My wife is number one in the world

"Gravity is that nothing can break through the shackles of the ground under your feet, just like why do apples fall downward? Why can't people fall high? Why can't people leave the ground high? Why do objects fall on the ground instead of stopping Midair, this is the effect of gravity! Do you understand?" Young Master Liu explained to Wen Renzheng what is called the law of gravity as easy as possible.

Wen Renzheng watched with slight hesitation as the eloquent Young Master Liu stood up from the stone bench and walked out of the gazebo, looking at the weeping willows by the lake, the clear water and blue sky slowly raised his steps, as if the lotus was growing step by step in the void In the same way, he walked up to a height of four or five feet out of thin air, and then slowly walked down from the other side of the gazebo.

Walking more than ten meters out of thin air is really like a heavenly being.

Then Wen Renzheng walked into the gazebo and looked at the red sandalwood box on the stone table and slapped it lightly, the wooden box opened in response, and a simple and simple sword lay inside, the scabbard was so simple that it was completely invisible No matter what material it is made of, the hilt is as smooth as jade, and a gem the size of a thumb is inlaid on the hilt, adding a third of magnificence.

Wen Renzheng gently stroked the sword with a fascinated expression, and the sword in the box trembled slightly: "Old man, it's time to change." Then he pinched the sword with his right hand and swung it upwards, and the sword flew out of the box, Flying half a circle around the gazebo, it stood straight in front of Wen Renzheng, trembling slightly with a sword chant.

Wen Renzheng looked at the stunned First Young Master Liu with his sword pointing horizontally: "The gravitational force you just mentioned?"

Young Master Liu wiped away the saliva from the corner of his mouth regardless of his appearance, and staggered around the floating sword twice: "No one can hold down Newton's coffin now. The west belongs to Newton, and the east belongs to him. Big brother is awesome in management."

With a slap, Young Master Liu slapped himself hard: "It's not a dream, it's true, Yun'er took me across the Qinhuai River back then, didn't you tell the old man about gravity to kill you?"

Looking at First Young Master Liu who was circling around the Heavenly Sword, Wen Renzheng smiled mysteriously: "This kind of sword is rare in the world, do you want it?"

Liu Mingzhi nodded fiercely: "Think!"

"Really?"

"My mother, a flying sword, if you don't want it, you will be a ghost."

"Okay, I'll send you off!" Wen Renzheng waved his finger horizontally, and the Heavenly Sword flew directly into Young Master Liu's hand.

It's just that the Heavenly Sword trembled honestly in Wen Renzheng's hands in Young Master Liu's hands, as if he didn't want to stay in the hands of Young Master Liu at all.

The coldness of the sword awakened Liu Mingzhi from his stupor: "Old man, what are you doing?"

Wen Renzheng stroked his beard: "Don't you want it?"

Liu Mingzhi wanted to refute, but looking at the Heavenly Sword in his hand, he only said one thing: "I..." and there was no further text.

Tianjian's reaction was even more intense, with a faint feeling of letting go.

Wen Renzheng suddenly sighed: "Old man, it's time to change. The era of the old has passed, and the era of theirs has just begun. A good bird chooses a wooden daughter-in-law. You, a psychic sword, are willing to fight with the old. Will Guiyin be lost in the mountains from now on?"

"Boy, draw out your sword."

Although Liu Mingzhi didn't understand why, he obediently obeyed his orders, holding the scabbard with his left hand and the hilt with his right hand, and pulled it out forcefully.

Immediately, a cold light shot out, the surrounding air became cold, and the light of the sword body faintly overshadowed the sun's brilliance, shining in the entire gazebo.

Wen Renzheng's cloudy eyes flashed a cold light: "Sure enough, you really pulled it out, old man, he will be your master from now on."

The Heavenly Sword didn't make any trembling this time, just like an ordinary treasured sword, it stayed obediently in Young Master Liu's hands without any response.

Hey, it's so fucking interesting, Liu Mingzhi looked at the unresponsive sword in his hand with quite a surprised expression.Looking carefully at the body of the sword, there are two ancient seal characters written on the body of the sword.

First Young Master Liu frowned and looked at the two ancient seal characters on the sword. Oh no, what should I do if I don't know them?This font doesn't look like the font of the recent dynasty, or even the font of the Han Dynasty. It seems to be more ancient. As for when the font Liu Mingzhi really smeared.

It's a good boy to ask if you don't understand, Liu Mingzhi raised the sword body and pointed at the two ancient seals on it, looked at Wen Renzheng timidly and said hesitantly: "Da Liu?"

Wen Renzheng let out a muffled snort, and said two words coldly after a while: "Heavenly Sword."

The Heavenly Sword in Young Master Liu's hand trembled slightly.

Chapter 192 Can't afford it

Chapter 192 Can't afford it

Young Master Liu smiled embarrassingly and stroked the blade gently: "Hey, just kidding, how can you still take it seriously? Can't afford it, can't you afford it?" A mouthful of authentic Central Plains Mandarin came out.

The Heavenly Sword trembled twice and calm was restored, and the breeze came slowly. Liu Mingzhi put the Heavenly Sword back into the scabbard, holding the sword with both hands and looked at Wen Renzheng who was standing with his hands behind his back with a serious expression: "The old man is not blessed with such a sword boy!" If you get it, you should keep it for yourself, after all, it is your beloved, and you can't take it just because you love it."

Wen Renzheng looked at the Heavenly Sword in Young Master Liu's hands with nostalgia in his eyes and shook his head slightly: "The Heavenly Sword is a sacred object, and those who are destined can get it. The moment you pull out the Heavenly Sword, it no longer belongs to you." Old man, from now on it has only one owner, and that is you Liu Mingzhi, and only you can pull it out."

