In fact, we can't blame the guards for not doing their best. You said that under the tight guard of as many as fifty people, a knife disappeared in a daze in front of everyone's eyes... How can we guard against such a mysterious thing that is extremely strange? And this kind of thing is not one or two, the other lost weapons are like this, they are all lost in such inexplicable to the extreme...
It's really hard to guard against.
Forget it, isn't it just a knife and a sword...
All the people who had lost their weapons were comforting themselves, and at the same time cursed: Damn you have such a stealing ability, it is more than enough to steal the emperor's treasury, how many broken knives are you stealing when you have nothing to do
Really incomprehensible! Grass!
In the past few days, Dugu Xiaoyi almost tried her best to launch a powerful offensive against Jun Moxie. This sturdy little girl finally became impatient after seeing that Guan Qinghan was about to achieve a positive result!
For the sake of her future lifelong happiness, the little girl doesn't care what other people think or think at all, and makes the brothers of the Dugu family who came to the expedition to talk anxiously, but it has no effect...
On the contrary, Guan Qinghan has completely returned to his normal state of coldness and coldness since the discussion in the big tent that day, and he did not show any signs of embarrassment to Jun Moxie. I was afraid to avoid it, but Jun Moxie was not discouraged. Repeatedly defeated but repeatedly defeated, never tired of it.
The thickness of the young master's face has really reached the point where the city wall turns. During this period of time, it has opened the eyes of many soldiers!
Jun Moxie didn't have to pester Guan Qinghan. Come around every morning, say hello to the nearby soldiers, then knock on the door, and then eat the closed door, and then continue to come back and chat with the soldiers, wait for the two women to come out to wash, and then go up to ask, said with a playful smile In a few words, it doesn't matter if you pay attention to him or ignore him, don't bother him too much. Well, the morning is over.
He finished his work, but Dugu Xiaoyi came to his troubles, and sometimes he would wrap up around Jun Moxie without waiting for the grooming to be finished, which was exactly the same as Jun Moxie used against Guan Qinghan. Whether it is far or close, if it is close, Dugu Xiaoyi becomes more and more courageous in the battle, repeated defeats and repeated battles, and repeats itself, with a tendency of getting more and more frustrated, so the three of them cycle like this...
Until noon. This cycle is repeated again, and at night, it continues to cycle and repeat...
In the end, the soldiers lost all interest in watching the show... Damn, can't the three of you do something real? Is it bothering you to keep talking like this? I rely on you not to bother us, the big bastards are getting bored...
But there is another point that makes everyone very strange. Most people wake up in the morning full of energy, at least not listless, but Mr. Jun looks very tired after getting up in the morning these few days. It's as if he didn't do anything good all night, and after a few days, even his small face tended to become thinner. After having breakfast and resting for a while, I gradually regained my energy and became lively again...
Everyone is very strange, it seems that Jun Sanshao has no place to be tired at night, he lives alone, how can he be so tired? I didn't see him working during the day, what's going on? Miss Qinghan and Miss Dugu have gone to bed early these few days, if it wasn't them, who else could it be
Because of these abnormal phenomena, uncle Dongfang Wenqing endured for a long time, and finally quietly called his good nephew aside. Sneaky warning: Mo Xie, young people must know how to restrain themselves. Uncle also knows that it’s the first time your kid enjoys that wonderful taste, but it’s hard to feel suddenly cut off and have no place to vent. Uncle was also young, so of course he understands it very well, but you should try your best to restrain yourself in the number of times you comfort yourself all night. It's okay, it won't kill you once every other night, don't do it several times a night, it's enjoyable, but it really hurts your body, especially for us martial arts practitioners, besides, for future generations It's not a good thing, so be careful...
Jun Moxie stared, listening to his uncle's earnest teachings, he was dumbfounded, dumbfounded...
"Uncle, you're overthinking, I'm not..." Young Master Jun hurriedly distinguished. My God, where is this and that.
"What isn't it?!" Dongfang Wenqing stared at him, but then took a breath, and set an example: "Everyone is a man, I am your uncle, and your narrow-minded uncle still doesn't understand, what can I say? Yes What are you sorry for? It’s normal for a young man to have that need. My uncle is also a person who came here... I think I was young back then, so I didn’t have any restraint. Alas... All in all, all in all... Don’t do this kind of thing again, you know? Uncle is for your own good. No way Say no, just listen and do it!"
Young Master Jun had a black line on his face, extremely speechless, depressed to the point of home. My uncle has personally made a lesson from the past, so what can I say? What dare to say? !
"Hehe... Everyone understands...Young people are always a little angry, um, um, try to restrain yourself and keep quiet..." Dongfang Wenqing patted his nephew on the shoulder affectionately, and regained his usual solemn demeanor of a mysterious and powerful man , Putting on his uncle's airs, he walked out Shi Shiran, quite a sense of satisfaction in teaching and educating people.
