Denmark, capital, Copenhagen. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is a coastal city on a huge island, but also a huge port city, which is the most prosperous city in Denmark due to its easy access to shipping, thriving fishing, developed economy and large population.

All kinds of Nordic-style buildings gather here, and the charm of this place is extraordinary, even if the snow is white and the cold wind is howling, it cannot diminish its beauty in the slightest.

Due to its isolated location, it was lucky to escape the ravages of the wolf herders and did not suffer any damage, but the city was flooded with many isolated and migrated survivors, and the security was a little chaotic, and there were more ships in the harbor.

Not far from Amalienborg Palace is the Royal Danish Academy of Music and the Royal Academy of Art, which are supported by the royal family, making it the centre of Danish culture and art.

But the liveliest thing on that street was not the two colleges, but the Copenhagen Grand Theatre.

This is the opera house, and it is also the residence of the warrior saint who protects the country.

It's also the holiest place in Denmark, the most desirable place for all Danes, "if only you could go to the Copenhagen Bolshoi Theatre and see a show." "This is the most ardent expectation of people in the rest of Denmark.

Almost every day, there are plays staged here, from morning to night, from stage plays with twists and turns to solemn grand operas. Inject colorful colors into everyone's monotonous and boring life.

But the most famous of them all is Mr. Andersen's puppet show. That's the ultimate dream of all the children in Denmark.

Today, as usual, Mr. Andersen still performs his stage plays in the theater.

Today's repertoire is "The Daughter of the Sea".

The beautiful mermaid princess was swimming in the sea, and the shipwreck happened, and the prince fell into the water......

The tail of the fish slowly turned into legs, and after enduring the severe pain, the Little Mermaid stepped on the ground for the first time......

The sad song rang out, and the little mermaid burst into tears and froth on the reef......

The red curtain slowly closed, covering the stage and announcing the end of the performance.

The teary-eyed children, led by their parents, turned back step by step, and began to disperse.

Slowly, the crowd dissipated, and silence returned to the performance hall.

Backstage, Mr. Andersen was wiping the doll and carefully putting it into a special wooden box, and while cleaning up, he asked the little girl who was helping next to him, "How is it, Susan, today's script is good." ”

"It's a good story, but it's so poignant, it's a tragedy, and I don't really like it. But the little girl frowned: "Why don't you make some happy scripts? I see that many children leave crying, wouldn't it be better for them to leave with a smile?"

"Okay, let's do 'The Ugly Duckling' again tomorrow?" Mr. Andersen was not angry at all in the face of such criticism, and his tone was more like a discussion.

"No, the words of "The Ugly Duckling" are actually a tragedy. The little girl decisively rejected his suggestion.

"How is this a tragedy?" said Mr. Andersen, puzzled: "Didn't the ugly duckling finally become a white swan and be reunited with his parents?"

"That's because it's the child of a white swan. The little girl said seriously: "If it was originally an ugly duckling, no matter what, it would not become a white swan, and it could only be bullied by the ducks all the time!"

"Well, this ......" Mr. Andersen was a little unsure of what to say, "Well, what about "The Emperor's New Clothes"?"

"It's not good to laugh at His Majesty the Emperor. The little girl still looked serious: "Besides, is it really good to show the children the fruit of adults?"

"What about Princess Pea?" Mr. Andersen touched his head.

"It's not good, after all, most of the children are not princesses, they are just ordinary children. The little girl still denied: "Even if they go home and secretly put the peas under the mattress, the final harvest is only disappointment." ”

"Well, it seems that I really don't have the talent to be a screenwriter......" Mr. Andersen looked a little dejected.

"Because you're not a kid anymore, there's something in your script that's too complicated, too profound, for a kid. The little girl was not polite at all: "I think your future script should be simpler and not mixed with so much thinking." ”

"You're always such a little ghost!" Mr. Andersen kindly touched the little girl's head: "I'm still a child, but I think so much." ”

"Well, I want to open up quickly......" the little girl sighed, and her tone was a little sad, "so that you can go to the teacher and Sister Albert." ”

Seeing the sadness on her face, Mr. Andersen comforted: "Don't worry so much, your teachers are all masters of one to one, they will be fine." I'm sure it won't take much time for them to come and pick you up. ”

"Okay. The little girl still frowned: "I hope they can come sooner." ”

"Alright, let's go back, now we can go back and have lunch. Mr. Andersen carried the wooden box on his back: "I received news in the morning that your mother is already on her way here, and in two or three days, you will be here, and you will be reunited as soon as you enter." ”

"Well, really...... Thank you so much. The little girl's eyes showed hope.

