Three thousand occupations can be introduced

Casting swords is as clear as water, and one picture after another flows through the brain, comparing, looking for differences, and looking for breakthroughs.

Finally, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind.

That’s right, at first the swords he forged would be burnt into powder, and then he would slowly master the burning temperature and observe the color of the flames; Only then has the proportion of coordination been mastered.

However, these experiences that he thought he had obtained after many experiments were correct, but proved to be wrong under Luo Ying's demonstration.

Zhou Xu was constantly comparing, negating, affirming, wavering, uncertain.Is the sword casting technique he learned correct?

In the market, some people sell sword skills, some people sell mental techniques, some people sell routines, and there is no one who sells sword-making skills.Zhou Xu couldn't compare or identify.

In the process of Zhou Xu's constant thinking, Luo Ying has already completed the last step.What appeared in front of Zhou Xu was a bare, black dagger.

Although it is a dagger, it is extremely blunt and thick.

It was gradually getting dark, and Zhou Xu, who was half naked, didn't feel cold at all. Now he is like a cat wrapped in a ball of thread, unable to escape no matter what.

Zhou Xu looked confused, Luo Ying unambiguously picked up the dagger and went into the house.

"Miaokong, take your sword."

Miao Kong came out giggling, followed by Zhuo Erdai, prodigal swordsman Jun Xi, and Mo Mo.

"Hey, you are so old-fashioned. If you don't eat, no one cares about it. A Xu wants to eat?" Fasten.

Zhou Xu moved his nose, not distracted by Miaokong's little plan.What he urgently needs is to find the head of the thread ball and solve all the mysteries.

"Let's compare swords." Luo Ying's expression remained unchanged.Since he came to Zhou Xu's thatched cottage, he has been like this from beginning to end.

Nothing can make him look down, including himself.Only the sword, and the one who makes it.

No one commented, and Ji Erdai leaned on the only pear tree in the yard, leaning half of his body on it, as if powerless.He raised his eyebrows, looked coldly at the two sword fighters who were facing each other, and then devoted all his body and mind to Zhou Xu.

The sword of the Prodigal Swordsman hangs obliquely by his side. He doesn't pay attention to the sword competition that is about to start. He is more concerned about Zhou Xu, specifically the wine that Zhou Xu brews.

As soon as he moved lightly, he flew to the thatched cottage, with a wide field of vision and few stars.

Momo didn't have a pear tree to lean on, and he didn't have the light skills to fly him to the roof, so he forced himself to move the tree stump out of the house and sit on it.He glanced at Zhou Xu, forget it, it's better not to bother.

Seeing that everyone quickly entered the watching mode, Miaokong gritted his teeth, and had no choice but to take out his own sword, a sword that was extremely inconsistent with him.

At that time, it was a sword that was more than three feet long, with simple patterns carved on it, and it seemed that there was a flash of light, but this is not the point. The point is that it is a wooden sword, and it is a sword of righteousness.

The sword competition started, and the pear blossom fragrance was elegant, slowly entering everyone's nostrils.

The two confront each other, then move.Zhou Xu's eyes also changed from observing one sword to two swords, and then to the duel.

The momentum is like the wind, the flying pear petals are entwined by the breath and rotated into a ball, which gets bigger and bigger, and the short sword has been submerged in it. in.

In the end, the two balls collided, the two swords collided, the blade of the wooden sword fell off, and there was only one hilt in Miaokong's hand; Broken, evenly divided into eight equal parts.

Ji Erdai looked at it with some surprise.Momo jumped up, picked up two short swords, and inspected them roughly, thinking that this was really interesting.

Zhou Xu, who was engrossed in the sword competition, suddenly felt something flash by.

It seems that just a little bit, can break through the shackles, what is the little bit.

The thread in Zhou Xu's mind became more and more entangled, and where is the breakthrough.Just a little bit, it can break the reason why I can't make a sword all the time.

82. The realm of sword casting: the unity of man and sword

Luo Ying walked up to Miaokong and bowed deeply.

"You're fine."

Then he went to Shu Erdai who was counting pear blossoms boredly by the pear tree, "Please compare swords with him." Luo Ying pointed to Jun Xi who was sitting on the roof with a sword in his hand.

Miao Kong, who was still immersed in the evaluation of "you are fine", did not come back to his senses, what kind of evaluation is this, what I most want to hear is not this, and the expression I most want to see should not be like this.

Momo, who was squatting on the stake, maintained a stunned expression from the beginning to the end.What kind of god development is this?Why are these people so unreasonable?Scratch your head.

Another strand of hair was broken, is there any reason, since I came to this world of rivers and lakes, there are too many things I don’t understand, my hair has been pulled out, is there any reason!

Leaning against the pear tree, the soft and boneless Shu Erdai chuckled, "Why, the swordsman wants to see my sword?"

