Brother Zha also laughed, and was about to ask the old man to get a book that was easy to read. The old man suddenly became ferocious and shouted: "Pick it up, don't give me any excuses, and don't think about being lazy. You have two hours." Carry it for me, otherwise, don't blame me... Humph," the old man suddenly transformed into countless boxing champions, staring covetously at Brother Zha behind his back.
Brother Zha screamed and quickly took the broken book from the old man's hand: "Old man, what are you doing standing here? Don't you know you are blocking my light? If I can't carry you, can you bear the responsibility?" What Brother Zha said before was neither serious nor trivial. He suddenly imitated the old man and shouted, "Get out of the way!" The old man's white hair stood up in fright, and he hurriedly stepped aside, blowing his beard and staring.
In the dream space, there is endless white, and it is impossible to distinguish between east, west, north and south. In fact, there is no direction at all. In a very far place, there are two black spots. One is Long Chenfei who is reciting the sword technique, and the other is suspecting his secret possession. Was the photo of the old man stolen by Long Chenfei?
An hour and a half had passed. Brother Zha stared at the yellowed pages of the worn book very seriously. After a while, Brother Zha stretched himself and saw that the old man was taking a nap. He stood up and walked to the old man's side gently. , Hehe chuckled evilly, leaned close to the old man's ear, and shouted: "It's raining, it's raining, it's time to put away the clothes, ah ah ah,"
The old man jumped several meters high, his face turned pale, his heartbeat was thunderous, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and he was sweating. Then he saw Long Chenfei laughing forward and backward, his face instantly turned from white to red, and the most violent lightning struck him.
"Oh," Brother Zha was reduced to ashes again, then resurrected, rubbing his body in severe pain, and walked back to the old man.
In the real world, Brother Zha is sleeping soundly, and two mice are chattering in search of food.
The gray mouse saw a huge thing shaking violently, and immediately said to his partner black mouse: "Wait a minute, there is an unknown object ahead,"
"What?" The black mouse looked in the direction where the gray mouse's eyes were looking, and suddenly saw something like a stick standing up suddenly, and then softening again.
"What is that?" Black Mouse said. This was the first time he had seen such a strange thing.
The gray mouse said: "Let's go quietly and see what happens."
In the dream space, Long Chenfei was holding a Qinglong Yanyue Knife in his hand. He was holding it rather than dragging it, because Brother Zha held the handle of the knife with both hands and used all his strength to lift the Yanyue Knife. He stood up, his little face turned red from suppressing it, and he drew an arc in the air with difficulty, and then the big knife flew out of his hand, only to chop at the old man's head.
The old man yelled, hurriedly dodged, became furious, and cursed endlessly. Brother Zha gasped, wiped his sweat profusely, and then cursed the old man back, only to be struck by lightning again.
This sword is a complete copy of Guan Erye's sword, weighing eighty-two kilograms. Legend has it that this sword was made by the world's best blacksmith only on a full-moon night. When it was about to be completed, there was a sudden thunder and lightning in the sky, and a drop of water dropped from the sky. One thousand seven hundred and eighty drops of blood, some warlocks analyzed that this was the blood of Qinglong, so they named this sword the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
Guan Erye used this sword to kill Yan Liang and Wen Chou, which shocked the world. He passed five passes and killed six generals and marched thousands of miles. He was loyal and courageous, achieved hegemony for Liu Bei, and was revered as a Martial Saint by future generations.
Um... I'm going too far, this knife is Guan Erye's knife. Brother Zha looked at this big knife with a sad face, the old guy won't let me use my true energy, how can I lift it.
Brother Zha tried a few more times, but how could he kill the enemy if he could barely lift it up? Damn it, how old are you still practicing this? I have never seen anyone holding such a big knife when cutting people. If I hold this Go and kill people, and you will either die from exhaustion or laugh to death.
"This book records a total of three sword techniques. One is a broadsword used in ancient battles, just like the Qinglong Yanyue in your hand.
The second type of sword is the scimitar. Legend has it that there are four peerless swords in the world. The first is called Lieyan, the second is called Zhui Feng, the third is called Gao Yue, and the fourth is called Luo Xing. Any one of these four swords can be used. They are sharp blades that can make quick decisions and cut iron like mud. They are the weapons pursued by knife lovers on the rivers and lakes. They are the first choice for killing people, stealing goods, and traveling around the world." The old man opened the torn book, found the illustrations and said: "This There are four knives, the first is Lieyan. The person who made this knife has no way of knowing, but everyone who owns this knife is a hero in the world. This knife ranks sixth in the weapon spectrum."
When Brother Zha heard this, his eyes suddenly shone with golden light: "Where is this knife?"
"It's a pity that this sword was destroyed by the Yuan people in the late Song Dynasty," the old man said with a look of regret.
"Bah, what are you talking about?" Brother Zha said with an unhappy expression, but then asked: "What about Zhui Feng?"
"It is said that Zhui Feng was a weapon from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period. This sword comes from the Khitan in the north. It is said to have come from the Western Regions. The man who used this sword was framed and jumped off a cliff with Zhui Feng. Zhui Feng also Disappeared," the regret on the old man's face became even heavier.
Brother Zha’s face was even more unhappy. What the hell, it’s all gone. What the hell are you talking about? “Just tell me what else is there in the world now. Don’t talk about useless things. No matter how powerful a person is, it’s useless. You say Yes or no,"
The old man glared at this bastard and shouted: "The only knife that exists in the world now is Luo Xing, and you broke that Gaoyue knife."
