"There are not many famous generals who can use halberds in history, and they are still Fang Tian's halberds, looking at Brother Tiger's posture, at least they have to be famous generals. Earlier Nangong Changwan? No, Brother Tiger is so generous, he won't contract such a grudge-holding guy. Could it be Ran Min, the king of martial mourning? Lu Bu, the god of war? ”

"Or is it which one of the Tang Dynasty God of War Guo Ziyi and the Three Arrows Ding Tianshan Xue Rengui is one? Uncle Song said before that Xue Rengui had been contracted, wouldn't it be Brother Tiger? ”

As for why it wasn't the most famous Western Chu overlord Xiang Yu, Zhao Jin always felt that with that conceited character who was proud of the world, I was afraid that no one would be able to get into his eyes, right?

Zhao Jin secretly guessed in his heart, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Brother Hu was a cow critic, no matter which of those people he contracted with the above, he was all very popular, and he was fierce.

Brother Hu looked at Zhao Jin's more and more admiring eyes, and he was indescribably satisfied in his heart, thinking that the other party was suppressed by his majesty, but he didn't know that people were analyzing him.

"Please don't walk behind me, for I may not lead the way; Do not go ahead of me, for I may not follow; Please walk by my side and be my friend. ”

Brother Hu's face changed, he looked at Zhao Jin with a serious face, and slowly said a snack.

"Uh...... Brother Tiger, do you want me not to worship you, but to surpass you? ”

Listening to Brother Hu's words, which were obviously not his style, Zhao Jin was stunned.

"Well, the children can be taught."

Brother Tiger also learned the appearance of a certain old-fashioned gentleman on that side, slightly facing the sky, and pretended to say softly. (Mr. Big: You can report my ID card directly.) ）

Zhao Jin, who was still a little puzzled, suddenly understood, and looked at Brother Tiger speechlessly.

"Brother Tiger, did you come into my study to read my book?"

Brother Tiger's face is also quite thick, and after being pierced, he still pretends to be deep there.

"Hmm"

“。。。。。。”

Nima's, why do I say this sentence is so familiar, what philosophy do you read, or Western philosophy, and it's strange to be able to turn it, and it's the book of the handsome old guy Camus.

"Ahem, I'll teach you the art of war in the future, let's learn the halberd method today, what do you think of this halberd?"

Brother Hu set his eyes on the halberd in Zhao Jin's hand, which was made of fine iron, and its shape looked extremely powerful. The halberd head is wide and triangular in shape, inlaid with sharp spikes, and the cold light flickers, which is daunting. There is a deep blood groove in the center of the halberd, which can better allow the power to penetrate the blade.

Unlike the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in Brother Tiger's hand, which has crescent blades on both sides of the spear head, this halberd only has a crescent on one side, and only half a crescent moon extending down in the middle on the other side, which is easy to hook the opponent when fighting.

The whole halberd body is as black as ink, except for the red tasseled spikelets hanging on the gun ring, there is no decoration, at a glance, you can see that this is a big killing weapon only for killing.

"The whole body of this halberd is cast by meteorite iron outside the sky, and it is forged by Ou Yezi, a sword-casting master, after 7749 days, but there was an accident when this halberd was cast, and it failed to experience the thunderstorm, but because of its extraordinary material, it is more than enough to deal with ordinary blades."

Brother Tiger introduced the halberd, but Zhao Jin rolled his eyes.

"Sent to me?"

"Yes, this halberd itself is for you, and the red jade spear spike on it is a private gift from me, and no one has used this halberd, so you can name it."

Zhao Jin didn't expect Brother Tiger to really give him this halberd, and immediately hugged it in his arms happily, not even noticing the wrong thing in Brother Hu's words.

"Seeing that your whole body is as black as ink, waving and whining ghost crying, let's call you 'ink soul'!"

As he said this, rubbing the halberd with his hand, the Ink Soul Halberd trembled slightly, making a slight ghost cry sound, as if he was happy that he had a name.

"Divine soldiers have spirits, it seems that the ink soul has the potential to become a divine soldier, and we will be comrades fighting side by side in the future, please advise!"

Zhao Jin, who got the weapon in his hand, had an unconcealable joy on his face, the weapon he had always used was the spear repaired by Li Ping's Horcrux, and now it was not easy to get such a satisfactory weapon.

"Brother Hu, you said that if I keep using the ink soul, after I die, can the ink soul also become a horcrux, and then I will become a soul and live in it."

"Uh...... What are you kid talking nonsense! ”

Brother Tiger was also speechless by Zhao Jin's strange brain circuit, why do young people now talk about life and death so often? Forget it, you will die at every turn, the king of Hades told you to die for the third watch, and you will arrive at the second watch, right? The main thing is not to cause trouble to the king of Hades and actively die?

Immediately, Brother Hu thought of the possibility that Zhao Jin said that he would turn into a soul and enter the Ink Soul Halberd, and when he thought about it, his brain suddenly fell into it.

It doesn't seem impossible, isn't his Fang Tian painting halberd just ......

Suddenly, Zhao Jin's "hair" moved, oh, no, it's not hair, it's the shadow of the Xuanniao, I have to admire the quality of this Xuanniao's sleep, Zhao Jin's fight just now was so fierce, it couldn't wake it up, and he still lay on Zhao Jin's hair and fell asleep, but at this time he stretched his waist and changed his position to continue sleeping.

