Chapter 942 Dan Sword
In the evening, after school, Wen Yuan was called to the door of the Jinyiwei's alchemy room, where Phaethon was standing.

"Shangluo wants to ask me something?" He felt a little strange. Because Phaethon was already here, why did he call him over?

"Because you can use a sword."

"Ah, yes." Wen Yuan nodded. "Our family's spear and sword skills are inherited from our family. They are quite common among the imperial guards. It is actually a kind of bayonet technique, which combines the use of long swords and short spears. So I usually practice directly with a bayonet. As for the characteristics, it is too complicated to explain from an expert's perspective, such as twisting and turning, the body destroying the sword, and the sword following the person's movement. From an outsider's perspective, it is just spinning in circles. The footwork is very important, and you have to fight and spin at the same time."

"Do you know how to use the long sword?"

"They're all the same. Swords and knives are just names given by people. In spear and sword techniques, stabbing and slashing are both important. When used on a rifle, you have to add a buttstock - in short, it's a mental method. Weapons are like this. Once you master them, you will be able to use them in a variety of ways. Then you will find that the best weapon is a big gun. But you can't carry a ash pole everywhere you go, so at this time, a portable weapon like a sword is very important."

"That's good." Phaethon nodded, "Shangluo is here, you can go in."

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"what happened?"

"Why do you make me feel so chilled by what you said? I feel like Shangluo wants to use me as a sacrifice to his sword."

"He is just surnamed Shang, and he is not from the Shang Dynasty. How can he have the habit of chopping off people's heads for sacrifices? Okay, go in quickly."

Phaethon opened the door of the alchemy room and motioned Wen Yuan to go in.

Wen Yuan looked back at the setting sun and walked into the dark, unlit alchemy room.

"Click", the light turned on.

Next to the remaining fire of the alchemy furnace, under the incandescent light of the alchemy room, a white phantom stood there - long white hair hung down to the feet, and a small golden hammer was grasped between slender fingers.

"You're here." The voice was mixed with long-standing resentment and endless fatigue. Only by listening carefully could one tell it was Shangluo.

"Hey, Shangluo, are you okay? Why are you acting like the White-haired Witch? I was ready to turn around and run away."

"Ah, you're talking about this." He touched the long hair on the back of his head, "This is the price of magic, a trace of the passage of time. Let's not talk about this for now." He turned around, and his long hair fluttered behind him with his body -

Shangluo made a gesture of invitation: "Please choose one."

"Choose one? What happens after you choose?"

"I asked you to choose one, so go ahead." Shang Luo looked normal, but his voice was mixed with some unquestionable power. It didn't sound like he wanted to force Wen Yuan to do this, but rather that he had lost control of his emotions because of exhaustion - just like the emotional explosion on Monday after staying up all night on the weekend.

Wen Yuan swallowed his saliva. This appearance, this voice, both made him feel an irresistible power.

"Okay." He agreed, not because he was afraid, but because it was a friend's request.

Walking to Shangluo's side, he looked at the 200 golden sword pills placed on the table.

"This one will do." He picked one at random.

"Very good. Then it is your opponent."

"what?"

Before he could finish his words, Shangluo fell down along with the branches like a felled willow tree - but immediately stood up again.

[Huh. It's my turn.] She patted her sleeves and touched her face. She looked at Wen Yuan, [Why are you looking at me? It's not the first time. Shangluo is very tired now. He went to rest. Let me control the body.]

"Is he okay?" "I'm fine." Shangluo's voice rang out in the air, "I'm just a little tired, like I've been tired for fifty or a hundred years. So I turned on the automatic pathfinding and asked her to help me walk. As for this sword, let's go and try it out. You're the only one I know who's good at using a sword."

"No problem." Wen Yuan nodded. "That sounds much more natural. Just now I felt like you were so tired that you were about to explode. You want me to help you test the sword, that's easy. Who's holding it?"

[Give it to me.] Apollonia took the sword pill from him, [Let's go to the Jinyiwei's competition arena. You know the way, right? Lead the way.]

With that, Apollonia went out first.

After taking a few steps, Wen Yuan shuddered when he saw her back.

【What’s wrong with you? 】

"It's so weird. So scary. It's clearly Shangluo's body, but there's a different soul inside. Your micro-expressions, your walking posture, and your movements are completely different from his. You can tell at a glance."

【Hey, is there anything you are not satisfied with? 】

"No, no." Wen Yuan shook her head violently. "I would never dare to offend you or Miss Phaethon. You are both too powerful."

[Tsk, I'm glad to know.] She turned around and glared at Wen Yuan - then stepped on her hair that was mopping the floor, and fell forward.

Wen Yuan didn't dare to stay for a second and walked straight out the door as if she saw nothing.

Phaethon stood behind Shangluo holding a comb.

Although it was Apollonia who was inside, the body belonged to Shangluo. Now the hair was longer than anyone else's hair, and Apollonia didn't know how to take care of her hair, so she had to ask Phaethon to do it.

"Say, do you want to cut some of it off?" Phaethon asked, "Shangluo, give me a clear answer. It's hard to tie up such long hair."

[Shangluo said that it is enough to simply tie it up for a while. 】

"What is he going to do? Grow his hair?"

[He said that it was not easy to have such long hair, and he wanted to keep it for some experience.]

"Okay, I'll just tie it up." She took out her spare hair tie and stood behind Shangluo. She simply tied Shangluo's hair up, not tying it into a ponytail, which would be too troublesome.

"That's enough. This way I shouldn't be stepped on for the time being. Shangluo, are you satisfied?"

[He wants to take a short nap, and then he wants to try out the sword. Let me take a look. Ah, it won't be able to be dragged on the ground like this, I want to try out the White-haired Witch. ]

"You should first learn how not to step on your own hair."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly saw two arms as white as jade extending from behind Shangluo and tidying up her hair.

“Wow! This is…”

[It's Shangluo. He didn't sleep, just took a nap. This is his own hand. He seems to have learned some interesting magic from the transformation of ideals.]

"That's true. After all, he was hammered 200 times. No one worked like this before. Even if he had the lifespan of a turtle, he would probably be hammered to death. If he doesn't learn anything, it means he is not smart enough." She held up her two outstretched arms and reached for the hair band:
"How weird. Anyway, is this okay? Feel it for yourself?"

After giving a thumbs up, Shangluo took his hand back.

(End of this chapter)

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