The Luoying Flying Sword is a hidden weapon.
The book is full of pictures and texts, and it is a detailed record of how to send out multiple small flying swords with a length of more than an inch at the same time, and it is divided into ten layers.
On the first layer, you can send out three small flying swords at the same time.
In the future, the number of small flying swords issued at the same time can be doubled at most for each breakthrough layer.
At the tenth layer, theoretically, there were as many as 1,500 small flying swords that could be sent out at the same time.
Thousands of swords are fired together, and the route of each small flying sword is different, virtual and real, like falling heroes.
Therefore, it is called the Luoying Flying Sword.
When Mu Wan saw that the book mentioned that more than 1,500 pieces of fine iron would be used, the small flying sword was more than an inch long, a finger wide, and as thin as a cicada's wing, and he couldn't help but gasp.
Such a treasure, maybe in the future she will be able to get a few, but she can't even think of fifteen hundred stalks Fortunately, next, the book says that before practicing flying swords, you must first practice wrist strength and accuracy.
That is, hang a palm-sized circle on a tree.
Bend your right arm to your chest, and use the index and middle fingers of your right hand to clamp a pebble the size of a pigeon's egg, and stand five steps away from the wall with the same level as the circle, and throw stones one after another into the circle.
After each throw, the height of the tips of the fingers should remain the same.
When more than 100 stones can be thrown into the circle, the circle is doubled, and the person takes another five steps back, and then practiced.
Then double the size of the circle, and at the same time take another ten steps back until the circle is reduced to a point, and the spacing is stretched to 100 steps, and it is still 100 shots, at this time, you can start practicing flying swords.
Well, you can have that.
Regardless of whether you can get the flying sword in the future or not, you can practice the basic skills first.
Mu Wan breathed a sigh of relief.
However, she couldn't pick up so many pebbles the size of pigeon eggs for a while, so she took advantage of the night to dig up a large lump of mud in the pond outside, and learned from Tian's mother to knead the dough balls, and rolled out a large number of mud balls the size of pigeon eggs overnight and put them in a storage bag.
Then he drew a palm-sized circle on the wall.
When everything was ready, she washed her hands and went to the house to rest, which was different from footwork and could not be practiced in the dark.
So, practice only during the day.
The next morning, after practicing the exercises, Mu Wan stood five steps away from the courtyard wall and threw mud balls into the circle above.
With a foundation in swordsmanship there, her accuracy is naturally excellent.
Therefore, her first task is to practice her hand shape.
In the beginning, she threw slowly, one by one.
After throwing it more than a hundred times, and the movements in her hands were basically familiar, she raised her speed and threw mud balls into the circle like a cannon.
After a while, a thick lump of mud was stained in the center of the circle on the wall.
Hmm, the distance of five steps is too unchallenging Mu Wan frowned, took ten steps back directly, and continued.
However, she made a slight adjustment to the task: instead of simply throwing mud balls in the center of the circle, she used the mud balls in her hand to knock off the lump of mud that was stuck on the wall.
Even so, it didn't bother her.
The mud balls are stained in the center of the circle, and after being knocked off, and then stained, and then knocked down more than a thousand times, there are only mud marks in the center of the circle, and there is no mud.
So, take another ten steps back.
Uh, well, the small yard isn't big enough to be returned.
Mu Wan changed direction and marked a point on the northwest corner of the small courtyard, but she stood in the southeast corner, along the diagonal direction of the small courtyard, about twenty paces away, throwing mud balls on the point.
It's still mud balls that stick to the spot, knock it off, get it on again, and hit it off again.
It doesn't seem to be difficult enough.
I threw it more than 200 times, and it was still a good thing.
Mu Wan simply jumped onto the old locust tree and looked for a practice target in the pond outside.
Eventually, she took a fancy to a large blue rock on the shore across the pond.
First of all, there were at least fifty paces between the stone and her; Secondly, there is a small white dot in the corner above the stone, which can be used as a target; Moreover, the stone was located on the edge of the pond, and the dirt path across the bank was a few feet away, so she would not alarm the occasional passer-by when she practiced.
Sitting in the shade of an old locust tree is far more comfortable than basking in the sun.
Mu Wan sat up straight and resumed practicing.
Like practicing swords, she also set herself the task of 5,000 times.
The distance suddenly stretched to fifty paces, and the difficulty could be described as turning over and increasing.
The accuracy couldn't be reduced, so she had to concentrate and use more force each time to fly out of the mud balls between her fingers.
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A thousand times later, she was sweating profusely; After 3,500 times, she only felt that the mud pills in her hands were heavy, and people couldn't help but have the illusion that they were iron balls.
In order to accurately knock off the mud stuck to the white spots, she had to grit her teeth, hold her breath, and go all out; I carried it more than 700 times, and my head hurt like a pinprick.
This shows that her divine sense has been consumed to the level of the warning line, and she can no longer continue to practice.
His right hand was so tired that he was trembling.
Mu Wan stopped, hugged his right wrist, leaned on a big branch of the old locust tree on the spot, squinted his eyes and rested.
After about a quarter of an hour, the headache finally disappeared.
She opened her eyes, ready to do the remaining eight hundred repetitions.
At this moment, Uncle Zhang's surprised voice came from under the tree: "Xiaowan, what are you doing on the tree?"
At this moment, seeing the little guy sweating and sitting on the tree, facing the direction he left, he fell asleep like this, Zhang Yichen's mood was quite complicated, it was a six-year-old girl, who was thrown alone in a strange small courtyard, and he must have been extremely frightened in his heart.
Otherwise, the little girl would not have waited for him in broad daylight under the big sun.