Fortunately, I discovered it early, and my nephew was not addicted, so I hurriedly taught it by precept and example. If I formed a habit later, it would be really bad, just like myself back then, alas, the past is unbearable... Dongfang Shen With a proud face and a bit of sadness, Xuan walked out easily.
Jun Moxie inquired later. I just learned from the other two uncles that although this uncle has many wives and concubines, he has no children, no one under his knees, and no successors... But the more he is like this, the more he takes concubines, the more he takes concubines. , the more there is no... A vicious circle has been formed...
Now Dongfang Wenqing's team of wives and concubines is said to have numbered forty or fifty... This is a rather terrifying number! Even if one such rotation of rain and dew is soaked in one night, it will take about two months...
I see!
Jun Moxie snickered twice, thinking in his heart. With the medical skills and medicinal materials I have mastered, it is completely possible to help my uncle recover the ability to have children... But, how should I say it
What's more, today, this old man puts such a big hat on this young master without asking why. It seems that it can't be justified. What about the others... well... let's wait until the Dongfang family... There is no rush.
Watching his uncle walk away, Jun Moxie returned to his tent in a hurry, flipped his wrist, and a bright long sword appeared in his hand, this sword was two feet four, six feet shorter than the traditional three feet Qingfeng The width of the sword is less than three minutes, the thickness is moderate, and the hilt is not decorated at all. As far as the external shape of the sword is concerned, it is simple and unremarkable.
But it is sharp!
As soon as the sword was taken out, the temperature in the entire tent seemed to drop suddenly, it was so cold! Even in this sunny noon, there was a feeling of dusk and sunset in the tent!
From the body of the sword to the tip, it seems that it is swallowing a gloomy cold flame. In fact, it does not shine brightly. It just stays in Jun Moxie's hands quietly, but it naturally has a kind of weapon that frightens everything. King of China! Consciously or unconsciously, people will feel that the sword body seems to be shining in the dark!
Jun Moxie flicked the sword lightly with his fingers, and almost at the same time, an unusually clear scream came out, just like a bloodthirsty poisonous dragon that had been sleeping for thousands of years suddenly woke up from its dream and let out a thirsty cry!
Jianming suddenly charged into the air!
Within a radius of tens of feet, everyone felt their hearts throbbing, and countless horses neighed in panic at the same time! It was as if an ancient unworldly demon suddenly descended among them, and the horror was inexplicable...
Jun Moxie took off a long knife hanging on the wall of the tent, and the blade stretched out flat. Standing up, with the blade facing the sky, he gently lowered the knife from the sky without any effort.
crack...
With a soft sound, the moment the coldly shining long knife touched the edge of the sword, it split in two as naturally as tofu, and fell to the ground slumped...
The sound was soft, like a sharp knife piercing wood, so subtle that it was almost inaudible. However, a long sword with a hundred battles has been broken in two!
Jun Moxie breathed a sigh of relief, stroked the spine of the sword, and said softly: "Compared with you, what are those so-called magical soldiers who cut iron like mud and blow their hair short? You are the real soldier King! King of Swords!"
The long sword was silent and silent.
"Three hundred and thirty-three long knives, three hundred and thirty-three sharp swords, and three hundred and thirty-three long halberds, a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine weapons, made your sword! You... in the end How much blood does it take to feed you?" Jun Moxie seemed to be speaking to a living person, softly and slowly.
He knows, this sword, it can understand! Really understand!
The sword has a spirit, and the artifact has a soul!
The long sword trembled slightly, but didn't seem to move, but a strange halo extended from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and then swam back, stopping on the spine of the sword, motionless. Like the soul of a bloodthirsty poisonous snake, it swam back and forth on the sword...
Jun Moxie carefully stroked his arm with the edge of the sword, a stream of blood flowed out onto the sword body, the long sword was turned around, this stream of blood was smeared on the entire body of the sword, and then flowed along the tip of the sword Stay, the sword body is like autumn water, spotless, bright and clean.
This action, Jun Moxie did it very slowly, very serious, very pious! Even... miss...
With my blood, nourish my sharp weapon; with my soul, respect my divine weapon! This is the long-standing tradition of swordsmen in the Chinese nation, an ancient ritual! Since there were swordsmen in the world, this ceremony has lasted for thousands of years. After the rise of hot weapons and the decline of cold weapons, it is on the verge of being lost!
But in this different world, at this moment, Jun Moxie, with his supreme piety, performed this extremely ancient ceremony to himself and to his sword! In this way, he wanted to express his love for the long sword, and also reminded himself in this way!
No matter where you are! I am still of Yanhuang blood, a descendant of China!
Even if there is only me in this world!