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You really can't blame the guards for not putting in enough effort. A saber that was tightly guarded by as many as fifty people suddenly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes … How can you guard against such an extremely mysterious thing? Moreover, this kind of thing wasn't the first or second time. The other weapons that were lost were all like this. They were all inexplicably lost …
It's really impossible to guard against it.
Forget it, isn't it just a saber and a sword …
All the people who lost their weapons were comforting themselves and cursing at the same time. Damn it, if you have such stealing skills, it's more than enough to steal the Emperor's treasury. You have nothing better to do, so why did you come and steal a few broken sabers?
It's really hard to understand! F * ck!
In the past few days, Dugu Xiaoyi almost used all her skills to launch a powerful offensive against Jun Moxie. This valiant little girl finally became anxious when she saw that Guan Qing Han was about to succeed!
For the sake of her future lifelong happiness, the little girl didn't care what others thought of her. This made the brothers of the Dugu family who followed her to the expedition so anxious that their mouths were bubbling, but it was to no avail …
On the contrary, Guan Qing Han had completely returned to her usual cold and aloof self since the day of the meeting in the big tent. She didn't even spare a glance at Jun Moxie. She was afraid that she would avoid him, but Jun Moxie wasn't discouraged at all. He was defeated again and again, but he still fought again and again, never getting tired of it.
The thickness of this Master Dashao's skin had really reached the extent of turning the city wall. During this period of time, it had really opened the eyes of many officers and soldiers!
Jun Moxie didn't have to pester Guan Qing Han. Every morning, he would come to take a stroll, greet the officers and soldiers nearby, and then knock on the door. Then, he would come back and chat with the soldiers, waiting for the two girls to come out to wash up. Then, he would go up to ask them and say a few words with a cheeky smile. It didn't matter if he paid attention to him or not, he would never pester them. Well, the morning is over.
But when he was done, Dugu Xiaoyi started to get into trouble. Sometimes, she did not even wait for Jun Moxie to finish grooming and would immediately pester him. It was exactly the same as what Jun Moxie did to Guan Qing Han. Jun Moxie's reaction was almost the same as Guan Qing Han's. He was neither too close nor too far away. Therefore, Dugu Xiaoyi became more and more courageous as she fought. She fought again and again, and the more she suffered, the more ferocious she became. Hence, the cycle of the three of them continued …
At noon, the cycle would repeat itself. At night, the cycle would continue, and the cycle would repeat itself again and again …
In the end, the soldiers lost interest in watching the show … Damn it, can't the three of you do something more substantial? Aren't you tired of arguing like this all the time? Damn it, even if you're not tired of it, we're tired of watching you …
However, there was something else that made everyone feel strange. Most people would wake up in the morning in high spirits, or at least not listless. However, Young Master Jun had a very tired appearance after waking up these past few days. In fact, it seemed as if he hadn't done anything good the entire night. In fact, it seemed as if he hadn't done anything good the entire night. In fact, his face had become somewhat thin after a few days. He had to eat breakfast and rest for a while before he gradually recovered his spirit, and became lively again …
Everyone was very strange. [It seems that Jun Sun-shao doesn't get tired at night. He lives alone. So, how can he be so tired? I don't see him working during the day either. What's going on? Miss Qing Han and Miss Dugu have gone to bed early these days. It can't be them. So, who else could it be?]
Uncle Dongfang Wenqing had endured for a long time because of this abnormal phenomenon. Finally, he quietly called his nephew to the side, and stealthily told him, "Mo Xie, young people should know how to restrain themselves. I know that it's the first time you've enjoyed that wonderful feeling. But, it's very uncomfortable to have nowhere to vent it. I used to be young, so of course I understand. But, you have to restrain yourself for the whole night … You have to do it once every other night. You won't die if you do it once every other night. But, don't do it several times a night. It's very satisfying, but it's very harmful to the body. Especially for us martial artists. Moreover, it's not a good thing for our future generations. So, you must restrain yourself … "
Jun Moxie's eyes widened. He listened to his uncle's sincere and earnest teachings. He was dumbfounded, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry …
"Uncle, you're thinking too much. I'm not …" Jun Dashao hastily explained. [Oh my god, what's going on?]
"What do you mean you're not?!" Dongfang Wenqing glared at him, and then softened her breath. She set an example and said, "We're all men. I'm your uncle. How can I not know your pettiness? Why can't I say it? What's there to be embarrassed about? It's normal for a young man to have that kind of need. I'm also an experienced man … I was also young at that time, and I didn't have much self-control. Alas … In short … don't do this kind of thing anymore, okay? I'm doing it for your own good. Don't say no. Just listen and do it! "
Jun Dashao's face was full of black lines. He was extremely speechless and depressed. His uncle had set an example for him. What else could he say? What else could he say?!
"Hehe … we all understand … Young people are always a little angry. Um, um, try to control it. Don't make it public …" Dongfang Wenqing patted his nephew's shoulder warmly. He recovered his usual solemn manner of a strong master like Shen Xuan. He walked out slowly with the air of an uncle. He had a sense of satisfaction as if he was teaching and educating people.
