Chapter 188 Little Stone Throwing Knife

Wang Zhu was ecstatic with the comprehension books one after another.

These books are not ancient books, but many are printed matter. However, these books are invaluable treasures to Wang Chu, and there are some notes in many books.

Wang Chu gave full play to his rote memorization skills and quickly flipped through them.

Of course, Wang Zhu did not swallow dates wholeheartedly. He judged the value of some books from the wear and tear of these books. . . . . .

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"Wang Zhu, Wang Zhu, come here quickly!" Just as Wang Zhu read with ecstasy, Shi Xiaobao's excited voice came from outside.

"What's wrong?" Wang Zhu could only put down the book, because he knew Shi Xiaobao's character, if he didn't go out, he would keep shouting like this until the sea was dry and the stone was dead.

"look!"

Shi Xiaobao raised a gleaming knife at Wang Zhu.

"Damn it, it's just a knife, so there's no need to make a fuss!" Wang stupidly scolded.

"No, no, look, stupid brother!"

Shi Xiaobao squeezed two fingers as if offering a treasure, and the knife in his hand turned into a set of seven knives, like an open fan.

"Hey, it's a little weird."

Wang Zhu took the knife from Shi Xiaobao's hand and looked at it, he was surprised.

The seven or eight knives are exactly the same, icy cold, as thin as a cicada's wings, with sharp edges on both sides, and when they are superimposed together, they immediately become a knife. Miraculously, as long as the tail is slightly wrong, the originally seamless blade immediately becomes seven knives.

"Stupid brother, this knife is weird." Shi Xiaobao said enthusiastically.

"Yes, it's just... What's the point of dividing this knife into seven?"

Wang Zhu staggered seven to one, carefully checked and compared, and found that the blades of these seven or eight knives had slight indentations, and these indentations could just fit another knife to form a A whole.

Wang Chou tested again and found that the knife is extremely willful, and it can immediately return to its original shape even after being bent into a semicircle, with amazing elasticity.

Intuition told Wang Chu that this sharp knife must have a special purpose.

"Try to see if this knife is sharp." Shi Xiaobao excitedly looked for a suitable target to test the knife.

"Yes. There is Ben Three Kingdoms on the tea table."

"Hey, this book is thick enough."

Shi Xiaobao smiled and picked up a knife, without further ado, he chopped it on the book with one knife.

Both Wang Chu and Shi Xiaobao were petrified.

The two-finger-thick Three Kingdoms was directly chopped into two pieces by a knife as thin as a cicada's wing, and the cross-section was neat.

If it was only the book that was chopped off, Shi Xiaobao and Wang Zhu would not have such a big reaction. The main reason is that the knife also cut off a corner of the coffee table under the book. You know, the coffee table is solid wood.

"Sharp!"

Wang Zhu took a deep breath and checked the edge of the blade. The blade was undamaged and not curled at all.

"There are weird ones and there are weird ones!" Shi Xiaobao took a knife from Wang Zhu's hand and checked it repeatedly, trying to find out the mystery in it.

"Hey... Xiaobao, have you noticed that this knife is thick in the front and thin in the back!" Wang Zhu said to the light.

"Yes, I also noticed that there is a heavy feeling in front..."

"Haha, I know the purpose of this knife!" Wang Zhu suddenly laughed.

"I know too!" Shi Xiaobao danced.

"Let's talk together. Three, two, one!"

"Flying knife!"

Wang Zhu and Shi Xiaobao said in unison.

"Quack quack quack quack..." Wang Zhu and Shi Xiaobao laughed strangely triumphantly.

"What's the matter?" Han Bing, who was wearing a thick bathrobe, came out of the bathroom rubbing his hair with a dry towel, and asked curiously when he saw the two laughing strangely.

"Hey, we found the baby." Shi Xiaobao raised the knife in his hand and shook it in the air.

"Take it if you like it, the things in this villa,

Most of them belong to Wu Zijian, and I have no use for them. If you like them, just take them. "

"Really?" Shi Xiaobao's eyes opened like lanterns.

"Really." Han Bing smiled.

"Hahaha...that's great, that's great, Brother Stupid, don't fight me, this throwing knife is mine...no no...our brothers One game, three for you, four for me, hehe..."

"I don't need it. Take it if you like. Besides, this throwing knife is a set. If it is separated, it will not be so full when it is closed."

"Wow haha...Thank you stupid brother, thank you stupid brother, I just accepted it......Wait, I have to give this throwing knife a majestic name...a majestic name ...Little Li Feidao, stupid brother, isn't Xiao Li Feidao majestic?" Shi Xiaobao smiled from ear to ear.

"......prestige."

"It's still not good. The owner of Little Li Feidao is Li Xunhuan. My surname is Shi, so let's call him Xiaoshi Feidao." Shi Xiaobao muttered to himself.

"Xiaoshi Flying Knife..." Wang Zhu had a defeated expression on his face.

