The place Master Chen said is actually a metal processing factory, just because it is specifically to help people make props for filmmakers, so the artistic atmosphere is very strong, and on the way in, you can also see many props and weapons in the movie.

However, these props don't mean much to the two of them, Shen Changwen usually doesn't watch many movies, and Wu Xiaoqing almost hasn't seen them, so it's just a fresh look.

Wu Xiaoqing still cares about the weapons he wants to hold in his hands, and may even use the weapons himself.

The factory has a special reception room, and after they explained their intentions, they waited in the reception room for more than ten minutes, and Master Chen on the phone arrived. It can be seen that this is a person who doesn't like to talk much, so after chatting with each other, he took them directly to the processing site.

Master Chen directly showed Wu Xiaoqing the raw materials used, and also roughly talked about the process, as well as the appearance of the finished product - there are many swords here, it is easy to imagine. After discussing for a while, Master Chen determined that the weapon Wu Xiaoqing really wanted should be a one-handed sword with an open edge, preferably lighter, because Wu Xiaoqing also needed a light shield.

This is what Wu Xiaoqing thought of when he saw a shield after coming here. He originally wanted to make a door shield like a riot shield, but after testing the weight on the spot, he still accepted the suggestion and made a custom piece of metal middle shield - bows and crossbows must have existed in the era of cold weapons, and these weapons are actually no worse than Wu Xiaoqing's pistol in terms of power and range.

"By the way, Master Chen, do you know a teacher who knows swordsmanship, I want to learn it." After experiencing the awkward feel of the sword on the spot, Wu Xiaoqing felt that he needed to master it, after all, it was related to his life.

Master Chen directly called out a young man from the office in the factory: "Chen Shuai, my son, he usually likes to play this, you can discuss." ”

Hearing that Wu Xiaoqing wanted to play with the sword, Chen Shuai was a little excited, and he was a little disappointed when he heard Wu Xiaoqing say that he had no foundation at all. However, Wu Xiaoqing's attitude towards learning is still very correct, saying that even if the time is short, he hopes to learn two tricks on the spot - it is best to kill people in one move and save his life in one move.

The trick to save his life Chen Shuai is just one word, run. As for killing......

"Murder?" Chen Shuai smiled, "Who are you going to kill?" The first thing you have to do when making a movie is to be good. ”

Wu Xiaoqing said: "Is there also a realistic movie, that is, to make real killing tricks." ”

"There are no tricks to really kill, just those few words, fast, ruthless, accurate." Chen Shuai took the training wooden sword, stood in front of Wu Xiaoqing, and suddenly made a move, Wu Xiaoqing only felt a burst of sword light in front of him, he picked up the shield in his hand and subconsciously protected his face, and then felt that his abdomen was lightly clicked a few times in a row, and then on his legs.

He put down his shield, Chen Shuai had already put away his sword, and said to him: "If it is a real battle, you have already stabbed several holes." ”

Wu Xiaoqing said: "Isn't it useless for me to wear armor? ”

"If you're wearing armor, you'll probably be fine with this in the abdomen, but you can't do anything about the two hits on your legs, unless you have armor plates in your pants, both of which are directly aimed at the arteries. If you're wearing the kind of chain mail you ordered, and you're going to protect your face like you did just now, I'm sure I'll kick you to the ground first, and you're in that position......"

Chen Shuai learned the embarrassed appearance of Wu Xiaoqing who had just dodged. Wu Xiaoqing didn't realize it, but now it seems that this posture is to make it clear - lighter, I'm afraid of pain.

"The center of gravity is too high, and it is difficult to hit the opponent's head with a general cold weapon, the head is far and small as a target, and the opponent is easy to directly hit your empty door by leaning back. Especially if you have a shield in your hand, generally speaking, you just have to put the shield in this position, sideways...... The opponent comes to hit you, you can block the short weapon casually, it is easy to stand up, and if you stand it, you will fight back and stab it. When the long weapon is recovered, stick it and stab it...... So, you come and try. ”

Wu Xiaoqing spent more than an hour, probably learned the introduction of cold weapon fighting, and knew a most important cold weapon knowledge for himself - don't think about using cold weapons to fight people, let's practice more pistols.

Compared with cold weapons, pistols have at least two biggest advantages, first, they will not arouse the suspicion of others, because the other party's civilization is like primitive people, and they don't know pistols at all, and second, they can be killed safely. The pistol can pierce armor, and it is long-range, if you use a sword, even Chen Shuai said that his sword may not be able to pierce armor, so how can a half-player like Wu Xiaoqing face an enemy wearing armor?

In the evening, Wu Xiaoqing and Shen Changwen went to the shooting range together and fought for a whole night until the shooting range closed.

When he went home in the middle of the night, Wu Xiaoqing couldn't take a break, and he had to check the express delivery that arrived online. It wasn't until the second half of the night that Wu Xiaoqing was sure that everything on his schedule had been completed before he could go to sleep. By 8 a.m. the next morning, he had to get up on time and go to the horse farm to practice riding.

