A broken bone.
A piece of clothing.
A piece of black paper.
These three items are placed on the huge seventh floor, placed on a high platform in the middle, like sacrificial objects.
Wang Cheng stepped forward and with his rich clinical experience, he saw that the broken bone belonged to the fibula on the outside of the lower leg.
But looking at the material, it doesn't look like a piece of human bone. It's clearly a piece of jade, glowing with luster.
"This bone is said to have been left by a martial saint. It has been studied by experts and has been in existence for thousands of years!"
It was Pan Meng who spoke, and she also came up.
Wang Cheng was shocked, not because he was surprised about how Pan Meng knew, but because he was surprised that such a powerful person actually existed in the world.
He had heard his teacher talk about martial saints. Such existences were only in legends. Whether they really existed or not, he had never even seen a strong person like his teacher.
Looking at this piece of broken bone that has been immortal for thousands of years, he said sadly: "Martial Saint... what kind of existence is that?"
"It's very strong! It's said that it can move mountains and fill seas, which is beyond human power!" Pan Meng said.
Wang Cheng nodded secretly, moving mountains and filling seas. Only in myths and legends, such characters can be regarded as gods.
His eyes moved to the corner of the clothes on the high platform. There was blood on the clothes. The blood had obviously dried, but it looked like the red had just been stained.
Pan Meng followed his gaze and said: "It is said that this is a piece of clothing left by the powerful Martial God. The blood on it may have been shed by himself or his opponent. Although the divinity has been lost, even if it has passed Thousands of years later, it still exists.”
"A drop of blood thousands of years ago..."
Even though Wang Cheng lives in an era of information explosion, he has read a few online novels, but in the end they are fictions, and they are not as shocking as the drop of blood before his eyes.
"When you reach that level, it's no longer a matter of course to have your limbs reassembled or to be reborn with a drop of blood," Pan Meng said.
If the existence of the Martial Saint is only a near-immortal, and the existence of the Martial God is no different from that of a god, with severed limbs being regenerated and blood being reborn, isn't this an immortal?
Wang Cheng has been in this world for almost two years, but every night, his thoughts return to his hometown, to the modern society with rapid development of information.
Becoming an immortal is his only hope of returning!
He looked at the three things on the high platform and couldn't help but said to himself: "Are there really immortals in this world?"
"promise!"
Pan Meng nuzzled towards the piece of black paper and said, "That thing is said to be handed down from the fairy world."
Wang Cheng looked at the black page. It was just a piece of paper. How could he tell that it was something from the fairy world?
Seemingly seeing through what he was thinking, Pan Meng said: "Everything in the world has its traces. If you live in the countryside for a few days, your body will often be tainted with the smell of earth and smoke. This thing is not stained by the smell of the world, and is not invaded by water or fire. , the sword is hard to break, unlike mortal things.”
Wang Cheng stretched out his hand to try and touch it. He suddenly stopped after reaching mid-air and looked at Pan Meng with questioning eyes.
Pan Meng smiled and said: "It's okay if you touch it twice. If you are really destined to these things, the Marquis will be happy before it's too late. He might even treat you as a guest."
Wang Cheng was doubtful. From this tone, she must have touched it before, so she reached out and touched it twice.
The texture is slightly rough and somewhat soft, like paper and cloth. It's hard to describe what kind of material it is, but rather like a modern sponge.
Since there is no texture visible from the outside, is there something else going on inside?
He tried to put his telekinesis into it, but he suddenly felt like he was trapped in a black hole, and his telekinesis instantly disappeared without a trace.
"Is it really related to telekinesis?"
This time he used more mental power, rushing toward the "black paper" like a tide.
It was a vast space, gray, like endless fog, making it difficult to see the real situation.
He continued to look inside, but he only persisted for a moment, and the power of his thoughts failed and dissipated.
"You really have telepathy!"
Pan Meng's surprise sounded in his ears, as if he had discovered a major secret.
Wang Cheng looked back at Pan Meng, looked at it up and down, and said, "White is not suitable for you."
After saying this, he knew something was wrong and wanted to slap himself hard.
Oh shit!
Is he crazy?
Or possessed?
While Pan Meng was still thinking about it, Wang Cheng quickly ran downstairs.
After several seconds, Pan Meng finally reacted, stamped his feet and shouted: "Ah! Wang Xuanfu! I'll kill you!!!"
The harsh sound spread from the seventh floor to the first floor and could even be heard by people outside the building.
Everyone looked up at the top of the Martial Arts Pavilion, their expressions all inexplicably complicated.
Listen to the sounds and movements, there's something going on!
Wang Cheng ran to the fourth floor as if running away, and met Qinglong who was about to go upstairs.
Qinglong said: "Boy! I'll give you a piece of advice: don't have anything to do with that little lady from the Pan family!"
Wang Cheng quickly nodded in agreement, and ran away without caring whether it was rude or not.
After a while, Pan Meng also arrived on the fourth floor.
When Qinglong saw her, he changed from his normal state and bowed to her.
Pan Meng snorted coldly and chased him downstairs.
After leaving the martial arts pavilion and seeing no one chasing him, Wang Cheng felt relieved, but then he was dumbfounded.
Looking around, there is water all around.
The Martial Arts Pavilion is built on an island in the middle of the lake, and isn't it surrounded by lake water?
At present, he has not even mastered the first level of "Xiaoyaoyou", let alone following the waves. Facing this vast lake, he really feels like "looking at the ocean and sighing".
what to do?
If he really wanted to jump, his speed would not be as fast as Pan Meng who could ride on the waves, and he would be caught up sooner or later.
