You really can't blame the guards for their hard work, you said that a knife disappeared in a trance in front of everyone's eyes under the tight protection of as many as fifty people...... How can we guard against this kind of mysterious and strange thing? Moreover, this kind of thing is not one or two, and the other weapons that have been lost are all like this, and they are all thrown in this way so inexplicably to the extreme...... It's really hard to prevent.

Forget it, isn't it just a sword and a sword...... All the people who lost their weapons were comforting themselves, and at the same time scolded: Ya, you have such a stealing ability, it is more than enough to steal the emperor's treasury, and you have nothing to do to steal a few broken knives?

It's really incomprehensible!

In the past few days, Dugu Xiaoyi has almost tried her best to launch a powerful offensive against Jun Moxie first, this fierce little girl, after seeing that Guan Qinghan is about to achieve a positive result, she is finally anxious!

For the sake of her future lifelong happiness, the little girl doesn't care what others think and ponder, so that the brothers of the Dugu family who came with the expedition are bubbling anxiously, but it is to no avail...... On the contrary, Guan Qinghan has completely returned to the normal state of cold and cold since the big tent discussion, and he has not made any excuses about Jun Moxie. I am afraid to avoid it, but Jun Moxie is not discouraged, and he has been defeated again and again, and he is never tired of it.

The thickness of this eldest young master's face has really reached the point of turning the city wall, and it has opened the eyes of many soldiers during this time!

Jun Moxie doesn't have to pester Guan Qinghan. Every morning, I came and went, greeted the nearby soldiers, and then went to knock on the door, and then ate the closed door, and then continued to come back and talk to the sergeants, just waiting for the two girls to come out to wash, and then I went up to ask, and said a few words with a hippie smile, just ignore him, ignore him, and never entangle more. Well, it's over in the morning.

He is done, but Dugu Xiaoyi is done, sometimes he doesn't wait for the grooming to finish, he directly entangles Jun Moxie, and Jun Moxie's methods used against Guan Qinghan are exactly the same, Jun Moxie's reaction is even similar to Guan Qinghan, not far or close, if it is about to leave, so Dugu Xiaoyi is getting braver and braver, defeating and fighting, repeatedly, and repeatedly, there is a tendency to become more and more frustrated, so the three of them are in this cycle...... At noon, the cycle repeats itself, and in the evening, it repeats itself and repeats itself...... Later, the soldiers lost interest in watching the play...... Guys, you three can't do something substantial? You keep talking like this, are you annoying? I rely on you not to bother us to look annoyed...... But there is another point that makes everyone very strange, most people get up in the morning are jīng vigorous, at least not jīng is not happy, but Jun Dashao looks very tired after getting up in the morning these days, it seems that he didn't do anything good all night, what has come in a row, and even his little face has a tendency to be a little thin. After having breakfast and resting for a while, he gradually recovered his head and became vigorous again...... Everyone is very strange, it seems that Jun Sanshao has no place to work at night, they all live alone, how can he be so tired? I haven't seen him work during the day, what's going on? Miss Qinghan and Miss Dugu have gone to bed early, it shouldn't be them, so who else can there be?

For such an anomaly, Uncle Dongfang endured intercession for a long time, and finally quietly called his good nephew aside, and secretly advised: Mo Xie, young people must know how to restrain themselves. Uncle also knows that your kid has enjoyed that wonderful taste for the first time, but suddenly cut off and has nowhere to vent his discomfort, and his uncle was also young, of course he understands it very well, but you have that one night...... Comfort yourself...... How can you try to restrain yourself as much as possible, you can't hold people back once every other night, don't do it several times a night, that thing is enjoyable, but it really hurts the body, especially for us who practice martial arts, besides, it's not a good thing for future generations, you must be tempered...... Jun Moxie stared at his eyes, listening to his uncle's serious teachings, he was dumbfounded, crying and laughing...... "Uncle, you think too much, I'm not ......" Jun Da Shao hurriedly distinguished. Oh my God, this and that.

"What isn't?!" Dongfang glared at each other, then eased his breath and said by example: "Everyone is a man, I am your uncle, your little careful uncle is not clear, what is there not to say? What is the embarrassment? It is normal for the young man to have that need, and the uncle is also from the past...... I think I was young back then, and I didn't have any restraint, alas...... In short...... Don't do this kind of thing again in the future, you know? Uncle is for your own good, don't say no, just listen and do it!"

Jun Dashao's face was black, extremely speechless, and he was depressed and went home. My uncle has personally learned from the past, what else can I say? What else do I dare to say?!

"Huh...... Everybody understands...... Young man, it's always a little hot, um, um, try to be restrained, don't make a noise......" Dongfang patted his nephew's shoulder affectionately, regained his extraordinarily solemn Shenxuan powerhouse bearing, and walked out with his uncle's shelf, quite a satisfying pleasure of teaching and educating people.

