The box is about four and a half feet long, about a palm wide, made of peach wood, no coloring, only a layer of varnish, under the lacquer can be seen flower-like runes, and you can vaguely smell the residual fragrance of wood, holding it in the hand is heavy and quite weighty. The opening is at the left end, and there is a pull handle attached to the side of the box.

"Sword box?" Yong Bowen glanced back at Yu Chunbing, and gently pulled the handle, and heard a crisp snap, and the box opened, revealing a row of ten tail handles of different shapes, most of which didn't look like swords.

"Old-fashioned, what age is this, how could I give such an uncreative thing as a sword box!"

Yu Chunbing glanced at Yong Bowen, reached out and grabbed the first handle, and pulled it out.

A long sword!

Purely handmade, you can also see the LOGO created by Jingjintang at the sword.

Yong Bowen looked at Yu Chunbing in amazement.

"You're used to slashing people with a sword, so of course the first place is a sword." Yu Chunbing explained, waving a few times, "This is made by Jiangnan Jingjintang, built by ancient methods, integrated with modern technology, and placed in ancient times, it is a genuine weapon that sharpens iron like clay." Try the feel, I see that you have a set of quite powerful swordsmanship, how can you have a good sword, so I bought you one. By the way, what is the name of your set of swordsmanship, is it also the mastery of your Heavenly Master's Northern Sect? In the Taoist school, it is rare to see such a powerful and masculine swordsmanship. ”

Yong Bowen took the sword and waved it a few times, feeling that it was indeed quite handy, but although the things made by modern assembly operations are very standard and neat, compared to the really good swords made by the ancients, I always feel that it is still almost spiritual. He had seen a bronze sword from the Warring States period in the museum, about four feet long, as thin as a cicada's wings, although it was just lying on the shelf, but it was full of such a restless aura, compared to this long sword made by Jingjintang, it was like the difference between the mentally handicapped and the genius.

It's just that that kind of good sword, in the impetuous society of modern times, probably can't be made anymore.

"Yes, when you cut people in the future, you don't have to look for guys everywhere." Yong Bowen praised it, but he was vague about Yu Chunbing's question, "My set of swordsmanship is not in the school, it was learned by my grandfather before, and I don't know what genre it is, anyway, I heard my grandfather say that it is not a Taoist swordsmanship, it should be derived from Buddhism, but it is very easy to use, so I will use it." "All the questions, push 625 on grandpa, anyway, his old man has been reincarnated, and he is not afraid to confront him.

Yu Chunbing inserted the Jingjintang sword back into its place, grabbed the second handle and pulled it out, and said, "Look at this, this is the real ......"

"Peachwood Sword?" Yong Bowen looked at the wooden sword he pulled out and blurted out. It really looks like it's a sword box.

"That's right, it's the peachwood sword, our Chinese mage, you must use tools to cast spells, so put it in the second position, remember, don't pull it wrong."

Yu Chunbing hurriedly inserted the peachwood sword back and went to draw the third handle.

An assembled single-shot sniper rifle.

Yu Chunbing breathed a sigh of relief, held the rifle, and said proudly: "This is the third essential tool for modern mages, the long-range talisman gun!" The range is 1,200 meters, driven by mana, and all spells are laid out, simple to operate, easy to use, just need to roll the drawn talisman with a reel, stuff it into the bomb bay, and you're good to go. Come, lend me a thunder talisman. ”

Yong Bowen took out a five-thunder* talisman and handed it over.

Yu Chunbing took out a slender tool like a screwdriver from the handle of the gun, clamped one end of the rune paper with a clamp like tweezers at the front, pulled the other end, and then gently pressed the tail of the tool's handle, the front end of the tool rotated quickly, and quickly rolled the thunder rune into a slender small roll, popped out two thin strips in his hand, and after the rune paper roll was firmly clamped, it was stuffed into the bomb bay.

With a snap, he gently closed the bomb bay, Yu Chunbing raised his gun and took aim, stuffed it to Yong Bowen, and said, "Try it with a shot." ”

Yong Bowen took the gun, learned the footage he had seen in movies and television, and raised the gun awkwardly.

When you press your hand on the handle of the gun, you can clearly feel the rune circle engraved on it. The circle connected the gun to his body, causing his mana to flow into the gun and back into his body as if the gun had become part of his body's circulation. Mana flows in the body of the gun, and after encountering an obstacle somewhere, it forms a backflow, and that obstacle is very weak, and it only needs to prompt the mana to break through with a light stroke.

Sure enough, it's a good thing that is simple and easy to make.

Yong Bowen walked to the window, put the gun on the windowsill, half-crouched, tilted his head, and looked out through the scope.

It has just been night, the street is brightly lit, although it is not a first-class big city, but as a Binhai resort, it is the time to be lively at this moment.

Not far from the hotel is the beach by the sea. The beach is still full of tourists, but there is no one to go to the sea, they gather in groups on the beach, or sit or lie down or stand, drink and eat barbecue, and some people are drinking and singing, and the noise penetrates the waves that crash on the shore and rises far into the night sky.

I don't know who bought the fireworks, and they are being set off, and the colorful fireworks are blooming under the starry sky.

Faintly, a vague cry of a person came from the wind, as if he had used something like a megaphone, which directly overwhelmed all the noise on the beach, "Lu Feifei, I love you!" ”

Immediately there was a burst of laughter on the beach, some people were screaming, some were whistling, some people were applauding, and it was as if they were celebrating a festival.

