his right foot falls to the ground, his left foot steps out again, even such a bright red footprint is extremely eye-catching.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer. At the moment when they were about to touch, the boy's body hit the dagger in his left hand as a hidden weapon. Seeing this, the girl did not move slowly. The sword in her hand picked up the dagger and flew over, and her body jumped directly to the boy.

The boy watched the sword get closer and closer to his forehead. When it was getting closer and closer, he clenched his fist on his right shoulder, and the dagger of his right hand was placed on his left arm. Because his arm was slightly raised, one side of the dagger was not placed flat on his arm but slightly raised....

At this time, the girl's sword went straight to the boy's dagger, and the next moment the boy's left hand grabbed the sword directly, and the dagger of the right hand followed the sword to the girl's right hand.

At this time, the boy's left arm had been scratched a centimeter by her dagger again. When the girl was about to stop, she found that the sword in her hand had been grasped by the boy, and the dagger held in the other party's right hand quickly forced her right hand.

The girl left and the situation made a quick decision. Her right hand suddenly seriously injured the boy's left hand, and then abandoned her sword and retreated. At the moment the girl retreated, the boy threw away the girl's sword directly and rushed directly to the girl regardless of the wound on her body and the left hand that was almost beheaded.

The defense shield was easily cut like paper in front of the boy's dagger, and then the dagger of the right hand was thrown to the girl again. At the moment when the girl flew to the dagger under the girl's block, the boy's body rushed out again, grabbed the girl's neck and pressed her whole body, and the two fell to the ground.

However, the matter did not end there. At the moment when the two landed, the boy's legs kicked out directly, his body leaned slightly, grabbed the girl's neck and rushed forward for a distance. When he landed, his body suddenly fell down, and then his legs exerted strength. In this way, the boy grabbed the girl's neck and rushed from the center of the Colosseum to the edge wall.

At the moment when they were about to reach the wall, after the two landed, the boy exerted his right hand and made the girl's head hit the wall of the Colosseum fiercely. At this moment, the girl disappeared with only a scarred boy...

fierce, decisive, cautious, meticulous and vividly interpreted by the boy in a blink of an eye!

The middle-aged man said in a low voice at the end of the battle: "The fantasy is lifted!"

The next second, the Colosseum disappeared, and the boy and the middle-aged man were on a hill. At this time, the wound on the boy's body had also healed, but the scar on his palm did not disappear. Sweat replaced the blood, and the two daggers returned to the boy's hand. Teacher, it seems that I'm still a little worse.

The middle-aged man who was called a teacher looked at a crystal ball in his hand and said, "It's already very good. Unfortunately, people who have not awakened are still can't compete with the awakened people no matter how skilled they are. The physical gap is too big. For non-combat people like me, their bodies are much stronger than you after awakening."

"Fighting is not only by force. The teacher doesn't always tell me that what we are best at is the brain. Although the teacher is not even as good as ordinary awakened people, even those strong people in the world still dare not make a difference in front of you.

"As for the issue of awakening... Now is not the right time to wake up when you leave the night home and find a quiet place to wake up. The teacher also knows the people in the family, and he doesn't know what to play after he finds out that I can wake up!"

The middle-aged man's name is Hu Feng. The name Hu Feng is not loud, and it has nothing to do with the words "no one in the world knows" and "deaf". People around him only regard him as an ordinary person or a wise man and a good staff.

Big hidden in the court, hidden in the world, small hidden in the mountains. In this way, Hu Feng can only be regarded as a small and medium-sized hidden, but what does this have to do with a person's ability? Hu Feng still lives his own life, teaching his students, watching his children grow up and become stronger little by little, because this is the life he longs for.

The boy's name is Ye Ningmou, a strange and unpleasant name. Even Hu Feng doesn't like the name. He usually calls his students "Xiao Ye".

"Well, analyze the situation just now. Although the final result is that you won, the injury on your body is too serious in the end. In this way, you may be abolished in any battle. Finally, when you put the dagger on your arm, your left arm will be directly disabled. Your dagger is too sharp, it will be much better if it is replaced with a blunt device.

