I Want to Hang Around in the Moon

"Okay!" Hearing this reward, Le Zhengling looked at Fufu with eyes wide open, full of energy!

The fearless Fufu yawned and walked aside with her tail curled up, because she knew what Merlin's training was all about.

"Before I start, I want to ask, what are you going to teach me?"

Le Zhengling, who was almost captivated by the cute white creature, took his eyes off it with difficulty, and then saw Merlin take out his wand.

"Oh~ Of course I'm teaching you what I'm best at~"

Hearing these words, Le Zhengling had a bad feeling.

Merlin showed a [Please rest assured] smile, and then swiped——

He drew his sword from his wand.

"Here, take it..." The Avalon magician handed him the sword with a smile.

Lezheng Ling showed a hopeless expression, looking at this unscrupulous guy with dead fish eyes.

"Huh? What's the matter? We can't start without picking up the sword~" The other party weighed the sword unconsciously.

"Ah~ Don't you like this sword? But this is already the best sword in Avalon. If you want a better one, you have to ask other fairies to help you make it~"

"No, no, that's not what I mean, I mean... why did you give me the sword?" Le Zhengling asked with a painful expression on his clothes.

"Huh? If you don't hold a sword, how can I teach you swordsmanship?" Merlin asked inexplicably.

"...I'm a soul body now, right?" He took a deep breath and said while suppressing the raging desire to complain.

"Yeah, so what?"

"Practicing swords means exercising your body, right? I don't have a body anymore, only my soul is left. Logically, isn't the magic circuit fully activated in this state! Then shouldn't I learn magic!"

Merlin was taken aback after hearing this, obviously he didn't think of this question, he touched his chin, thought for a few seconds, and then said with a look of sudden realization: "It makes sense, then let's learn magic."

Hearing his words, Le Zhengling's anger gauge dropped back instantly.

"Here, take it." The Avalon magician smiled and handed him the sword again.

"Crack!"

Le Zhengting seemed to hear the voice of his own rational fuse breaking, "You are crazy! Didn't you teach me magic tricks!"

Merlin shrugged and said, "Yes, but if you don't pick up a sword, how can I teach you magic? You must know that all my magic is performed with a sword~"

"Very good...very powerful!" Le Zhengling, who was shocked by this answer, was no longer even angry.

He resignedly took the sword in Merlin's hand, and then looked at it carefully.

This sword was quite heavy in the hand. As a chef, Le Zhengling still had an eye for knives. The blade of this sword was undoubtedly sharper than all the kitchen knives he had ever used.

The body of the sword is like a mirror, clearly reflecting his face, and this sword is very special - Mei Lin is obviously a Western magician, but this sword is very similar to an oriental sword, to be precise, it is very similar to a Chinese sword. sword.

Whether it's the sword body, hilt, blood shield, or the sword tassel at the end, they all gave him an unusually familiar feeling.

But that's not the point. The point is that when I was playing games back then, I always wanted to complain about why Merlin stuck his sword upside down and didn't fall off. This question was finally solved!

His meow's blood block turned out to be a buckle!And the scabbard of the hidden sword turned out to be a model of the Tower of the End!Merlin, how much spare time did you have to carve the staff like this!

Le Zhengling looked at the white-haired opposite with a speechless face, and felt a very subtle respect in his heart, um, respect for the craftsman.

"Well, very good, let's first test your reflexes and the strength limit of the current appearance." He said, turning his staff upside down, and posing in the way of holding a gun.

At this time, Le Zhengling discovered another secret that he never knew before—that is, Merlin's staff, and the bottom turned out to be a sharp golden spear head!

"Mage is indeed your side job, you are actually a monk who is proficient in eighteen kinds of martial arts, right?"

Seeing Merlin's incomparably skillful posture of holding the gun, Le Zhengling finally couldn't help complaining.

"Ahaha, if you live a long time, you will understand a little bit, don't worry, don't worry." The other party slapped haha, and then thrust forward violently.

A flash of lightning came in front of him in an instant, and before Le Zhengling who was attacked could react, the tip of the gun brushed his face and pierced his ear.

"Same kind, please be serious, otherwise—it will hurt a lot." Merlin narrowed his eyes, and said with a serious smile that seemed to be careless.

"You... are you serious?" Le Zhengling looked at him with a pale face and said in disbelief.

"Of course it's serious, and I'm here to correct one point, don't think that we are tea friends and I will be merciful, because your current personality is very bad..."

Merlin withdrew his gun and repositioned his posture, "Let me correct it, your completely non-aggressive temperament..."

Hearing that Merlin's words were definitely not a joke, Le Zhengling finally took it seriously. He knew that there was always something wrong with his mentality, but he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Everyone's outlook on life is different. His outlook on life is to let nature take its course, but many people seem to muddle along.

He hates change, but sometimes, people are forced to change. Just like before, reality broke his ordinary life. In order to survive, he had to fight for his own life.

Just like now, in order to become a salted fish in the future, he has to work hard to get through the difficulties first.

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Chapter 71 Merlin Classroom - Puppet Chapter

The sword in his hand naturally hung down, and Le Zhengling didn't intend to fight back. After all, the ranks of the two were too far apart, and he was not used to the feel of the sword. If he swung it casually, it would affect his whole posture.