"What's the relationship between Morgan and World Tree?" Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs up and praised, "What an idea!"

"So there is really a relationship between the two?"

Chu Zihang's breathing was a little rapid, and he felt that he had finally glimpsed the final truth.

That hidden in history and mythology, never revealed to the world, is magnificent and full of treacherous conspiracies...

"have no idea."

The junior brother's decisive and straightforward answer interrupted his delusion.

Lu Mingfei said helplessly: "Theoretically, there is no such thing as a world tree. Anyway, I have never seen a giant tree born in this world that reaches the sky and the earth."

"But... what happened to Kungunil?" Chu Zihang was a little excited.

Whether it was the "Odin" he saw six years ago or that homecoming night not long ago, the other person was riding an eight-legged horse and holding a spear like a dead branch.

The sacred spear "Kungunir", in mythology, this weapon was made by dwarves. The handle of the gun is a branch of the world tree. It represents destiny. If you take out the weapon, you will hit. The moment you release it, the target is already dead.

It is a mythical weapon!

"In mythology, Odin is still the king of the gods who fights against Nidhogg." Lu Mingfei scratched his head and said, "How should I put it? Most people or objects in Nordic mythology are just 'skinned'. In mythology,

It’s mixed with truth and partly metaphorical.”

"A layer of skin?"

"For example, the Kungunir you mentioned is not really made of the branches of the World Tree. The rules are its essence. It is not because it is made of the branches of the World Tree that it has the effect of hitting the target.

, the truth is exactly the opposite.”

"There is no World Tree, but there is Kungunir?" Chu Zihang asked.

He understood what his junior brother meant. Nordic mythology is just closer to the history of the dragon clan, rather than being completely identical. They cannot completely copy the mythology to "set up" the real secret history of the dragon clan, because many things in it are just layered, adulterated and fake.

Mixed with truth.

"I don't know." Three words blurted out without hesitation.

Chu Zihang staggered.

Seeing his senior brother's huge reaction, Lu Mingfei added:

"I said, there is another kind of metaphor. Senior brother, you have better grades than me. You must know what metaphor means. Using one thing to imply another thing is a metaphor. But there is a premise. You must have at least one thing.

.”

"I didn't witness that period of history with my own eyes, so I can't be sure whether Odin was using the 'World Tree' to allude to someone or a certain force."

Chu Zihang pondered: "If you are implying...the earliest beings that appeared in Nordic mythology were giants, and then the gods. If the gods allude to hybrids, then the giants allude to the dragon race?"

"Whatever! I won't think about this kind of problem again later. The wind is blowing hard and I'm almost starving to death!" Lu Mingfei turned around and rummaged through his backpack, finding the towel that his senior brother had prepared in advance.

He threw the towel to his senior brother.

"In history, has anyone ever avoided Kungunir, who represents destiny?" Chu Zihang suddenly asked from behind him.

If their enemy is Odin, then this gun cannot get around it.

Just like the ultimate skill of the big boss in the game dungeon, the wet nurse T can't stop it. It can only be blocked instantly. You must perfectly master the cheats to avoid this ultimate skill to be qualified to complete the dungeon.

The late summer night wind slowly blew the branches and leaves in the forest, and under the shadow of the dancing trees, the forest gradually became dark.

The buildings standing on the mountainside in the distance lit up their lights, and several white birds flew together from the mountains and forests, flying into the distance.

Lu Mingfei turned his back to him and raised his head, saying softly: "Of course, Kungunir is not invincible, and Odin is far from it either."

The two of them wiped themselves, put on the clothes they had prepared in advance, packed up their diving equipment, completely eliminated any traces left behind, and walked towards the car parked outside the forest.

"Where is this sword temporarily stored?"

"Senior brother, if you are interested, you can take it back to the dormitory and play with it. You're welcome."

"...I'll take it back and study it. You need to call me anytime."

"Okay, let's play with you, anyway... I'm preparing this for you to fight the boss." Lu Mingfei muttered the last sentence, just as a gust of night wind made the leaves rustle.

"What?"

"I said, training starts tonight!"

"Training?" Chu Zihang stopped.

"Dancing, didn't you just agree to it this afternoon? The welcome party is about to start next week. Senior brother, you won't be able to make it in time if you don't practice!" Lu Mingfei hates that iron can't make steel.

"Didn't you say that one day would be enough?" Chu Zihang frowned.

After finding this "Holy Sword", he planned to spend time in the library from tonight on, studying alchemy and collecting information related to this sword to see what clues he could find.