"Come down and compete with me." Ji Erdai raised his eyebrows, with a moving look in his eyes.

"But it's disrespectful, A Xu, borrow the altar wine."

As light as floating clouds, Jun Xi has already landed on the ground, and the sound of landing is like a thin needle.And he already had a jug of wine in his arms.

After slapping off the mud seal, the tangy aroma of wine rushed into everyone's noses, and Momo felt that he was about to lose control of his drooling.

A mellow fragrance mixed with the fragrance of pear blossom, with distinct layers and very intoxicating.

Jun Xun said with emotion: "A Xu, this wine is not strong enough." It's a pity that people can't help but want to get him a jar of strong wine and drunk him to death.

Zhou Xu ignored him, picked up the shovel in the corner, and dug out a jar of wine from under the pear tree.The shape of the jar containing this jar of wine is quite amazing. It is a peculiar shape with a wide top and a narrow bottom, but its visual impact is not so peculiar.There is a sense of smooth lines.

It makes people feel ignorant that there is Zen in it.

Jun Xi's eyes lit up, and he jumped in front of Zhou Xu, bowed, and the expression on his face was flattering, but ignorant, which made people feel much more vivid.

Zhou Xu didn't give it to him, instead he folded into the room and took out two cups.Pass one to Jun Xun and one to Shu Er Dai.

Miaokong is like a monkey fishing for the moon, jumping up and down, very busy, but there is nothing wrong with him.In view of the consideration of force value, Momo still shrinks back and plays his soy sauce role.

Ji Erdai's eyebrows and eyes were reflected in the wine glass, which was indescribably beautiful.He raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhou Xu, as if he had something to say, then he paused and poured down his glass of wine.

Jun Xi's gaze was glued to the wine glass the whole time, and he kept circling around it. As soon as he took the wine glass handed over by Zhou Xu, he poured it into his stomach in an instant.

"Good wine." A little flowed out of his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and swiped it around without wasting a bit.

"Okay, how about a fight now?" Withdrawing the sword from behind, at this moment, his face seemed to be blurred, he was standing unsteadily, the long sword was on the ground, supporting him, I don't know if it was the jar of wine or the cup The wine made him drunk and he didn't know where to go.Drunken eyes hazy, illusory.

Shu Erdai's sword was taken out from nowhere, it was too fast, the speed could not be caught by the naked eye.Zhou Xu only saw a soft sword lying between the two of them, which outlined his long-term memory.Once, his personal bodyguard also had such a soft sword, but it was better than the hard sword.

The sword competition between two people has already begun, and it is completely different from the previous sword competition.Invisible routines, no clear moves, as if doing whatever they want.

Zhou Xu looked deeply at the side, and Miaokong entangled him with his head and head.Zhou Xu simply gave it all to him, so as not to cause trouble.It was just now that Zhou Xu realized the reason behind Luo Ying's behavior, which made him make an exception and take out the wine he had secretly hidden.It is to let Jun Xun compete with swords heartily.

Zhou Xu was completely immersed in it, no moves, better than moves.

Zhou Xu seemed to have realized something.

At this time, the swords of the two men rubbed against each other, bursting out with a dazzling light.The stars in the sky dimmed all of a sudden, and even the bright moonlight dimmed its luster.

The swords of the two men held each other, and they wiped out dazzling rays of light.Zhou Xu suddenly felt an inexplicable impulse: the shape, model, and how to forge Jun Xi's sword, the proportions, the degree of burning after being thrown into the crucible, the color of the flame, and the final pouring.

Every frame is like a movie, flowing through his mind.

When Zhou Xu looked at it again, Jun Xi's sword was no longer visible, and when everyone looked over, they could only see one person.What he holds in his hands is emptiness, not substance.

And when Shuerdai's soft sword struck, a clanging sound could be heard.

This is really fantastic, and Momo still has time to complain.

The thing Zhou Xu caught just now disappeared again.

The air at this moment seems to be stagnant, but the elegant pear blossom fragrance has actually become viscous.

Miaokong suddenly exclaimed: "Human sword is one." Immediately, he jumped on the roof, wanting to see clearly, clearly.

Momo cried out in his heart, "Oh my god, there is such a trick. This is really not the realm of comprehension, or he has transmigrated to the world of ancient dragons. The level of the sword god Ximen Chuuxue is no more than that. Could it be that this person Still an untouchable person?"

My head is full of question marks and all kinds of unreliable complaints.

The moves suddenly became very fast. The characteristics of the soft sword: dexterity, sharpness, dancing in Jier Dai's hands like a poisonous snake with a tongue out, quick action, and one move to control the enemy.

However, the advantage of the long sword was completely lost under the entanglement of the soft sword.

The martial arts competition in front of Zhou Xu suddenly seemed to press the rewind button. Every move was as slow as a turtle walking, and every move was broken down.

Two kinds of soldiers