Chapter 56 The past is gone and never comes again

The box is about four and a half feet long and about a palm wide. It is made of mahogany without coloring. It is only coated with a layer of varnish. Under the paint, you can see flower-like charms, and you can faintly smell the residual fragrance of wood. It is heavy in your hand, which is quite heavy. The opening is at the left end, and there is a pull handle at the top connected to the side of the box.

"Sword box?" Yong Bowen looked back at Yu Chunbing, gently pulled the handle, and heard a crisp sound. The box opened, revealing a row of ten tail handles of different shapes, most of which did not look like swords.

"Old man, what kind of age is this? How can I send such an uncreative thing as a sword box!"

The fish whitened Yong Bowen, held the first handle and pulled out.

A long sword!

It is purely handmade, and you can also see the LOGO created by Jingjintang.

Yong Bowen looked at the fish pure ice in astonishment.

"You are used to cutting people with a sword, so of course the first position is the sword." Yu Chunbing explained and waved a few times, "This is made by Jiangnan Jingjintang. It is made by ancient methods and integrates modern technology. In ancient times, it is a regular magic weapon that cuts iron like mud. Try the feel. I think you have a quite powerful swordsmanship. Anyway, you have to get a good sword, so I bought one for you. By the way, what's the name of your swordsmanship? Is it also the unique skill of your Tianshibei School? In the Taoist school, it is rare to see such a powerful and masculine swordsmanship.

Yong Bowen took the sword and waved it a few times. He felt that it was really smooth. However, although the things made by modern running water operations were very standard and neat, compared with the real good sword of ancient man, he always felt that it was almost spiritual. He had seen a bronze sword in the Warring States Period in the museum. It was about four feet long and as thin as cicada wings. Although he was just lying on the shelf, he was full of such a restless aura. Compared with the sword made by Jingjintang, it seemed to be the difference between retarded and genius.

It's just that kind of good sword. In this impetuous society, it can no longer be made.

"That's right. When you cut people in the future, you don't have to look for guys everywhere." Yong Bowen praised, but the question about Yu Chunbing was vague. "My set of swordsmanship is not a school. I learned it before, and I don't know what genre it is. Anyway, I heard from Grandpa that it is not Taoist swordsmanship. It should be from Buddhism, but it is very easy to use, so I use it." All the problems are pushed to Grandpa. Anyway, he has been reincarnated, and he is not afraid to come to him to have sex with him.

Yu Chunbing put the Jingjintang sword back in place, held the second handle and pulled it out, and said, "Look at this, this is the real..."

"Meach Sword?" Yong Bowen looked at the drawn wooden sword and blurted out. It seems that this is really a sword box.

"That's right, it's the mahogany sword. Our Chinese mages must use tools to cast spells, so put it in the second position. Remember, don't pull it wrong."

Yu Chunbing quickly inserted the mahogany sword back and went to draw the third handle.

An assembled single-fire sniper rifle.

Yu Chunbing was obviously relieved. He held the rifle and said proudly, "This is the third must-have tool for modern mages, the long-range cloth gun!" It has a range of 1,200 meters and is driven by mana. It is easy to operate and easy to use. You only need to roll the drawn rune with a reel and stuff it into the bullet compartment. Come on, lend me a thunderbol.

Yong Bowen took out a five-thunder charm and handed it over.

Yu Chunbing pulled out a screwdriver-like slender tool from the handle, clamped the end of the rune paper with a tweezer-like clip at the front end, pulled the other end, and then gently pressed the end of the tool handle. The front end of the tool quickly rotated quickly, quickly rolled the thunderbol into a slender small roll, popped out two thin strips in the handle, and rolled the rune paper firmly. After clamping it firmly, it is stuffed into the bullet compartment.

With a click, he gently closed the bullet compartment. Yu Chunbing raised his gun and glanced at it. He stuffed it to Yong Bowen and said, "Try a shot."

Yong Bowen took the gun, learned from the scenes he had seen in movies and TV, and clumsily raised the gun.

Press your hand on the handle of the gun, and you can clearly feel the rune array engraved on it. This magic array connected the gun with his body, making his mana pour into the gun endlessly, and then flowed back to his body from the gun, as if the gun had become part of his body circulation. The mana flows in the gun body. After encountering an obstacle in a certain place, it forms a reflux. The obstacle is very weak, and you only need to push the mana to break through.

It's really a good thing that is simple and easy to use.

Yong Bowen walked to the window, put the gun on the window sill, half squatted down, tilted his head, and looked out through the scope.

Just at night, the streets are brightly lit. Although it is not a first-class big city, it is a busy time as a Binhai resort.

The beach is not far from the hotel. There are still a lot of tourists on the beach, but there is no one to go to the sea. They gather in groups on the beach, sitting or lying or standing, drinking and eating barbecue, and there are also people drinking and singing. The noise penetrates the waves of the shore and rising far into the night sky.

I don't know who bought fireworks, and they are blooming, and the colorful fireworks are blooming under the starry sky.

A person's vague shout came from the faint wind. It seemed that he used something like a loudspeaker to directly overwhelm all the noise on the beach, "Lu Feifei, I love you!"

There was immediately a burst of laughter on the beach. Some people were screaming, some people were whistling, and some people were applauding, as if they were having a holiday.