"Ah, Uncle Zhang" Mu Wan heard the voice, turned his head to look, and saw Uncle Zhang's eyebrows furrowed slightly, standing under the tree with his hands on his back, squeaking down from the branch with a weak heart, and catching up, "You're back" "Hmm."
Uncle Zhang nodded, stretched out his hand and rubbed her head guiltily, "It's okay to cough these days."
"The disciple is very good."
Mu Wan raised her little face and smiled brightly at him.
In my heart, I despise myself: cut, pretend to be a child, pretend to be addicted This kid is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.
Thinking that he had thrown people here, and it would be ten days to leave, Uncle Zhang was a little reluctant, coughed, and said, "You come with me."
With that, he walked straight to his room.
"Yes."
Mu Wan followed.
This was the first time she had entered the room on the left.
The furnishings in the house were exactly the same as on her side.
Uncle Zhang sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed, took out a longan-sized turquoise bead from the storage bag, and handed it to her: "This blue tourmaline bead was obtained by accident on this trip, so I will give it to you." ” I don't know why, as soon as Mu Wan saw this bead, her heart suddenly overflowed with boundless sadness, and her tears were like pearls with broken threads, and they fell straight down.
"What's the matter, Xiaowan" Uncle Zhang was shocked, quickly jumped off the bed, leaned over and asked.
After taking the little one for more than a month, this is the first time he has seen the little one cry, and he is still crying so sadly.
Mu Wan couldn't cry anymore.
She wiped her tears with her hands and explained intermittently: "No, I don't know, Dao."
Disciple, when I saw this, one, Lingzhu, good, so sad" I cried out in my heart: God, in two lifetimes combined, my sister has never been so sad This is a treasure When Uncle Zhang heard this, he put away the beads suspiciously, looked at her and asked, "Now, do you still feel very sad?"
Mu Wan blinked her eyes, and after a while, she finally held back her tears, and couldn't help crying: "Don't be sad." ” Uncle Zhang straightened up, was silent for a moment, then took out the beads again, rested them on the palm of his right hand, and put them in front of her: "What about now?"
"Like, it's okay."
Mu Wan was extremely embarrassed, lowered her head, and her face turned red. is so ugly, she can't wait to dig a hole in the ground.
When Uncle Zhang saw her small appearance, he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle: "It has nothing to do with you."
Then he told the origin of the spirit bead.
The trip went well, and Uncle Zhang found the cave house marked on the map.
However, it was not a cave mansion where the predecessors of Xiuzhen sat down, but the nest of a Dapeng bird.
The Dapeng Bird is a sacred bird only in the upper realm.
It is said that since ancient times, there has been no trace of the Dapeng bird.
He had seen a book of divine beasts in the library of the sect, which contained the image of the Dapeng bird, so when he saw the huge bird skeleton, he immediately recognized it.
This cave doesn't look very old, it's hundreds of years old.
There is a medicine field in it, and more than ten kinds of rare elixirs are planted in it.
The oldest is only more than 350 years old, but the smallest is nearly 300 years old.
If the medicine field was opened up by the Dapeng bird during his lifetime, then the time when the Dapeng bird died was no more than 300 years ago.
The divine beasts of the upper realm fell to the lower realm, and finally buried their bones in the deep mountains of the mortal realm, presumably the Dapeng bird was extremely unwilling in his heart.
When he dies, he must be sad and desperate.
Therefore, even after hundreds of years, the skin and flesh of the Dapeng bird are gone, and the remaining white bones are still shrouded in a rich sadness.
Uncle Zhang was defenseless for a while, and lay on the side of the bones of the Dapeng bird and cried bitterly.
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"This bead was found on the bones of the Roc bird.
It may have been a long time, and it was also stained with a hint of sadness.
This bit of sadness will not affect me, and it is normal for your cultivation to be low and unable to bear it. ” I see, Mu Wan snorted, raised her head, looked at the blue tourmaline spirit bead in front of her curiously, and asked, "Uncle Shi, what is the use of this spirit bead?"
Uncle Zhang handed her the beads, sat back on the bamboo bed, and said slowly: Tourmaline is a homonym for "avoidance".
In fact, how can the tourmaline spirit bead have such magical powers, but it can only cover the body.
Among them, blue tourmaline has the greatest energy.
After Mu Wan dressed up as a man, if she wore this excellent blue tourmaline spirit bead close to her body, even Yuan Ying Da could not recognize that she was a daughter with the naked eye.
"Really" Mu Wan was overjoyed.
That's a great baby.
Uncle Zhang nodded without deception: "It's useless for me to take it, if you like it, just take it." ” "Thank you, uncle" Mu Wan was a little forgetful and played with the spirit bead in her hand.
The bead is turquoise blue, with a round and crystal clear body.
Hey, one side is a little uneven, like a nick.
It's not that it's engraved with words Mu Wan picked up the beads and put them in front of her eyes, looked at them carefully, and sure enough, there were two very small golden inscriptions engraved on the unevenness just now.
She only recognized one of them, and it was the word "Fu".
The other did not recognize.
"Uncle Shi, it seems to have something carved on it."
Mu Wan presented the beads to Uncle Zhang.
The beads were found by her uncle, and she couldn't hide them from him.
"Oh."
Uncle Zhang took it with one hand and looked down carefully.
After a while, he casually returned the bead to her and said, "The bead should have been brought down by the Dapeng Bird from the Upper Realm, and it was accidentally scratched on the way.
Well, it's just a few small scratches, and it won't have any effect on the beads themselves, so don't worry. ” Uncle Shi was a monk in the foundation building period, and he didn't know Jin Wen.
Mu Wan lowered her eyes, hid the surprise in her eyes, responded with an "oh", and carefully put the beads into the storage bag
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