dhibooks Chapter 6
Chapter 6
An ordinary person may never understand in his lifetime, how uncomfortable it is for a guide to connect to the endless void at the other end.
To a guide, a sentinel is not just a companion, but a pillar of soul.They can feel too many emotions, benevolent, malicious, intentional, unintentional, these things that don't belong to them flood into their minds, some burst out with negative energy, and some are silent in dreams... Having someone on the other end of the connection quietly conveys a sense of security that soothes their wounds more than any panacea.
Yimulian looked like a hedgehog, waking himself up again.
Since that day, his dream has been occupied by one thing - the spiritual realm.
The spiritual realm usually matches the living environment of the spiritual guide, and many people may wonder: there is no such thing as a dragon in real life, so what is Yimulian's spiritual realm like?The answer is much crueler than anyone thought.
It was a barren land that was incompatible with modern society-a boundless yellow sand, a bleak cold wind, and a scorching sun, burning the dilapidated torii gates and ruined temples in the distance.Yimulian stands in the middle of the desert. This scene is noisy but lonely.
His dragons hovered in the air, and there was nothing growing here, so there was no place to stand.
The sound of the golden dragon's roar sounded like a howl. It rolled in the top of the clouds, merged into a large mist, and was never seen again.
When Yimulian woke up, he immediately wanted to connect to the other end to seek a sense of security—this is the inherent nature of every guide, but it is a pity that the spiritual connection is very different from the connection after all, and there is no one on the other end. empty.
He glanced at the time, it was 12:30 in the evening.He went to bed at 09:30 and had already slept half the night.
He got up and walked out of the room, and went to the basement as usual, where there were a lot of leftover fitness equipment. Physical exercise can often alleviate the imbalance, which is also the habit he has maintained since he entered the military academy.On the way, he passed by Huang's room, there was no sound in it, he didn't know if he was asleep or he didn't come back, he couldn't feel it.
It is true that Huang has not come back yet, and he is sitting on the back seat at this time, with a dull pain in his temple.
Secretary Yan Yanluo sat in the passenger seat.
Rolls-Royce played "Country Road" inappropriately, and listened to it for a long time. The vicissitudes of "takemehome" made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he asked, can you change it.
Yan Yanluo nodded, turned her head and played "pumpit".
She was then kicked out of the car.
Before she left, she did not forget to explain the matter: "The momentum of the news cannot be suppressed. There is really no other way. If I don't solve it properly, I will probably be fired for the fourth time. I have to spread some gossip. If someone calls to check I took the water meter and told her I was on vacation."
Huang raised his eyebrows and asked the driver to turn off the stereo, and considered whether to temporarily block Qing Xingdeng's mobile phone number.
Since the empire is an empire, its efficiency will naturally be higher than that of a federation that is forcibly tied together and promotes so-called freedom and democracy. Torture and interrogation soon yielded results.It is a pity that the rest are some miscellaneous soldiers. They really don't know much. They only know that today's plan was not planned for a long time, but was decided temporarily because of an "accident" - a sentinel overheard The voice of the chief's communication, the person on the other end of the phone is arranging tasks, obviously impromptu.
Later, Huang brought out the sentry and tortured him himself, but unfortunately that's all the sentry knew.
——Why did you attack the nobles?Or, is it for someone at the banquet?
——If I hadn't been there, in what direction would things have developed?
Huang couldn't figure it out, there were too many doubts worth thinking about.
The driver changed to a lyrical light music, although it was still harsh for an over-perceived sentinel, it was within a tolerable range anyway.Huang was sent to the door by the driver, and walked outside the house for a while before entering.
He felt it before he entered the house. The pheromone smell familiar to the guide was not upstairs, but in the basement. He could even smell the slightly sweet smell of pheromone mixed with sweat at Yimulian.
Linked to fitness at a glance.
In fact, this habit started when Yimulian was still in the military academy. He was born in the outpost department, and his destiny was to go to the battlefield with the future sentinels. In order not to become a burden, he worked hard.
When Huang came downstairs, Yimulian was facing him, sitting in front of the pull-down machine in a sitting position, probably thinking about something, and didn't even notice that someone was standing behind him.This is in my own home, Yimulian is only wearing a thin T-shirt, which was bought when Huang Huang's desire to shop broke out, but he found that he couldn't wear it, so Yimulian took it away. The T-shirt was soaked with sweat, and the moving shoulder blades were particularly conspicuous under the material.
In Huang's impression, Yimulian was very thin, at least standing with the sentries, he was a whole circle smaller.He didn't know why he always had to compare a guide with the sentries, but he did so subconsciously.
The words of the Peach Blossom Demon appeared in his mind, and his mind was a little confused after thinking about the business for a day.
He coughed lightly, and handed over a bottle of energy supplements: "It was issued by the military department."
Yimulian's thoughts floated back, as if he was taken aback, he let go of his hand suddenly.The crossbar he pulled down bounced back, making a crisp impact sound.Yimulian obviously didn't expect Huang to come back so soon, a trace of inconspicuous panic flashed in his eyes: "How?"
Huang didn't answer Yimulian's question directly, but asked curiously, "Come and try?"
"What?" Yimulian didn't respond.
"Hand gesture." Huang took off his military uniform jacket, casually tossed it aside, and assumed a challenge posture.