Yong Bowen's heart trembled and he thought about his former college in a trance.

That year, he was a sophomore and Ai Liyun was a junior. The news said that there was a meteor shower that had been rare for hundreds of years.

Although it is winter, the school playground is still full of excited students at night.

Several piles of bonfires rose on the playground. Students played excitedly around the bonfire, drank and ate barbecue, and some people sang loudly, threw wood into the bonfire, splashing the old high sparks, as if they were set off fireworks, which was more lively than the festival.

Many of them are students from other schools. They come for their boyfriends or girlfriends. Ailiyun specially came from school to accompany Yong Bowen to watch the meteor shower.

Although the two were very close at that time, they had not pointed out the relationship between each other. They were usually matched by their siblings. Throughout the school year, they knew that Yong Bowen had a beautiful and capable little sister. Many bold brothers and brothers also came over to ask him to help bridge the way. The love letters were piled up, which was so important. Of course, things can't be done in vain, and you can't invite dinner or give benefits. Yong's younger brother took all the benefits, and burned all the love letters when he turned around. He has always wanted to say those three words to Ai Liyun, but neither the spell spells he has learned or a belly of scientific knowledge can give him even a little more courage to say these three words. It's been delayed all the time, but it can't be given to other perverts, can it?

That night, the meteor shower did not come, but when it was close to dawn, several sparse meteors swayed from the sky.

The students who had been waiting all night jumped up one after another and made a wish to the sliding meteor.

Ai Liyun closed her eyes and made a wish seriously. Yong Bowen stared at her side face seriously and continued to accumulate enough courage that had been bulging all night.

The remnants of the extinguished bonfire fell on Ai Liyun's face, reflecting a faint light.

In the eyes of Yongbobo at that moment, this is the most beautiful scenery in the world, and this is the beauty that has been rare for thousands of years.

His heart beat faster and faster, his breathing became tighter and tighter, and there was an impulse to jump on and hug the Iraqi.

The meteor flashed by, and everyone easily put down their hands, shouted for a long time, and began to interrogate what wish the other half beside them had made.

Ai Liyun asked Yong Bowen what wish he had made. Yong Bowen was a little panicked. He didn't look at the meteor at all and didn't care about making a wish, so he had to change the topic and ask Ellie Yun what wish she had made. Aili Yun smiled and said that she hoped that the future would be as happy and romantic as tonight. Her face turned red with cold, and she kept rubbing her hands. She looked so cute. Yong Bowen asked her if her hands were frozen. She nodded with a red face and looked at him expectantly. So Yong Bowen summoned up the courage to take out his gloves and handed them over. Fortunately, I had the foresight to prepare the gloves. Then he scolded himself in his heart for being a waste. Isn't it just holding hands? When I was a child, I didn't care if I pulled it every day. Why didn't I dare to pull when I was old? Then I recalled with some confusion. When did I start not dare to pull Xiaoyun's hand? This question made Yongbo, who has always had an excellent memory, very distressed, and he didn't notice Ellie Yun's disappointed look.

The bonfire went out, the meteors left, and the students who had been busy all night were tired and dispersed one after another.

Yong Bowen and Ai Liyun walked out of the playground side by side. In front of them were a couple, holding hands intimately, leaning their heads close, whispering in a low voice. Yong Bowen has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. Except for his eyes that are tired of myopia because of going to school and reading, other organs are quite sensitive. Although the first two words are light, they can still be heard. The girl was asking the boy what wish he had made. The boy refused to say it at first, but he couldn't resist the girl's soft plea, so he had to say that he had made a wish to love the girl for the rest of his life, and the girl patted the boy with a happy smile. Yong Bowen couldn't help turning his head to look at Ai Liyun, but found that Ai Liyun also turned her head to look at him. Her charming big eyes were shining, warmer than the bonfire in the winter night, brighter than the meteors that cut through the night sky, like lightning, and like sharp arrows, which suddenly pierced the bottom of his heart, making him almost suffocating at that moment.

After a night of courage, it was like the air in a balloon. After being pierced by this arrow, it suddenly burst out and made him roar loudly, "Sister Xiaoyun, I love you!"

This voice is so loud that most of the people on the playground heard it.

After a brief silence, everyone looked this way in astonishment, followed by laughter, strange screams, whistles, and applause.

The scene in front of me is really familiar.

People are really strange. They always feel sad because of the occasional touching of the scene under inexplicable circumstances.

Yong Bowen felt that his eyes were a little sour. He raised his head and blinked vigorously, looked up at the starry sky, and shouted silently, "Sister Xiaoyun, where are you?" Suddenly, there was an uncontrollable impulse to rush back to Chuncheng and rush to Ai's house to see what happened. Even if the Ai and his wife wanted to leave without saying goodbye, Sister Xiaoyun would definitely leave him a clue so that he could find her even across thousands of mountains and rivers.

Yu Chunbing urged impatiently, "Hey, why are you looking at it for so long? Hurry up!" I have other things to introduce here."

"Immediate!" Yong Bowen took a deep breath, looked at the scope again, and decisively pulled the wrench. The mana that was hindered on the gun burst out in an instant, shooting out the thunderbole in the gun.

An iron frame playing bungee jumping on the beach roared, and the electric light lit up half of the night sky, causing a scream on the beach.