Fortunately, he had discovered it early. His nephew had not yet become addicted to it, so he had hurriedly taught him by example. If it had become a habit in the future, then it would have been really bad, just like himself in the past. Sigh, the past was unbearable to recall … DongFang Shenxuan had a complacent look on his face, but there was also a bit of sadness as he leisurely walked out.
Later, Jun Moxie inquired about it and learned from his other two uncles that although this eldest uncle had many wives and concubines, he had no children. He had no descendants and no one to carry on the family line … But the more it was like this, the more concubines he took. The more concubines he took, the less he had … It had become a vicious circle …
Now, it was said that Dongfang Wenqing had 40 to 50 wives and concubines … It was a very terrifying number! Even if he took turns to take care of one wife and concubine every night, it would take about two months …
So that was it!
Jun Mo Xie secretly chuckled. Then, he started to ponder in his heart. [I can use my medical skills and herbs to help my uncle regain his ability to bear children … But, how should I put it?]
What was more, today, this old man judged others by himself. He put such a big hat on me without asking for the reason. It seemed that it would be unreasonable if I didn't take revenge. He was my uncle, so it was impossible for him to take revenge by force. As for other things … Well … I'll just wait until I get back to the Dongfang Family … I can't rush this matter.
Jun Mo Xie hurriedly returned to his tent as he watched his uncle walk away. Then, he turned his wrist, and a shiny long sword appeared in his hand. This sword was two feet long, and six inches shorter than the traditional three-feet-long sword. The sword's width was less than three inches, and its thickness was moderate. The hilt of the sword didn't have the slightest bit of decoration. In fact, the shape of the sword was simple and unadorned.
However, it radiated brilliance in all directions!
As soon as this sword was taken out, the temperature in the tent seemed to suddenly drop. It was cold and gloomy! Even though it was noon and the sun was shining brightly, there was a feeling of dusk in the tent!
From the body of the sword to the tip, it seemed to be swallowing and spitting out cold flames. In fact, it wasn't shining brightly. It just stayed quietly in Jun Moxie's hand, but it naturally had the aura of a king among soldiers! It made people unconsciously feel that the body of the sword seemed to be shining brightly!
Jun Moxie's finger lightly flicked the body of the sword. Almost at the same time, an unusually clear and melodious cry was heard. It was as if a bloodthirsty poisonous dragon that had been sleeping for thousands of years had suddenly woken up from its dream, and was crying out thirstily!
The sword's cry suddenly soared into the sky!
Within a radius of a few hundred feet, everyone felt their heart palpitate. Countless horses panicked and neighed at the same time! It was as if an ancient demon had suddenly descended among them. It was inexplicably terrifying …
Jun Moxie picked up a long knife that was hanging on the wall of the tent. He stretched out the body of the sword and pointed it towards the sky. Then, he gently put the knife down from the sky.
Cha …
With a soft sound, this long saber that was shining with a cold light naturally split into two like tofu the moment it came into contact with the sword edge. It fell to the ground in a dispirited manner …
This soft sound was like a sharp knife stabbing into a piece of wood. It was so soft that it was almost inaudible. However, the long knife that had been used for hundreds of battles had already been broken into two pieces!
Jun Mo Xie let out a light sigh of relief. He caressed the ridge of the sword and said in a soft voice, "Compared to you, those so-called divine weapons that can cut through iron like mud, what do they count as? You, are the real king among soldiers! The emperor of swords! "
The long sword was silent and soundless.
"Three hundred and thirty-three long knives, three hundred and thirty-three sharp swords, three hundred and thirty-three long halberds. A total of nine hundred and ninety-nine weapons were used to create this sword of yours! You … how much blood do you need to feed yourself? "Jun Moxie spoke as if he was talking to a living person, gently and slowly.
He knew that this sword could understand him! It could really understand!
A treasured knife had a spirit, and a divine weapon had a soul!
The long sword trembled slightly. It seemed to not move, but a strange halo extended from the hilt to the tip of the sword. It swam back and stopped at the ridge of the sword, motionless. It was like the soul of a bloodthirsty venomous snake, swam back and forth on the blade of the sword …
Jun Moxie carefully used the edge of the sword to gently cut his arm. A stream of blood flowed out and flowed onto the blade of the sword. The long sword turned around, and this stream of blood smeared the entire blade of the sword. Then, it flowed down along the tip of the sword. The blade of the sword was like autumn water, spotless and bright.
Jun Moxie did this very slowly, very solemnly, and very pious! Even … very nostalgic …
With my blood, I nourish my sharp weapon. With my soul, I worship my divine weapon! This was the tradition of the Chinese swordsmen for a long time. It was an ancient ritual! Since there were swordsmen in the world, this ritual had been going on for thousands of years. After the rise of hot weapons and the decline of cold weapons, it was on the verge of extinction!
But in this different world, at this moment, Jun Moxie used his supreme piety to perform this strange ancient ritual to himself and his sword! He wanted to use this method to express his love for the long sword. He also wanted to use this method to remind himself!
No matter where I am! I still have the bloodline of Yan and Huang, a descendant of China!
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