Dongzhang in the God Sculpture

"Who are those golden soldiers?"

Dongzhang asked for the first time looking at the lonely man.

The big man glanced at the expressionless Dong Zhang and shook his head: "I don't know, Jin Bing had already left when that husband came home."

Taking a deep look at the lonely-looking big man in front of him, Dongzhang walked out the door with his sword in hand, and said as he walked, "You're wrong about one thing."

Dongzhang walked to the door, pushed out the blade with his thumb, and raised the fine steel sword above his head. At this moment, a ray of scorching sun fell on the cold blade of the sword and reflected dazzling light instantly. Dongzhang's emotionless voice also come behind:

"This is a real murder weapon, but it is not a sharp weapon for killing people."

Putting his sword back into its sheath and facing the bright sun, Dongzhang turned his head and showed a bright smile to the big man: "Dongmou bought it just to kill some disobedient pigs, dogs and beasts. Dongmou has always been a law-abiding citizen. , Brother Guan, you think too much."

The big man was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and said: "Young master is absolutely right, as expected, you are still a scholar with a brain, Guan has never read any books, and his mouth is tight."

After finishing speaking, the big man picked up the two bags of money on the table, followed two steps and said: "Then please take the money back, young master, and kill a few wild beasts in the future."

But at this time, Dongzhang had already started walking and continued to walk outside. When the big man was anxious to catch up a few steps, he saw Dongzhang with his back turned and waved his hands, signaling that he didn't need to catch up, and then a light voice came over:

"This sword has already been paid, so take it back."

"This..."

Dongzhang had already said this, the big man could only stand hesitantly and watch Dongzhang's back gradually go away, and then he seemed to have figured out something, so he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and went back to the bed comfortably, like It was like a stone fell in my heart, and I drank some long-lost wine at night.

And Dongzhang, after bidding farewell to the big man, also walked home alone. Unlike the hippie smiling face on the way back, Dongzhang was silent on the way back. When he came to the busy street, the familiar street The aunts and uncles joked and laughed at Dongzhang:

"Xiaodong was bullied by a fat girl in the back street? What kind of distraught look?"

Looking at the sincere neighbor's uncle and aunt on the opposite side, Dongzhang also raised his smile again: "Yes, I have great strength, and I insist on dragging me to her house to play."

"Oh, oh, you can't do it, you can't do it, that tiger girl is really capable of doing things, Xiaodong, you haven't been bullied, have you?"

Aunt Li, who sells onions, became excited instantly, and asked Xiang Dongzhang, and the others stretched their necks curiously. The street sellers are shouting all day long, but there can't be pedestrians at all times, and There are only a few people I know well, how can I not be bored in my free time, and gossip is normal.

Dong Zhang chuckled and said, "Guess."

As soon as these words came out, a group of curious uncles and aunts immediately rolled their eyes. Dongzhang just ignored him, raised the long sword in his hand, and said, "I'm going home to practice calligraphy. Goodbye everyone."

Seeing Dongzhang raised the long cloth strip in his hand, Aunt Li was instantly attracted by this object. She had already noticed it when they met just now, but before she had time to ask, this time she saw Dongzhang posing by himself, I couldn't help but ask:

"Xiaodong, what is the long cloth strip in your hand?"

"It's a pen, aunt."

Aunt Li looked at Dongzhang leaving with black lines all over her face. What a dead boy, what kind of pen is more than one meter long, this kid is getting more and more slippery, and then she laughed out loud.

But Dongzhang's mood has been readjusted after passing by the neighbors in the neighborhood, and he came to his door after a while carrying a fine steel sword. When he opened the courtyard door, the tangy fragrance was already wafting in his face.

Seeing Aunt Liu holding a large bowl of soup, Dongzhang floated to Aunt Liu with light steps, not afraid of being scalded, took the soup from Aunt Liu with one hand and brought it to the stone table, and then the two There is no one to take a ride while eating and chatting.

Aunt Liu naturally noticed the long strip of cloth that Dongzhang brought back, but she was just a cook, so naturally she didn't ask any more questions, she just ate the food according to her duties, but Dongzhang took the initiative to speak:

"Auntie, I want you to sew me a belt."

"belt?"

"Well, it should be thicker and longer. For the saber, it's better to have two layers, because my sword weighs about eleven or two catties, and I'm afraid it won't hold it with only one."

"Ah! Is there a heavy sword?"

Aunt Liu was taken aback and said it was a sword, but its weight was almost the same as that of an axe. An ordinary belt really couldn’t hold this weight. Seeing Aunt Liu was a little surprised, Dong Zhang couldn’t help pointing to the long cloth strip placed beside the sweet-scented osmanthus tree .

"Hey, that's it. After eating, I'll try its weight and make a guess. I'm not in a hurry to use it. I don't have to rush to work overnight."

"it is good."

Aunt Liu didn't doubt that there was him, she knew that this young master usually practiced some boxing and kicking, and Aunt Liu naturally knew that she was very strong. In the afternoon, she went to sleep leisurely after studying the Nine Suns Manual.

The next day, when Aunt Liu came home early in the morning to buy vegetables, she saw Dongzhang holding a fine steel sword in the yard, unsheathing the sword, and sheathing the sword. Shaking his head, he went to the kitchen, and said: "Master, the belt will take some time to be ready."

"Don't worry, I don't need to be so fast."

Dongzhang replied without turning his head, because there was no sword manual, Dongzhang didn't know where to start practicing swordsmanship. Thinking of those martial arts characters he liked in later generations, he thought of a very real sentence, that is, martial arts in the world, Only fast and not broken.

Zhongyuan Dianhong and Dongfang Bubai are firmly in the forefront based on the element of speed alone. Although the former is not in the strongest echelon, they have always killed their opponents with only one sword, and only one sword, because The sword is too fast, often when the sword is retracted, the blood spurts out in response. His style is Dong Zhang's favorite martial arts character.

Not to mention the latter one, who only relied on the second level of the Sunflower Treasure to resist Ren Woxing, Xiang Wentian, Linghu Chong, and Ren Yingying, and they were not at a disadvantage at all. Being distracted, and feeling sympathetic towards Linghu Chong and not being able to bear to hit hard, these four are not at the same level as Dongfang Bubai at all, they are far behind.

Linghu Chong's Dugu Nine Swords claim to break through the world's martial arts, but even if you see Dongfang Bubai's flaws, it is still useless. You are about to break someone who is already in front of you, and every move and style is one step faster than you. The ghost of agility can be called the number one in the swordsman.

In fact, in Dongzhang's opinion, Dugu Nine Swords should only be at the sharp sword level of Dugu Qiubai, and the moves of the weak crown age are far from the level of soft swords. The soft swords, heavy swords and even wooden swords after that are already a level that requires internal strength. Yes, even Dongzhang personally prefers the 72-way evil swordsmanship. According to the original book, the 72-way swordsmanship of the Lin family is ordinary, sparse and ordinary swordsmanship, but it is paired with a unique inner strength mental method, and it has been practiced for several months. Lin Pingzhi can completely abuse Yu Canghai, a first-class master, and even Linghu Chong, the protagonist, has a hard time defeating Lin Pingzhi.

Why is such a sparse and ordinary swordsmanship able to completely torment Yu Canghai, a first-rate expert? The only thing he can beat is the quick word, evil word. If you let Linghu Chong lose his sword in both hands, it is still unknown whether he can beat the second-rate master in the world.