Yong Bowen's heart trembled, and he thought about the time when he was in college before.

That year, he was a sophomore and Ellie Yun was a junior, and the news said that there was a meteor shower that was rare in hundreds of years.

Although it was winter, at night, the school's large playground was still crowded with enthusiastic students.

Several large bonfires rose in the playground, and the students played excitedly around the bonfire, drinking and eating barbecue, and some people sang loudly, threw wooden blocks into the bonfire, splashing old sparks, as if they were setting off fireworks, which was more lively than the festival.

Many of them are students from other schools, running for their boyfriends or girlfriends, and Aliyun specially came from school to accompany Yong Bowen to watch the meteor shower.

At that time, although the two were very close, they had not yet pointed out the relationship between each other, and they were usually commensurate with sisters and brothers, and they knew that Yong Bowen had a beautiful and capable young lady throughout the school year, and many of the brave brothers and sisters also came over and wanted him to help match them, there were piles of love letters, of course, such an important thing could not be done in vain, and it was necessary to invite dinner or give benefits. Brother Yong's benefits are the same, and he accepted them all, and when he turned around, he burned all those love letters. He had always wanted to say those three words to Eliyun, but neither the spells and spells he had learned nor his scientific knowledge could give him even a little more courage to say those three words. It's been dragging it all the time, but it can't be given to other perverts, right?

That night, the meteor shower did not come, but as it was close to dawn, a few sparse meteors swayed across the sky.

The students who had been waiting all night jumped up and made wishes on the meteor that glided by.

Aliyun closed her eyes very seriously and made a wish, and Yong Bowen stared at her side face very seriously, continuing to accumulate courage that was still not enough after a night's drumming.

The afterglow of the extinguished bonfire fell on Aliyun's face, reflecting a faint glow.

At that moment, in the eyes of Yong Bowen, this is the most beautiful scenery in the world, and this is the beauty that is rare for thousands of years.

His heart was beating faster and faster, his breathing was getting tighter and tighter, and he felt the urge to pounce on him and hug him.

The meteor flashed by, and everyone put down their hands easily, let out a long breath of white air, and began to interrogate the other half beside him what he had made a wish.

Aliyun asked Yong Bowen what his wish was. Yong Bowen was a little flustered, he didn't look at the meteor at all just now, and he didn't care about making a wish, so he had to change the topic and ask Aliyun what wish she had made. Aliyun smiled and said that she hoped that in the future, every day would be as happy and romantic as tonight. Her face was red from the cold, and she kept rubbing her hands, looking so cute. Yong Bowen asked her if she had frozen hands, and she blushed and nodded, looking at him expectantly. So Yong Bowen plucked up the courage to take out his gloves and handed them over, saying that fortunately, I had the foresight to prepare the gloves. Then I scolded myself in my heart for being a waste, isn't it just a hand, I didn't care if I pulled it every day when I was a child, why didn't I dare to pull it when I was older, and then recalled with some confusion, when did I start not daring to pull Sister Xiaoyun's hand? This question made Yong Bowen, who has always had an excellent memory, very distressed, and he didn't notice Aliyun's disappointed look.

The bonfire went out, the meteor was gone, and the students who had been busy all night were tired and dispersed.

Yong Bowen and Aliyun walked side by side outside the playground, and in front of them walked a couple, holding hands intimately, leaning their heads close together, and whispering in a low voice. Yong Bowen has been practicing magic since he was a child, except for his eyes that are myopic because he is tired from school and reading, other organs are quite keen, although the first two people speak lightly, they can still be heard. The girl was asking the boy what he had wished, and the boy refused to say it at first, but he couldn't stand the girl's soft begging, so he had to say that he made a wish that he hoped to love the girl for the rest of his life and never be separated, and the girl smiled happily and slapped the boy. Yong Bowen couldn't help but turn his head to look at Aliyun, but found that Aliyun also turned his head to look at him, those charming big eyes were shining, warmer than the bonfire on a winter night, brighter than a meteor breaking through the night sky, like lightning, and like a sharp arrow, which pierced his heart at once, making him almost suffocate at that moment.

The courage that had been plucked all night was like the gas in a balloon, and after being punctured by this arrow, it suddenly burst out, making him roar out loudly, "Sister Xiaoyun, I love you!" ”

It was a loud voice, and most of the people in the playground heard it.

There was a brief silence for everyone to look this way, followed by laughter, screaming, whistling, and clapping.

The scene in front of me is really familiar.

It's really strange for people to always feel sad because of the occasional touch of the scene in an inexplicable situation.

Yong Bowen felt that his eyes were a little sour, raised his head and blinked vigorously, looked up at the starry sky, and shouted silently: "Sister Xiaoyun, where are you?" Suddenly, there was an irrepressible urge to rush back to Spring City immediately and rush to the Ai family to see what was going on, even if the Ai family and his wife wanted to say goodbye, Sister Xiao Yun would definitely leave him a clue, so that he could find her even if he was separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Yu Chunbing urged impatiently: "Hey, what are you doing for so long, hurry up!" I have something else to cover. ”

"Right now!" Yong Bowen took a deep breath, looked at the scope again, and decisively pulled the wrench. The mana that was hindered on the body of the spear burst out in an instant, shooting out the thunder rune scroll in the chamber of the gun.

On the beach, an iron frame playing bungee ball roared, and the electric light was shining, lighting up half of the night sky, causing a scream on the beach.