Part 4, Chapter 12

Really can't blame the guards for not doing their best. You said that a knife disappeared in a trance under the tight guard of as many as 50 people in full view of the eyes of the public.” This kind of mysterious and strange thing is extremely strange, how to guard against it? And this kind of thing is not One or two pieces, the other lost weapons are all like this, they are all lost so inexplicably to the extreme,

Really invincible.

Forget it, isn't it just a knife and a sword?

All the people who lost their weapons were comforting themselves, and at the same time, they yelled: "Damn, you have such a stealing ability. It is more than enough to steal the emperor's treasury. How many times do you have to do when you have nothing to do?"

It's really hard to understand! Grass!

In the past few days, Dugu Xiaoyi has almost tried his best to launch a powerful offensive against Jun Moxie first. This little girl from the Biao Realm, after seeing Qing Han's cultivation, is finally anxious!

For the sake of her future lifelong happiness, the little girl doesn't care what others think or think about. Making the mouths of the brothers of the Dugu aristocratic family who followed the expedition this time bubbling up was ineffective, but to no avail.

On the contrary, it was Guan Qinghan who had completely returned to his normal state of being cold and cold since that day, and he did not make any excuses for Jun Moxie. Fear of avoiding it, but Jun Moxie was not discouraged, and he was never tired of fighting and losing again and again.

The thickness of this eldest young master's face has really reached the level of turning the city wall, which has opened the eyes of many soldiers during this period of time!

Jun Moxie didn't have to pester Guan Qinghan either. Come around every morning, say hello to the nearby soldiers, then knock on the door, then eat a closed door, and then continue to come back and talk to the soldiers, waiting for the two women to come out to wash, then go up to ask, and say with a smile Two words, it's okay to ignore him or ignore him, and never bother.

Well, the morning is over.

He's done, but Dugu Xiaoyi has something to do, and sometimes he doesn't wait for the grooming to finish. Just entangled Jun Moxie directly, which is exactly the same as Jun Moxie's method for Guan Qinghan. Jun Moxie's reaction was similar to that of Guan Qinghan. After repeated defeats and repeated battles, the cycle started again and again, and there was a trend of more and more setbacks, so the three circled like this,

At noon, the cycle repeats itself, and at night, the cycle continues, repeating itself.”

Later, the soldiers lost their interest in watching the play, so why can't the three of you do something real? Is it bothering you all the time to talk like this? I'm relying on you not to bother us, the big gangsters are tired of looking at it,

But there is another point that still makes everyone very strange.

The vast majority of people wake up in the morning full of energy, at least not lethargic, but Young Master Jun looks very tired after getting up in the morning, as if he didn't do good things all night. What's going on, it's been a few days in a row. Even the small face has a tendency to be thin. Had to eat breakfast and rest for a while. Only then did I gradually regain my spirits and become alive again.”

Everyone is very strange, it seems that Jun Sanshao has no place to work at night, it's all one. How can people be so tired? I haven't seen him work during the day, what's going on? Miss Qinghan and Miss Dugu have gone to bed early these days. It shouldn't be them, so who else could it be?

Because of such anomalies, my uncle Dongfang Wenqing endured for a long time, and finally called his good nephew aside quietly, and sneakily instructed: Mo Xie, young people must know how to restrain themselves. My uncle also knows that it is the first time that your kid enjoys that wonderful taste, but it is very uncomfortable to suddenly cut off and have nowhere to vent. Uncle has also passed by, so of course he understands it very well, but you should try your best to restrain the number of times you "comfort yourself" in one night. That's fine, you can't suffocate once every other night, don't do it several times a night, that stuff is addicting. But it really hurts the body, especially for those of us who practice martial arts. Besides, it is not a good thing for future generations. We must exercise restraint.

Jun Moxie's eyes widened, listening to his uncle's sincere teachings, he was dumbfounded, unable to laugh or cry."

"Uncle, you think too much, I'm not" Young Master Jun hurriedly distinguished. God, where is this and that?

"What's not?!" Dongfang asked with a stare. Then he calmed down again, and set an example: "Everyone is a man, I'm your uncle, your little uncle is still not clear, what can't you say? What's the embarrassment? My uncle also came here. "I think that I was young and didn't have much restraint." In short, in short, "Don't do this kind of thing again, you know?" Uncle is for your own good, don't say no, just listen and do."

Young Master Jun had a black line on his face and was extremely speechless. Depressed home. My uncle has already made a foreshadowing, what else can I say? Dare to say anything? !

"Haha" everyone understands, "Young people. There is always a big fire, um, um, try your best to restrain yourself and keep quiet." Dongfang Wenqing patted his nephew on the shoulder cordially, regaining his usual dignified demeanor of a mysterious powerhouse. Putting on his uncle's air, Shi Shiran walked out, quite a kind of satisfaction and pleasure like a teaching businessman.

