Time passes day by day.
On January 1, 2025.
Mr. Wenluo finally made a satisfactory gift. He held Guanglingsan's signature steamed dumplings in his left hand and hugged the toolbox in his right hand. He took off his greasy work clothes, put on a decent windproof coat, and ran to the employee canteen to prepare. Give Jiang Xueming a New Year dish.
Jiang Xueming has not been idle these days. He prepared a birthday gift for Teacher Victor, which is also a New Year's gift - a set of stationery made of titanium steel.
At two o'clock in the morning, the two brothers had just mailed this set of stationery. The postage to Jiujie Station was 44 pyroxene coins, which was quite expensive.
The shipping process went smoothly and nothing unusual happened. It was just that the logistics manager at the station said something extra when receiving the email, which made Jiang Xueming particularly concerned.
"Is the recipient also David Victor? That's fine, I'll give you a group purchase price!"
"Does anyone else want to send gifts to Teacher Victor?" Jiang Xueming asked immediately.
The logistics manager is an uncle in his thirties, with a kind face, and said with a smile: "Of course! Many people like Mr. Victor's works and will send him all kinds of strange things. The VIPs are all famous celebrities—— They have many followers, people who admire them and send them gifts.”
Jiang Xueming didn't ask too much: "Oh...that's it."
"How many young fans send gifts to teachers?" Meteoric immediately shouted curiously, "Are there any hot female fans with big breasts and thin waists?"
The logistics manager said while packing up the goods: "Just one of your items, and another person's."
Bu Liuxing: "Huh?"
"Today is a big day in the underground world, it's New Year's Day!" The logistics manager heard Ah Xing's surprised tone and went on to explain: "People are very busy and have to prepare gifts for their closest people. How can they have time to take care of Victor?" Sir! Usually when a new book of The Sun is launched, or when an old book is finished, there will be more gifts for Mr. Victor."
I still want to say something popular.
"Today is Teacher Victor's birthday..."
Jiang Xueming immediately covered Meteor's mouth and asked Meteor to stop talking.
After all, not everyone knows Teacher Victor’s birthday.
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Back to the cafeteria——
——Mr. Winlow arrived at the workers' canteen.
Jiang Xueming was showing off his new achievements in the past few days. He prepared four new guns for Axing and himself.
When he pushed the New Year's gift in front of Ah Xing, Ah Xing felt embarrassed. The boy rubbed his hands and looked like a shy child for a while.
Xueming wanted to take away the weapon, but he immediately regretted it, became careless, and was no longer polite.
Jiang Xueming picked up the appetizer: "Meteor, you should like the secondary weapon I prepared for you - the prototype of the gun is the Beretta 92F, which was designed and produced by the Italian Beretta Company in 1982. "
He handed the pistol to Meteor, and Meteor's eyes immediately lit up, "This...this, this, this, this! This, this, this, this, this!"
"Is your Internet connection bad? Your brain is not connected to WIFI?" Jiang Xueming patted the handle of the gun: "How about I remind you?"
"No, no, no, no! Let me think again! Let me think again!" Bu Liuxing thought for a long time, and finally recognized this muzzle brake from the shape of the muzzle brake and the semi-open lightweight sleeve. The "two-dimensional" attributes of firearms: "This is the Samurai Blade! Oh! Wuhu! - Wow! Wow!"
That's right, it's the shape of the Samurai Blade in the Resident Evil series.
"The trigger guard of the Beretta 92F is very large, and the size of your palm is also very large. I specially adjusted its grip according to your knuckles and metacarpal bones." Jiang Xueming continued to explain: "It uses nine millimeter handkerchief bullets. The muzzle velocity of the bullet is 333 meters per second, which is very suitable for adding a silencer. The structure is stable and very reliable."
It has a matte gold color of titanium nitride as a whole, and a silver handle as a gold and silver contrast, giving it a shiny golden feel.
"Thank you, Brother Ming!" Meteor was so happy when he received the pistol that he felt like he was floating.
"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. We still have dinner." Jiang Xueming immediately pulled out a smoothbore shotgun from the weapon box.
It has no scope, just a simple set of rear sights.
It's like a specially sawn-off smoothbore shotgun, with double barrels and double triggers, but with two sturdy magazines in the main part of the receiver.
"This is..." Meteor started to boil water again, with an expression as if he was holding back a trumpet: "Let me think about it, let me think about it!"
"Don't think about it, Brother Wen is already here. To make a long story short, this is Wild Wolf A - the demon-repelling shotgun in the Demon Hunter series. Since it is something in a virtual game and there is no real prototype, I spent a lot of effort on it. Just train it well."
Jiang Xueming opened its magazine and showed its internal structure: "It can fire No. 12 shotguns. It does not require pump loading, but it does need to eject the shell."
He stuffed two empty shell casings into the gun. Slap the bayonet of the receiver with your arm, vibrate the barrel, and two cartridge cases will pop out of the muzzle.