Yimulian let out a breath, as if he had suddenly discovered his naughty side, and was overjoyed: "The Marshal just joked, how can the physical fitness of the guide compare with that of the sentinel?"
Huang smiled: "You can."
As a guide, Yimulian was able to sit in the high position of general for a reason.Not to mention his outstanding mental strength, his fighting skills, which are weak to ordinary guides, are also his strengths.
As early as the military academy period, in order to encourage guides to learn more self-defense skills, the school also held a guide physical fitness competition.Although most guides don't take it seriously - there are no credits, and guides are more dependent on the way they beat opponents through psychological hints.Not all the guides participated in the competition, but Yimulian took the first place anyway.
Sentinels are always more enthusiastic about guiding things. Huang still remembers his group of roommates huddling around in front of the TV, watching the live broadcast of the school news club.Yimulian took advantage of the gap where the guide was facing to solve his mental suggestion, turned around, lifted his leg lightly, and kicked the armor on the guide's chest with a roundabout.The whole set of movements is properly connected and the strength is in place, which is full of praise.The guide quickly resisted, but the mental suggestion was blocked by Yimulian's mental barrier. Yimulian cleverly avoided the attack and was not injured once during the whole process.
The sentinels only thought it was amazing that both sides had the same battle skills, but the results were completely different!
They couldn't understand the civil war in the spiritual world of the guides. They only knew that after a while, the military academy had to build a new gym for the guides.
Yimu Lian's dim eyes gradually lit up, no longer entangled: "Okay."
Huang doesn't have a mental barrier like the guide, but the guide's spiritual hints have always been useless to him.What is unknown is that Huang actually came from the Sentinel Special Service Section, and his ability not to be influenced by the guide is what he is most proud of.He has always scored high marks in anti-suggestion subjects, and he also took this springboard to reach the top of the military department, until now he is the marshal.
Huang doesn't like to put water on the date of a fight.Facing the overwhelming gap in strength, Yimulian naturally couldn't bite the bullet and take it.The two had never fought each other before, and he tested it carefully, trying to make his position a blind spot through hints, and missed fists and kicks several times in a thrilling manner.
However, the sensitivity of the five senses is still far behind. Yimulian's every move is like a slow motion playback in Huang's eyes, and every tiny movement is fully seen.
But he hasn't touched Yimulian so far.
Yimulian's lean and petite figure played a role-although he often brushed past the fist wind, his arc of dodging was just right, and he was able to return to the position faster and make the next round of reactions. Fast breaks have never been successful.He finally waited for the opportunity to counterattack, and used the Sentry's oversensitive five senses to make a feint.
Yimulian took half a step back and stomped on the ground, even through a layer of yoga mat, the sound was still resounding, and a spiritual suggestion came out in response.
— Stop attacking!
Spiritual hints from a guide can perform many miracles.The human brain is very fragile, even if Huang has extraordinary control, he will lose his mind for a moment under such an extremely tense situation.
All you need is less than half a second.
Yimulian always made a plan at the moment the battle started, and it was the same when facing that guide, and it is the same now.He stood still, and quickly calculated the appropriate arc of his fist and foot in his mind, then turned around, tightened his right leg, and mercilessly used a backspin kick.
But the "pop" hit did not come as he expected.He really underestimated Huang's reaction speed, he didn't know, the change of his expression was completely exposed to Huang's eyes... Or maybe Huang was not confused by the feint at all.Facing a surprise attack, Huang didn't reflexively block it—the fist he swung didn't retract at all, and his body leaning forward didn't affect the balance of his whole body, almost giving up defense.
Everything plays in slow motion.
One frame, one frame, one frame.
A strong and powerful kick, a drink in the throat, bursting veins, a sports vest lifted due to excessive movement, and a looming mermaid line...
Huang felt a threat coming from nowhere, and his left hand, which had been put aside in a good posture, moved involuntarily. What should have been a fist was thrown out, but a tendon pulled it back to its original shape——Huang unexpectedly Catch that kick.
It is absolutely impossible for Yimulian not to use all his strength, but even such a powerful move failed to break through Huang's defense line.
"No..." Yimulian sighed.
This did not surprise him.In terms of individual combat, a guide is no match for a sentinel of the same level or above, let alone the chief sentinel.
Yimulian's words sounded as if he had conceded defeat, but Huang was prompted by something, and pulled Yimulian's leg back as a prank. "What..." Yimulian didn't expect such a development at all, his center of gravity was unstable, and because he had just jumped on the treadmill for a while, his legs were really weak, and he staggered and fell to the ground on his back.
Fortunately, most of the basement was covered with yoga mats, and the fall didn't hurt at all, but it stunned Yimulian.
Yimulian smiled "anxiously": "I admit defeat, I admit defeat... What's wrong today, make fun of me?"
He didn't know how intriguing he was lying on his back at this moment, his cheeks were flushed with a thin circle of blush due to emotional excitement and intense exercise, and his forehead hair seemed to be soaked in sweat, crookedly dripping to one side.He could only feel that Huang's mood fluctuated violently for a moment.
Huang Xiang was stabbed, let go, and began to regret the two "impulsive impulses" just now.
—should have gone straight upstairs to bed.
tbc
*Spiritual field: also known as the spiritual picture, it is the field of spiritual guidance, it does not really exist in this world, and there will be many impossible situations, usually appearing in common feelings and dreams
*good boy don't listen