The fifth thousand seven hundred and forty-three chapters sharp saber
Wan Lin saw the little monk's disappointed and sad look, he quickly took out a folding knife from his tactical vest and handed it over and said, "Jingheng, give this folding knife to your master, this knife is better than what you found.
Those sabers are fine."
Feng Dao and Bao Ya saw Wan Lin's movements, and they also took out a switchblade and a folding knife from their bodies and handed it over. Feng Dao said: "Jingheng, we still have two more here, and you will give it to you together.
Master and senior brother, we are all rare good knives.”
As he said that, he gently pressed the spring on the blade, and a blade popped out from his body, and the sharp blade flashed with a cold light in the morning light.
Wan Lin and Bao Ya also opened the folding knife. Bao Ya stared at the monk and said, "Boy, these are all world-famous sabers. You can't buy them in the market even if you spend any money. Look,
, They are not only extremely sharp but also easy to hide, they can be competent for various outdoor activities, so that your master and senior brother can bring them with you when hunting, and can deal with various sudden dangers."
The little monk stared at the daggers with cold light in the hands of Wan Lin and the other two. He swallowed hard and spitted hard, looking at the three sharp blades with cold light in his eyes and shouted: "You...you...
Where did such a good saber come from? Why didn’t I… not?”
Wan Lin and the other two laughed when they heard the boy's scream. Bao Ya stared at him and shouted: "Boy, this is not the equipment distributed by the troops. These are the spoils we seized from the battlefield! You just participated.
If you don’t want a few battles, then we will put them away? We can’t bear to leave them!"
As he said that, he folded the folding knife and pretended to take it back. Wan Lin and Feng Dao also smiled secretly and retracted the sharp blade, and the right hand holding the knife also pretended to take it back.
The little monk saw that Wan Lin and the other two were about to take back the knife, so the boy stretched out his right hand and quickly grabbed the three swords: "I want... I want it! I... I didn't say no... I don't want it! These three
Give me a knife... to my master and senior brother... it's okay. Yes, right... yes, you... you also find me... to find one?"
Wan Lin and the other two laughed when they saw the boy's actions. Bao Ya looked at the boy and said with a smile: "Boy, you are so good at getting a bargain. I'll find you a good deal. You can dream, and you will seize it on the battlefield in the future!
”
At this time, Xiaoya and Lingling accompanied Master Changtian and Jingheng's senior brothers from behind. Master Changtian looked at Wan Lin and others raising their right hands on their chests. He asked with a smile: "Amitabha, everyone, please do you guys."
What did the donor say? So happy.”
Before he finished speaking, the little monk had already put his left hand in his leather bag and his right hand with three sabers running to Master Changtian. He raised his hands and said happily: "Master...Master, this...I'll give you this...
The gifts prepared by me and senior brother, I would like to you and me and senior brother."
Master Changtian saw the three sabers in the leather bag and his eyes lit up. He reached out and took out a saber and raised it. Then he gently flicked the blade with his fingers, muttering in a low voice, "Amitabha, OK
Knife!"
Wan Lin and his friends heard the old master's praise, and they all looked at each other and nodded secretly. They knew that the martial arts senior could already see at a glance that these tricks were all very rare among the people.
The knife is simply impossible to see on the market!
When the little monk heard the master's praise, he laughed and handed a switchblade and two folding sabers in his right hand to the master and said, "Hehe, my senior brother Wan, senior brother Feng and...
Brother Bao, I gave me three more... better sabers. This is called folding knife and... and tactical spring saber. They asked... to let me... also respect you... and... and...
My senior brother!”
As the boy said, he stuffed the leather bag in his hand into the master's hand. He picked up the switchblade with his left hand and gently pressed it. A cold light followed it out of the knife handle.
A ray of light suddenly appeared in the eyes of Master Changtian and Jingheng. Master Changtian took the switchblade and praised: "Amitabha, what a sharp knife!"
Jingkong and Jingxin also reached out to take two folding knives from their junior brother's hand. They pulled out the blades and took a breath of air at the cold-sparking blade. They both shouted at the same time: "Amitabha, what a good knife!
”
When the little monk saw the master and the two senior brothers liked him, he opened his mouth and looked at Wan Lin and the others and said, "Thank you... Thank you, Senior Brother Wan, Feng... Senior Brother Bao... Senior Brother Bao, hehe!"
Bao Ya raised his hand and patted the boy's bald head. He grinned and imitated the little monk's words and said, "Haha, no... no... Isn't it a thank you?"
"Hahahaha...", the people around him all burst into laughter. Master Changtian looked at the little disciple and said, "Amitabha! Smack brat, how could you talk to your senior brother like this?"
The little monk blushed and said with a chuckle, "Master...Master, you...you don't know, I...I'll give it to you, secretly get three pistols, let... let...
My Senior Brother Wan gave it to me... or not... confiscated it."
Before the boy finished speaking, Master Changtian had already lowered his face and looked at the little monk and scolded: "Amitabha, how can monks use guns? Do you make a fuss! Have you violated the rules of the army without authorization?"
Wan Lin saw the old mage sinking his face, and he quickly said, "Senior, don't be angry, Jingheng has a good intention. This mountain is rarely visited, with poisonous insects and beasts everywhere, and occasionally there are gangsters holding weapons.
When you are there, Jingheng is worried that you and your two senior brothers will be in danger, so he wants to get some self-defense weapons for you and your two senior brothers."
As he said that, he turned his head and glanced at the little monk with a flushed face. Knowing that the boy was afraid of his master's scolding, he pulled the boy in front of him and said, "Jingheng grew up in the deep mountains and forests, and he had just joined the army, so he still
I don’t know these rules and taboos, but we didn’t explain them clearly to him. Don’t blame him.”
Wan Lin said, and when he saw Master Changtian pick up the knives from the other two disciples and stuff them into the leather bag, he immediately understood that Master Changtian wanted to return the things in the leather bag to him.
He quickly grabbed Master Changtian's arm and said, "Old senior, Jingheng's worries make sense. Not only are there ferocious beasts here, but there are occasional illegal people passing by in the mountains, so you do need some self-defense here.
.”
Feng Dao also came over and pointed at the sabers and cans in the leather bag, looked at Master Changtian and said, "Senior, please accept them. These things are the first time Jingheng participated in the operation, and they were in the battle.
The seized spoils are his gift to you and your two senior brothers. Don’t let him down.”