Dad did a different thing! Pan Yang watched the whole process, and felt that his father was so meticulous!

For example, a good car model has a good car model that makes the body paint, engine, gearbox, wheels, lights and other details similar to the real car. The same is true of the sword made by my father, not to mention the most basic such as the sword blade, sword grid, sword stem, and sword head, and the sword spine with a convex midline of the sword body and the sloping sword on both sides of the sword spine are made, and even the circular convex ornament on the sword stem is also meticulously carved and feels excellent.

After repeated sandpapering, my father did not paste gold foil paper, but carefully coated with a layer of silver powder.

The sword that came out of this way was so cold and shining that it could almost be confiscated as a controlled knife.

"Dad, you're just a craft!" Pan Yang took the poplar wood sword made by his father and couldn't put it down.

"This sword has a soul." Dad squinted incomprehensibly, took out a cigarette and lit one:

"Your dad is nothing, your grandfather is what he did......"

Mom coughed, and the dad, who got carried away, was excited, and quickly went outside to smoke it.

Pan Yang has long been accustomed to the way his parents get along, and his mind is now all on this poplar sword.

I don't know if I can burn the sword that can become real in the netherworld, which makes Pan Yang look forward to the arrival of the night.

But there is still half a day, and it can't be wasted, Pan Yang locked himself in the bedroom to do experiments.

Since the ghost pupils can all play a role in the yang realm, the soul slashing sword should also be able to.

There must be no swords at home, neither big nor small, Pan Yang found the old man's Taiji sword.

It's a little softer, so let's make do with it.

Pan Yang pulled out the Tai Chi Sword and placed it on the table, frowning and staring at the Tai Chi Sword intently.

There was a dark aura in his eyes, which made him look as if he had no whites of his eyes.

At the same time, the Taiji Sword also had a dark yin and evil aura, trembling slightly as if there was a spirit:

"Buzz ......"

"Up!" Pan Yang snorted, the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and the black light flashed in his eyes, he had already used all his strength!

"Buzz ......"

The Tai Chi Sword trembled violently, and even drove the table to tremble together, as if it was about to rise to the sky at any time!

It's almost a loss, a loss! Pan Yang raised his eyebrows and gritted his teeth, but after all, he still leaked his mind......

"Poof!"

Pan Yang sat on the floor, sweating profusely and pale, as if his body had been hollowed out......

It's not scientific!

Obviously, I am doing what the master has taught, and this kind of empowerment teaching can't go wrong, so why can't I fly? Pan Yang was puzzled, and carefully recalled Kong Zhenren's pretending process, which seemed to be no different from what he did. Pan Yang locked himself in his bedroom and didn't come out all afternoon.

At dinner, Pan Yang still had this in his mind, and even the braised pork stewed by his mother was not fragrant.

Dad discussed with his mother while eating: "Wife, do you think we should buy Fit or Lavida?" ”

The son was worried, and the mother was anxious in her eyes, and she didn't have the heart to think about buying a car, so she replied casually:

"Didn't you say you would buy the Fit?"

"The fit is too small, our son is a big man of 1.84 meters, how aggrieved he sits!" Dad tried his best to bewitch:

"Lavida is different, although it is a compact model, but the length of four meters six and the width of one meter eight have caught up with the general medium-sized car, and the Ma Liu is about the same size, much larger than the Fit......"

Mom rolled her eyes impatiently: "What's wrong?" It's a lot of oil, just use it!

"Big cars and small cars don't drive the same yet!"

Pan Yang suddenly felt that he had captured some key words: "Mom, you repeat what you just said!" ”

My mother was stunned: "What did I say?" ”

Pan Yang was very anxious: "It's big, small, the same, whatever!" ”

Mom glanced at my father suspiciously and said, "What's wrong?" It's a lot of oil, just use it!

"Big cars and small cars don't drive the same yet!"

"That's right! How could I not have thought of it! Pan Yang's eyes lit up: "It's a big oil cost, just use it!" ”

The big sword and the small sword are not the same as killing!

No wonder the master used a mouthful of three-inch Qingfeng, it turned out that it was not because he liked small ones, but because they cost a lot of oil!

With such a simple truth, I am really a fan of the authorities...... Pan Yang threw his chopsticks excitedly: "I'm full!" ”

"Stop!" Mother Hedong lion roared: "There is still half a bowl of rice left!" How was it taught to you? Why don't you have it as a child?

"Eat! You can't leave until you finish eating! ”

Pan Yang: "......"

After solving the dinner, Pan Yang couldn't hold back his excitement and returned to the bedroom to start retreating. This time, he simply found a pencil sharpener, the old-fashioned one used in elementary school.

The total length is 10.5cm and the weight is 2.5g, which is much smaller than the Taiji sword, but much sharper than the Taiji sword.

Just like Kong Zhenren said: The sword is not gorgeous, but sharp!

Try it!

Pan Yang unfolded the pencil sharpener and placed it on the table, frowning and staring at the pencil sharpener intently.

As his eyes were filled with a sinister aura, so was the sinister aura on his pencil sharpener, and he trembled violently:

"Buzz ......"

That's it? That's it? I haven't done it yet! Pan Yang was full of confidence and shouted in a low voice: "Kang Mao North Nose!" ”

"Uhhh

The violently trembling pencil sharpener instantly soared into the sky and nailed into the ceiling with lightning speed!

"Buzz ......"

The hilt hummed, and the blade had completely sunk into the ceiling!

"!" Pan Yang excitedly punched a set of combination punches into the air: Flying Sword Flying Sword Flying Sword!

Lao Tzu can finally fly swords!

"Come back!" Pan Yang stretched out a hand, palm up, and urged the pencil sharpener.

"Buzz ......"

The pencil sharpener trembled violently, as if it was desperately struggling to get rid of its restraints, but it was always "unable to extricate itself".

Pan Yang was anxious, his eyebrows were raised, his teeth were gritted, the blue tendons on his forehead flared up, and the black light flashed in his eyes: "Give me back ......"

"Dang!"

With a crisp sound, the plastic handle fell weakly, and the blade broke into the ceiling......

It's embarrassing.

Pan Yang picked up the plastic hilt depressedly: It seems that what the master said is right, if you want to practice flying swords, you need a sword......

The mother who was eavesdropping on the door panel looked back at her father with a strange face: "What's that sound buzzing about?" ”

Dad's eyes widened blankly: "What a buzzing sound, I don't even know what you're talking about!" ”

My mother was skeptical: "I really don't know? ”

"Don't you know me?" Dad shook his head with a smile and returned to the master bedroom, quickly rummaging through the cabinets to find something......