"Hee hee, Xiaoshi Flying Knife, catchy, very good, so it was decided, the name of these seven throwing knives is Xiaoshi Flying Dao... Xiaoshi Flying Knife is a worthy example! Shi Xiaobao's Flying knives, fast and accurate, are dedicated to punishing bad guys; bad guys in the martial arts are all daring. Shi Xiaobao is also known as Liu Rugongzi. Spending money like dirt; five, throwing knives like flying; six, seeing death as home. The unrestrained Xiaoshi often breaks the hearts of all the beauties in the world for the sake of brotherhood... "

"Break the hearts of all the beauties in the world... Puff..." Wang Zhu couldn't help but spit out.

"Smile, I will make all the women in the world fall in love with me, Shi Xiaobao!"

Shi Xiaobao glared at Wang Zhu, went to the kitchen and took out a cutting board, took off the majestic landscape painting in the living room, crumpled it up and threw it in the trash can, hung up the cutting board, and began to practice throwing knives.

"Brother Bao, this is an ancient painting!" Wang Zhu picked up the landscape painting from the trash can with a distressed expression.

"An ancient painting... I gave it to you."

snatch!

Shi Xiaobao didn't even bother to take a look, and with all his strength, he slammed a flying knife towards the cutting board hanging on the wall. The flying knife turned into a streamer, stared at the wall at least half a foot away from the cutting board, and let out a There was a buzzing and trembling sound, giving people a thrilling feeling.

Looking at the flying knife nailed to the wall, Wang Zhu, who was about to make fun of Shi Xiaobao, suddenly turned petrified.

Like Wang Chu, Shi Xiaobao also had a petrified face.

Even Han Bing, who was drying his hair with a hair dryer, looked dull.

The flying knife on the wall has not reached the handle.

It's incredible.

After being stunned for a while, Shi Xiaobao carefully pulled the knife out from the wall, the blade was still like a pool of autumn water, the blade was unscathed, and it shone with a palpitating cold light.

"I found the treasure!"

Shi Xiaobao caressed the icy blade lightly with obsession.

"I found the treasure... I'll go and have a look too..."

As stupid as waking up from a dream, Wang rushed to the study to search, hoping to find the good things left by Wu Zijian and his son.

"What are you looking for?" Han Bing had already followed in and asked.

"just looking around."

"Cultivation real thing?"

"Ah..." Wang Zhu's expression suddenly froze. He didn't expect that Han Bing knew about cultivation.

"Zijian was very kind to me at the beginning, but after he started to practice, his hostility became more and more violent, and his personality became more and more violent... After that, we divorced It's gone..." Han Bing looked sad.

"Oh..." Wang Zhu didn't know how to answer.

"Wang stupid, I advise you not to cultivate, those books have changed people's temperament..."

"It's okay, I'm just researching, and I'm not a cultivator yet." Wang stupidly said perfunctorily.

"Wang stupid, let me show you something."

"Oh."

Wang Zhu followed Han Bing to the second floor. After entering the bedroom, he pressed a button under a vase, and a wall slowly moved, revealing a secret room.

The moment the door slowly opened, Wang Chu felt his scalp explode, as if a chilly air was swirling in the secret room.

"He used to practice here for a while. You see."

Han Bing glanced back at Wang Chu, motioning him to look at the surrounding walls.

On the wall, there are some mottled black traces, shocking.

"Blood?!" Wang Zhu's spine shivered inexplicably.

"Yes, blood. He often goes crazy when he is practicing, so he built this strong secret room and locked himself up to practice. The short period is ten days and a half months, and the long period is several months."

"A few months?" Wang Zhu couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, he couldn't imagine what it would be like for a person to go without food for several months.

"Yes."

"What does he eat?"

"He doesn't eat anything, all he wants is jade... You see, he bought all these jades because he spent too much money on ancient jades, and because he didn't care about the business, New Oriental Wu The school was unable to make ends meet... In the end, his character became more and more irritable, beating and scolding at every turn..."

"It's okay, it's okay, he's dead."

Wang Chou followed the direction Han Bing was pointing at and found out that under the wall, there was a large pile of dull-colored jade objects. Obviously, the aura of these jade objects had been absorbed by Wu Zijian.

Inexplicably, Wang Stupid was afraid after a while.

It can be seen from these jade objects that Wu Zijian's cultivation base is already very deep, and he was able to kill him entirely by luck.

It seems that self-cultivation is a high-level sport, and it cannot be imitated by ordinary dicks.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhu was secretly vigilant.

If there is not enough wealth support, the result of indulging in cultivation is likely to be a big change in temperament, and finally become alienated.

"How did these bloodstains come from?" Wang Zhu was a little puzzled.

"He often self-mutilates because he can't comprehend. Occasionally, when he is in a good mood, he will tell me that his cultivation will continue to encounter bottlenecks. Every time he encounters a bottleneck, it will be better if it goes well. Anxious..."

"..."

Looking at the radiating mottled blood on the wall, Wang Chan had a creepy feeling, he could imagine how crazy and hysterical Wu Zijian was at that time.