Chapter 222: Ba Lang Dao, Straight Sword, Beloved Companion

Xiaoman couldn't help but be curious: "Why don't you give him Wangyou Rouge to get drunk? Can't you just use blood-tonifying pills?"

Rouge Zui is rice wine brewed from Rouge Rice and aged in a warehouse for more than one year. After ten times of aging acceleration, it equals an old wine of more than ten years.

Increasing blood gas, enhancing blood gas activity and running speed are just its general effects.

It is magical because it has a special effect - forgetting worries. After drinking it, you will fall asleep drunk and the negative emotions in your heart will be eliminated.

The earliest purple ale wine also had this effect, but the taste was far inferior to rouge wine, so it was replaced.

Gu Ke chuckled and shook his head: "Insufficient blood and promotion cost too much. Is this a problem for us?"

The three girls shook their heads in unison. Xiaoman and Xiaoping'er had always been worried about being promoted too quickly and consuming too much blood.

"Qiu Wu is talented enough. Even if he is injured internally and his arm is missing, becoming a second rounder is not a problem. The key is how he can advance to the third round." He continued: "Dawu's martial arts requires a strong mind and a firm will. "

"After he was injured and disabled, his mind and will fell into a trough for a long time and he lacked fighting spirit."

"Fortunately, he is just decadent and has not completely given up escaping, so as long as he regains his energy, there is still a good chance in the third round."

"Rouge drunkenness can make him completely put aside his previous worries and start over. Maybe he can be a blessing in disguise, break and then stand again, and improve his mind and will to a higher level. Then the third round will be a sure thing."

Xiaoman nodded repeatedly, looking like "Lao Gu, you are so awesome."

Xiao Ping'er frowned and thought seriously about the martial arts theory and logic involved.

Salanzhu simultaneously entered this passage into the "Palace Master's Xiaoyu" in the dictionary.

Thinking about martial arts? What's the use?

Anyway, she doesn't need to practice martial arts. Only those who can be the master's tool with peace of mind are good palace spirits.

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The next day was also the fourth day that Wanshiwuwu opened its stall.

After a dreamless night, Qiu Wu woke up from a deep sleep, hearing the sound of a group of children reading books in his ears.

After staring at the unfamiliar ceiling of the bamboo building for several seconds, he remembered what happened yesterday and sat up suddenly.

Turning around, he saw Xiaoman and the others teaching children how to read dozens of feet away.

The children frowned, but they were all serious.

Qiu Wu stared blankly for a while, then stood up, walked to the counter, and bowed to Gu Ke who was copying books inside: "Thank you, sir, for the medicine."

When he woke up, he felt refreshed and full of energy. He had not felt so good in more than ten years.

He was not stupid, so he naturally thought of the pot of rouge drunk he drank yesterday.

Gu Ke put down his book and nodded: "No need to be polite, you can eat first."

As he spoke, he took out a large bowl of noodles and four steamed buns and put them on the counter in front of him.

The noodles are slightly wide, white and dark in color, with a large spoonful of brownish-red meat sauce poured on top, and green and white chives sprinkled on top, swaying lightly in the red and oily soup.

Four fist-sized buns, the size and shape look like they were carved out of a mold.

The heat continued to rise from the noodles and steamed buns, and the aroma penetrated Qiu Wu's nose.

He swallowed: "Thank you, sir."

Gu Ke waved his hand, picked up the book and pen again and started writing.

Qiu Wu took down the noodles and steamed buns from the upper counter, put them on the table in front of him, and used his chopsticks.

I hesitated for less than a breath between the two, and decisively chose noodles.

The most important thing about noodles is heat.

Not only kneading and cooking the noodles, but also the time to mix the noodles after taking them out of the pot.

Some noodles become lumpy if mixed too late, and the taste is not that bad.

When you take a bite of the noodles, the slightly hot juice seems to have just come out of the pot, mixed with the meat and noodles. It is salty and spicy, and the meat is fragrant with the noodles.

Qiu Wu felt as if his whole body was "alive".

For so many years, I was in a state of confusion, eating just to fill my stomach.

But at this moment, this bowl of noodles made him feel alive.

Just like the sour, sweet, spicy and salty noodles, it can make your tongue numb and your mouth feel like fire, but it also makes your body hot, sweaty and blood boiling.

Perhaps, this is how life is.

Life can't be just sweet, without sour and bitter.

After finishing a bowl of noodles and four big buns with noodle soup, Qiu Wu had tears in his eyes and runny nose.

He couldn't tell whether it was due to the heat or other reasons.

I wiped away my tears and blew my nose with the soft paper next to me, but I felt great overall.

Gu Ke did not raise his head, but pointed with his right hand holding the pen: "There are toilets and bathrooms over there. There are toiletries and a change of clothes on your bamboo couch. Take care of yourself and come to me again."

