Chapter 12 The Real Soldier

You can't blame a group of bodyguards for not working hard. You said that a knife disappeared in a trance in full view of the crowd under the tight protection of as many as 50 people. How to guard against this kind of mysterious and strange thing? And this kind of thing is not one or two. The other lost weapons are like this, all of which are so inexplicably lost to the extreme,

It's really unpreventable.

Forget it, isn't it just a knife and a sword,

All the people who have lost their weapons are comforting themselves, and at the same time, they scolded: You have the ability to steal like this. It's more than enough to steal the emperor's treasury. If you have nothing to do, come and steal a few

?

It's really hard to understand! Grass!

In the past few days, Dugu Xiaoyi has almost tried his best and launched a strong offensive against Jun Moxie first. This little girl in the world was finally anxious after seeing that Qinghan was about to achieve the right result!

For the sake of her lifelong happiness in the future, the little girl doesn't care what others think or think about it. It made the mouth of several brothers of the Dugu family who followed the expedition bubble, but it was ineffective,

On the contrary, Guan Qinghan has completely returned to the cold normal since the big account discussion that day, and he did not pretend to say anything to Jun Moxie. I'm afraid to avoid it, but Jun Moxie is not discouraged at all. He has been defeated repeatedly, but he has been defeated repeatedly. He is not tired of it.

The thickness of the young master's face has really reached the point of turning the city wall. During this period, it has opened the eyes of many soldiers!

Jun Moxie doesn't have to be entangled with Guan Qinghan. Every morning, he came over and said hello to the soldiers nearby, then knocked on the door, and then closed the door. Then he continued to come back and talk with the sergeants, waiting for the two women to come out to wash up, and then go up and ask. He said a few words with a hippie smile. It's okay to ignore him, and

Well, it's over in the morning.

He finished, but Dugu Xiaoyi came to work, and sometimes he didn't wait to finish grooming. He directly pestered Jun Moxie, which was the same as the method used by Jun Moxie against Guan Qinghan. Jun Moxie's reaction was even similar to that of Guan Qinghan. It was not far away. If he left, so Dugu Xiaoyi became more and more brave. Repeated defeats and battles, repeated and repeated battles, the more setbacks and more fierce, so the three of them cycled like this,

At noon, such a cycle will be repeated again. In the evening, it will continue to cycle over and over again"

Later, the soldiers lost their interest in watching the play. Can't the three of you do something substantial? It's annoying to talk like this all the time. Are you guys? Shit, you don't bother us. We are tired of looking at it.

But there is another thing that still makes everyone strange. The vast majority of people get up energetic in the morning, at least not to be listless, but Master Jun looks very tired after getting up in the morning these days. It's like he hasn't done a good thing all night. It's been like that for a few days in a row. Even the small face tends to be thin. You have to have breakfast and rest for a while. Then he gradually regained his spirit and became lively again."

Everyone is very strange. It seems that Jun San Shao has nothing to do at night. They are all one. How can people be so tired when they live? I didn't see him work during the day. What's going on? Miss Qinghan and Miss Dugu fell asleep early these days. It should not be them. Who else can there be?

For this abnormal phenomenon, Uncle Dongfang put up with it for a long time, and finally quietly called his good nephew aside. He secretly told him: Mo Xie, young people should know how to restrain yourself. Uncle also knows that you have to enjoy that wonderful taste for the first time, but you suddenly cut off and have no place to vent. Uncle has also been through a year. Of course, you understand it very well, but you have to try your best to restrain the number of times you "comfort yourself" in one night. You can't die every other night. Don't That thing is addictive. But it's really harmful to the body, especially for us who practice martial arts. Besides, it's not a good thing for future generations. We must be restrained,

Jun Moxie stared at his eyes and listened to his uncle's teachings. He was so speechless that he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Ok, you think too much, I'm not." Jun Da Shao hurriedly distinguished. Oh, my God, it's not like that.

"What's not it?!" Dongfang Wenqing stared. Then he breathed a little and said, "Everyone is a man. I'm your uncle. Your little narrow-minded uncle is still unclear. What can't you say? What's the inconvenience? It's normal for a young man to have that need, and his uncle also came over. "I think he was also young in those years, and there was no restraint. Alas, in a word, in a word, don't do this kind of thing in the future, you know? Uncle is for your own good. Don't say no, just do it."

Master Jun's face was black and extremely speechless. I'm depressed at home. My uncle has personally made a lesson. What else can he say? What dare you say?!

"Ha ha" everyone understands "young people. It's always a little angry. Uh-huh, um, try to restrain yourself and don't say anything." Dongfang Wenqing patted his nephew's shoulder affectionately, restored the particularly solemn Shen Xuanqiang's demeanor in Pingsuli, and walked out with a sense of satisfaction of a teaching businessman.

