Is it easy to find the divine painter? It seems easy. Lao Bai went out for a walk and brought the divine painter back.
But looking back and thinking about it, things are not that simple. The painter lived for one hundred and thirty years, and his martial arts skills were astonishing, but there was never a legend about him in the world.
Such a person is comparable to the old beggar in the movie "Kung Fu". Unless he wants you to find him, you can't find him.
Wang Xu knew what a great fate it was to meet the painter, so he took the initiative to say: "Old man, the sword manual has been settled, is it my turn?"
"You, you have some serious problems. You lack a good internal skill secret book, and you also lack the weapon skills to cooperate with the hard skills. I guess you have also discovered that it is difficult to use your physical skills, combined with palm and claw skills.
Extreme. Let's do this. I promise to draw it for you once. You can choose between internal strength and weaponry. Which one do you want to solve?" The painter raised his head slightly, with a drunken look in his eyes.
Wang Xu lowered his head and thought deeply. He already had a countermeasure for internal strength. He would first take the Secret Book of Zixia, and then the second volume of the Yi Jin Jing. Problems with internal strength would not be a problem.
On the contrary, Wang Xu had no clue about weapon kung fu. His hard kung fu focused on killing. Although the Prajna Palm and Dragon Grip were useful, they did not match his hard kung fu very well.
After thinking for a while, Wang Xu slowly said, "I choose the weapon!"
"Weapon!" The painter moved instantly, using his finger as a ruler to measure Wang Xu's height, the length of his arms, and the width of his back.
After a while, the painter sat back on the stool, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Yes, yes..."
The painter comes gently and leaves gently, without taking away a single cloud.
Wang Xu sat in the lobby, looked at the secret book in his hand, and read word by word: "Spring and Autumn Sword Technique!"
The secret book of weapons left by the painter was this Spring and Autumn Sword Technique. According to the painter, he understood it from listening to Guan Erye's storytelling.
The first thing about Spring and Autumn Sword Techniques is speed, the second thing is about strength, and the third thing about the relationship between sword techniques and people.
There are a total of thirty-six moves, including three killing moves, namely killing with one sword, breaking the city with two swords, and determining the spring and autumn with three swords.
Wang Xu holds the sword manual in one hand and holds his chin in the other. The Chunqiu sword technique is a sword technique with a long-handled broadsword. The weapon is very similar to Guan Gong's Yanyue sword, except that the crescent moon on the back of the Yanyue sword is missing.
Looking at the sword manual in his hand and thinking about how he looked holding a long sword, Wang Xu couldn't help but secretly think about whether it was time for him to grow a beard.
"Here, here, I bought a long-handled knife!" There were footsteps outside the door, and I saw Li Dazui holding the long-handled knife in both hands, running in panting, and said: "Master, this is what you want.
The long-handled knife weighs eight kilograms and six taels in total. You can try it and get it."
Wang Xu didn't say anything. He took the long-handled knife and tipped it, feeling a little light.
Nowadays, he can lift things weighing a thousand pounds without using any internal force, let alone after using his internal force.
The swords used by ordinary Jianghu knights basically weigh about two kilograms. In Wang Xu's hand, they are like straw. Even this long sword weighing eight kilograms and six taels is not much heavier than a tree branch in his hand.
"It's too light, and you won't be able to use it without taking advantage of it." Wang Xu shook his head slightly and waved his hand: "Forget it, I'll go there myself, you won't be needed here."
Wang Xu put away the secret book, went out with the long knife, and went straight to the blacksmith shop in the town.
The world of Swordsman Jianghu is a world of martial arts, knights, and sects.
No matter whether it is a big town or a small town, as long as there are people in the place, there will be a blacksmith shop that doubles as a weapons shop. The only difference is the number.
The blacksmith shop in Qixia Town is not big. When you walk in, you will see common utensils such as sickles, hoes, kitchen knives, shovels, and iron pots on both sides.
In the middle of the blacksmith shop, there are more than a dozen swords, as well as axes, spears, darts and other weapons for sale.
The owner of the blacksmith shop was a dark, middle-aged man. When Wang Xu walked in, he was oiling his weapons.