The symbol of alchemy items is "living spirit", but this sword gave him a feeling of "dead silence", as if the living spirit in the sword had long disappeared over time, but he was not sure whether it was this sword or not.

Due to incompleteness.

According to the description in the legend, this sword still lacks the gem on the hilt and the most important scabbard.

The scabbard is even more important than the sword itself.

When King Arthur chose the former between the sword and the scabbard, Merlin sighed in disappointment.

"I'm talking about getting started in one day. Are you satisfied with just getting started? Our goal is not to...ah, our goal is to be the focus of the dance!" Lu Mingfei taught earnestly.

"...Are you reliable?" Chu Zihang was silent for a while and began to question someone's professionalism.

Lu Mingfei hummed for a long time and said sincerely: "Brother, my family knows my own affairs. Do you think I look like the king of the dance?"

"It's not like that." This time it was Chu Zihang who said without hesitation.

Speaking of which, the promise he made to his junior brother in the afternoon was actually just a casual talk. He really didn't expect his junior brother to be useful in this regard. The original plan was to find a few teaching videos online, and he would practice by himself in the dormitory. As for his athletic ability,

He has always been very confident.

"That's right! Actually, I don't know anything about this stuff! The dance teacher specially hired by the high school also said that I have weird bones and am not suitable for dancing." Lu Mingfei had no shame and was proud of it, saying loudly, "But I have

What a network! I hired the best coach in the school for you!"

"The best coach?" Chu Zihang frowned. What he said was a bit like his stepfather's style. His stepfather asked for the best in everything, the best school, the best teacher, the best family, even the role of stepfather.

He always uses "the best" to flaunt and demand himself.

The best dance instructor in school...who is it?

Lu Mingfei is referring to Chen Motong?

He remembered that Chen Motong was the school's dance champion before, and the lace and white skirt girl group under Caesar was also a good dancer in the college.

But he didn't intend to rely on Caesar's power in this matter.

Lu Mingfei said deeply: "He is the Elvis Presley who has been hidden in the academy for many years. He is an extremely good dance stick. He was once popular with thousands of girls like you and the boss. However, now the pearl is covered in dust, but I think it is more than enough to teach you.

!”

Chu Zihang was in awe and asked: "Who are you talking about? Which professor in the college?"

"No, no, no!" Lu Mingfei shook his finger and said, "It's really sad to say that such an outstanding student has not graduated until now. This shows that there are obvious loopholes in the college's system!"

Chu Zihang suddenly felt something in his heart, and after a moment of silence, he tried and said, "You're talking about Fingel, right?"

Seeing Lu Mingfei's eyes widen with a look of disbelief on his face, as if he was silently questioning himself, Chu Zihang felt a little better.

Seeing this situation, the junior brother will ask himself how he can think of G-level Fen in the next second, which means that he guessed wrong.

"Heroes see the same thing!" Lu Mingfei looked delighted, "Senior brother, do you also think Fen Dog is a good dancing stick?"

No, I think you want to join forces to defraud me of money.

Chu Zihang had no expression on his face and quickened his pace.

…

…

By the time Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei rushed back to the academy, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

Chu Zihang went back first to store the holy sword and return the equipment. Lu Mingfei made an appointment with him to meet him in the dormitory later.

After Chu Zihang finished his work, he rushed to Lu Mingfei and Fingel's dormitory. When he opened the door and walked in, he saw that the table was in a mess. These two guys had already eaten a big meal while he was busy.

"Senior brother, sit down! I ordered you a portion too. You're welcome. I'm treating you today!" Lu Tuhao sat at the table, picked his teeth with a toothpick, and waved boldly.

Fingel praised that today’s junior fellow apprentice is so handsome!

Chu Zihang walked to the table and glanced at it. Chicken and mushroom soup for one person, plus medium-rare filet mignon, and foie gras with cod roll for dessert. It was a hearty meal. These two

Guys eat like this every day?

No wonder you can still be in debt even with the annual president's scholarship. I heard that Fingel is also heavily in debt...

"No, I ate two sandwiches when I went back." Chu Zihang declined politely, "Let's get straight to the point. Brother Fen, are you really good at dancing?"

He looked at Fingel, who had messy blond hair, and said solemnly.

To be honest, he didn't know much about Fingel. He had only heard of the Minister of Information and the unprecedented F-level name. Oh, it was now G-level.

No matter which one it is, Fingel is destined to become one of the "myths" of Kassel College.
To be continued...