"Run! Let me see where you run!"
With a sneer, Pan Meng appeared behind Wang Cheng, with a long whip in his hand.
"Miss Pan, I was indeed rude just now!" Wang Cheng felt that he had been wronged first and apologized straightforwardly.
Pan Meng didn't expect Wang Cheng to be so straightforward. In addition, this matter related to her personal reputation, so she couldn't keep it public, so she had to hold back her sullen voice.
"Remember my three requests!"
Hearing her mention this matter again, Wang Cheng did not dare to refuse this time. After all, he was the one who offended the person first.
"That's pretty much it!"
Pan Meng was finally somewhat satisfied, because to complete that matter, he had to find a Taoist.
Looking at the entire Tiandu Mansion, and even the entire Lingzhou, she could not find anyone else except Wang Cheng.
"I am not that unruly person. I heard that the Marquis has specially given you a spiritual weapon. Come on, I will take you to choose it!"
Wang Cheng originally wanted to find someone to inquire about the location of the "Weapons Bureau", but after hearing this, he quickly followed Pan Meng.
The Ordnance Bureau was built at the foot of the back hill of the Hou Mansion. The location was very remote and difficult to find without someone to guide the way.
There are tall trees all around, and there is a pond in the woods. The pond is near the foot of the mountain, and there are several thatched houses there.
This is the weapons bureau.
When Wang Cheng and Pan Meng arrived, a slovenly old man was lying on a chair and humming a tune.
When the sloppy old man saw Pan Meng, he immediately stood up from his chair and saluted her. Just as he was about to speak, Pan Meng stretched out his hand to interrupt him.
"This is Lord Commander-in-Chief. The Marquis has specially given him a spiritual weapon. I will take him to see it."
She introduced to Wang Cheng: "This is Mr. Zhu from the Weapons Bureau. Almost all the spiritual weapons in the Hou Mansion are from his hands."
"That's a prize! That's a prize!" The sloppy old man said with a smile, stroking his gray beard with one hand.
"I've met Mr. Zhu!"
After bowing, Wang Cheng and Pan Meng followed the Zhu family into the thatched house behind them.
Inside the thatched house is a different world.
It is directly connected to the back mountain, which has a large hole artificially dug out.
The entrance to the cave is a passage several meters wide. The further you go in, the larger the space becomes.
Wang Cheng felt a rush of hot air blowing against his face, and the sound of blacksmithing sounded in his ears.
Hiding troops in the mountains?
Wang Cheng secretly thought: Ninghou really had ulterior motives and actually set up the place where weapons are made here.
The three of them came to a secret room.
The secret room is very large, covering an area of 200 square meters. There are shelves inside, and there are all kinds of weapons on the shelves, including knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, daggers, etc. There are all kinds of weapons, including cudgels, cudgels, sticks, spears, and rakes.
Pan Meng picked up a whip, looked at it, compared it with the one in his hand, and shook his head.
Seeing this, everyone Zhu laughed and said, "The weapons here, old man, are naturally inferior to the Nine Dragon Whip in your hand."
Pan Meng put down his whip and said, "Select all the spiritual weapons here and let Captain Wang make a good choice."
Everyone Zhu agreed and asked Wang Cheng: "I wonder what kind of weapons Captain Wang is good at?"
He suddenly noticed a three-foot sharp sword hanging on Wang Cheng's waist. When he saw the sword, his eyes, which were originally a little loose, shrank for a while, and then glowed.
He stretched out his rough and dark index finger, pointed at the pitch-black sword, and said in a trembling voice: "Captain Wang, can I show you this sword?"
Wang Cheng's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly. After thinking for a moment, he took off the sword from his waist and handed it to everyone Zhu.
Everyone Zhu took it carefully, and gently groped the blade of the sword that had not yet been sharpened with his palms.
"If I'm not mistaken, the material of this sword is extraterrestrial divine iron. Not only is it extremely hard, but its toughness is also rare in the world. It is an excellent material for refining weapons!"
Hearing this, Pan Meng, who didn't care at first, was also attracted and asked curiously: "Isn't it just a broken sword with an unopened handle, so mysterious?"
"That's wrong!"
In a rare moment of rebuttal to Pan Meng, Mr. Zhu explained: "It is precisely because it has not yet been launched that it is so precious."
He looked at Wang Cheng and said: "The day when this sword is drawn, I think it will be the day when Wang Duwei's swordsmanship becomes successful!"
Wang Cheng's face was expressionless, but he was extremely shocked.
What Mr. Zhu said was not false at all. The teacher specifically mentioned in the letter left to him that the sword was not sharpened on purpose and was left to him to sharpen.
When to start?
Self-cultivation, sword mastery, and sword use are the first three steps in learning the sword. The fourth step - kendo, is the day when the sword is sharpened.
"I have been refining weapons for more than sixty years. Everyone calls me "Everyone", but compared to the master who gave the sword to Captain Wang, I am no different from an apprentice."
Everyone Zhu shook his head mockingly and said: "If I am right as I expected, Captain Wang, the person who gave the sword must also be an expert in swordsmanship!"
Wang Cheng just nodded and didn't say much.
Everyone Zhu had already got the answer, and continued: "The old man's weapon refining is only refining its shape, but the master is refining his soul. He is not only refining the weapon, but also preaching. This is something that the old man cannot do in this life. The realm reached!”
He solemnly handed the sword back to Wang Cheng's hand and said: "Wang Duwei, the weapons here are many of the middle-grade spiritual weapons, but compared to this sword in your hand, it is like the bright stars compared to the moon, and the rogue horse compared to the unicorn. It's okay not to use it." !”
