After making some fine adjustments to the settings of the gloves, Shangluo roughly understood the effective path of Tianyi Guiren's "Heaven and Earth Man" spell position.
There are a total of 72 types of Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills, which will embody three different functions in the three magic positions of heaven, earth and human. Specifically, if the sword-controlling skills are placed on the three heavens, earth and humans respectively, then the effect of the sword-controlling skills in the heavenly position is "white light starts, flying swords take human heads", the status is to control foreign objects, and the human position is more inclined to The swordsmanship itself.
Shangluo himself does not need personal sword control, because he can do it himself. Although I haven't figured out the principle yet, it just works. How you use it is your own business, and how you analyze it is the business of your coaches or masters. Then whatever you can learn from him has nothing to do with him.
Now he only cares about whether this sword-controlling skill can help him with his homework.
He squatted beside him, with his stationery bag open and his homework spread on the floor. He hasn't finished his weekend homework yet, and it includes copying books, which he hates most.
Because just copying is not enough. The school's standards require that you write correctly in the rice grid, write according to the standard of hard-pen calligraphy, copy the book and practice calligraphy at the same time. Although the copy of Du Mu's "Afang Gong Fu" he wanted to copy this time only had more than 600 words, it would take him at least dozens of minutes to finish it.
He has to go to the racing track in a while. He doesn't plan to let the former teenager finish copying for him here. He wants to see the effect first.
[He asked. Are you really sure? It's bad behavior to avoid homework. He thinks it's better for you to do your homework yourself. 】
"I know, I will definitely let you try it next time."
[Okay, he said he could try it. But it won’t happen next time. 】
next time. Oh, it won't be your turn to disagree next time.
——Lao Liu, who was looking at the warehouse at the back, was stunned. He didn't know whether to go up and ask. Although it was obvious to him that Shangluo wanted to skip his homework, was this what he should ask? He didn't know either, he just squinted aside and didn't see anything anyway.
The former young general here agreed to give it a try and immediately started writing.
"It's right here." Shangluo squatted next to him and held up the textbook: "The first paragraph starts from 'Six kings are completed, the four seas are one, Shushan is Wu, A Fang comes out', and continues to 'Within one day, between one palace' , and the climate is uneven'."
The former teenager looked at it for a while, grabbed a pen, and he...
chua! ! !
Row after row was drawn across like a printer, and the pen moved as fast as a shuttle on a spinning machine. It fully demonstrated the speed of drawing negatives in the camera, and the first line was copied in less than three seconds.
[Okay, he asked you how you feel. Let me take a look. This is a pretty good copy. It’s neat and tidy. You are such a thief, you copied a quarter of one paragraph. 】
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[Why, did he copy it wrong? It looks right to me. 】
"He" Shangluo covered his forehead, "You can just copy it in Guange style. This is a printing style! It's still an imitation of Song Dynasty National Standard No. 2312 printing style! Is this a character that a human can write? What do you want me to do? submit?!"
【Eh? ] Apollonia and the former young general both wondered, [But it was obviously you who asked him to copy this paragraph. The copying was done neatly and exactly the same, so beautiful. The book is clearly printed in imitation of Song Dynasty National Standard No. 2312. 】
"I asked him to write by hand! What's the difference between this and a printer? Then why don't I buy a printer and type directly? Can he write more normally?"
[Wait, let me ask. Ah. Ah.] Apollonia understood, [He said he couldn't. 】
Unwilling to give up, Shangluo asked, "Why?"
[Because he is illiterate. 】
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[That’s right, the former young general is illiterate. So what is in the book is what he copied down. He couldn't quite understand the specific meaning of the characters and didn't know how to write. To him, words are just continuous symbols, so he can only draw whatever he sees. For example, he doesn't know the difference between 'little' and 'little'. 】
"Why are both of them idiots?"
[Hey, hey, hey, it would be nice if I could help you write it. Just give it a try. 】
"As long as I can pay a little bit, I won't be unable to pay at all. Oh, forget it, I'll think of a way."
Putting away his pencil case and homework books, he put the former junior general's gloves into his schoolbag first.
At the entrance of Yuxi Palace, two guards in royal robes were standing here as usual. Not all places have qi practitioners who come to see the door, but not to mention two people standing in front of Daozu's door, not even two hundred people are too many. It's just that except for Zhu Xianfen's visit every day, there is no movement here at other times.
"Ah~~" The left side yawned. The yawn echoed in the empty cave for a while.
"Ah~~" The lingering sound made the person on the right also yawn.
If nothing else, today will be peaceful.
"(*Jinling Yayan*)!" The two men picked up the explosive guns almost at the same time, even swallowing their yawns. Because there was a strong wind roaring in the tunnel ahead, as if something like a rocket was rushing here.
Before the rocket arrived, a beam of light like a searchlight had already shone at the corner of the tunnel. The light spot was almost pure white, as if a train was about to rush over.
The torch was immediately ignited, the bayonet was lit, and the power of the sun began to gather in the barrels of the two men's guns:
"What the hell! Stop! We're going to shoot!"
"Ah?" Shangluo stopped at the corner.
He looked back and saw no one behind him.
"Are you calling me?"
"Oh, I was shocked." When they walked in front of him, the two of them confirmed that this was Shangluo.
It's just that his dress is different from before, wearing golden roller skates and golden gloves. The schoolbag is also bulging, and there seems to be a lot of things stuffed in it.
"Are you coming to use the subway?"
"Ah, yes, use it. I have to go to the stadium."
The two of them got out of the way without saying anything. This door does not block him, he and Zhu Xianfen can enter at will. Although he was dressed strangely, as a cultivator, being strange is normal.
They moved out of the way, allowing Shangluo to go down to the subway entrance via the previous road.
Looking at the back door, Han Xingzhi's uncle has just come to work. After saying hello to Shangluo, he lifted the teapot next to the lounge chair and started reading with a Latin book "Gaul Wars". There is also a stack of Latin classics such as "Metamorphoses", "History of Rome", and "Aeneid" next to it to help him consolidate his learning of Latin.
Then he lowered his head and read a few words, and he suddenly felt something was wrong.
When I looked up, I saw that the car was still where it was.
"Eh? Aren't you here to borrow a car? Why didn't you drive the car away? Did you run over? You're so diligent."
Lowering his head, he continued to look at the half-faded book.
(End of chapter)