"You're welcome, after all, I promised your teacher to take care of you, don't worry, no one can hurt you here!" Mr. Andersen was categorical.

The two of them went out of the backstage, turned left and right all the way, passed through the performance halls, wore clothes and hats, said hello to the actors who were ready to perform, and then left the theater and came to a bungalow with a garden behind the theater.

The houses behind the theater are the residences of the actors and playwrights, and the most spacious and luxurious of these collisions belongs to Mr. Andersen.

In the garden in front of the bungalow, a young boy is practicing his palm skills in front of a wooden stake.

"Smack!", he slapped his palm on the stake, and the thick stake that was firmly held did not move.

"Smack!" Immediately after, another palm, and the result was the same, but the angle of this palm was different.

"Smack!" "Smack" "Smack......

Suddenly, the slap quickened, and the boy's palms joined together on the stake.

"Smack" This time the sound was much louder.

After this palm, the little boy slowly retracted his palm, slowly retracted his strength, and slowly suppressed the boiling internal force.

I saw that on this wooden stake, faintly, a concave handprint appeared!

"Yes, yes, look at the situation of this palm, your palm technique has already started. Mr. Andersen looked at it for a while, and then he did not hesitate to exclaim: "It's hard to imagine that you have only studied for three months. ”

He looked at the little girl standing beside him again: "You and Susan are both real geniuses, and I am a little jealous of your teacher now." ”

"No, it's not enough!" the little boy burst into tears: "At this level, you can't save Sister Albert at all!"

"Tommy, well, you're still young after all. According to your description, this enemy is very likely to be a Martial Saint-level powerhouse, but it is not so easy to defeat!" Mr. Andersen comforted: "Don't be so anxious, after all, if you are too tired in cultivation, you will only get twice the result with half the effort!"

"I'm just, I just hate myself for not being able to help anything...... the little boy slapped the stake again.

"Okay, I've been practicing all morning, and I've worked hard, so let's eat first. Mr. Andersen didn't say much: "You can continue to practice only when you have eaten enough in the afternoon." ”

In the bungalow, some food was already on the table, a man and a woman were busy in the kitchen, and little Susan also put down the box and ran over to help.

In a few moments, the table was full of food, and everyone sat around the table.

"Today, the messenger has arrived, and Susan's mother has received it, and has entered our Danish territory, and should be there in two days. Before eating, Andersen said to the middle-aged man sitting next to him.

"Well, thank you so much. The middle-aged man hurriedly thanked: "If it weren't for you, we really don't know what to do." ”

"Don't be so polite, after all, Susan and her teacher are also my saviors. Mr. Andersen said a few polite words, and said: "It's just that after so many days of observation, I have found some problems. ”

"What's the problem?" said Mr. Redhart, as the others stopped eating and looked over to Mr. Andersen.

"Don't be so nervous, it's a matter of martial arts. Mr. Andersen waved his hand: "I'm not worried about Tommy's martial arts cultivation, the few martial arts in his hands are excellent, and he cultivates very hard, and there is no shortage of talent and qualifications, so he will definitely have high achievements in the future." The key is Susan. ”

"Me?" Little Susan was a little puzzled: "I also have martial arts, the teacher taught me the knife technique, although I use a kitchen knife, it is also a very powerful knife technique!"

"I'm not saying that this knife technique is not good, this is indeed a powerful knife technique. Mr. Andersen said solemnly: "The key is to fit, it is not for you!"

"Huh?" little Susan was a little puzzled, "Why? Isn't it good?"

"No, if it weren't for those things that happened to the north, of course it would be good. Mr. Andersen's expression was serious: "But since you have such a magical talent, you should not let this talent go to waste!

"What do you mean? What is the matter of the north?" Mr. Redhart spoke first, "Susan, are you hiding something from me?"

Little Susan pursed her lips and didn't look at her.