"Haha, I was not careful at that time, I was not careful," Brother Zha hurriedly put on a flattering smile, but was kicked out by the old man.
"What a prodigal thing, Gao Yue, that's Gao Yue," the old man stamped his chest and jumped anxiously.
"Isn't there still a handful of fallen stars?" Brother Zha said with a smirk.
"Luoxing," the old man suddenly frowned as if he was deep in thought. His eyes were a little dazed. After a long time, he finally said: "That knife was made by Goudaner, the best blacksmith in the world in the Ming Dynasty. When this knife comes out, the sun and moon will dim, and thousands of stars will appear." Heads fall like falling stars,"
"So awesome," Brother Zha's saliva began to flow like a waterfall.
The old man shook his head and said: "This knife is full of violence because of killing too many people. The person who uses it cannot overcome it and becomes a demon. Thirty years ago, I threw this knife into the lava of the volcano and melted it."
Disappointment can make people crazy when their hopes are high. Seeing that a treasure was about to be obtained and disappeared in an instant, Brother Zha couldn't help but get angry: "You don't know what you are telling me about this pile of things. There are no knives. Isn't this nonsense?" "Brother Zha thought to himself, you are an old bastard who can pretend to be a ghost. What kind of knife is full of violence and makes people turn into demons? In the hands of the devil, the knife is a devil's knife, and in my hand, it is a kind knife.
The quality of a knife is not so mysterious. It just depends on the carbon content and the mastery of the making process. There are bullshit legends about jumping into the furnace to make a weapon and using boys and girls to fool ghosts.
Seeing the disdain and displeasure on Long Chenfei's face, the old man laughed and said, "I'm also wondering why these knives disappeared but I remember how to make these weapons."
"Really," Brother Zha changed his face very quickly and turned into a traitor again in an instant.
"Of course, but listen to me, the third kind of knife is the flying knife. This kind of knife is the most compact, but not as sharp as the first two kinds of knives. In many cases, it is more powerful than the first two kinds of knives. The first two are the most powerful ones. Both machetes and machetes are used in open combat, while throwing knives are often used in secret combat. Killers, spies, assassins, and spies can learn this unique sword technique and take the head of an admiral from among thousands of armies. It's like picking something out of a bag." The old man turned to the page with the flying knife, pointed at the picture in the book and said, "In fact, many times you don't have a knife on your body, and everything around you is a knife, a wooden stick, a A willow branch or even a leaf is a knife." The old man waved his hand, and a tree appeared in front of him. There was an extra leaf in the old man's hand. The old man just moved his finger lightly, and the leaf flew out immediately, making the whole mouth of the bowl thick. The tree snapped with a snap, leaving a neat cut mark in the middle.
It was so impressive that Brother Zha carefully looked at the cut on the tree trunk and was secretly surprised.
"Want to learn," the old man asked.
Brother Zha nodded desperately, and the old man threw the Qinglong Yanyue Sword to Brother Zha and said: "When you can swing this knife easily and freely without using Qi, I will teach you the second sword technique. The first one is outdated. Let's You practice your arm strength. When you master the machete, I will teach you how to throw a knife. Learn step by step. Haste makes waste." The old man had a teapot in his hand, smashed the spout and left.
In the real world, the gray mouse ran up to the behemoth and was surprised: "Wow, there are two such big walnuts here." The gray mouse hurriedly called to his companion: "Xiao Hei, there are two big walnuts here."
Xiao Hei immediately ran over and asked: "Where is it? Where is it?"
Brother Zha was struggling to play with the sword in the dream space. Suddenly, a tall man with a face as red as a jujube, eight feet tall, wearing green clothes and a beautiful beard appeared in front of him: "That's not how you hold a sword."
Brother Zha was struggling to pick up the knife. When he saw this man, he was so frightened that he threw the knife to the ground: "Guan... Guan Yu,"
"Watch me show you the trick again, watch carefully," Mr. Guan raised his sword, shouted loudly, and then danced with the sword like a tiger.
The eighty-two kilogram weight of the big knife seemed as light as a feather in the hands of Erye Guan. Seeing him lift the Qinglong Yanyue knife very casually, Brother Zha secretly admired it. Then he saw that the big knife seemed to be alive in the hands of Erye Guan. Generally speaking, I admire him even more. No wonder everyone admires Guan Sheng, he is really amazing.
After Guan Erye finished playing with the big knife, he leaned hard on the ground and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a scream: "Ouch," and when he looked down, it turned out that the old man had just stretched his foot over, and the end of the handle of the big knife hit the old man's on feet.
"Old man, you've got your comeuppance," Brother Zha laughed at the old man, pretending to be distressed and said, "Let me see, oh, it's all swollen."
The old man pushed Long Chenfei away and cursed: "You kid, don't think that I don't know what you think,"
"I said, why are you stretching your feet over?" Brother Zha looked at the old man's red and swollen instep and asked, "Do you want to practice yet?"
"Exercise your ass, we'll talk about it next time," the old man kicked Mr. Guan away, punched Brother Zha away, and walked away full of anger and grievance.
In the real world, the black mouse saw the two big walnuts and said in surprise: "Wow, they are so big, let's transport them home."
"I'll take a bite first to see if it's fresh or dry," the gray mouse said, opening its mouth and aiming at the walnut on the left.