Chapter 82 Breaking News
Cheng Zitong nodded and said, "Yes, that's the sword power. Don't underestimate this sword technique just because of its name. This is a universal power method for all sword techniques. Although it was circulated in the north before, it was not the official tradition."
He pointed at the sword manual, "And this is the original book. In addition to some key methods of using strength, it also clearly states what medicine to use, what the prescription is, and how to use it. Only some key medicines in it were passed down orally and were not written down, so future generations don't know them.
But it doesn't matter. In the past, these things were very precious, so the steps used were very particular, and we didn't want to waste even a little bit. Now, as long as you have money, you can find any medicine, and there are so many of them."
At this time, he pushed another notebook over and said, "I've written the key points here. Take it and read it. I'm a little busy lately. If you have any questions, please call me."
Chen Chuanshuo said: "Okay, thank you, teacher."
"Then I'll go first, you can take your time to read it."
"I'll see the teacher off."
After sending Cheng Zitong away, Chen Chuan came back and looked through the two books together. Only then did he realize that the Xuejun Sword was actually a "prohibited weapon" forged using ancient methods.
The reason for this is that the material of this knife is somewhat unique, and some special alienated tissues are added to it.
The sword manual says that a sword has a sword heart, and once a swordsman has cultivated the "sword heart", the sword will "come alive". It can not only better bear the force, but also repair itself if damaged, and can even continue to grow with the master.
But the annotations clearly state that this is actually a mutual infection between the warrior with alienated tissue and the alienated tissue in the sword. The sword cannot really come alive, and the repair is borrowed from the fighter's own alienated tissue.
In the old days, some famous weapons were passed down from master to apprentice, father to son, and often only those with the same lineage of strength could be more compatible with them. Over time, it was people who responded to the swords, rather than the swords responding to people.
However, the Xuejun Sword had no owner before it fell into his hands, so the advantage is that it will be extremely suitable for him once he gets his hands on it, but the disadvantage is that he needs to maintain the sword himself.
There are basically two methods. One is breathing and strength, and using these two when using a knife. In fact, he had been on this path before, so he had a strange feeling, but this is a long process.
Another approach, in the past, was to cultivate the so-called "Sword Heart" through more fighting and slaughter. This was the fastest way. Unfortunately, the fastest way was also the most dangerous, and those who chose this path rarely made it far. After all, in the old days, the more fighting and the more bloodshed, the greater the risk.
In fact, the good knives nowadays are also good. You can just replace them when they are broken. They are much more convenient than the knives of the old times. But an expert knows that one knife is different from another. Even the slightest difference will affect the performance. Today's weapons are consumables. It is almost impossible to have the same harmony with the person as this ancient forged knife.
So both have their own trade-offs, and it depends on how the holder uses it.
Chen Chuan has no choice now. After all, consumables mean more money, and he still has to save money to buy medicine, so he has no right to waste it.
Besides, a knife that can transmit power is suitable for now. As for the future, we will talk about it later.
In the following time, he took Cheng Zitong's approval note to the training hall every day to practice with the students of the military department. These people specialized in this field, so their level was very high, and he also benefited a lot.
One day in late November, he walked to the cafeteria after training. Since today was a day off, he planned to go to his aunt's house after breakfast.
Just as he was about to enter the cafeteria area for top students, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind. Turning around, he saw a boy standing there waving to him, with several of his friends standing next to him.
He immediately recognized the boy. It was Fang Mingming, who had taken the exam with him during the retest. He took the initiative to walk over to him, smiled and said hello, "Classmate Fang, long time no see."
Fang Mingming was very excited to see him and said, "Student Chen, yes, we haven't seen each other since the exam that day." He touched his head and said, "It's mainly because you are an A-level student. We don't usually train together."
Although he showed enough courage during the exam that day, he still failed to become an A-level student in the end. After all, he was still a little lacking in all aspects, which was really a pity.
Chen Chuan also felt it was a pity, but if one did not have enough talent or the belief, becoming a B-grade student was not necessarily a bad thing. Although A-grade students were of a higher social class, the things they had to do were indeed more dangerous.
Fang Mingming felt a little embarrassed at this point. He handed him something and said, "Someone asked me to give this to you. My family asked me to do it, so I can't refuse."
Chen Chuan took it and took a look. It was a name card marked with a certain commissioned company. It seemed that someone wanted to contact him. This company was quite capable and could even find Fang Mingming, who had such a relationship with him.