Liu Mingzhi looked at the Heavenly Sword in his hand suspiciously, is it so mysterious?I'm afraid you are not lying to me.

Seeing Liu Mingzhi's expression, Wen Renzheng, an old man like Wen Renzheng, couldn't figure out what he was thinking: "Everything has spirituality, especially weapons and mounts. They have enough arrogance. People choose, they only choose suitable masters." Suddenly Wen Renzheng stretched out his hand to pull out the Heavenly Sword in Liu Mingzhi's hand, the sword body trembled, but there was no gap between the sword body and the scabbard, and it stayed motionless in Liu Mingzhi's hand .

It's hard to imagine that with Wen Renzheng's ability to cross the void, he can't draw a sword, it's simply unimaginable.

Liu Mingzhi flicked the sword lightly in disbelief, and the cold light reflected the entire interior and exterior of the gazebo again, exuding a chilling aura. Liu Mingzhi reinserted the sword into the scabbard, and the surroundings once again fell into the warm wind.

"Damn it, it's even better than recognizing the master with a drop of blood. Is this really a sword?"

"Heavenly Sword, also known as Tianwen, is rumored to have been forged by more than 100 craftsmen in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods. It took three years of painstaking efforts to cast the Heavenly Sword. On the day of the sword, the wind and clouds changed, and thunder and lightning struck. On the day the sword body was formed, a hundred skilled craftsmen lost all their body essence and blood and died. This sword has been cast for thousands of years, and fourteen have been replaced successively. Master, more than 800 bodies have drank blood.

As for the authenticity, there is no way to know whether it is true or false. It was handed down to the old man to drink six hundred and sixty-six blood, and there is no wronged soul. The body of the sword is cold, and the iron cuts like mud. The only weapon in the world that can stand shoulder to shoulder with it is that you will naturally know it in the future. You are It recognizes No.15 as the master, the magic soldier chooses the master, there is cause and effect. "

Liu Mingzhi never imagined that the sword in his hand would have such a glorious history: "Old man, the forged weapon on his sword is the Heavenly Sword, why is it called Tianwen?"

"In the beginning of ancient times, who preached the Taoism? How did you test it before going up and down? How can you know how to understand it? Feng Yi is only an image.

"Qu Zi's Heavenly Question?" First Young Master Liu seemed to have read this handed down article, but it was too profound, and Liu Mingzhi didn't understand what it meant.

Wen Renzheng nodded: "That's right, it is Qu Zi's Tian Wen. It is said that the name of Tian Wen is that his second-generation master took the name of this sword with the help of Qu Zi's Tian Wen. He said that the Heavenly Sword was made of meteoric iron from outside the sky, so his master asked the sky about the origin of this sword, but it was all passed on by word of mouth, and the time was too long, and no one knew how much water it contained. More and more people don't know that Tianjian also has a name called Tianwen, and most of them call it the name of the sword body, Tianjian."

"So Ga is like that, but who is his second master?"

Wen Renzheng sighed, looked at Liu Mingzhi complicatedly and said three words softly.

Young Master Liu looked at the old man in disbelief. At this moment, he only hated books until he used them up, and he didn't know anything else except shit.Is it so awesome?

"Old man, don't lie to me because I don't study much!"

"Now you are his master. Everything in the past is gone with the wind, so it doesn't matter if it is true or not?"

"The old man is right, so it doesn't matter if it is true or not? The boy is just a little shocked. If he is really the second owner of this sword, the boy has really found a treasure."

ps: I am afraid of being struck by thunder when I write anything, so I have to think carefully and feel tired.

Chapter 193 Come For Me

Chapter 193 Come For Me

"Heavenly Sword is an extraordinary sword. Its nine-style sword song has been passed down from generation to generation. However, the old man does not like to kill by nature, so he modified the original nine-style sword song to incorporate the nine calligraphy postures, writing, turning, hiding the front, hiding the head, and protecting the tail , Jishi, brush strokes, astringent gestures, horizontal scales and vertical strangles nine strokes, the nine strokes of sword songs are based on killing, the so-called sword must drink blood when it is out of the sheath, and it is easy to be affected by the sword's intention over time. The nine strokes of calligraphy are different, emphasizing I'm training my mind."

After listening to Wen Renzheng's words, First Young Master Liu pursed his lips lightly, he doesn't like to kill, just now who said that this sword was passed to my hand and drank six hundred and sixty blood.

Even Xiaozi would have to be killed for a long time, not to mention that Liubaliu is not a chicken, he is a human being, but due to the face of the old man, Young Master Liu could only listen quietly, and did not say anything to refute.

"The ancient scholars paid attention to the cultivation of the six arts of a gentleman, and they were all good at ritual, music, archery, and imperial calligraphy. If they were not, they could not be called gentlemen and sages. They did not understand etiquette, were not good at instrumental music, were tired of riding and shooting, and were ashamed of calligraphy. There are very few of them. Since when did the students now only immerse themselves in reading the books of the sages? The scholars of the past are all talented in literature and martial arts. It is a pity that the past hurts the present!" Wen Renzheng The tone of voice has the meaning of hating iron but not steel.

However, his sighs made the most of the state of the world. How can there be people who are proficient in the six arts of a gentleman nowadays? There are only a few of them under the rivers and mountains.

"Old man, the changes in the world have their own laws. As the saying goes, reading history is no different from worrying about the ancients. What's more, the current situation is the same in the world. It is not up to you and me to change it. Why bother?"