Fan Nan came to the Swordsman Inn. In the shabby room, a shabby old man wiped a tattered shabby knife with a rag rag. After that, he picked up a broken tea cup and took a sip of tea, and then raised the knife to a shabby old man.
Cut off the wooden pile.26nbsp;
"Whoops!" A sound of air-piercing sword wind sounded.
"Bang!" A wooden stake thicker than a human waist was split into two even halves! But the two half wooden stakes did not fall down, and became two wooden stakes standing upright.
The old man raised his knife again, "Whoops!" Another sound of sword wind sounded in the air, and he slashed at one of the wooden piles that had become half as thick. The wooden pile turned into two even halves again, and still did not fall.
.(Fan Nan removed the word "broken" in his heart at this time.)
Then the old man raised his knife again...
Fan Nan just stayed on the spot, staring at the old man without moving...
For example, 'i' is a wooden stake. After it is split, it becomes 'ii'. The old man ignores the stake on the left and continues to split the stake on the right, and then the stake on the right becomes two symmetrical 'ii's.
Root, then ignore the root on the left, then chop the root on the right...
He kept chopping like this until he produced two evenly sized pieces of wood that were thinner than chopsticks. The raw embroidered knife's blade was sharpened with a cold light. Then the old man stopped, shook his head and muttered: "Hey,
It's old and no longer useful." (It's about the same thickness as chopsticks, but its length is more than 1 meter high! With one knife, a well-proportioned chopstick more than one meter long can be chopped. The strength of this pair of knives and the precision of the knife skills are so good
in place.)
"Senior!" Fan Nan walked over and shouted respectfully.
"Well! Are you the first player to reach level 10? Rogue Anan." The old man turned around, a glint flashed in his eyes, he looked Fan Nan over, and finally focused on the medal on his chest.
"The young one is the gangster Anan. I don't know what the seniors call me as swordsmen. Are you the master of our swordsman profession? You are so old and strong, like an old clam, like a mouse crossing the street. Oh no, master, you are my master.
Come on!" Fan Nan could see how powerful the old man was, so he slapped him with a flattery.
"That medal was awarded to you by the city lord?" the old man said, pointing to the brave medal on Fan Nan's chest.
"Yes, master!" Fan Nan identified the old man and called the master without his consent.
"I'm not your master, I'm just here to teach you some simple sword skills. My name is Daotong!" The old man said something that made Fan Nan sweat out his name: Daotong.
"Hand me your iron sword." The old knife boy didn't mind Fan Nan's dementia and asked him to hand over the iron sword.
Fan Nan handed over the knife without saying a word.
"This knife is too light!" You should take this knife and chop two wooden stakes for me to see! The old knife boy returned the iron knife to Fan Nan and handed his embroidered knife to Fan Nan.
Then with a wave of his hand, it was split into hundreds of tiny wooden stakes, and the wooden strips were put together again, turning into a large wooden stake as thick as the leader's waist.
As soon as Fan Nan reached out to catch it, he felt his hands sinking, "Damn, what kind of knife is this? It's so heavy!" Fan Nan struggled to lift the embroidery knife, but he couldn't tell its weight or properties.
"It's only 68 jins." Lao Daotong said calmly: "If you don't take advantage of it, I still have an 88 jins one, and there are also ones over 100 jins."
"Thank you, no need. Master Knife Boy, is there anything lighter? The knife is so heavy that I can't lift it steadily. How can I chop a wooden stake?" Fan Nan told the truth. A 68-pound knife can be held in both hands.
It is difficult to lift the blade by the handle, let alone swing the blade accurately.
"Then you can use your own iron knife. With your current strength, if you use an 8-pound knife to chop a sandalwood tree stump, you will probably only make a gap in the book stump." The old knife boy said with some disdain.
"Damn! You look down on me so much." Fan Nan was dissatisfied and returned the 68-pound rusty knife to the old knife boy, then raised his iron knife and struck at the wooden stake.
There was no sound of breaking wind, no crunching sound of wooden piles being split.
There was only a dull sound of the collision of the knife and the wooden stake...
What a shame, that iron knife really only left a gap in the wooden pile!
"Master Daotong, what kind of wood is this?" Fan Nan directly suspected that the wooden pile was fake and made of stone. Didn't he see the old guy waving his hand and the wooden piles came together?
"Ebony." Lao Daotong said lightly, (Ebony is a very hard tree, but it is far inferior to iron sandalwood. Iron sandalwood only grows in China and North Korea.
In the bordering area, the lifespan is as long as 300 to 350 years. The hardness is, hehe, twice as hard as ordinary steel. If a bullet hits it, it will not move.)
"Come on, I'd better use your knife!" Fan Nan has no doubt that if he cuts a few more times, his iron knife will definitely be reimbursed.
But they saw that the old knife boy did not hand his knife to Fan Nan, but took the knife in Fan Nan's hand again and struck it at the wooden stake.
"Whoosh!" The sound of breaking wind sounded again, and the wooden pile split into two again.
"Are you playing with me or attacking me?" Fan Nan felt aggrieved.
"I just want to tell you that a 68-pound knife and an 8-pound knife, in the eyes of you players, are knives with whiteboard equipment and knives with artifact-level equipment. They are all knives. When you use the knife, you have to forget
Their pros and cons, look at it as a part of your body,
That is to say, the mythical man-knife merges into one. When you understand what it means to be one, and the sword becomes a part of your own body, you can exert its greatest power.
At that time, a good knife will be more powerful by you. Similarly, a broken knife will be as powerful as a magic weapon, do you understand?" At this time, the old knife boy didn't look like a knife boy.
The NPC in the game is directly like a master figure in the movie, an actor with excellent acting skills.
Fan Nan chewed on the words of the old knife boy, nodded, shook his head, and finally told the truth: "I don't understand!"
"That's right if you don't understand. It's only now that I understand the essence of the integration of five adult swords into one. If you understand now, then I can be laid off." Lao DaoTong㊣(5) said without any surprise.
"Master Knife Boy, are you kidding me again? You have only understood 50%, and you can use the sword technique like that just now. So what is the concept of understanding 100%? Can you split this sandalwood into hair?
Your name is Sword Boy, what is the name of the one who has understood 100%? Is he called Sword God?" Fan Nan knew that this was his luck, his luck in the game. There was absolutely a reason for an NPC to tell him this. This passage
It's impossible to say this to every player.
"Sword God? I have never heard of it until today. Hengkong Continent continues to this day. The most powerful swordsman is the crazy swordsman of the previous generation. Many years ago, I was the sword boy next to him until he retired.
, my name is still Sword Boy, and I was appointed by the mysterious venerable to be the instructor of Swordsman Inn!
Don’t ask me who the mysterious venerable is, I don’t know either. I’m only telling you so much because the medal on your chest, this brave medal, was something that Senior Crazy Knife wore when he first came to the limelight.
, I don’t want you to bury the honor of this medal.
The story about the union of man and sword was something that Senior Crazy Sword once told me. I am telling it to you now in the hope that one day you can understand the essence of it and create a glorious future in Hengkong Continent.
Okay, I've said all that needs to be said. From now on, you have to call me Senior Knife Boy, not Master." After the old Knife Boy finished speaking, the color in his eyes faded away, turning into an NPC with a mechanical expression.
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"Wait a minute, Senior Knife Boy, I have half a map here, it's about Senior Crazy Knife. Do you know where the other half of the map is?" Fan Nan hurriedly took out the half of the map given to him by the old man from Novice Village.
"I don't know, player gangster Anan, do you want to learn skills now, or practice basic sword skills in the gym?" The old sword boy didn't have the lively expression just now, and his tone became extremely strange.
