Evil King

Chapter 403 The Real Divine Armament

I really can’t blame the guards for not doing their best. You said that a knife disappeared in a trance in the sight of as many as fifty people under the tight protection of as many as fifty people… This mysterious spirit is extremely strange. How to guard against things? And this kind of thing is not one or two things. The other lost weapons are all in this way, they are all lost inexplicably to the extreme…

It’s really hard to guard against.

Forget it, isn’t it just a sword and a sword…

All the people who lost their weapons were comforting themselves, and at the same time yelled: Oh, you have such a thief ability, and it is more than enough to steal the emperor’s treasury. You have nothing to do to steal a few broken knives?

It’s really hard to understand! Grass!

In the past few days, Dugu Xiaoyi has almost exhausted all his abilities and launched a powerful offensive against Jun Moxie. This sturdy little girl finally got anxious after watching Qing Han’s cultivation to become a positive result!

For the sake of her future life-long happiness, the little girl doesn’t care what others think or think about, so that the big brothers of the Dugu family who followed the expedition this time bubbled in anxious mouths, but it was useless…

On the contrary, Guan Qinghan had completely returned to the cold and cold normal state after the big account was discussed that day, and he hadn’t said anything to Jun Moxie. Fearing to avoid them, Jun Moxie is not discouraged.

The thickness of the face of this big Young Master really has reached the point where the city wall turns, and this period of time has opened the eyes of many soldiers!

Jun Moxie didn’t have to pester Guan Qinghan. Every morning, I came around, said hello to the soldiers nearby, then knocked on the door, and then ate the door behind closed doors, and then went back to chat with the soldiers, waited for the two women to come out to wash, and then went up to ask, and said with a smile on his face. Two sentences, whether you care about him or ignore him, never get entangled. Well, it’s over in the morning.

He was finished, but Dugu Xiaoyi had trouble. Sometimes he didn’t wait for the grooming to finish, and he just wrapped Jun Moxie directly. It was exactly the same as Jun Moxie’s use of Guan Qinghan. Jun Moxie’s reaction was even similar to Guan Qinghan’s, no If you are not close, if you are away, so Dugu Xiaoyi fought and fought more and more courageously, repeated defeats and fought, repeating the cycle, and there was a tendency of frustration and frustration, so the three of them cycled like this…At noon, this cycle is repeated again, and in the evening, it continues to cycle again and again…

Afterwards, the soldiers lost interest in watching the show… You three can’t do anything about it? Are you bothering you all the time? I rely on you not to bother us, the big bosses are all looking annoyed…

But there is another thing that makes everyone very strange. Most people get up in the morning with energy, at least not to be listless, but Young Master Jun looks very tired after going to bed in the morning. It’s as if I didn’t do a good job all night, and after a few days, even the small face tended to become thinner. I had to eat breakfast and rest for a while before I gradually regained my energy and became alive again…

Everyone is very strange. It seems that Young Master Jun has no place to be tired at night. He lives alone. How could he be so tired? Didn’t see him work during the day, what’s the matter? Qinghan Miss and Dugu Miss have fallen asleep early these few days. It shouldn’t be them, so who else can?

For this abnormal phenomenon, Uncle Dongfang asked Qingqing for a long time, and finally quietly called his nephew aside, sneakingly instructed: Mo Xie, young people must know how to restrain themselves. Uncle also knows that your kid enjoyed that wonderful taste for the first time, but suddenly cut off and had nowhere to vent, and it was uncomfortable. Uncle was also young. Of course he understood very well, but you… Try to restrain yourself as much as possible. Don’t hold back the death once every night. Don’t spend several times a night. The thing is enjoyable, but it’s really hurtful, especially for those of us who practice martial arts. Children and grandchildren are not a good thing, so we must be temperate…

Jun Moxie’s eyes stared, and he was dumbfounded when he listened to his uncle’s earnest teaching, Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry…

“Uncle, you think too much, I am not…” Young Master Jun hurriedly distinguished. Oh my god, where is this and that.

“What’s not?!” Dongfang Qinqing glared, then he took a sigh of relief, and set an example: “Everyone is a man, I am your uncle. Your little uncle is not clear, what can’t you say? Yes? Why are you so embarrassed? It’s normal for young men and women to have that need, and my uncle is also here… I think I was young, and there is no restraint, oh… In short and in short… Don’t do this kind of thing in the future, know? Uncle is for you Okay, don’t say no, just listen and do it!”

Young Master Jun had a black line on his face, extremely speechless, and arrived home depressed. My uncle has personally learned a lesson from the past, what else can I say? What dare you say? !