"If you want to shoot single-headed bullets or anti-riot rock salt bullets, this smoothbore gun without rifling can do it. It has a simple structure, is stable and reliable, and is very deadly."
After that, Jiang Xueming completed the unloading action again, swung the heavy weapon with one hand, pulled the trigger, and pressed the release button on the side of the receiver with his thumb. The muzzle of the gun drooped due to natural gravity, and the cartridge case jumped out, followed by shaking. Swing the barrel of the gun back into place with your hand, completing the action of firing and reloading.
"Wow! Wow!" Meteor's eyes were full of little stars. He held the shotgun without letting go and kissed the cold titanium alloy-covered cowhide handle.
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Wen Luo found an opportunity to come over at the right time and put the tool box on the table.
"Come on, young man! Let me show you my handiwork!"
Jiang Xueming watched the tool box slowly open with great anticipation.
That moment——
——A few green fireworks popped out of the tool box, floated a few meters away and then went out immediately.
Bu Liuxing immediately woke up from his obsession, and the firearms in his hands no longer smelled good - his inspiration was faintly alarming. It was like the strong and scorching pressure when I saw the Holy Beast for the first time.
Jiang Xueming took a deep breath.
He saw eight separate sticks placed in the tool box.
These sticks are about three fingers thick and have different patterns and symbols.
At this moment, Wen Luo didn't say anything, asking Jiang Xueming to feel the inner rhythm attached to these sticks.
It’s hard for Xueming to describe that feeling——
——They are both integrated and independent.
This may not sound like a riddle, it needs to be described in detail.
The eight pieces are in pairs, linked by ropes made of oil-impregnated green lion hair, forming four pairs of nunchucks, two black and two white.
The talisman is in contrasting colors, like the SLOGAN or trademark of a major manufacturer - representing the eight gates and eight extremes of birth, rest, Du, injury, scenery, death, surprise and openness.
There are BOSS's proud Mingde human face, tiger body and animal pattern, and there are also the flame patterns of the holy green lion.
Meteor could hear Brother Ming swallowing.
Jiang Xueming held up two pairs of sticks, and from the other side of the clear contrast between black and white, he discovered that the reliefs of these sticks had a new meaning - representing the eight directions of Qian, Kun, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui and Zhen.
The material of these sticks feels very special, and it is a very outrageous forging process. If Xueming's guess is correct——
"——Mr. Winlow! How did you do it!"
Xueming's voice became louder, and his emotions became more excited. There was a craft in these steels that he couldn't understand, and he wanted to know and figure it out.
He raised the nunchaku in his hand and handed it to Wen Luo, "Please tell me, how did you make it laminated? Its outer layer is flexible steel, and its inner layer is processed and polished bone carbon synthetic steel. The outer layer is an ultra-high hardness anti-rust layer made of aviation aluminum alloy oxidized. How is it done?!”
Wen Luo clapped with both hands and lit a cigarette for himself with the arms extended by his soul power. His face was full of joy, as if he was satisfied with being praised and attacked, and was very, very happy.
"Your eyesight is really terrifying...you can figure out what structure it is and what materials it is made of just by touching it a few times. If you have soul power, it will be very interesting."
"Is it Hunwei? Can your Hunwei actually perform such precise heat treatment?" Jiang Xueming was shocked: "It's like making dough, layering materials with different melting points and different ductility to make them tight. Put together... really, it's like a mythical craftsman. I can't see any trachoma holes left by the heat treatment - it's outrageous! It's outrageous!"
Jiang Xueming's heart of steel began to emit bright blue-white flames, as if it had been ignited by a stick.
"Their melting points and densities are different, the material limits are also different, the material carburization ratio, anodization, and quenching temperature are also different. How on earth is it done? Could it be that you use your soul power to create precision Extremely high kneading and forging, each process is like boiling Chinese medicine, and after repeated attempts, we finally got this formula?!"
"YES!" Wen Luo roared loudly, pumping his fist and touching Jiang Xueming's palm: "It feels so good!"
Jiang Xueming's metacarpal bone was almost cracked by the punch. He covered the painful palm and immediately felt a warm current from the stick impacting the nerves and acupuncture points of the palm. However, with every breath and breath, the physical essence of the palm was completely destroyed. There is still a dull pain, but the nerve endings have recovered as before and you can continue fighting!
"What the hell is this weird thing!" Jiang Xueming turned from shocked to stunned: "Why can it stimulate my bioelectric system? Is it a massage stick?"
"Ten directions and eight extremes, eternal life." Wen Luo clasped his hands together and made a ceremony of unity between heaven and man: "Strength penetrates all eight doors, and strength penetrates all directions. This is the connotation I gave it, you might as well try it ability.”
"Is it right here?" Jiang Xueming's breathing became rapid: "This is the canteen... I'm afraid I'll break something."
"You take the two hexagrams of life and death and the two hexagrams of water and fire, and it will naturally be soft yet strong." Wen Luo threw over a box of Guangling San Xiao Long Bao: "Only when you are full can you have the strength to practice!"
