"The clarity of the totem reflects the strength of the spiritual root, you should know that, right?" Huang Guanjie asked as he pasted the test end on the instrument to Hua Shang's head.

"Yes. The clearer it is, the stronger the spiritual root should be. Hua Shang nodded.

"Of course, this is not a linear proportional relationship, the strong spiritual power, the strong the condensed spiritual root. Of course, sometimes a good condensation effect of the spiritual root can also in turn increase the spiritual power, which is a coupling relationship. However, generally speaking, if the spiritual root is strong, the spiritual totem will be clear. Huang Guanjie turned around and turned on the monitor on the instrument and tapped the screen with his hand.

The screen flickered a few times, and a vague circular spot of light appeared, and nothing could be seen clearly. Huang Guanjie and Hua Shang were both stunned.

"This ......" Huang Guanjie was embarrassed for a while. He just boasted about Haikou. But now Huashang's new spiritual root is completely the original rotten spiritual root.

"Director Huang, this instrument has been around for a long time, it's not allowed. Hua Shang is quite open, he has not yet entered the state of accepting reality.

"Although this instrument is from 10 years ago, it is very sensitive and there has been no problem. Huang Guanjie said depressedly.

"Look here!" Hua Shang excitedly pointed to a raised light thorn on the spot, "There seems to be a trick here!"

"Do you think this is a B-ultrasound? Congratulations on giving birth to a boy?" Huang Guanjie said very depressedly.

"So...... Instructor Huang, am I still a rotten spiritual root?" Hua Shang was anxious.

"Well, how did I know you were so unlucky. Huang Guanjie cried with a sad face. Hua Shang's luck seems to be worse than his own. Reverse practicing the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa is really unreliable.

At this moment, there was a clear change in the light spot on the screen. Hua Shang exclaimed in surprise: "Ah! It's changed! Look!"

Huang Guanjie hurriedly turned his head, and was shocked to find that the outline around the light spot on the screen had changed from a blurry burr to a clear and abnormal. The spiritual totem is beginning to take shape! This is an excellent start! Huang Guanjie watched intently. It was a moment of true miracle. Witness the rebirth of the reshaped spirit totem.

The change has finally stopped. The spots of light became unusually vivid, but they were also unusually unbelievable. It's just a ball. Small, round white balls. Because the overall image is a ball, there is no way to see whether it is clear or not.

"This is ......" Huang Guanjie covered his chin and looked at the screen, "Well, I have never seen this kind of totem." ”

"I've seen ......," Hua Shang exclaimed in his stomach, "Isn't this table tennis?"

"I don't know if it's blurry or HD. Huang Guanjie couldn't understand when he looked left and right.

"Pretty clear, it must be HD!" Hua Shang said excitedly. He is too familiar with table tennis, and he can understand the image quality at a glance.

"It's good if you're happy. Huang Guanjie shrugged his shoulders, and he was relieved. Although, a ball to make a totem, never heard of. However, it's easy for this kid to choose weapons, and it's good to choose a meteor hammer.

Hua Shang turned his head to look for his sword and found that Aijian was not by his side.

"Where's my sword?" he was so frightened that he squirmed out of bed.

"It should be in the yard. I didn't bring you in when I brought you in. Huang Guanjie said nonchalantly.

"My sword ......" Hua Shang ripped off the sensor attached to his head, ran out of the bungalow like a gust of wind, and rushed to the center of the farmhouse.

Aijian still stayed quietly in the cyan fishskin scabbard, lying quietly on the ground, never leaving. Hua Shang excitedly rushed to Aijian, picked up the scabbard, and drew his long sword.

"Yo, old man!" Hua Shang called affectionately. However, he felt a feeling of emptiness. Aijian's telepathy, which had always been inseparable from him, disappeared. It was as if the spirit inside the sword had vanished.

"No, where have you been, come out quickly! Come out for me!" Hua Shang was frightened, he hugged his sword and shouted.

Empty, with nowhere to put it. Hua Shang could not find the spiritual connection that he had already familiarized. In his mind, there was no picture either. Sword dancers, fireflies, sword scores...... Nothing. His sword spirit seemed to have abandoned him.

"Don't go, don't go! I'm still here, I'm not going anywhere!" Hua Shang was anxious, "I will never abandon you, I will love the sword for the rest of my life!"

In a panic, Hua Shang suddenly had a hint of enlightenment. It is likely that his new spiritual root has affected his mental force field, making it impossible for him to connect with the spirit of the sword. How do they get in touch? Through resonance? Do they have to go to the same frequency?

Hua Shang exhaled a breath, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and exercised, trying his best to regulate the internal force in his body, trying to find the frequency of the right way. After spitting out for a long time, finally, the sword in his hand let out a crisp sword sound. In an instant, everything came back. Electrocardiograms, spiritual connections, and the feeling of being surrounded by familiar old friends are all back.

"Is that you? Are you back?" Hua Shangcheng asked with trepidation.

The long sword emitted a faint sword sound, melodious and pleasant.

"Huh" Hua Shang breathed a long sigh ......of relief, he pulled out his long sword, kissed the blade hard, looked up to the sky and laughed, extremely excited.

"Hey, Weizi, it seems that you brought this kid a little nervous, he talks to the sword, and you dare to believe it?" Huang Guanjie's small voice came from the bungalow, which was keenly captured by Hua Shang's ears. He was suddenly anxious and hurriedly rushed to the door of the bungalow.

"What's no wonder? Love the sword like life, you are not like this?" Huang Guanjie was still holding his mobile phone to talk, and when he turned around, he saw Hua Shang and hurriedly hung up the phone.

"Director Huang, I'm not neurotic, I'm just ......," Hua Shang explained anxiously.

"Love swords is obsessed, right?" Huang Guanjie squinted at him.

"Do a line of love. Hua Shang grinned. He was in a very good mood.

"Didn't that guy Rongwei tell you that the sword warrior will eventually have to change to other weapons in order to climb to the peak of the martial arts?" Huang Guanjie raised his eyebrows and asked coldly.

"That's it. For example, the way of the sword into the gun, the way of the sword into the stick, the way of the sword into the knife and so on. Hua Shang nodded.

"Don't be too tied to your sword, the warrior's equipment is always changing, at different stages, with different equipment, with their different strengths, and constantly climb upward. This is martial arts. Huang Guanjie said sharply.

"Me and my sword will last a lifetime. Hua Shang couldn't help but pick up the sword in his hand again, looking up and down, left and right, and re-immersed himself in the joy of the lost sword in love.

"Silly boy, the martial arts are all the way, and the class is bypassed, so we must simplify the complex, and then simplify the complex, and stay together, and it will not be long-term. Huang Guanjie clasped his arms with his hands and looked serious.

"Since you can enter the sword into the gun and the way of the sword into the stick, why can't you enter the sword in the way of the sword? Hua Shang looked at the sword in his hand affectionately and said casually.

"Kendo...... Into the sword?" Huang Guanjie's hair suddenly exploded, and a clear coolness poured from head to foot, making his heart, which was already silent as death, suddenly fluctuate, and he couldn't help himself. Impossible, absolutely impossible......! What did I do wrong?