"Mr. Redhart, I'll explain it to you later. Mr. Andersen interrupted Mr. Redhart's questioning, looked at little Susan again, and said in a gentle tone: "I know that you are very afraid of this power, and you don't want to remember what happened at that time, but talent will not disappear because of your evasion, you should learn how to control it and control it!"

He paused, and then said, "How about it, would you like to learn from me, learn how to harness this power?"

Caen, the largest port city in the west of France, was also the former home of the French Navy.

Here, for most of the past six months, countless docks have been built, and countless ship logs and countless truckloads of steel have been transported and put into this shipyard every day.

Every day new ships are launched, large and large galleons, small and pixelated assault boats, big-bellied troop carriers, and long, narrow and high-speed frigates.

Here, a new fleet will be rebuilt!

High on a cliff by the sea, there is a heavily fortified fortress, which is the camp of the Imperial Navy Headquarters.

Soldiers in white and blue uniforms only saw patrols and drills with the shipyard here, sailed out of the harbor during the day, and returned with the waves at night, honing their skills in handling the ship and practicing the skills of water warfare, day by day, without stopping, the generals taught them strictly, so that in the shortest possible time, they changed from vomiting landlubbers to swimming fish in the sea.

High up in the fortress, in a room overlooking the entire beach and the sea, a group of people are discussing something.

"What do you think Your Majesty did for sending him here?"

"Yes, this adult's identity is not ordinary, if the Pirate King knows about it and calls, we can't resist it. ”

"We have so many ships now, are we still afraid of the Viking King?"

"It's true that there are many ships now, but everyone is still new, and they haven't fought real naval battles, so they may not be able to beat them. ”

"Yes, yes, and that Pirate King is a Martial Saint-level existence, none of us are his opponents, and we can't stop it when the time comes. ”

"No matter what, secrecy is the most important thing, he doesn't know, of course he won't call. ”

"Your Majesty is really, now that we are officially going all out, we are sending such a person over. ”

"No, Your Majesty actually wants us to fight that group of Vikings to hone us, right?"

"It's impossible, at least let's practice for two years, where is the chance of winning now?"

"Two years? How many years have Vikings existed? Hundreds of years, to say the least! What country has not been plundered by them? Which country has not encircled them? Where is it so easy to defeat?"

"Then what do you mean by Your Majesty?"

"I think it should be a talisman, didn't the Viking King retire last time in Paris, he probably wanted his brother to wash his name. For the sake of my brother's career, even if we know that he is here, we should not attack us, and maybe some younger brothers will come to his brother to brush up his achievements!"

"Well, it's possible. ”

"In short, let's keep it a secret first, whether the Pirate King comes or not, we just want to practice as well, Your Majesty has Your Majesty's ideas, so let's not speculate. ”

......

On the roof of the fortress, a one-armed strong man sat cross-legged on the ground, silently cultivating his internal strength.

The visible power flowed through his body, the warm currents flowed through his body, and his muscles continued to condense and expand, as if he was breathing.

The blood vessels on his red and copper-colored skin bulged and became thick and strong, as if the flow of blood was speeding up, and his skin began to glow red.

The red color spreads all the way from the lower abdomen to the chest, from the chest to the limbs, and finally, begins to converge towards the head.

After a while, his face was flushed, his whole body was bright red, and he emitted a wave of heat, and even the cold wind was dispelled at once.

Suddenly, suddenly, the bright red on him disappeared, his skin returned to a bronze color, and the heat wave disappeared silently, allowing the sea breeze to meet and caress his smooth skin.

I don't know how long it took, but the strong man opened his eyes violently.

These eyes are so bright, as if reflecting the stars in the sky.

The one-armed man stood up, looked up at the sky, and was silent for a long time.

If a familiar person is by his side, it is not difficult to find that his eyes are no longer blank, and they are now full of wisdom!

"Ha ......" the one-armed man let out a long breath: "I remember......"

The momentum on his body slowly increased, his body slowly became taller, and the dark blue internal force flowed on his body, and then spread out again, flying wildly and dissipating in the air......

Suddenly, he burst into a roar like thunder: "I'm back!"

"Bang!"

The roof of the fortress was crushed, and he rose into the sky.

(To be continued.) )