Jiang Xueming swallowed a small steamed bun and felt that his mental strength had returned to its peak. His heart was as clear as water. However, the soup in the soup dumpling still had a hint of tea aroma. It seemed that he had drank this kind of thing in a VIP tea room. It was a repair. Good spiritual stuff.
Without waiting for him to think too much.
Wen Luo immediately asked: "Jiang Xueming, have you ever learned kung fu?"
Jiang Xueming immediately said: "A little bit!"
Wen Luo: "Then do you know which one is more fierce, more dangerous, and requires more courage, a knife or a sword?"
Jiang Xueming said without hesitation: "It's a sword!"
Wen Luo: "Why?"
Jiang Xueming: "Because the advanced assassination action of lifting the sword is to break through the obstacles and go straight to the throat. It must be quick and accurate to defeat the enemy with one move. The whole body is like a slingshot from a fort. Different from the assassination with spears and spears, they can use long The handle is for nothing, but an inch is short and an inch is dangerous. A two-handed sword is a weapon that requires great courage."
Wen Luo: "Why can't the knife do it?"
Jiang Xueming: "The knife must take advantage of the momentum, from top to bottom, or from right to left, by the weight of the weapon itself or the tilt of the body's center of gravity, or simply, by the power of horse and cart. It is a chopping damage and cannot be entered immediately. The vitals of the bones must be returned, and the knife must be carried with you, and you cannot run amok.”
Wen Luo nodded in praise.
"That's right, you understand what I'm saying. The history of the evolution of weapons is the history of free prostitution - weapons are becoming more and more simple. For people, it dilutes the existence of kung fu, like you The weapons made for me are all made for my body, my physical essence, and I am very satisfied. And the things I have prepared for you will allow you to practice for a lifetime to train your physical essence."
Wen Luo immediately asked: "Have you ever used nunchucks?"
"I've used it a little bit, but I'm not very familiar with it." Jiang Xueming has already started dancing: "I learned it from Teacher Zhao. His master is Bruce Lee. It's easy to hit yourself with this thing. You have to control your emotions and muscles and have a very clear mind. , adjust your breathing..."
Wen Luo: "Then I won't talk to you. Breathe well and feel it."
Bu Liuxing only saw Brother Xueming walking out step by step, dusting his stick and swinging his arms in the window aisle of the cafeteria, like a human-shaped windmill.
The black and white stick shadow sometimes rotates and sometimes bounces, and a bright light suddenly emerges from it, like the flame of a blue lion, and like the light source of the wand itself.
The violent energy within it became quiet, causing howling winds and spinning ceiling fans in the cafeteria.
Jiang Xueming can no longer speak——
——His clumsy stick skills are not very good. The two pairs of nunchucks are too heavy. The material of the wand itself is very strange. It is extremely high-density steel, as well as the bones of BOSS and Qingshi. The weight of the stick is kept at about fifteen kilograms. He needs to adjust the balance of the stick itself at all times, like invisible water and fire, and let the inertia drive them to make spin arcs, like drawing soft and violent circles.
The flames coming out of the relief of the sticks became more and more dazzling and brighter.
As the nunchucks danced at a faster pace, Xueming's strides became wider and wider.
Meteor saw clearly, and he could feel that something in Brother Ming's body seemed to be broken - there was strong inspiration and pressure bursting out from it!
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At this moment——
——9527, who was lazily fishing in the customer service department of Jiujie Station, suddenly woke up from his lunch break.
She turned over and was about to fall off the sofa.
But when Xiao Qi came back to his senses, he was safe and sound.
She saw the floor very close to her, and held the ground with her left hand. Her whole body was slightly motionless, and only the Heart of Steel was emitting bursts of soft blue-white light.
That's a strong ability to balance, and it's a trait that employers have transformed into.
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The cafeteria was silent. When the workers saw the results of their work over the past few days, they suppressed their inner excitement and felt a unique tranquility from Jiang Xueming.
The chaotic stick shadows in the green storm gradually turned into a semicircle.
There was an auntie in the cafeteria who lowered her head to browse short videos on her mobile phone. She was immersed in her unique skills on the Internet and forgot to take shelter. The potato basket in her hand was disturbed by the strong wind and accidentally fell over.
The big muddy potato was beaten into two pieces with a stick in mid-air. The hot storm peeled it off, cooked it like an air fryer, and finally landed accurately in a rice bowl.
Meteor was stunned: "It seems like craftsmen are playing with Turkish ice cream!"
"call--"
Xueming took a deep breath and woke up from his extraordinary state. In just one minute, the pair of sticks had drained all the mental energy from his body.
He fell on his back in Meteor's arms, sleeping very deeply and soundly.
Wen Luo squinted his eyes and smiled extremely happily. He took a piece of baked potato from the rice bowl and threw it into his mouth.
"Perfect!"
