"There are not many famous generals who can use halberds in history, and Fang Tian painted the halberd. Looking at Brother Hu's posture, he must be at least a famous general. The earlier Nangong Changwan? No, Brother Hu is so magnanimous. A guy who doesn't want to be so vengeful as a contract. Could it be Ran Min, the King of Wu Dao? Lu Bu, the God of War?"
"Or is it Guo Ziyi, the God of War of the Tang Dynasty, or Xue Rengui from the Three Arrows Dingtian Mountain? Uncle Song said before that Xue Rengui has been contracted by someone. Could it be Brother Hu?"
As for why it wasn't Xiang Yu, the most famous overlord of Western Chu, Zhao Jin always felt that with his arrogant character that was arrogant and arrogant, no one could catch his eye, right?
Zhao Jin secretly guessed in his heart. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that Brother Hu was awesome. No matter which one of the above-mentioned people he contracted with, he was very awesome and powerful.
Brother Hu looked at Zhao Jin's increasingly admiring eyes and felt indescribable satisfaction in his heart. He thought that the other person was overwhelmed by his majesty, but he didn't know that he was analyzing him.
"Please don't walk behind me, because I may not lead the way; don't walk in front of me, because I may not follow; please walk by my side, and be my friend."
Brother Hu's expression changed, he looked at Zhao Jin seriously, and slowly said something sexy.
"Um... Brother Hu, you want me to stop worshiping you and surpass you, right?"
Zhao Jin was stunned when he heard what Brother Hu said was obviously not his style.
"Well, children can be taught."
Brother Hu also imitated the appearance of a certain old-fashioned gentleman and turned his head slightly towards the sky, pretending to be profound and softly saying something. (Mr. Da: You can just show me your ID card.)
Zhao Jin, who was still a little puzzled, suddenly understood and looked at Brother Hu with a speechless expression.
"Brother Hu, did you come into my study and look through my books?"
Brother Hu is also quite thick-skinned. Even after being exposed, he still pretended to be serious without changing his expression.
"Um"
"..."
Damn it, why do you think this sentence sounds so familiar to you? You are a "young and Dangerous" guy. What kind of philosophy do you study? It's still Western philosophy. It's strange that you know how to read it. The first thing you read is the book of Camus, the handsome old man.
"Ahem, I'll teach you the art of war with leading soldiers later. Today we'll learn how to use a halberd first. What do you think of this halberd?"
Brother Hu turned his attention to the euphorbia in Zhao Jin's hand. This euphorbia was made of fine iron and looked extremely powerful in shape. The head of the halberd is wide and triangular in shape, and is inlaid with sharp spikes. The cold light flashes and is intimidating. There is a deep blood groove in the center of the halberd body, which can better allow power to penetrate into the blade.
Unlike the Fang Tian Painted Halberd with crescent blades on both sides of the gun in Brother Hu's hand, this halberd only has a crescent on one side, and the other side only has half a crescent extending downward in the middle, making it easier to hook the opponent during battle.
The entire body of the halberd is as black as ink, with no decoration except for the small red tassel hanging on the ring. At a glance, you can tell that this is a large murder weapon that is only designed for killing.
"The whole body of this halberd is made of meteorite iron. It was forged by the master swordsmith Ou Yezi in 7749 days. However, there was an accident when the halberd was made and it did not survive the thunder disaster. However, due to its material, It's extraordinary, but it's more than enough to deal with ordinary weapons."
Brother Hu introduced the halberd, but Zhao Jin rolled his eyes.
"Sent to me?"
"Yes, this spurge itself was prepared for you, and the ruby spear on it is a personal gift from me to you. No one has used this spurge, so you can give it a name."
Zhao Jin didn't expect that Brother Hu would actually give him the spurge, and immediately hugged it happily, not even noticing the oddity in Brother Hu's words.
"Seeing that your whole body is as black as ink, and you make ghostly cries when you wave it, let's call you 'Ink Soul'!"
As he said this, he rubbed the body of the halberd with his hand, and the Black Soul Halberd trembled slightly, letting out a faint ghost cry, as if he was happy that he had a name.
"The magic weapon has spirit. It seems that Mo Hun has the potential to become a magic weapon. From now on, we will be comrades fighting side by side. Please give me your advice!"
Zhao Jin couldn't hide the joy on his face when he got a weapon that he could hold in his hand. The weapon he had always used was the spear that was repaired by Li Ping's Horcrux. It was not easy to get such a satisfactory weapon now.
"Brother Hu, do you think that if I keep using Mo Soul, after I die, Mo Soul can also become a Horcrux, and then I will become a soul living in it."
"Uh...what are you talking about?"
Brother Hu was also speechless by Zhao Jin's strange brain circuitry. Why do young people nowadays talk about life and death so often? It's okay to die at any time. The King of Hell told you to die at the third watch, so you'll be here at the second watch, right? The main theme is a person who does not cause trouble to the king of hell and actively goes to death?
Immediately, Brother Hu thought of the possibility that Zhao Jin had said that he could turn into a soul and enter the Black Soul Halberd. Such a thought was so outrageous that his mind suddenly fell into it.
It doesn't seem impossible, isn't his Fang Tian Hua Ji...
