Chapter 63 Easy to practice but difficult to refine the golden bell jar

There was a "poof" sound, and Qing Shou poured everything he brought back on the table. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although it has been cleaned once, there is still a lot of dust splashed out. The flying dust shrouded the entire table, and Wang Jingluo complained while sticking his head over, looking at the bottles and cans that had been brought back. He said with interest: "I know what you brought back that notebook for, but what do these statues, nameplates, do they do?" ”

"I don't know what it does," Aoshou carefully sorted them out, "but I guess something that goes with this diary should be of some use." ”

"Well, I think you have a point....... That's weird! Wang Jingluo stretched out his hand and shook a set of military uniforms, "That's it, it's obviously for cosplay, right?" Hey, I made a full set. Is this a military ID or what? ”

Wang Jingluo opened the military ID card, looked at the words on it, and read: "Major of the Northwest Town Shoufu, Gu Lu." What the hell is this Northwest Town Guard? ”

"You said it was cosplay, of course it was played in their small circle, and outsiders didn't know about it." Qing Shou took the military ID card, "The black and white photo is a bit interesting." ”

Then he put his military ID aside and opened the thick diary, "Let me see what this runaway guy wrote on it." ”

"On November 17, it snowed heavily. Today it was our turn to attack, and after consulting with the commissar, I decided to set up an ambush in the grove leading to the railway. Things went well, and the movements of the Japanese squadron stationed nearby completely fell into our expectations.

Under the side fire of the heavy machine gun carried by the pillar, the Japanese squad that came to the rescue was instantly suppressed to the ground and could not move. It's just that at that time we didn't expect that the Japanese army had already sent a squadron around our right ......."

"What the hell is this?" Wang Jing's brows furrowed, "Is this writing a fantasy novel?" How can there be a war with the Japanese? ”

Qing Shou quickly flipped through the diary to the back, only to see that most of it was during the war, especially focusing on the protagonist's mental experience before and after several near-deaths, "It's very well written, it seems that a lot of effort has been put into it." ”

"Yes, it is said that most peerless masters are perverts. It seems that the guy we met usually has a hobby of writing novels, and it is also a pseudo-documentary martial arts novel. ”

"No, it's not exactly a martial arts novel," Qingshou turned to a certain page, stopped and read for a while, and then said, "Guess what I saw?" ”

"Well, if you asked, did you see someone who was very alert? Then you have to sneak up from behind and twist its neck. If you unscrew the head again, it will be crunchy and chicken-flavored? ”

"No, I saw a martial arts cheats of the Golden Bell Jar, and there are cultivation methods and pros and cons analysis behind it."

"What?" Wang Jingluo's face was happy, and he leaned over to take a look, "Sure enough, it's a cultivation method." This explanation is more than the number of words in the original cheats. Wait, what's the conclusion behind this? ”

Qing Shou turned the page and saw that it was written, "The golden bell jar is easy to practice and difficult to master, difficult to advance, the defense power is not enough to resist direct rifle fire before the six levels, and it takes too much time after the six levels, and the cost performance can only be regarded as medium, so it is abandoned." ”

"Well," he commented, "the writing is good, but this half-white word is too pretentious, and it seems that the owner of this diary is also very unhappy....... Well, it should be a person with a very complex mind. ”

"Forget it," Wang Jingluo said: "You don't specialize in psychology, so don't analyze what other people think here." ”

"Since the diary says that this golden bell jar is not cost-effective, let's see if there are any other descriptions of martial arts."

"Hey, do you think these Golden Bell Jar cultivation mantras are true? Maybe it's just Gu Lu's own imagination. ”

"Well, I'm inclined to believe it's true until it's completely falsified." Wang Jingluo said: "Did it say what kind of martial arts he practiced himself?" Since I dare to say that the cost performance of the golden bell jar is not high, then there must be some better martial arts in hand. ”

"I'll see." Qing Shou flipped through it again, and saw some "Five Tiger Broken Door Knife", "Tongjian Fist", "Chaotic Ring Jue" and other descriptions of my merits, but they were only half-starry side descriptions.

"It seems that there is no description of other martial arts, except for the careful explanation of the golden bell jar, the rest is the experience of the war or his personal cultivation experience."

"Then what kind of martial arts does he practice?"

"Well," Qing Shou flipped through the thick diary again, "It seems to be a martial art called the Wind Sword and Frost Sword, and it is said that after cooperating with the mental method of Shura Dao, the progress of cultivation can be rapid in one day....... A Thousand Miles in a Day......"

"This guy can really blow, and it's a thousand miles a day," Wang Jingluo laughed, "But the name of the Wind Sword and Frost Sword is good, it sounds like a secret book of peerless martial arts." ”

"Uh-huh," Aoshou nodded, then quickly read what was written in his notebook. He quickly read through those cultivation experiences and experiences, then closed his diary and began to think.

"What are you thinking?" Wang Jingluo said dissatisfiedly: "You didn't listen to me at all." ”

"Oh," Qing Shou came to his senses, and then smiled apologetically, "I was thinking, this person has actually written the secret book of the Wind Knife and Frost Sword in his diary, as long as we can piece together the insights we take, we should be able to restore that set of Wind Knife and Frost Sword and Shura Dao to a .........."

"Nine times out of ten?" Wang Jingluo sighed, "Even I know that the profound martial arts are all the slightest difference, and they are thousands of miles wrong, nine times out of ten?" I guess I'll be able to train the dead. ”

"No, it's not that good, it's probably good to have one." Qing Shou put down the diary regretfully, "In the end, this is just someone who uses it to record his own mental journey...... Or if it's a fantasy thing, you can't be too demanding. Well, the things he wrote about fighting the Japanese in the snow really seem to be like that. ”

"Yes, this is really a fanatical enthusiast," Wang Jingluo picked up a bayonet from the table and said, "This kind of thing is rare now." ”

"Do you know what this is?" Qing Shou took the bayonet, the cold blade reflected the cold light, there were speckled marks on the blood trough, and a faint smell of blood came from the blade.

"Hehe, you're really asking the right person. This is a bayonet used on a rifle used by the Japanese before the Type 38 rifle, you look at this blood tank, it is really restored, almost the same as on the pictures I have seen. ”

The sharp murderous aura emanated from the bayonet, making Qing Shou shudder, and he said thoughtfully: "Perhaps, what is written in this diary is not necessarily not true. ”

"If it's true, then he really fought with the Japanese with bayonets?"

"Maybe." Qing Shou shrugged, "Since we have now assumed that this is a peerless master, then why can't he be an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, from the years of the Anti-Japanese War to the present........ Well, that still doesn't make sense......." (To be continued.) )