Wei Zeshu's elation lasted until noon. When the black high-end truck slowly drove to the entrance of Hedao Building, he might not be able to laugh for the time being.
Professional school workers, wearing uniform gray short-sleeves, shouted slogans and unloaded boxes of sealed iron boxes from a black truck.
"Who is Wei Curcuma? Your logistics courier!"
Such a big movement naturally attracted the attention of the idle seniors in Hedaolou. They all looked out of the windows to watch the fun. Originally, Wei Zeshu was also watching the fun, but a buddy from the school engineering department suddenly called his name. A bad premonition spread.
"I am, please tell me this is...?"
"My notes."
While drinking, Mo Daosang leaned leisurely under the shade of the tree at the door, seemingly admiring the beautiful figure of the female student passing by.
He was carrying a black backpack that looked like a golf bag on his back. It looked like it was filled with things like clubs, and it looked heavy.
"all these are?"
After Wei Curcuma swiped his card for acceptance, the courier brothers opened the door of the iron box and put boxes one by one into Wei Curcuma's dormitory, which was filled with books.
"Well, you have memorized the amount of several decades."
The senior students around chatted with each other, and their eyes changed from surprise to pity when they learned that these books were all contents that Wei Zeshu had to memorize within one and a half months.
Mo Daosang patted Wei Curcuma's shoulder and told him to ignore the books and come with him.
On the way, Wei Zeshu was very kind and offered to help Mo Daosang carry the heavy-looking golf bag. The latter said that the boy could be taught, so Shi Shiran walked in front with his hands behind his back.
Although the bag was heavy and the road to Houshan Lingshu was extremely long, it was not a difficult task for Wei Curcuma's physical strength. He walked behind Mo Daosang step by step, following him. Come to the familiar lawn.
Mo Daosang took the ball bag from Wei Zushu's hand and opened the zipper. It was filled with knives.
Yes, there are all kinds of knives, from the long sword of the Yan Kingdom, to the samurai sword of the Eastern Kingdom, the Saudi Arabian scimitar, the European saber, and even a few modern swords from the American Western Development Period. Hunting knife.
It's packed with all this stuff, no wonder it's so heavy.
Mo Daosang smoothly pulled out a long knife from inside. There was a ring on the back of the knife, which seemed to be made of pure gold. A glass dragon was delicately carved on it, and in the center was an abstract sculpture that looked like a flame.
With a "crack" sound, the long knife suddenly came out of its sheath. The pattern on the blade was dull and light, and the blade had a slight inner arc.
"The ring-shou sword was a weapon of the Han Dynasty. It can be said to be the most famous and powerful form in the entire continent at that time."
With a flick of his wrist, the ring-headed sword made a sound like the cry of a phoenix.
"This sword was worn by the general of the ancient country. It was named Dingguo. It was forged by the blacksmith of the ancient country at that time. It is said to be able to kill gods and demons. It has been identified that there is a very high concentration of bone trace silver in it. It is a grade A ancient relic."
The knife made a scraping sound, and the sword went downwards and inserted into Wei Curcuma's side.
Mo Daosang picked up another knife. This knife was made of plain wood. Extraordinarily simple, but it can better reflect the beauty of the curvature of the blade.
"This is a white scabbard made of plain wood. The wood itself can absorb moisture from the blade itself and is also breathable. It is a unique way to preserve ancient Eastern swords. Many ancient swords that are hundreds of years old can be preserved as new."
Mo Daosang gently pulled out the long knife kept in the white sheath with both hands. The blade's curvature was as graceful as the moon, the blade was white and black, and the sharpness of the entire knife was contained in the mist-like flesh.
The hamon is the most gorgeous "double flower crotch" pattern, which is quite delicate in the center and comes with a gorgeous double pure gold sword head (Note 1).
"It was once passed down to a very famous samurai...what is it called...? In short, the inscription on this sword is Izumi Mori Yusada."
Without showing any pity for the polished surface, Mo Daosang casually inserted the knife into Wei Curcuma's side.
In this way, while making a brief introduction, he smoothly drew and inserted the knife. Soon, all the famous swords from all over the world in the knife bag were listed around Wei Zuoshu, like a steel fence composed of famous swords, surrounding him. in.
"All the knives here can be regarded as top-notch ancient relics. They are all famous knives in history, and ordinary C-level swords may not be able to own one."
He flicked his fingers slightly, and the invisible soul pressure was released, hitting the blade of one of the knives. Soon all the knives resonated, and the awe-inspiring air flowed freely across the lawn, without the restraint of the sword. There is no weight of the axe, but only the purest cutting will and the purest sharpness.
"The first method you created is just a rough embryo. Both the usage and the principle are too simple, so I want you to try it like this."
"The so-called construction means constructing objects. So using the existing famous sword as a blueprint, can we construct a stronger method? Transform your poor black knife into a longer, sharper, and more powerful form. "
Mo Daosang took a sip of wine. This man actually started drinking in the morning.
"Thank you for having a good teacher. I just packed them all up and took them out from the spiritual hub. The loan period is twenty-four hours."
"You have to find the most suitable knife during this period of time and use your method to simulate it."
Wei Curcuma looked at the fence of famous swords in front of him, and without any nonsense, he reached out and pulled out the first one.
This is a long sword from the Eastern Kingdom. It is heavy in the hand and has an extremely forward center of gravity. This makes it feel completely different when wielded than it looks, and it is extremely heavy.
"It is indeed a famous sword!"
Wei Zeshu, who is good at fighting intuition, held the knife and admired every line of the knife. Every line was so smooth and refined, and it was the most suitable form for fighting after being tempered for many times.
He gently tested the blade with his finger, and suddenly his fingertips felt hot, and a conspicuous wound appeared on the belly of Wei Zuoshu's finger. The bright red blood condensed into liquid and rolled down.
After a long period of training, as well as assassination training and abnormal suppression, Wei Curcuma's physical strength has already reached a strength that is unimaginable to ordinary people. Even fine iron can be turned into scrap metal.
But such a strong body was easily cut open by just touching the blade without any force.
"It is indeed a famous sword..."
A drop of sweat rolled down Wei Curcuma's forehead, dispelling the arrogance he had felt before.
Just a handful of ancient relics without any force can easily slice through his body, and he still claims to be invincible.
Wei Curcuma took the first knife seriously and began to swing it slowly. The black structure in the other hand kept fluctuating, collapsing, and then re-condensing.
He is taking the second step out of this Dharma.
