Do Tang Dao have any specific specifications? Zhong Yuan is not sure about the specifications. Anyway, Zhong Yuan made this knife according to the amount of metal liquid. The entire knife, except for the handle and blade, is over one meter long. Fortunately, the material is as much as an airplane, so the weight is not that heavy. Otherwise, it would be difficult for Zhong Yuan to use it.
The cooling of the blade took quite some time. After the blade completely cooled down, it turned into a shiny silver piece as a whole. If it weren't for the fact that this blade was made of materials from an airplane, Zhongyuan would have doubted whether it was a mass-produced craft blade. The silver white piece without any patterns looked like a layer of metal film.
I didn't want to chop down the tree at once. Zhong Yuan found a big tree as thick as a thigh, and it was really hard to find even thicker. He tried the Tang knife that weighed more than ten pounds in his hand and found it quite handy. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and aimed it at the big tree. With a strong force, Zhong Yuan swung the Tang knife towards the big tree with the sound of the wind.
Due to excessive force, Tang Dao took Zhong Yuan's body and spun it around before returning to its original position. 'Shame on you!' This is Zhong Yuan's first feeling, how could he not even hit such a big target at such a close distance?
However, Zhong Yuan immediately realized that something was wrong. Although the big tree in front of him seemed to have not been cut down, there was a circle of white sap coming out from the position Zhong Yuan aimed at just now. Thinking about the slight resistance he seemed to feel in his hand just now, Zhong Yuan's mouth once again became unrecognizable in the shape of an 'o'. Nianli looked towards the place where the sap was rising, and sure enough, the entire tree was cut down by Zhongyuan in such a sudden manner. However, because Zhongyuan cut it flat and quickly, the whole tree was broken. Except for some white sap flowing out of the wound, it seemed as if nothing had happened.
Overjoyed, he touched the white Tang sword, which was indeed forged from an airplane, "exclaimed Zhong Yuan! With such sharpness, how can it be considered a divine weapon?
Glancing at a stone on the ground, Zhong Yuan forcefully inserted the knife into it. It was easy, and the entire knife was inserted halfway in one go. When he picked up the knife, there was no trace on the blade. Satisfied, I inserted the Tang knife aside. With this Tang knife, I don't think I will have to change it again for a long time. Hmm, I will have the opportunity to practice a few more kitchen knives, fruit knives, nail clippers, etc. in the future, "Zhong Yuan thought seriously.
Walking over and circling around the big tree that he had cut off, Zhong Yuan estimated that the tree would be left to its own devices. As long as there was no strong wind for a period of time, it could grow back on its own. However, it is not easy to avoid the wind on the sea.
Turning back to its original position, Zhong Yuan extended his hand and a golden fire snake appeared in his hand. With a movement of his psychic power, the fire snake wrapped the cut wound under Zhong Yuan's control. Under Zhong Yuan's psychic power, the severed fibers quickly grew together. Even Zhong Yuan's psychic power couldn't tell that the tree had been cut. Seeing many leaves on the tree turning green, Zhong Yuan quickly withdrew the flames. If he wanted to continue burning like this, the tree would have to grow taller and thicker.
Hehe! With this flame in hand, planting some trees and flowers is not like playing! "Zhong Yuan murmured happily. Although he already knew its purpose, he was quite proud to see a big tree that had been cut off and left intact by himself. Using his psychic power, he shook the big tree to confirm that it was not an illusion, and then Zhong Yuan picked up the long knife on the ground and walked towards the seaside.
After filling his stomach with just two dishes, Zhongyuan sat back on the stone chair and waved his hand. Two boxes of jade stones appeared in front of Zhongyuan. He told Zhongyuan that carving a talisman would only take one or two seconds, but he couldn't resist the large number of jade symbols. While those little girls were playing outside, he also helped himself find something good. Zhongyuan planned to spend some time getting these jade symbols ready so that he could play peacefully in the future.
While mechanically carving jade talismans, Zhong Yuan looked at the golden eagle flying towards the sea. Even if he said he hadn't dyed it before, no one would believe him. His entire body had golden feathers without any color, and even his black claws had a tendency to transform into gold.
Just when Zhongyuan thought that the Golden Eagle was not adapting to the new environment, the Golden Eagle suddenly disappeared into the sea with a 'swoosh'. Not to mention that Zhongyuan's mouth had become 'o' shaped again and his work had stopped. Isn't this guy having lived enough and not wanting to commit suicide? Although I thought so, Zhong Yuan's psychic power quickly followed behind.
To Zhongyuan's surprise, the Golden Eagle was not only fine, but also seemed to be flying in the sea like it was in the sky. However, its speed was not as fast as in the sky. With a gentle sweep of his psychic power, Zhongyuan discovered a thin layer of spiritual power on the Golden Eagle's body. It was precisely because of the existence of this spiritual power that the feathers of the Golden Eagle were not wetted by seawater.