Qiu Wu lowered his head subconsciously and looked at himself. He had been traveling continuously for the past few days and had not cleaned up. He was covered in dirt.

Look at Gu Ke, and the three girls and children not far away, all wearing plain and neat linen robes and cloth shoes.

His face turned red, and after thanking him repeatedly, he went to get his clothes and supplies, and hurried to the toilet and bathroom.

After almost half an hour, Qiu Wucai came back refreshed and in a relaxed mood.

Simply taking a bath wouldn't take that long, mainly because of the few herbs Gu Ke added to the noodle soup base, which had the effect of cleaning old wounds and impurities in the body.

Qiu Wu has been traveling around these years, and his internal condition is not good, so the time will inevitably be longer.

He is not like those children. As a martial artist, he is much more sensitive to his own situation.

A pot of rouge can relieve the depression in the chest, and a breakfast can remove toxins and nourish, so that the body and spirit can be adjusted to the best state.

With such a magical method, Qiu Wu became more and more respectful to Gu Ke.

Gu Ke didn't take it seriously, put down the skill book he copied in his hand, and looked at him calmly: "Qiu Wu, let me ask you again - do you still want to practice martial arts well and kill monsters?"

Qiu Wu couldn't help but glance at his empty right arm, and his face no longer had the depression of yesterday: "I think. Master Meng gave me the medicine, and I feel that there is hope for the second round. Then I will no longer be helpless in the face of monsters, and I will definitely kill someone." Enough."

Gu Ke asked: "Can you read?"

Qiu Wu: "To tell you what, sir, I went to a private school for several years when I was a child, and I know most Chinese characters."

Gu Ke nodded, picked up a skill book written just today from the side, and put it on the counter: "Then take a look at this knife skills book first. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

"Thank you, sir." Qiu Wu's heart was beating wildly, and he respectfully reached out to take it. He saw three big words written on the cover - "Ba Lang Dao".

Open the cover: "The swordsman is the bravest among soldiers, resolute and courageous, fearless and fearless. With the sword in hand, there is nothing that cannot be cut..."

Qiu Wu's mind was almost instantly immersed in it, as if he saw a huge knife with heavy and fierce power, cutting through countless monsters and coming out of the formation.

Gu Ke's mind swept over Qiu Wu, and he was very satisfied with his level of devotion.

Spreading his hands, a wide piece of Purple Emperor Bingxin Bamboo and an unknown hatchet appeared in his hands.

He held the hatchet very skillfully, pulled it down smoothly, and cut off long bamboo shavings from beginning to end with a sizzling sound.

As the most common weapon, swords and guns have been made by him countless times.

Apart from those fancy and messy special shapes, there are only a dozen or so basic shapes of swords and guns that are truly classic and practical.

Things such as the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, Fangtian Painting Halberd, and Zhangba Snake Spear have no practical significance for most people, and may be more appropriately regarded as "private customization."

On the other hand, the classic and practical weapon shape is suitable for most people. At most, it can be adjusted slightly according to personal body and habits.

The piece of purple emperor ice heart bamboo that is more than ten years old is taken from a complete bamboo section. It is over an inch thick and over one and a half meters long.

Not to mention the bamboo slices are straight, from the surface to the inner wall, they show a crystal clear and moist purple color.

It's slightly cool to start with, but its texture is so tough that it's hard to damage the blood of a second-rounder.

In other words, Gu Ke's damage attribute was extremely high, and when he rested with a small hatchet, it was no different from an ordinary bamboo splinter.

With a constant swishing sound, the curvature of the inner and outer walls was flattened, a flat bevel was cut out of the tool head, and a tail hole was drilled out of the end of the tool handle.

Then take out a strip of strong +5 bisque cloth, pass it through the tail hole, and then wrap it tightly around the handle. A simple and unpretentious purple bamboo straight knife is completed.

Putting it on the counter casually, Gu Ke picked up the book and pen again and started copying the skill book.

Time passes, and an hour passes in the blink of an eye.

Qiu Wu finally woke up from "Ba Lang Dao", with an expression of satisfaction and reluctance on his face.

He raised his gaze, swept across the purple jade-like strip on the counter, and then moved back suddenly: "This is..."

Gu Ke tossed it casually, and a small black seal slowly floated in front of Qiu Wu: "Hold it firmly, concentrate, and imagine the situation when you make the most powerful strike."

Qiu Wu subconsciously grabbed the small seal and did as he was told.

But when he imagined the slash, he couldn't help but feel a hint of the "Ba Lang Dao" he had just watched.

Hey, with this understanding and luck, should I be said to be a person worthy of the attention of heaven and earth? Gu Ke raised his eyebrows, and with a thought, he led Qiu Wu to hold the hand of the unknown black seal, and his mind was immersed in the strongest sword, and hit the Zizhu sword hard.

bite!

A slightly concave word "war" is printed on the surface of the blade.

Moreover, when the seal knives struck each other, they made the sound of metal and stone, and the lingering sound echoed through the entire hall.

