Part Five Chapter Six Strange Encounter Guarantee Month
Really, we can't blame the guards for not trying their best. You can say that a knife disappeared in a trance in front of everyone under the tight protection of as many as fifty people... This kind of mysterious and strange thing is extremely strange.
How to prevent things? And this kind of thing is not just one or two. The other lost weapons are like this, and they are all lost in such an inexplicable way... It is really impossible to prevent it.
Forget it, just a sword and a sword... All the people who lost their weapons were comforting themselves, and at the same time they yelled: Damn, you have such a stealing ability, it is more than enough to steal the emperor's treasury, you have nothing to do.
Come and steal some broken knives when you have nothing to do?
It’s really hard to understand! Damn!
In the past few days, Dugu Xiaoyi had almost used all her strength to launch a powerful offensive against Jun Moxie. This tough little girl finally became anxious after seeing that Guan Qinghan was about to achieve perfection!
For the sake of her future life-long happiness, the little girl doesn't care what others think or think about. It makes the brothers from the Dugu family who came with the expedition this time anxious, but it has no effect... On the contrary, she cares.
Since the meeting in the big tent that day, Qing Han has completely returned to his cold and icy normal state, and he does not show any kindness to Jun Mo Xie. He is afraid that he will avoid him, but Jun Mo Xie is not discouraged, and he has been defeated repeatedly.
Fight and never tire of it.
This young master's face is really as thick as a city wall. This period of time has opened the eyes of many soldiers!
Jun Moxie didn't have to pester Guan Qinghan. He came here every morning to say hello to the nearby soldiers, then knocked on the door, and then he was rejected. Then he continued to come back and chatted with the soldiers, waiting for the two girls to come out to wash up.
, and then go up and ask, say a few words with a playful smile, pay attention to him or ignore him, don't bother him too much. Well, it's all done in the morning.
He was done, but Dugu Xiaoyi was in trouble. Sometimes he would directly pester Jun Moxie without waiting for the grooming to be finished. This was exactly the same as the method Jun Moxie used against Guan Qinghan. Jun Moxie's reaction was almost the same as Guan Qinghan's, no.
Far or not close, as if at a distance, so Dugu Xiaoyi became more and more courageous as he fought, defeated and defeated again and again, and the situation became more and more fierce, so the three of them cycled like this... At noon, this cycle happened again, and at night,
The cycle continues, over and over again... In the end, the soldiers all lost interest in watching the show... Why can't you three do something real? Are you bothered by this constant wrangling? I trust you don't bother us.
These gangsters are tired of looking at them... But there is another thing that makes everyone very strange. Most people are energetic when they wake up in the morning, at least they are not listless, but after Mr. Jun wakes up in the morning these days,
But he looked very tired, as if he had not done anything good all night, and he kept doing that. After several days in a row, even his face became a little thinner. After having breakfast and resting for a while,
Only then did he gradually regain his energy and become lively again... Everyone was surprised. It seemed that Mr. Jun didn't have any hard work at night. He lived alone. How could he be so tired? I didn't see him during the day.
Work, what's going on? Miss Qinghan and Miss Dugu went to bed early these days. It shouldn't be them, so who else could it be?
Because of this abnormal phenomenon, my uncle Dongfang Wenqing endured it for a long time, and finally quietly called his good nephew aside and secretly warned: Mo Xie, young people must know how to restrain themselves. My uncle also knows that this is your first time.
It's very uncomfortable to enjoy that wonderful taste, but it is suddenly cut off and has no place to vent. My uncle was also young, so of course he understands it very well, but you have to restrain yourself as much as possible in terms of the number of times you... comfort yourself... every other night.
You can't hold it in even once at night. Don't do it several times a night. It's enjoyable, but it's really harmful to the body, especially for those of us who practice martial arts. Besides, it's not a good thing for future generations.
, be sure to exercise restraint... Jun Moxie stared, dumbfounded, dumbfounded and dumbfounded as he listened to his uncle's sincere teachings... "Uncle, you are overthinking, I am not..." Young Master Jun hurriedly concluded. Oh my God, this
Where are you going with that?
"What's not?!" Dongfang Wenqing glared, but then he breathed a gentle tone and said as an example: "We are all men, and I am your uncle. Your petty uncle doesn't understand, so what can't you say? Yes.
Why are you so embarrassed? It’s only normal for a young man to have such needs. My uncle has been through it too... I think I was still young back then and had no restraint. Alas... in short... don’t do this kind of thing again in the future, you know? Uncle is doing it for you.
Okay, don’t say no, just listen and do it!”
Young Master Jun had a dark look on his face, extremely speechless, and extremely depressed. His uncle had already learned from the past, what else could he say? What else dare he say?!
"Haha... we all understand... young people are always a bit angry, um, um, try to restrain yourself and don't make any noise..." Dongfang Wenqing patted his nephew's shoulder affectionately, regaining his usual solemn demeanor.