When did the Golden Eagle realize the application of spiritual power? What surprised Zhongyuan even more was that just a few meters away, a big fish weighing five or six pounds was about to run when the golden eagle emitted a spiritual force and knocked the fish unconscious. Then he saw the golden eagle fly to the side of the fish, grabbing it with its two claws and flying towards the sea.
Is this still carving? Watching the golden eagle catch a big fish and fly to a stone next to his chamber to eat it, Zhong Yuan shook his head and sighed. No wonder those ancient cultivators were so devoted to cultivating spirit beasts. With such an animal that can use spiritual power to help, it is also a significant aid when fighting with people.
However, it seems that the spiritual power of the Golden Eagle is not as strong as before. Zhong Yuan put the jade talisman he had carved in his hand aside, and with a movement of his mind, he summoned the Golden Eagle over. He took off the phone case around the Golden Eagle's neck and saw that many of the stones inside had been used up, and most of them had been discarded. He took out the discarded stones and threw them away, leaving enough for the Golden Eagle to use for some time.
A few days of dull life made Zhong Yuan feel like he had returned to a small valley, busy all day long. However, hard work pays off. After a few days, all the jade talismans were finally taken care of by Zhongyuan. Looking at the rising sun, Zhongyuan stretched lazily and picked up a dragon pot on one side to pour a glass of fruit wine, so that the golden eagle didn't have to follow. He chose a direction and flew up.
I want to have a good time in the future. Food, drink, and supplies must be prepared thoroughly. Although there are still many Buddhist beads in Zhongyuan, the space for them has become larger and feels empty. Therefore, Zhongyuan plans to find a place to replenish them more, so that he won't have to worry about this for a long time in the future.
It's hard to find an uninhabited island, but it's much easier to find a place with people. Zhongyuan flew inland and spent over two hours exploring several islands before finally buying enough things to satisfy himself.
Slowly walking out of the densely populated island, Zhong Yuan was about to find a deserted place to escape. Just as he was about to throw a invisibility cloak at himself, he habitually swept his psychic energy around. A four or five year old girl on a cliff by the sea caught Zhong Yuan's attention, and he carefully scanned the surroundings. Apart from many tourists swimming on the distant beach, there was not even a single person within a hundred meters of the girl. Of course, these were not the reasons why Zhongyuan stopped. It was because of the uneven skin on the girl's right face and the tears hanging on her face, whether it was burned or scalded. The girl's head was tilted, and her right cheek was connected to her shoulder, making her right side look like it had no neck. Looking at the doll in the girl's hand, which was broken but clean, Zhongyuan felt sour for some reason.
Little sister, what are you looking at! "Pretending not to see the little girl's tears, Zhong Yuan gently walked over to the little girl and sat down. Glancing at the 7-8 meter high cliff in front of me, this is not a place for such a young child to play.
The little girl timidly glanced at Zhong Yuan, tightened the doll in her arms and silently shed tears.
Little sister, your doll is really beautiful. Can you show it to my brother? "Zhong Yuan didn't know why the little girl was sad, but he guessed that it must be related to her face.
Wow, it's so beautiful! Little sister, this is not the place where children should come. Why did you come here alone? "Although the little girl didn't say anything, she reluctantly handed the doll in her hand to Zhong Yuan. Zhong Yuan took the doll and praised it very seriously.
It's okay that Zhongyuan didn't ask, but the little girl who was silently shedding tears suddenly began to sob. Zhong Yuan now hates his own sentimentality. Watching the little girl cry, Zhong Yuan's eyes feel sour. Such a young girl should be playing with children in kindergarten, and she ran alone to the beach, shedding tears.
Little sister, don't cry! Tell your brother who bullied you, and he'll help you beat him up! "Zhong Yuan returned the doll in his hand to the little girl, took out a tissue to wipe her tears, and gestured fiercely with his fist. Of course, Zhongyuan just said that whoever can bully this little girl is definitely a child, or the parents at home, neither of which is something Zhongyuan can control. I just want to enlighten my sister-in-law.
Uncle! Am I really ugly? "The little girl didn't answer Zhong Yuan's question, but gathered her courage and tearfully asked him.
Ugly? How could it be ugly! The little girl looks so cute! "Zhong Yuan touched the little girl's face and heard that she was crying because of her own face. Zhong Yuan felt a little angry in his heart for some reason. What Zhong Yuan said is not entirely false. If we only look at the good side of the little girl's face, she is really cute. As she lives on a small island with humid air, the little girl's skin is white and good.
Uncle, you're lying! "The little girl glanced at Zhong Yuan, wiped away her tears, and choked up with a sentence.
Why did Uncle deceive you? If Uncle thinks you're ugly, would he still come over to chat with you? "Zhong Yuan had already developed immunity to the two words" Uncle ". Zhongyuan didn't know how he, who usually doesn't talk much, would take the initiative to chat with this little girl. Is it because the girl's lonely appearance now looks very much like himself?