All the children turned their heads to look curiously.

Qiu Wu was also awakened from the "strongest sword" by this sound.

Looking at the purple bamboo straight knife in front of me, I suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of closeness, as if it was my beloved, my soul mate.

Then... a white hand appeared in the field of vision and snatched away his beloved and partner: "Hey, this knife seems to be of high quality."

Xiaoman held up the Zizhu straight sword and looked at it in surprise. He touched the blade of the sword unceremoniously with his other hand, with a look of surprise on his face: "It can actually resist the entry of my blood energy. It turns out it is a special weapon."

Putting the straight knife back in front of Qiu Wu, she nodded sternly: "Young man, you made a profit this time. Not everyone can create their own exclusive weapon in one go."

Qiu Wu was tangled in his heart and looked at Gu Ke with a look of prayer in his eyes.

Gu Ke nodded: "Take it, it belongs to you, don't let this exclusive weapon become dusty."

Qiu Wu almost instantly grabbed the Zizhu straight knife in his hand, leaned it in his arms, and stroked its blade with great concentration.

When Xiaoman saw this, he felt some goosebumps for no reason. He ducked back and yelled at the child who was looking at the counter: "What are you looking at? No matter how good the thing is, you can't even use your strength."

Gu Ke smiled in his heart when he heard this.

He had just helped, using his spiritual thoughts to guide Qiu Wu's spiritual consciousness into the nameless black seal, and carved a war mark on this purple bamboo straight knife.

If Qiu Wu's luck is average, there is a high probability that he will get a weapon suitable for his use.

But he was so lucky that he unintentionally matched the essence of the Balang Sword when he smashed the war seal.

After Gu Ke chose to end manufacturing, this Zizhu straight sword became Qiu Wu's exclusive weapon.

The difference between the two is that weapons are similar to tools. Their main advantage is that they are easy to use and Gu Ke can make them easily.

The exclusive weapon can barely be regarded as a monkey version of "magic weapon" or even "spiritual weapon", which has a trace of spirituality and can actively adapt to the owner.

In the hands of its owner, it can greatly reduce the consumption of blood and energy, and at the same time exert a stronger power.

In this respect, Qiu Wu felt that this purple bamboo straight knife was like his beloved partner, or his children's pet, and it was not an illusion.

But if the exclusive weapon fell into the hands of others, it would weaken the consumption and power of blood and energy output, so it is better not to use it.

This is why Xiaoman realized that it was an exclusive weapon after touching it.

In the cave, except for the eldest lady's cloud pattern pan, which was formed by coincidence, the second exclusive weapon that was successfully formed at one time was Xiaoman's indestructible stone knife.

God knows why it was used as a portable kitchen knife by Xiaoman, and it became her exclusive weapon smoothly.

In comparison, Sister Bai's purple shadow sky-breaking sword was not so lucky. Gu Ke made hundreds of bamboo swords before he was lucky enough to transform one into her exclusive weapon.

Qiu Wu's purple bamboo straight knife succeeded at once, with a basic attribute of firmness +5 and a special attribute of breaking evil +5.

Basic attribute firmness is very common, and the attribute of breaking evil is attached to the purple emperor ice heart bamboo, which can be said to be the lowest grade.

But both are the highest +5, which is a great luck.

An extremely firm weapon that can be used to kill demons, combined with the low energy consumption and high lethality of the exclusive martial arts soldiers, is practical enough.

Now Qiu Wu has this knife, and it is not difficult to kill Baigui and demon soldiers one-on-one.

Gu Ke did not disturb Qiu Wu and his beloved partner, and let him do whatever he wanted with it.

After a while, he apologized to Gu Ke, took the straight knife to the corner, and practiced the Tyrant Wave Knife with great interest.

This practice lasted for more than an hour.

When he was satisfied and put away his posture, he found that Gu Ke and Xiaoman were nowhere to be seen - in fact, they went back to the second floor to rest.

The eldest brother of the children, Jiang Shun, stood by and watched Qiu Wu practice the knife for a long time, looking very interested.

Seeing that he had put away his knife, he came over to tell Qiu Wu that his lunch was still warm in the steamer at the counter and he could take it himself.

Qiu Wu did not underestimate Jiang Shun because of his age and exchanged names with him.

The two, one big and one small, chatted while waiting for Qiu Wu to clean up and wash up, and then went to the steamer at the counter to take out lunch - a big bowl of assorted fried rice and a plate of kimchi.

The fried rice, which was mainly made of Changbai fragrant rice, had white rice grains, green peas, red shrimps and brown mushrooms, which looked very good.

The sour and spicy kimchi, which was poured with red oil, was even more delicious with rice.

Qiu Wu couldn't stop eating after he started, until he had scooped up half a bowl of rice, and then he slowed down under the burning gaze of Jiang Shun next to him: "Brother Jiang, do you have something to say to me?"