Fortunately, I found it early. My nephew was not addicted to it, so he hurriedly taught by word and body. If Xiyou is formed in the future, it will be really bad, just like in those years. Alas, the past is unbearable to look back. Dongfang Shenxuan looked proud and walked out easily with a little gloom.

Jun Moxie later inquired and learned from the other two uncles that although the eldest uncle had many wives and concubines, he had no children and no one under his knees. There is no successor, but the more so. The more concubines are taken, and the more concubines are taken, the less there is. It has formed a vicious circle."

Now the number of wives and concubines in the East is said to be forty or fifty. "This is a rather horrible number! Even if such a rotating rain and dew are stained in one night, it will take almost two months."

So that's it!

Jun Moxie secretly laughed twice, thinking in his heart, with his own medical skills and medicinal materials. It's completely okay to help uncle restore his ability to have children. "But what should I say?

Besides, today's old man saves others by himself. Unexpectedly, I put such a big label on the young master without asking for no reason. It doesn't seem to make sense if I don't retaliate. He is an uncle, and the revenge by force definitely doesn't make sense. As for the rest, "Well, let's just wait until the Oriental Family, it's not urgent. Watching his uncle go away, Jun Moxie hurriedly returned to his tent. His wrist turned over, and a snowy long sword appeared in his hand. The sword was two feet and four feet long, six points shorter than the traditional three-foot green peak, the width of the sword was less than three points, and the thickness was moderate. The hilt of the sword is not decorated at all. In terms of the external shape of the sword alone, it is clumsy, simple and ordinary.

But it is sharp!

When the sword finger was taken out, the temperature in the whole tent seemed to drop suddenly, and it was cold! Even in this sunny noon, there is a feeling of dusk in the tent!

From the body of the sword to the tip of the sword, it seems to be swallowing the cold flame. In fact, it is not shining. It stays quietly in Jun Moxie's hands like this, but it naturally has a kind of shocking king's demeanor! People will unconsciously feel that the sword seems to have already been shining in the dark!

Jun Moxie's fingers gently flicked the body of the sword. Almost at the same time, an unusually clear cry came out, thinking that a bloodthirsty dragon that had been sleeping for ten thousand years suddenly woke up from the tip and made a thirsty cry!

The sword suddenly rushed into the air!

Within a radius of dozens of feet, everyone felt a throbbing in their hearts, and countless horses hissed in panic at the same time! It's as if an ancient unworldly demon suddenly came to them. The horror is inexplicable,,

Jun Moxie took off a long knife hanging on the wall of the tent. The sword stretched out flat and stood up. The sword was facing the sky, and then the knife was gently put down from the sky.

Oh,,

With a soft sound, the long knife with a cold light naturally cracked into two halves like tofu, and fell to the ground de half,

This soft sound is like inserting a fast knife into the wood, which is so subtle that it can hardly be heard at all. However, a hundred-war long knife has been broken into two pieces!

Jun Moxie breathed a sigh of relief, stroked the ridge of the sword, and whispered, "Compason with you, those so-called magic soldiers who cut iron like mud and blow short hair. What is it? You are the real king of soldiers! The Emperor of the Sword!"

The long sword is silent and silent.

"Three hundred and thirty-three long knives, three hundred and thirty-three sharp swords. Three hundred and thirty-three long halberd, a total of 999 weapons, made your sword! How much blood do you need to feed you? Jun Moxie is as gentle as talking to a living person. And slowly.

He knows that he can understand this sword! Really understandable!

The treasure knife has a spirit, and the artifact has a soul!

The sword trembled gently, but it didn't seem to move. But a strange halo extended from the hilt of the sword to the tip of the sword, swam back, stopped at the ridge of the sword, and remained silent. It's like the soul of a bloodthirsty poisonous snake. I swam back and forth on the sword,

Jun Moxie carefully stroked his arm with a sword front, and a wisp of fresh blood flowed out to the sword. The long sword reversed. This wisp of blood was smeared on the whole body of the sword, and then left along the tip of the sword. The body of the sword was like autumn water, spotless. It shines on people.

This action is very slow, very serious, very pious! Even "very pregnant"

With my blood, nourish my sharp weapon; with my soul. Respect my soldiers! This is the long-standing tradition of swordsmen of the Chinese nation, an ancient ceremony! Since there are swordsmen in the world, this ceremony has lasted for thousands of years. After the rise of hot weapons and the decline of cold weapons, it is on the verge of

!

But in this different world, at this moment, Jun Moxie carried out this extremely ancient ceremony with his supreme piety, to himself and to his sword! He wants to express his love for the long sword in this way, and also remind himself in this way!

No matter where you are! I'm still inflamed yellow blood. Descendants of China!

Even though I'm the only one between heaven and earth!