"But teacher, the blunt device can't break the defense shield of ordinary people at all. My strength is too weak and I can only rely on the power of the dagger, which is also a choice. Um... By the way, teacher, I think it's time for me to leave..."

After staring at night, Hu Feng sighed, "The young eagle flies in the sky, and the young wolf flies through the mountains."

Ye stared at the blue sky and suddenly said, "Teacher, do you think smart people are tired to live?"

"Can a person who lives a hard life be called a smart man?"

Ye Ning's eyes shook his head with a smile after hearing Hu Feng's question and said, "Teacher is right. Smart people know how to find the life they want. Only those who are smart people run around to show themselves."

"Xiaoye, I only have one student in my life, but I'm very satisfied. Have you told the little fox about your leaving?"

"I said, and also told her that I plan to go to my mother's hometown after leaving, and then find time to visit my grandmother. When I am 18 years old, I will go to the war academy. Can't the little fox go to the war academy?"

Hu Feng shook her head and said helplessly, "She can't leave this mountain until she is 23 years old, otherwise there will be a disaster. For her safety, I have no choice but to let the little fox accompany me on the mountain for a few years."

" By the way, what did Xiaoye go to the War College to learn?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. I still want to have more contact with some people and things, otherwise I will be the frog in the well after all. I also like the life of a teacher, but fate does not allow me to put it aside. Isn't this what the teacher often told me about the running around in the first half of my life and the pursuit of the quiet life in the second half of my life?

Hu Feng smiled and said, "Yes, in the first half of my life, I was looking for an ideal life only for the second half of my life. The teacher suggested that you study war command and political confrontation for a year after entering the war academy."

Ye stared at the words and said in surprise, "Learn these? Teacher, isn't your bishop and mine these two aspects? Is there anyone in the War College who is better at this than teachers? Besides, my ability..."

Hu Feng shook her head and explained, "The only thing that can teach you in this aspect in the world is practice. The reason why you study for a year is to let you learn how to teach students, because in the second year you have to teach other students. I will give you a letter of recommendation when you leave. When you teach students, you can find some talents and make a relationship with some geniuses.

"Oh, teacher, I understand."

Seeing this, Hu Feng patted Ye's shoulder and smiled, "In the future, I will come back often to see my little fox when I have time. Now it's time to go back early to play a game of simulated chess with me!"

"Well, I won't let the teacher down."

"Bright, you can take this simulated crystal ball. I don't need it."

Ye Ning looked at the crystal ball handed over by Hu Feng and said, "Teacher, you also know that there are few people who can inspire this kind of crystal ball. If you are not by my side, this crystal ball is just a decoration for me. It's better to stay with the teacher."

Hu Feng had no choice but to put away the crystal ball, which was a product of the era of ancient strife, and there were less than a hundred crystal balls left over from that period, and fewer people could use them. Hu Feng has a lot of things to pass on to Ye Ning's eyes, but because of the ability of Ye Ning's eyes, they can only collect them and prepare to be used as a dowry for the little fox in the future... Of course, it will eventually reach the hands of Ye Ning's eyes...

After entering the room, Hu Feng took out a bunker that simulated war chess. The two stood on both sides of the bunker. The next second night, his eyes stared on the grassland, and the elite behind him was full of blood.

Simulated war chess, a product invented in the era of chaos, is also a necessary tool for learning battlefield command today. According to the quality of war chess, you can simulate a fantasy that is different from the battlefield.

The simulation degree of general simulated chess is between 40% and 60%, and the highest similarity is only 80%. No matter how high it is, it will have a significant impact on people's mind, while the simulation degree of night staring and Hufeng's simulated war chess is 95%...

Every time you stare into the simulated battlefield, the blood will boil. Looking back at the expressions in the elite eyes behind you, there is fanaticism, excitement, sadness and despair. Although this is just a game, it is destined to struggle in life and death and struggle in pain and despair.

Every time I see these faces, I will silently swear that I will do my best to win this battle, and then hand you over to your parents and dance and sing together.

However, what reality made him bring back were ashes and corpses, but pain and sadness.

"The whole army! Go ahead!"

Behind a game is a tearful sad song and a heart-broken heartache...