Fortunately, I found out early, my nephew was not addicted, and I hurriedly taught him by word and deed, if I formed a habit in the future, it would be really bad, just like I was back then, alas, the past is unbearable...... Dongfang Shenxuan looked proud, and with a little gloom, he walked out easily.

Jun Moxie inquired later, and learned from the mouths of the other two uncles that although this uncle had many wives and concubines, he had no children, no one under his knees, and no successor incense...... But the more this is the case, the more concubines are accepted, and the more concubines are taken, the more there is no ...... The evil cycle has been formed...... Now it is said that there are forty or fifty wives and concubines in the East...... This is a rather terrifying number! Even if one of these rotations of rain and dew is evenly dissipated overnight, it will take almost two months...... I see!

Jun Moxie secretly laughed twice, and thought about it in his heart, with the medical skills and medicinal materials he mastered, it was completely possible to help his uncle recover his ability to have children...... Well, how do you say that?

Besides, today, this old man lives by himself, and he actually put such a big hat on Young Master Ben without asking any reason, and it seems that it is unreasonable not to retaliate, he is an uncle, and the revenge by force is definitely unjustifiable, as for the rest...... Well...... Let's just wait until the Oriental Family...... This is a matter of urgency.

Watching his uncle walk away, Jun Moxie hurriedly returned to his tent, and with a flip of his wrist, a snowy long sword appeared in his hand, this sword was two feet four feet long, six points shorter than the traditional three-foot Qingfeng, the width of the sword was less than three points, the thickness was moderate, and the hilt of the sword was not decorated in the slightest.

But it's sharp!

As soon as the sword was taken out, the temperature in the entire tent seemed to drop suddenly, and it was very cold! Even in the middle of the day, when the sun was shining, there was suddenly a sense of twilight in the tent!

From the sword body to the tip of the sword, it seems to be swallowing the faint and cold flame of the cold forest, it actually does not have a radiant four, it just stays quietly in the hands of Jun Moxie, but it naturally has a kind of king temperament that shocks everything!

Jun Moxie's fingers flicked the sword body slightly, and almost at the same time, an unusually clear chirp came out, thinking that a bloodthirsty poisonous dragon that had been sleeping for ten thousand years suddenly woke up from his dream and let out a hungry and thirsty chirping!

The sword roared into the air!

Within a radius of dozens of zhang around, everyone felt a throbbing in their hearts, and countless horses neighed in panic at the same time! It was as if an ancient immortal demon had suddenly descended among them, and the horror was inexplicable...... Jun Moxie took off a long knife hanging on the wall of the tent, stretched out the sword body flatly, stood up, and the blade was facing the sky, and then gently lowered the knife from above without any force.

Cha...... With a soft sound, the long knife that shone with cold light naturally split in half like tofu the moment it touched the blade, and fell to the ground in a dejected ...... The sound was as soft as a knife inserted into the wood, so subtle that it was almost inaudible. However, a long knife of a hundred battles has been broken into two!

Jun Moye breathed a sigh of relief lightly, stroked the spine of the sword, and said softly: "Compared with you, what are those so-called divine soldiers who sharpen iron like clay and blow short hair? You are the real king of soldiers!

The sword was silent, silent.

"Three hundred and thirty-three long knives, three hundred and thirty-three sharp swords, three hundred and thirty-three halberds, a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine weapons, made your sword......! How much blood does it take to feed you?" Jun Moxie seemed to be speaking to a living person, softly and slowly.

He knew that this sword, it could understand, it really understood!

The sword has a soul, and the artifact has a soul!

The long sword trembled slightly, and seemed to not move, but a strange halo extended from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and then swam back, stopping at the spine of the sword, silent. Like a bloodthirsty viper soul, swimming back and forth on the sword...... Jun Moxie carefully slashed his arm with the blade of the sword, a wisp of blood flowed out, flowing onto the sword, the long sword reversed, this wisp of blood smeared the entire sword body, and then left along the tip of the sword, the sword body was like autumn water, spotless, clean and shining.

This action, Jun Moxie did very slowly, very seriously, very religious......! I miss it a lot...... With my blood, raise my sharp weapons, and with my soul, respect my divine soldiers! This is the long-standing tradition of the Chinese nation's swordsmen, an ancient ritual! Since there were swordsmen in the world, this ritual has lasted for thousands of years, and after the rise of hot weapons and the decline of cold weapons, it has been on the verge of being lost!

But in this other world, at this moment, Jun Moxie carried out this extremely ancient ritual with his supreme piety, to himself, to his sword! In this way, he expressed his love for the long sword, and he was also reminding himself in this way!

No matter where I am! I am still in the blood of Yan and Huang, a descendant of China!

Even though I am the only one in this world!