With a strong man's bearing, he put down his uncle's airs and walked out calmly, feeling quite satisfied with teaching and educating people.
Fortunately, he showed up early and his nephew was not addicted yet, so he hurriedly taught him by words and deeds. If it formed a habit in the future, it would be really bad, just like himself in the past, alas, the past is unbearable... Dongfang
Shenxuan looked proud and a little sad, and walked out easily.
When Jun Moxie inquired later, he learned from the other two uncles that although this uncle had many wives and concubines, he had no children, no children, no descendants... But the more this happened, the more...
Taking concubines, the more concubines you take, the less you have... It has formed a cycle of evil... Now Dongfang Wenqing's team of concubines is said to number forty or fifty... This is a quite terrifying number! Even if
It would take almost two months for a person to be exposed to rain and dew in such a rotation in one night... So that's it!
Jun Moxie snickered secretly, and began to think in his heart. With the medical skills and medicinal materials he had mastered, it was completely possible to help his uncle regain his ability to have children... But well, how should I put it?
Besides, today this old guy is trying to save others by himself, and he slaps such a big label on this young master without any reason. It seems unjustifiable if he doesn't take revenge. He is an uncle, and retaliation by force is definitely unjustifiable. As for
As for the rest...well...let's just wait until we get to the Dongfang Aristocratic Family...this matter can't be rushed.
Watching his uncle walk away, Jun Moxie hurriedly returned to his tent. With a flip of his wrist, a sharp long sword appeared in his hand. This sword was two feet four, which was six feet shorter than the traditional three-foot Qingfeng.
The width of the sword is less than three points, and the thickness is moderate. The hilt has no decoration at all. As far as the external shape of the sword is concerned, it is ancient, simple, and unremarkable.
But it’s sharp!
As soon as the sword was taken out, the temperature in the entire tent seemed to drop suddenly, and it was so cold! Even at noon when the sun was shining brightly, the tent suddenly felt like dusk!
From the blade to the tip of the sword, it seems to be breathing out the faint cold flames. In fact, it is not radiant. It just stays quietly in Jun Moxie's hand, but it naturally has a weapon that shocks everyone.
The magnanimity of a king! It makes people consciously or unconsciously feel that the sword seems to be shining brightly!
Jun Moxie flicked the sword lightly with his fingers, and almost at the same time, an unusually clear cry came out, as if a bloodthirsty poisonous dragon that had been sleeping for ten thousand years suddenly woke up from its dream and let out a hungry cry!
The sword roared suddenly into the sky!
Within a few tens of feet around, everyone felt their hearts throbbing, and countless horses neighed in panic at the same time! It was as if an ancient immortal demon suddenly descended among them, and the terror was inexplicable... Jun Mo Xiezhao
There was a long knife hanging on the wall of the lower tent. The blade of the sword was stretched out flatly and stood upright with the blade pointed upward. Then he gently lowered the knife from the sky without any effort.
Crunch... there was a soft sound. The moment the long knife with cold light came into contact with the blade, it naturally split into two halves like tofu and fell to the ground slumped... This soft sound
The sound was like a sharp knife being inserted into wood, so subtle that it was almost inaudible. However, a Baizhan sword had been broken into two pieces!
Jun Moxie breathed a sigh of relief, stroked the spine of the sword, and said softly: "Compared with you, what are those so-called magic soldiers who cut iron like mud and blow their hair short? You are the real soldier.
King of kings! King of swords!"
The long sword is 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, were used to create your sword! You...
How much blood will it take to feed you?" Jun Moxie seemed to be speaking to a living person, softly and slowly.
He knew that this sword could understand! Really understand!
The sword has spirit, the artifact has soul!
The long sword trembled slightly, but seemed not to move, but a strange ray of light extended from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and then swam back, stopping at the spine of the sword, motionless. Like the soul of a bloodthirsty poisonous snake,
He swam back and forth on the sword... Jun Moxie carefully used the edge of the sword to lightly scratch his arm. A wisp of blood flowed out and flowed onto the sword. When the sword was turned over, this wisp of blood spread all over the sword.
It was smeared all over the body, and then left along the tip of the sword. The sword body was like autumn water, spotless and smooth.
Jun Moxie did this action very slowly, very seriously, and very piously! Even... I miss you very much... Use my blood to nourish my weapons; use my soul to respect my magic weapons! This is the long-standing tradition of swordsmen in the Chinese nation.
, an ancient ritual! This ritual has been going on for thousands of years since there were swordsmen in the world. 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 used his supreme piety to perform this extremely ancient ritual for himself and his sword! In this way, he wanted to express his love for the long sword.
I also use this way to remind myself of my love!
No matter where I am! I am still of Yanhuang blood and a descendant of China!