The search and rescue team gave the two of them three days to prepare, which was not long, and in a blink of an eye, it was over.

The two of them helped each other check their luggage and made sure that nothing was missing, so they came to the living room on the second floor of Wu Xiaoqing's house and closed all the curtains.

……

"Your Majesty." The waiter brought the toilet to the bed, then turned away.

The king got up behind him, urinated, and after finishing this difficult work, he cried out in discontent: "Is it big or small this time?" ”

"The healer of the Xiaoyang Sect, he said that he had seen His Majesty's illness." The waiter took the toilet and carefully delivered it to the door, and then asked the servants outside the door to pass it out.

"Did he help someone else heal?"

"Legend has it that it was cured." The waiter's voice trembled as he spoke, and he struggled to keep his voice calm.

"Have you sent someone to verify this legend?"

"I'll notify ...... immediately"

The king took the glass from the bedside and threw it at the waiter: "Now they have come to my bedchamber and are ready to taste my sweet beer at the door!" Now go and notify the verification, why don't you wait until I'm dead before you go! Get out! Watch that little idiot drink my beer. Tell him that if he can't cure his king, he's going to drink the king's sweet bar for the rest of his life! ”

When the attendant fled the palace gate in disarray, the prince walked through the gate. He saw the anger on his father's face and knew that the king was now losing his temper again. So he didn't go any further, but said from a distance at the door: "Father, the messenger of the Great Yang Sect ......."

"Let them go," the king roared, as another glass was flung out, "tell these two fools, big and small, that if you want to get your hands on my sword, you must first cure me!" Since they claim to be God's messengers on earth, then ask them to tell God that Lao Tzu doesn't want to go to heaven! ”

The prince quickly flashed his glass and quickly withdrew. After walking out of the temple gate, he asked the guards in full armor next to him, "How many healers are these?" ”

"The 19th, from the Xiaoyang Sect."

The prince smiled softly, but then became serious again, and said a silent prayer to the sun: "May the Lord be merciful." ”

Then he walked to the main hall—he was going to see for himself what would happen to this damned heretic.

In the hall, the healer had just taken the toilet brought by the waiter, and the queen, princess, medical minister, and guards gathered around the healer, watching to see if this unthinkable adventurer would bring new miracles. Like the previous 18 doctors, this one knows the first step in diagnosing sweet uria.

Now it is estimated that the entire Elise Kingdom, there is no one who does not know.

He reached into the toilet bowl with a hand, then took it out and shoved one of the fingers into his mouth. Even though they had seen it countless times, the crowd of onlookers still had a very bad reaction in their throats, and they all used the cider they had prepared in advance to suppress the feeling of nausea, ready to listen to the doctor's conclusion.

"It is indeed sweet urine," said the healer, "and I would like to see what His Majesty has eaten for the last month." ”

The medical secretary gestured, and soon the cook brought over a thick stack of parchment books, which they had prepared in advance.

The healer watched carefully for a long time, so long that the people who had been waiting for the conclusion left the main hall separately, and only the guards and the prince remained at the scene. The prince looked coldly at the heretic - this guy was just stalling in vain.

By nightfall, the healer had read all the records and said to the medical minister, who was in charge of receiving him, "The king needs to cut off his diet." ”

This answer was not surprising to those present, sweet urine requires diet control or even fasting, but, for a king, for King Elis, it is a bit difficult to do.

It's as if no one can stop a lion from hunting.

But Elise wasn't just a lion, he was a hungry, skinny lion. To make matters worse, under his claws, there are 1,000 heavily armored knights who, with a single roar, will not hesitate to tear anyone to shreds.

The king had been on diet reduction therapy for three years, and if it weren't for his fat enough before, he might not have been able to hold on to it now, but now that the king's weight and patience were running out, the lion was becoming more and more irritable and restless.

He even openly declared that whoever could let him live could give the kingdom to whomever he could! His kingdom, his army, the loyalty of his vassals, his gold and women...... As long as he can cure his illness, Elise can give everything he has.

This temptation has already cost 18 fools. Now there is a 19th.

The healer saw the hesitation on the face of the medical minister, and he was afraid that he would not dare to convey such advice to the king of Elis; I also saw the sinister smile on the prince's face, this bastard of the Great Yang Sect.

The healer, who had come with a mission from God, said, "I want to see His Majesty." ”

The Medical Secretary shook his head and let out a long sigh. The prince's smile bloomed on his face.

The healer entered the king's chamber as he wished.

Probably because God really favored him, he stayed longer than all the previous 18, a full half an hour.

But that is the end of God's providence.

The healer was drowned in the toilet by order of the king, and the next morning he was hung on the main gate of the castle, and then all the subjects of the kingdom of Elise knew that their king's illness was a little more serious.

May the Lord be merciful!

Everyone who saw this corpse prayed from the bottom of their hearts, for the king, for the kingdom, for all living beings.