He asked, “How many days have you had it?”
Fang Mingming thought for a moment and said, "It's been seven or eight days now. I can't even get into the A-grade dormitory. I figured you'd have to come to the cafeteria to eat, so I'd wait here for a while every day."
Chen Chuan nodded. He understood this. Life in this world is not easy for everyone. He said, "Mr. Fang, that's thoughtful. Next time you want to find me, you can just call the dormitory building."
Fang Mingming's eyes lit up and he said, "Is that okay? That's great."
The two chatted here for a while before saying goodbye to each other and leaving.
When Fang Mingming returned to his companions, someone said, "Xiao Fang, you're not bragging. You actually have a friend who's an A-level student."
"Okay, after I graduate, I'll have someone I can talk to."
Fang Mingming shook his head and said, "I don't think too much about it. I think it's better for friends to talk less about that."
"You're just stubborn. You must make use of this relationship and keep in touch when you have time."
Fang Mingming hummed twice, but he didn't listen at all. In his heart, friends are friends. Although his family asked him to pass the card, he would definitely not do it if it would interfere with anything.
After breakfast, Chen Chuan rode his bike out of the school and went to the shopping mall in the central square to buy a watch. This thing is quite useful and can tell the time at any time.
In fact, he really missed the days in his previous life when he had mobile phones. In addition to checking the time, he could also read the news. Now there are fewer channels and a lot of information is blocked.
After buying the watch, he bought some small toys and a bottle of hand cream for his aunt. After thinking about it, he also bought a Linmang leather belt for Nian Fuli. Then he rode all the way back home. When he saw his aunt, he returned the watch. Yu Wan said, "Your uncle still has an old one. Chan'er, you can use it first."
Chen Chuan raised his hand and said with a smile, "Aunt, I bought one, so I don't need this anymore."
Yu Wan said, "You have to buy something better. You can't delay anything before you go."
Chen Chuan said, "Don't worry, auntie. I'm still a student, so simple things are enough." He looked around and saw the radio was on, but Nian Fuli was not there, so he asked, "Isn't your uncle here?"
My aunt said, "He just called and asked me to go to the bureau. I don't know if he will be back by noon. Don't wait for your uncle. Let's eat first."
Chen Chuan said hello and handed the hand cream in his hand to Yu Wan: "Aunt, this is for you."
Yu Wan took one look and said, "Chan'er, why waste that money? It's not easy for you to earn a little money. Isn't it better to buy yourself some food and daily necessities?"
Chen Chuan smiled and said, "Aunt, money is used to buy happiness. If it makes our family happy, then it is well spent, isn't it?" As he said that, he handed the toys he bought to his cousin. The two little guys were sharp-eyed and had been surrounding him since early morning.
Yu Wan sighed and said, "Don't do that next time."
Chen Chuan smiled. He played with his cousins for a while. When it was almost time for lunch, the family sat together, talking and laughing. At this moment, the phone suddenly rang rapidly. Yu Wan ran over to answer the phone and said, "Old man? Yes, yes, what's going on? Is that so? Okay, okay, take care of yourself."
Yu Wan hung up the phone, a worried look on her face. She said to Chen Chuan, "Chan'er, your uncle said he can't come back today. He said it seems like some big case has happened."
Big case?
Chen Chuan thought about it and realized that in the past, R&F had only used this word to describe itself a very few times.
At this moment, a sudden noise came from the radio that was originally playing lyrical prose poems, and then the announcer's voice came out: "Now, an urgent message, at 9:32 this morning, a bank on Liyuan Road was robbed. The robbers were armed and are currently exchanging fire with the patrol officers who arrived at the intersection.
At 9:55 this morning, Councillor Fang Zuo's private residence in the Quanzhou District was robbed by a group of fugitives. It is suspected that his family members were held hostage by the robbers. The robbers shot and killed and injured several security personnel..."
Chen Chuan couldn't help but listen carefully, and at this moment the phone rang again. His aunt hurried over to pick it up, put her hands to her ears, listened to a few words, covered the receiver, and said, "Chan'er, it's for you."
Chen Chuan went over to take the call. Cheng Zitong's voice came from the receiver, saying, "Xiao Chuan, are you home now?"
"Yes, sir."
Cheng Zitong's serious voice came: "You need to go back to school immediately. There is something urgent."
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(End of this chapter)
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