Suddenly, Zhao Jin's "hair" started to move. Oh, no, it wasn't the hair, it was the black bird's shadow. I had to admire the quality of this black bird's sleep. Zhao Jin had been fighting so fiercely just now that he couldn't even catch it. After waking up, he still lay motionless on Zhao Jin's hair and fell asleep. However, he stretched and then changed his position to continue sleeping.
Zhao Jin has never tried to raise a pet in this life. In his previous life, he was an honorable poop scraper. However, the temper of cats is well known. Regardless of whether you have money or not, cats will always dislike you.
But this black bird is different. Do you dare to believe that the legendary nine-day black bird is actually a clingy spirit. You have to stick to it when eating, sleeping, and even going to the toilet.
Fortunately, he is a male, so Zhao Jin doesn't need to make any distinction between men and women when going to the toilet.
It doesn't stay anywhere else, but stays in Zhao Jin's hair. When she's in a good mood, it can come down and stand on Zhao Jin's shoulder.
"Well... getting back to the subject, let's start practicing the halberd. I won't tell you about the knowledge about the halberd as a weapon. You have been familiar with various books since you were a child. You know this knowledge better than I do. No need to I won’t waste any more time telling you, let’s go straight to the actual combat training.”
Brother Hu's teaching is really simple and rough. It seems that Brother Hu knows Zhao Jin very clearly. He even knows that he has read various ancient books since he was a child.
A trace of doubt flashed in Zhao Jin's heart. Did Uncle Song tell them, or have they been investigating me or observing me?
Truman?
"The most intuitive thing about the halberd is that it is big and heavy. Do you think it is difficult for you to use it?"
Zhao Jin's thoughts were interrupted by Brother Hu's question. Immediately he shook his head secretly and shook those doubtful thoughts out of his mind. Who cares, improving his strength is the way to go now. Even if the weak know everything, they can only It is at the mercy of others.
"It's not strenuous."
"That's right, because we are born with divine power."
Brother Tiger smiled evilly.
"Weapons like the halberd seem to be specially designed for people like us who are born with supernatural powers. It is difficult for ordinary people to even pick up this halberd, let alone wield it to kill the enemy. This is very difficult for us who are born with supernatural powers. In terms of martial arts training, he is undoubtedly more talented than other spiritual masters, and at least it will be easier to reach the point where he can do it with ease."
After listening to Brother Hu's words, Zhao Jin nodded in agreement.
"It's true. When I first learned the stick technique and hadn't yet cultivated my spiritual power, I had already easily reached the point where it was easy to do it with ease."
Well, that's right, the first thing Zhao Jin learned was not the spear technique, but the stick technique. The stick is the ancestor of all weapons. Once you master the stick, the foundation for learning any weapon is laid. This was what his damn father taught him when he was still alive. After his father died, his old man continued to teach him the stick technique.
When it comes to the weapons that Zhao Jin is good at, his marksmanship is very good, his knife skills are also good, and his stick skills are the worst.
Fortunately, there were no vegetable plots in the place where he lived when he was a child. Otherwise, all the vegetable flowers in the ten miles away would be headless.
"There are also subdivisions for lifting a heavy weight and making it light. If it is too light, the attack power will be smaller. If it is too light, the speed will become sluggish. What we need to learn today is how to make this power light enough so that it can maintain the strongest attack. It can also reduce the consumption of physical strength. Come on, attack me with your halberd first."
Brother Hu called out to Zhao Jin, and Zhao Jin did not hesitate, swung Mo Hun directly, and hit Brother Hu with a halberd. He did not think that his strength could hurt Brother Hu, so every subsequent blow was done with all his strength.
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Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
On the other side, outside the Shizhu courtyard, Song Qingru got out of the extended business car that symbolized her identity and gently knocked on the door of the Shizhu courtyard.
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."
"Squeak~~~"
Soon, the door of the small courtyard was opened, and what caught her eye was not the Zhao Jin that Song Qingru remembered, nor was it the Song Lie that she had seen before.
This is a middle-aged man with an expressionless face, wearing a white ancient-style robe. His appearance looks ordinary, but his temperament is extremely outstanding. The white robe makes him look like an immortal.
The two of them just looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. No one said anything, leaving only the wind blowing awkwardly.
"Hu~~~Hu~~~Hu..."
"Hello, I'm looking for Zhao Jin."
Finally, seeing that the other party remained silent, Song Qingru, as a junior, couldn't stand it anymore and had to take the lead in asking.
"Well, he has something to do, you can wait."
Mr. Da turned around and walked into the small courtyard. Although Song Qingru had many questions in his mind, he followed him in unexpectedly.
"sit."
Mr. Da walked to the stone table in the courtyard and sat down, took a sip of tea and looked at Song Qingru.
Song Qingru sat down in response. Seeing that the tea in the other party's teacup had reached the bottom, he politely picked up the teapot and refilled Mr. Da's teacup.
Taking another sip of tea, Mr. Da looked calmly at the small pond in the yard. There were only a few fish in it that had the same character as the owner of the small yard, wandering back and forth lazily and aimlessly.
"Are you a member of Zhao Jin?"
Mr. Da's eyes were still looking at the pool water as if he were in a trance. The wind suddenly picked up and ruffled the spring water several times.
"ah?"
Song Qingru heard that the word Mr. Da said was "member" instead of "classmate", her eyes flashed with caution, and she couldn't figure out who Mr. Da was Zhao Jin for a while, so she didn't dare to answer directly.