“Haha… everyone understands… young people, there is always a big fire, um, um, try to restrain yourself, keep quiet…” Dongfang Wenqing kindly patted his nephew on the shoulder, restoring the extraordinarily solemn spirit. The strong man’s temperament filled his uncle’s arrogance, Shi Shiran walked out, quite a sense of satisfaction of teaching and educating people.

Fortunately, I discovered it early. My nephew was not addicted, so I hurried to teach by precepts and deeds. If I waited to form a habit in the future, it would be really bad, just like myself back then, alas, the past is unbearable. Wow… Dongfang Shenxuan was smug and walked out with a bit of sadness.

When Jun Moxie later inquired, he learned from the other two uncles that although this uncle had a lot of wives and concubines, he had no children, no one under his knees, and no one to follow the incense… but the more so, the more Concubine, the more you take concubine, the less you don’t…have formed a vicious circle…

At present, the number of wives and concubines in the East is said to have numbered forty to fifty… This is a pretty terrifying number! Even if the rain and dew of this kind of rotation are covered in one night, it will take almost two months…

I see!

Jun Moxie chuckled secretly, thinking about it, and using his medical skills and medicinal materials to help his uncle recover the ability to have children, it was perfectly possible… But what, how can I say?

Besides, today this old man saves others by his own self, unexpectedly put such a big hat on this Young Master without asking for mercy. It seems that it is impossible not to retaliate. He is an uncle, and retaliation by force is definitely not justified. As for the others…well…just wait until the Eastern Family Family to talk about it…this matter can’t be rushed.

Seeing his uncle walk away, Jun Moxie hurriedly returned to his own tent, flipped his wrist, and a sharp sword appeared in his hand. This sword was two feet and four long, which was a full six minutes shorter than the traditional three-foot Qingfeng. The sword is less than three minutes wide, the thickness is moderate, and the hilt is not decorated at all. As far as the external shape of this sword is concerned, it is awkward and simple, and unremarkable.

But it is sharp!

As soon as the sword was taken out, the temperature in the entire tent seemed to drop suddenly, sternly! Even at noon when the sun was shining brightly, suddenly there was a feeling of dusk in the tent!

From the body to the tip of the sword, it seems to be swallowing the faint cold flames. It does not actually shine. It stays quietly in Jun Moxie’s hands, but naturally there is a kind of soldier that shocks everything. The king’s bearing! People will feel that the body of the sword seems to be shining brightly in the dark!

Jun Moxie’s fingers flicked the blade lightly, and almost at the same time, an unusually clear cry came out, like a bloodthirsty poisonous dragon that had been sleeping for thousands of years suddenly awakened from its dream and let out a hungry cry!

Jian Ming suddenly rushed into the air!

Within a radius of several tens of feet, everyone felt throbbing in their hearts, and countless horses hissed in panic at the same time! It’s as if there is an ancient, immortal Devil suddenly falling among them, terrifying inexplicably…

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

嚓…

With a soft sound, the moment this shining long knife touched the blade, it split into two naturally like tofu, and fell to the ground…

This soft sound, like a sharp knife inserted into the wood, was so subtle that it was almost inaudible. However, a long sword of a hundred wars has been broken in two!

Jun Moxie sighed lightly, stroked the spine of the sword, and whispered softly: “Compared with you, those so-called Divine Armament with cut iron and short hair, what are they? You are the real soldier. The King! The King of the Sword!”

The long sword was silent, silent.

“Three hundred and thirty-three long swords, three hundred and thirty-three sharp swords, and three hundred and thirty-three long halberds, a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine weapons, made 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 knows, this sword, it understands it! Really understand!

The sword has spirit, and the artifact has soul!

The long sword trembled lightly and did not seem to move, but a strange halo stretched from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and it swam back again, stopping on the spine of the sword, not moving. Like a bloodthirsty snake soul, swimming back and forth on the sword…

Jun Moxie carefully stroked his arm with the blade of the sword, and a strand of blood flowed out and onto the body of the sword. The long sword reversed, and the strand of blood was smeared on the entire body of the sword, and then followed the tip of the sword. Leaving, the sword body is like autumn water, spotless, bright and clean.

Jun Moxie did this movement very slowly, very seriously, and very piously! Even… I miss…

With my blood, nourish me a weapon; with my soul, respect me Divine Armament! This is the tradition of swordsmen of the Chinese nation for a long time, an ancient ceremony! Since there were swordsmen in the world, this ceremony has lasted for thousands of years. After the rise of hot weapons and the decline of cold weapons, it has been on the verge of being lost!

But in this Otherworld, at this moment, Jun Moxie used his own supreme piety, and performed this unusually ancient ritual to himself and his own sword! He wanted to express his love for the long sword in this way, and also remind himself in this way!

No matter where you are! I am still of Yanhuang blood, a descendant of China!

Even if between this world, there is only me! (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)