Fortunately, I found it early, and before my nephew became addicted, he hurriedly taught him by words and deeds. If I waited to form a "Xiyou" in the future, it would be really bad, just like when I was in the past, alas, the past is unbearable." Dongfang Shenxuan walked out with a smug look on his face.

When Jun Moxie inquired later, he learned from the mouths of the other two uncles that although this uncle had many wives and concubines, he had no children and no one under his knees. There is no one who will follow the incense "But the more it is like this. The more concubines are taken, the more concubines are taken, the less there are, and a vicious circle has been formed."

It is said that the number of wives and concubines in Dongfang Wenqing now numbered 40 to 50. "This is a very terrifying number! Even if the rain and dew on such a rotation in one night, it will take almost two months."

I see!

Jun Moxie secretly snickered twice, thinking in his heart, using the medical skills and medicinal materials he mastered. Helping my uncle to restore his ability to have children is quite possible." But, how do you say it?

Besides, today this old guy saves others by himself. To put such a big hat on this young master without asking for any reason, it seems impossible to justify not taking revenge, he is an uncle, and revenge by force is definitely not justified, as for the other things." Well, I just waited until the Dongfang family. Let’s talk about it, there is no need to rush this matter. Seeing his uncle walking away, Jun Moxie hurriedly returned to his tent, flipped his wrist, and a sharp sword appeared in his hand. The three-foot green peak is six points short, the sword width is less than three points, and the thickness is moderate. The hilt has no decoration at all. As far as the external shape of this sword is concerned, it is simple and unremarkable.

But it is radiant!

When this sword finger was taken out, the temperature in the entire tent seemed to drop suddenly, and it was cold and stern! Even in this sunny noon, the tent suddenly had a feeling of dusk and sunset!

From the body to the tip of the sword, it seems to be breathing cold and cold flames. It doesn't actually shine. It just stays in Jun Moxie's hands quietly, but naturally there is a kind of soldier that shocks everything. The bearing of the king! Makes people consciously or unconsciously feel that the body of the sword seems to be shining in the dark!

Jun Moxie gently flicked the blade with his fingers, and almost at the same time, an unusually clear chirping sound came out, just like a bloodthirsty poisonous dragon that had been sleeping for ten thousand years suddenly woke up from the tip and made a thirsty chirping!

Jianming suddenly rushed into the air!

Within a few dozen feet of the surrounding area, everyone felt a throbbing in their hearts, and countless horses neighed in panic at the same time! It was as if an ancient immortal demon had suddenly descended among them, terrifying and inexplicable,

Jun Moxie took off a long knife hanging on the wall of the tent. The sword body stretched out flat and stood up. The blade of the sword was facing the sky, and then the knife was gently lowered from the sky without any effort.

chapped,

With a soft sound, the long sword with a cold light was split in two like tofu when it touched the blade of the sword, and fell to the ground slumped.

The sound was as if a sharp knife had been stabbed into wood, so subtle that it was almost inaudible. However, a long sword of a hundred battles has been broken into two pieces!

Jun Moxie breathed a sigh of relief, stroked the ridge of the sword, and said softly: "Compared with you, those so-called magic soldiers who cut iron like mud and blow their hair short. What is it? You are the real soldier. King! King of Swords!"

The long sword was silent and silent.

"Three hundred and thirty-three long knives, three hundred and thirty-three sharp swords. Three hundred and thirty-three halberds, a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine weapons, and only then did you create your sword! You" How much blood does it take to feed you? "Jun Moxie seemed to be speaking to a living person, softly and slowly.

He knew that this sword could understand it! Really understand!

The sword has a spirit, and the artifact has a soul!

The long sword trembled slightly, but didn't seem to move. But a strange halo extended from the hilt to the tip of the sword, then swam back and stopped at the ridge of the sword, still and motionless. Like a bloodthirsty viper soul. Swimming back and forth on the sword,

Jun Moxie carefully stroked his arm with the blade of the sword, a stream of fresh blood flowed out onto the sword, and the long sword was reversed. Left, the sword body is like autumn water, spotless. Bright and clean.

This action, Jun Moxie did very slowly, very serious, very pious! Even "very nostalgic"

With my blood, I nurture my weapon; with my soul. Respect my god soldier! This is the long-standing tradition of swordsmen in the Chinese nation, an ancient ritual! Since there were swordsmen in the world, this ritual has been going on for thousands of years. After the rise of hot weapons and the decline of cold weapons, it is on the verge of being!

But in this different world, at this moment, Jun Moxie performed this extremely ancient ritual to himself and his sword with his supreme piety! He wants to express his love for the long sword in this way, and remind himself in this way!

No matter where you are! I still have a yellow bloodline. Chinese descendants!

Even if there is only one person in this world!