all
In other words, all the books in the Luo family have been lightly read by Luo
For a sixteen or seventeen year old, this is too exaggerated.
"It's not as exaggerated as you think. Going in doesn't mean you have to read all the books." Luo Qingqing read Xia Fan's thoughts from his expression, "There are always a few disciples in each class who can reach the bottom. It's a pity that I found that there was no one in the building. Maybe our ability is not enough to set foot there. I also thought about having the opportunity to go back and look for it after becoming an alchemist, but... "
She closed her mouth at this point.
But this opportunity will never come back. Xia Fan filled in the second half of the sentence for her in his heart.
Perhaps this was the trouble of being extremely smart, at least he had never heard similar regrets from Luo Youer—even the library itself was rarely mentioned by her.
"Continue your test." Luo Qingqing quickly adjusted his emotions.
Xia Fan nodded and took the targets that had been prepared from the wooden stand nearby and placed them in front of the other party. They were wood, porcelain pots, iron blocks and stone bricks.
"The next step is the sharpness test. You try to cut them open and tell me the feedback of your energy."
Luo Qingqing did as he was told.
This process lasted nearly two quarters of an hour.
The conclusion is - this unusual flying sword is extremely sharp.
She can split even a thick tree trunk into two pieces in an instant; porcelain jars and stone bricks cannot stop her one-handed slash; even pig iron blocks brought from the blacksmith shop can be cut with a flying sword. . When the two touched, Xia Fan could see the sparks ejected from the incision.
However, the efficiency of cutting the latter is much slower than that of the first three.
According to Luo Qingqing, the feeling of the hand is obviously dull, but the consumption of energy is not much different.
Of course, this is not the most powerful part of this technique.
It can be used without hands, just like a real flying sword, and there are more than one - as long as Luo Qingqing is willing, she can use three to four flying swords at the same time to fight, but the cost is that the consumption of Qi increases rapidly and she cannot hold on for too long. .
In addition, when attacking with one's hands, the power of the sword will be slightly reduced. According to her, controlling the flying sword with one's mind alone is not as direct as slashing with one's hands, and the hazy sense of control will also affect the performance of the technique.
"You mean like bathing in a raincoat, right?" Xia Fan said thoughtfully.
Luo was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but sigh, "I don't know how you can associate it, but... it shouldn't feel too different."
"Can you write the talisman for this technique?"
"I can't write it." She looked distressed. "In fact, I thought about this on the way to Jinxia City. I thought that if I want to ask you to take in the villagers, I have to give you some reward. And I can get it. , and this is the only technique."
The Listener's Spell... Xia Fan secretly raised his eyebrows. This was completely incompatible with taking in the villagers.
She might think so because she no longer wanted to think about what happened after her death.
"But no matter how much I recall or try to describe this technique, I can't write it down. I can understand what it is and how to use it, but I find that there is nothing I can relate to. It's related." Luo rubbed his forehead gently, "I don't know if you can understand what I mean, I didn't mean to keep it private-"
"I understand." Xia Fan stopped what she was about to say, "I believe you didn't."
Luo looked at him gently for a moment before whispering, "Thank you."
"If this technique is really engraved in your mind and it is beyond your common sense, it is not impossible that such a situation will occur." Xia Fan took a few steps back and forth, "Whether it is the theory involved or the The language to accurately describe it does not exist in the world. Faced with such a dilemma? Recording is indeed an extremely difficult thing."
In fact, he not only understood it, he even had a deep understanding of it - such as those mathematical formulas with the names of various celebrities? Most people even after studying? I only remember what the formula looks like and where it can be used to solve problems. But want to fully describe the formula? Complete its derivation process independently, and you will find that you can't write a word when you pick up the pen. This is based on years of accumulated arithmetic lessons.
"That's exactly how I feel." Luo Qingqing's tone suddenly became much lighter? "I didn't expect you to have such an opinion - I thought you knew everything before? Except Fang Shu."
"I haven't been idle these past few months. Apart from helping the princess make something, I spent the rest of my time studying spells." Xia Fan said proudly, "I'll let you take a look at my new development after the test is over. The shock technique is guaranteed not to be much worse than the listener's technique."
"Oh? I'll wait and see."
"But is this sword really real?" He turned his attention to the blade again - Luo Qingqing was not holding it with his hand at this time? Is it like a feather? Suspended quietly in mid-air. "It shouldn't be a problem if you touch it, right?"
Seeing the other party nodding, Xia Fan cautiously touched the sword body with his fingers. It felt smooth and cold to the touch.
Then he picked up a piece of pig iron and placed it flat on the thin blade? I wanted to see how much weight it could carry, but unexpectedly the iron block fell down. At the moment when it passes through the sword body? He saw that the front half of the sword seemed to disappear. It was not until the iron block fell to the ground that the sword tip "extended" again.
Xia Fan was greatly surprised by this creation that resembled both solid matter and light and shadow.
In order to see more carefully, he planned to try again. However, just when he leaned over to pick up the iron block, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his fingers!
Xia Fan whispered and immediately retracted his hand.
This move also surprised Luo Qingqing. She retracted her spell and asked quickly, "What's wrong with you?"
Xia Fan spread his hands and found that his fingertips were red and a small blister had formed.
"It's okay, it's just a bit burned."
"Hot?" Luo Qingqing glanced at the iron piece in confusion, "Is this what you're talking about?"
Seeing her reaching out to test, Xia Fan stopped her and asked her to bring a bucket of water by the courtyard wall.
After shoveling the iron block into the bucket, white smoke suddenly appeared on the water!
Apparently this piece of black pig iron was heated to over a hundred degrees in a short period of time.
Luo Qingqing also showed a puzzled look - obviously there was no such situation among the usage methods she knew.
Xia Fan simply asked her to summon the flying sword again and plunge it straight into the water.
Nothing happened.
A faint golden light flows slowly in the water, outlining the general shape of the sword blade.
This is very intriguing.
"Could it be that... its outer layer is just a layer of encapsulation, mainly used to restrain the energy contained inside?" Xia Fan murmured to himself.
Luo blinked slightly, "What is that?"
"It's just a guess, but it doesn't matter whether it's correct or not. What's important is whether it can be reproduced, and the possible effects and uses."
This time Xia Fan asked Luo to gently control the sword three fingers above the wooden table, and then placed the cooled iron block back on the sword.
The same scene happened again. The sword blade did not intend to carry a heavy object and simply let it slide down.
But this time, when the iron ore fell on the table, the body did not leave the range of the flying sword.
A scene appeared that made the two of them widen their eyes.
Green smoke soon rose from the table below, and then the iron block began to turn red from the "break" of the sword blade, and quickly expanded to multiple surfaces. In just over ten breaths, the originally dark metal block had turned red all over, and the area in contact with the blade began to turn from red to yellow, even revealing a hint of bright white.
The tabletop burst into flames.