With a sweep, a clump of dirt was brought along…
Staring at it all, Di Tou suddenly felt very silly. What the f*ck was he practicing? How to sweep hard? It really didn't make sense. The point of practicing was refinement or technique, and what he was doing now… the whole point was that there wasn't technique. Well, it wasn't that there wasn't technique, as he did need to separate the grime from the soil and other objects, but the moment he added that technique, he would no longer be sweeping with force, but rather he would once again be simply 'adding pressure' to a light swing to reach the desired objective…
All in all, the more he tried to understand and learn, the more he realised this really didn't make any f*cking sense. And yet, this was the advice Mu Di Bai had given, and just a moment ago, he had indeed seen Mu Di Bai succeed in such a manner. In other words, it was possible… it just wasn't logical!
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