In this life, Zhao Jin has not tried to get a pet, and in his previous life, he was a glorious shovel officer, but the temper of cats is well known, whether you have money or not, cats will dislike you as always.

But this Xuanniao is different, you dare to believe it, the legendary Nine Heavens Xuanniao turned out to be a sticky spirit. Eating should be sticky, sleeping should be sticky, and even going to the toilet should be sticky.

Fortunately, it is only a male, and Zhao Jin does not have to make any difference between men and women when he goes to the toilet.

It doesn't stay anywhere else, just stays in Zhao Jin's hair, and when it's in a good mood, it can come down and stand on Zhao Jin's shoulder.

"Uh...... To get back to the point, we started to practice the halberd, I won't tell you about the knowledge of the halberd, you have read all kinds of books since you were a child, you know this knowledge better than me, no need for me to waste my tongue to tell you, let's go directly to the actual combat practice. ”

Brother Hu's teaching is really simple and rude, it seems that Brother Hu has a very clear understanding of Zhao Jin, and even he knows that he has been familiar with various ancient books since he was a child.

A trace of doubt flashed in Zhao Jin's heart, did Uncle Song tell them, or did they have been investigating me, or had they been observing me?

Truman's world?

"The most intuitive thing about the halberd is that it is big and heavy enough, do you think you have a hard time using it?"

Zhao Jin's thoughts were interrupted by Brother Hu's question, and then he shook his head secretly, throwing those doubtful thoughts out of his brain, whatever, now improving his strength is the king, even if the weak know everything, they can only be slaughtered by others.

"It's not hard."

"That's right, because we're born with divine powers."

Brother Tiger smiled evilly.

"The halberd is a weapon that seems to be specially designed for people like us who are born with divine powers, and ordinary people can even choke on this halberd just by picking it up, let alone wielding it to kill the enemy. This is undoubtedly more talented than other spirit masters in terms of martial arts cultivation for our innate divine powers, and it is at least easier to reach the point of lifting weights. ”

After listening to Brother Hu's words, Zhao Jin nodded in agreement.

"That's true, when I first learned the stick technique and didn't cultivate spiritual power, I had already easily reached the point of lifting weights."

Well, that's right, Zhao Jin first learned not marksmanship, but stick skills. The stick is the ancestor of a hundred soldiers, and when the stick is used, the foundation for learning any weapon is laid. This was what his dead ghost dad taught him when he was still alive, and after his dad was finished, his own old man continued to teach him stick techniques.

If you want to say that Zhao Jin is good at weapons, the marksmanship is very dick, the knife technique is also good, and the stick method is the most dick.

Fortunately, there was no vegetable field in the place where he lived when he was a child, otherwise there would have been no head for those ten miles of cauliflower.

"If the weight is light, there is also a subdivision, this is more light, the attack power becomes smaller, the light is less, and the speed will become sluggish, what we have to learn today is how to make this power light just right, which can not only maintain the strongest attack power, but also reduce the consumption of physical strength, come, you attack me with a halberd first."

Brother Tiger greeted Zhao Jin, Zhao Jin did not hesitate, directly waved the ink soul, and smashed the halberd at Brother Tiger, he didn't think that his strength could hurt Brother Tiger, so every blow behind him was to go all out.

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There are two flowers, one on each branch.

On the other side, outside the stone courtyard, Song Qingru got down from the extended version of the business car that symbolized her identity and gently knocked on the door of the stone courtyard.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

"Squeak~~~"

Soon, the door of the small courtyard was opened, and it was not Zhao Jin in Song Qingru's impression, nor was it Song Lie she had seen.

This is an expressionless middle-aged man, wearing a white ancient robe, his appearance looks ordinary, but his temperament is extremely outstanding.

The two stared at each other with such big eyes, and neither of them spoke, leaving only the wind blowing awkwardly.

"Huh~~~Huh~~~Huh......"

"Hello, I'm looking for Zhao Jin."

Finally, seeing that the other party had not spoken, Song Qingru, as a junior, couldn't stand it, so he had to take the lead in asking.

"Well, he's got something, you can wait."

Mr. Big turned around and walked towards the small courtyard, although Song Qingru had a lot of question marks in his heart, he actually followed in like a ghost.

"Sit."

Mr. Big walked to the stone table in the courtyard and sat down, took a sip of tea, and looked at Song Qingru.

Song Qingru sat down in response, saw that the tea in the other party's teacup was bottoming out, and politely picked up the teapot to fill Mr. Big's teacup.

Taking another sip of tea, Mr. Big looked faintly at the small pond in the courtyard, where the only few fish in it were wandering back and forth lazily and aimlessly, just like the owner of the small courtyard.

"Are you a member of Zhao Jin?"

Mr. Big's eyes were still looking at the pool as if he was wandering out of the world, and the wind was blowing a few times of spring water.

"Huh?"

Song Qingru heard that the words Mr. Big said were "members", not "classmates", and his eyes flashed with vigilance, and he couldn't figure out who Mr. Big was Zhao Jin for a while, so he didn't dare to answer directly.