The ability of the Soul Master, to a large extent, refers to the degree of fit. The higher the degree of compatibility with the machine spirit, the more you can reach the state of "unity of man and machine" and even "unity of heaven and man", and complete the great cause that ordinary people can hardly imagine. According to legend, before King Wu fell, Yang Jian was born, and once turned a three-pointed two-edged knife into a giant axe, splitting Huashan in one fell swoop; It is "splitting the mountain to save the mother" and "carrying the mountain day by day".

And the compatibility between Han Yang and Lingyu ......

"How many percent?" Han Yang asked, "Or, what percent?" In the future, let's stop talking about the words of the past, because you already know a lot about modern society. ”

The learning ability of machine spirits is amazing. In the past few days, through the Internet, Lingyu has even begun to pay attention to fashion brands.

"Yes. Lingyu said.

"What can be?"

"Vocabulary. You think I'm a modern person. ”

"What about fit?"

Ling Yu looked at him with a slight sneer in his eyes. Han Yang was a little hairy, and muttered, "I know it's very low, can I have ...... Thirty percent?"

Ling Yu smiled, very cold.

"Five percent. She said.

"What should I do?" Han Yang was dumbfounded.

"Practice!"

Han Yang himself also knew that if he could improve the fit with the Vermilion Bird Feather Fan, and then practice the inheritance hidden in the memory of the spirit feather, it should not be difficult to repair the Hundred Bird Chaofeng Spear.

The problem is that the fit is invisible, and there is no clue about how to improve, and it is not an overnight thing.

I hope Chang'an can wait. Should...... Right?

Zhao Changan looked very eager. This is understandable, but in any case, this is not an urgent matter to burn the eyebrows, and I am not sure that I can fix it.

"Chang'an. Han Yang raised his head sharply and stared at Zhao Changan's eyes. After a long time, he said softly: "I can't repair the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear." ”

"What?" Zhao Changan was stunned.

"I can't fix the Hundred Birds and Phoenix Spear. Han Yang Dao. "I do have a method, but I haven't been able to learn it yet. Moreover, the damage to the Hundred Birds Chaofeng gun is too much, and if you rush to repair it, the gun will be destroyed. ”

Zhao Changan lowered his head. - He can't fix it. - The gun will be ruined.

Zhao Changan clenched his fists and felt his pulse quicken. He inhaled deeply, with no expression on his face.

Han Yang looked at Zhao Changan.

Han Yang could hear Zhao Chang'an's breathing, but Zhao Changan didn't move or blink there, as if he was in some infinitely distant place, and his soul went farther. He was in pain. Han Yang thought to himself.

Han Yang seemed to feel Zhao Changan's pain. He didn't know why, but he didn't want to know why. "Perhaps, there is a possibility. Han Yang said slowly, "But you have to give me time." ”

Zhao Changan raised his head suddenly, his eyes shining. He subconsciously grabbed Han Yang's shoulders and stared at him. "I'll give you time! How long, a month, or a year, I can wait!"

"Two years. No, maybe...... At least five years. Han Yang said softly. "I'm sorry. ”

"Five years?" Zhao Changan let go of his hand, a little dazed. "How? aren't you already ......?"

"What?"

"No, no. Zhao Changan let go of Han Yang and inhaled deeply, "Five years...... I can wait. Yes, I can wait. "If I wait.

Zhao Changan gently pulled Han Yang's fingers away and straightened the collar of his shirt. "From today on, Han Yang, I will raise you for five years. ”

"Get out!" Han Yang said subconsciously. In the future, you must pay attention to the wording, and see that this style of painting is suddenly wrong. Han Yang took a few steps back and stared at Zhao Changan. "Make it clear. ”

Zhao Changan was also ridiculous. He raised his hand and smiled wryly. "Well, I have to tell you, when I was a child, I had a dream......"

"You'd better make it clear first. Han Yang glared.

He was distracted, as if he heard Zhao Changan speak in an extremely distant place.

“...... I need you to fix the Hundred Birds and Phoenix Spear. I beg you to fix it. For this, I will spare no cost - do you have to know why?"

"You don't have to tell me. "It's a machine spirit. I know. Han Yang heard his answer, and he also heard his own thoughts. He was like being in the clouds, overlooking himself and Zhao Changan in the room.

"You know what, when I was a kid, I had a dream...... In my dream, I am a hussar general!" Zhao Changan's smile was a little nervous, "I dreamed that I was wearing a silver helmet and silver armor, riding a snow-white horse, and there were tens of thousands of troops behind me! I pulled out my gun and waved it forward—the gun in my hand was the Hundred Birds Morning Wind Gun." ”

"Oh. Han Yang turned his head to look out the door.

"I had this dream over and over again...... You're not listening, are you?" Zhao Changan said helplessly.

"No, I was just thinking about what happened recently, but I didn't expect the world we saw to be so small, and times are about to change. ”