Seeing a guest coming to the door, the middle-aged man quickly put down his sword and said, "Sir, what do you want?"
"I bought this long knife from you. Unfortunately, it is too light. I want to change it to a heavier one. Do you have any here?" Wang Xu put the long knife on the counter and looked around with the help of an oil lamp.
After hearing the sound, the middle-aged man picked up the long knife and looked at it, and then said: "There is a thirty-eight kilogram long knife. It was originally prepared for Captain Zhang in the county. After it was made, Captain Zhang thought it was too big."
If it’s too heavy, don’t ask for it. If you want it, I’ll take it out for you.”
"Go." Wang Xu nodded slightly and asked the middle-aged man to get the long knife back.
After a while, the middle-aged man came back with a long knife. Wang Xu took it and took a look. It was barely heavy, but the material of the knife was not good.
With a slight exertion of both hands, the long knife would make a piercing cry. I am afraid that if I apply more force, the long knife will break.
"The material of this knife is too poor. Do you have anything else in stock here?" This long knife can't even withstand Wang Xu's strength. It's more like cutting watermelons with it, so forget about killing people.
The middle-aged man shook his head slightly. He was just a small shop here. Weapons like long knives had not been sold for several years. There would be too much inventory.
Seeing the middle-aged man's reaction, Wang Xu knew that he was overthinking, and thought angrily: "I'm confused too. The forging technology in the martial arts world is nowhere comparable to modern craftsmanship. To build weapons, you still have to go to the counter world.
Okay, I think the level of technology there won’t disappoint me.”
With the idea in mind, Wang Xu stopped wasting time in the world of Swordsman and returned directly to the inn and returned to the reverse world from his room.
Two hours later, Wang Xu returned to the world of Swordsman again, and now he had a long knife in his hand.
The knife is named Chunqiu. It adopts world-class new forging technology. It is one meter six in length, weighs eight hundred and eight kilograms, and has a hardness of 14 on the Mohs scale. Cutting on diamond is like cutting paper.
Wang Xu tried it with his own body, and the blade lightly scratched his arm, instantly cutting through the defense of the golden bell, leaving a palm-long wound.
This was because he didn't use any force. It is conceivable that if he tried his best, with his physical strength that could withstand pistol bullets, he would still suffer in front of this long knife.
"The sharpness and hardness of my knife are probably stronger than those of those magical weapons. Anyone who dares to take my knife will probably die without knowing how." Wang Xu stroked the long knife in his hand and waited for tomorrow's ambush.
Yue Buqun's matter made him feel more confident in his heart.
I raised my head and looked outside. The moonlight was thick at this time, and the earth seemed to be covered with silver gauze.
Wang Xu picked up the long sword and swung it under the moonlight. He practiced this all night.
The next afternoon...
"Lin Zhennan and I have known each other for many years. When he was the commander of Jinyiwei, he often helped me secretly in Huashan. I couldn't stand by and watch because of emotions and reasons. What's more important is that the book Sunflower Book was actually taken from him.
The inner palace brought him out. Hum, Lin Zhennan must not know that our Huashan sect has a record of the Sunflower Book. As long as I can get the Sunflower Book, I can hope to revitalize Huashan."
On the path leading to the neighbor's ancestral home, a middle-aged man was galloping on his horse. If there were people from the world here, they would definitely recognize this middle-aged man as Yue Buqun, the leader of the Huashan Sect.
Ten minutes later, the winding road came to an end, and the valley and the Lin family's ancestral home were within easy reach.
And just when Yue Buqun was about to rush straight into the valley, he suddenly found a young man standing at the end of the path with his back against a big tree.
The young man looked to be in his twenties, with his back leaning against a big tree and a long knife standing beside him.
Yue Buqun pulled the reins and slowed down, a look of thought flashed in his eyes, and he asked: "This friend in front of me, are you from the Lin family?"
"no..."
"Then you are?"
"Hand over the Zixia magic power and I will spare your life!"
A ray of silver light struck, Yue Buqun's eyes narrowed, and the Gentleman's Sword was instantly unsheathed.