Jun Moye laughed secretly and thoughts arise in his heart. Using the medical skills and medicinal materials he has mastered, it is completely possible to help his uncle restore his ability to have children... But what about it?
Besides, today this old man judged others by himself, but he even put such a big hat on this young master without asking for his affection. It seems unreasonable to not take revenge. He is his uncle, and the revenge of force is definitely unreasonable.
What about the others... well... I'll just wait until the Dongfang Family before talking about it... This matter is unhurried.
Seeing my uncle walking away, Jun Moye hurriedly returned to his tent. With his wrist turned, a sharp long sword appeared in his hand. The sword was two feet and four feet long, six shorter than the traditional three-foot Qingfeng.
The sword is less than three points wide and has a moderate thickness. The hilt is not decorated at all. Just in terms of the external shape of the sword, it is ancient and simple, and ordinary.
But it's full of sharp edges!
As soon as the sword was taken out, the temperature in the entire tent seemed to drop suddenly, and it was cold and cold! Even at this sunny noon, there was a feeling of dusk and dusk in the tent!
When the sword body reached the tip of the sword, it seemed that it was swallowing and spitting cold and cold flames. It was not actually shining. It just stayed quietly in Jun Moye's hands, but naturally it had a kind of war that shocked everything.
The demeanor of the king! It makes people feel that the sword seems to be shining brightly in the dark!
Jun Moye gently flicked his sword body with his fingers. Almost at the same time, an extremely clear chirping sound came out excitedly. He thought that a bloodthirsty poisonous dragon that had been sleeping for thousands of years suddenly woke up from his dream and made a hungry chirping!
The sword rings suddenly rushed into the air!
Within a radius of dozens of feet, everyone felt a throbbing in their hearts, and countless horses were panicking and neighing in a panic! It was as if an ancient demon suddenly descended among them, and it was inexplicably terrifying...
Jun Moye took off a long sword hanging on the wall of the tent, stretched out his body flat, stood up, and the sword tip was facing the sky, and then gently lowered the sword from the sky without any effort.
Snap...
With a gentle sound, the long sword with cold light naturally cracked in half like tofu when it touched the sword edge...
The sound was like a quick knife inserted into the wood, so subtle that it was almost impossible to hear. However, a long sword of war was broken into two pieces!
Jun Moye breathed a sigh of relief, stroked the sword spine, and whispered: "Compared with you, what are the so-called magical weapons that cut iron like mud and blow hair short hair? You are the real soldiers.
The King! The Emperor in the Sword!”
The sword was silent and silent.
"Three hundred and thirty-three long swords, three hundred and thirty-three sharp swords, three hundred and thirty-three long halberds, and a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine weapons, to create your sword! You...
How much blood does it take to feed you?" Jun Moye seemed to be talking to a living person, gentle and slow.
He knew that this sword could understand! It could really understand!
A treasure sword has a spirit, and a magical artifact has a soul!
The sword trembled slightly, but it seemed that it did not move, but a strange halo extended from the hilt of the sword to the tip of the sword, and swam back, stopped at the sword spine, silently. It was like a bloodthirsty poisonous snake soul,
Swimming back and forth on the sword...
Jun Moye carefully used the sword tip to gently stroke his arm, and a wisp of blood flowed out and flowed to the sword body. The long sword turned around, and the wisp of blood applied the entire sword body, and then followed the tip of the sword.
Left, the sword body is like autumn water, spotless and smooth.
Jun Moye did this action very slowly, seriously, and piously! Even... I miss it very much...
With my blood, nourish my sharp weapons; with my soul, respect my magic weapon! This is the long-standing tradition of swordsmen of the Chinese nation, an ancient ritual! Since there were swordsmen in the world, this ritual has lasted for thousands of years.
After the rise of hot weapons and the decline of cold weapons, they are on the verge of losing!
But in this other world, at this moment, Jun Moye performed this extremely ancient ritual to himself and his sword with his supreme piety! He wanted to express his long sword in this way
I also remind myself in this way!
No matter where you are, I am still the bloodline of Yanhuang and the descendants of China!