Chapter 3 Wu Bo’s Store

"Hey, Wang Yue, is it you?"

Just as Wang Yue tried hard to imitate, the old man walked over and saw Wang Yue imitating his movements. His eyes seemed to move. Then he smiled again and called out Wang Yue's name.

"Hmm?" Wang Yue was stunned for a moment, looked up, and saw the old man standing in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and then immediately found out the memories related to the old man in his memory.

"It turns out it's Uncle Wu. I've come out to exercise so early. I'm about to go to your store!"

"It's getting late, it's getting late. When people get old, they sleep lightly. When they sleep early, they get up early. Doing morning exercises is also good for health and can live a few more years." The old man smiled lightly and his voice was not loud, but his eyes were bright when he spoke. Perhaps because he had just finished exercising, his face looked very good, his skin was rosy, and his spirit was a little different from usual.

The old man's surname is Wu, and he is also an immigrant from the Eastern Continent. Perhaps because of his same origin and origin, Wang Yue has always been very close to him, and he has a bit of a friend for the past.

"Why are you a little interested in this thing, Wang Yue?" As he spoke, Wu Bo raised the black cloth sword bag in his hand.

"No, I just think you were a little special when practicing swordsmanship, which is different from what I remember." Wang Yue smiled embarrassedly.

He is no longer the original Wang Yue. Of course, he knows to peek at others practicing swords. Even if he is exercising, it is a very rude behavior in this world. Fortunately, the two are very familiar with each other, and I think Uncle Wu will not blame him too much.

"Oh? Can you still see the special thing here?" Wu Bo's eyes flashed with an unexpected look: "Then tell me, what's the special thing about my sword?"

"I can't explain this... I just feel something different.

Wang Yue and the old man walked and said as he heard Uncle Wu ask, and he couldn't help but think a little: "Uncle Wu, you know that I have always been in poor health, so after I went to college, I joined our school's amateur fighting club. I have seen people in the society practice fencing. Their swords are very fast and light, and they focus on stabbing when practicing, paying attention to speed and accuracy, but they do not have the same taste as when you practiced swords just now."

"I heard my father say that the cultural differences between the East and the West are huge and completely different. In the Asia-Tang Empire, the people were strong and martial. Many places practiced fighting since childhood. If I guess correctly, Wu Bo, you just practiced swordsmanship and practiced a sword technique from the East, but I guess it was more ingredients to exercise the body, and there was no practicality of martial arts."

Wang Yue didn't hide his words, and he could just say whatever he thought. His previous life and this life were not necessarily much younger than Wu Bo, but he didn't have much contact with swordsmanship. When he was alive, humans had already entered the interstellar era. In war, energy and warships decided on the outcome. Various powerful interstellar weapons emerged one after another, ranging from particle ray pistols to Kunpeng-type fortresses of the Galaxy level, and millions of kilometers away in the universe. As long as there is enough energy and time, a single antimatter annihilation cannon will be enough to destroy the entire planet.

Even if the battle finally develops to the landing stage, elite federal soldiers are equipped with powerful single-soldier mecha weapons, or the confrontation between spiritual mind masters is often limited to the spiritual level and will never fight with people in close combat. Therefore, although there are also various cold weapon subjects such as bare-hand fighting techniques and daggers and sabers in the federal army to learn, swordsmanship has long become a synonym for history due to practical reasons. In addition to a very small number of martial artists who can practice, they almost completely cut off their inheritance.

In contrast, in this world, due to the slow development of technology and the power of firearms is not huge enough, cold weapons and fighting techniques can still have a certain "market". No matter what country, there are many people practicing.

Especially in the Eastern continent, it is said that even if the elderly in Asia-Tang Kingdom are older and their muscles are not as good as those of young people, most of them choose to practice boxing and swords when exercising. This is like China on Earth. Every morning, you can see many old men and aunts practicing Tai Chi in the park.

However, Westerners basically exercise in the morning, and they are running like Wu, who comes out to exercise with a sword, and they are almost never seen in Yorkshire.

Moreover, as far as Wang Yue knows, the same method of swordsmanship is used, and there are also great differences between the East and the West. A large part of Western swordsmanship was derived from the battles and religious wars of the king's era. From the heavy cross sword equipped with counterweight balls at the beginning, to the court knight swords that were popular among the high-ranking nobles of various countries in the Middle Ages, full of artistic beauty, to the fancy fencing of the modern projects that only compete in sports arenas. It can be seen that the development and inheritance of the entire Western swordsmanship has gone from simply pursuing practical and practical "degenerate" to a relatively exciting and fancy sports performance, and has long lost the original purpose and original intention of swordsmanship.

To some extent, this is actually a kind of regression. However, under the development of the great era, this is also a matter of no way.

The more technology develops, the more ways to replace manpower. While liberating human hard work, some things that are not suitable for the development of the times will inevitably be eliminated. Although the gun-like thermal weapons in this world are not very powerful, their impact on the cold weapon civilization is fatal and fundamental.

"You can see clearly, but it's a pity that you grew up in Yorkshire. You can't understand some things at home if you say them deeply. If you have time, find more books at home and read them, don't forget your books, it will be good for you..." After hearing Wang Yue's words, Uncle Wu did not show any thoughts, but just told him not to forget his roots, and then changed the topic.

Wang Yue was still worried about the touch and influence of the old man's last step when he practiced swordsmanship. He was about to continue asking, but he saw that Wu had already walked across the road and opened the door of a shop opposite.

This street is the most prosperous commercial street in the nearby block. There are many shops on both sides of the road. Although it was just dawn and it was only around 6 o'clock in the morning, there were already many people rushing on the road. Many businesses started to clean the road and windows. For some reason, Wang Yue looked at the familiar scene in front of him, but suddenly a strange thought came out of his heart.

Standing in the middle of the road, looking around, people coming and going, the feeling of being familiar with strangers made him feel uncomfortable and suffocated. An indescribable sadness made his mood fluctuate and unable to calm down for a long time.

It’s like a person is sitting on the streets of a strange city, staring at him without relatives, and feeling lonely, as if the world is big, and there is only one person in the world.

Wang Yue had never felt this way before, and his thoughts of catching up with Wu Bo’s questioning suddenly faded. Thinking of himself, he couldn’t help but smile bitterly, and slowly crossed the road and walked into Wu Bo’s shop.

This is a "ceramic house" that he was extremely familiar with. Everything inside is Tang Dynasty ceramics with oriental characteristics, and all of them are made and fired by Wu Bo alone.

Wu Bo stood in the middle of the dark brown and antique wooden utensil stand, put on a black brother-in-law jacket, and was lowering his head to make tea for himself. When he saw Wang Yue open the door and come in, he didn't look up, but just waved his hand: "The things are all inside. You haven't been here for a few days. I made a few fine-tied vases and tires. I've been in the furnace and fired, so I'm almost copying and coloring."

"I know. Today is enough time. When I get off work, I promise I will handle it."

He responded softly, and Wang Yue did not stop and went straight to the studio behind the store, turning on the desk lamp on his own. Seeing that there were indeed six or seven vases of large and small lines on the workbench, he turned around and skillfully picked up the bottles and jars on the shelf and began to make colored materials.

Although Wang Yue's family is not wealthy, his parents are both civil servants in this city. His father, Wang Chaozong, was in the Yorkshire Police Department, and his mother worked as a clerk in the city government. His income was quite good. With his family conditions, of course he didn't have to work and make money by himself. Helping with Uncle Wu was just a simple hobby.

Wu Bo’s store is very famous nearby. It not only makes porcelain, but also provides special DIY services. Guests can make it themselves under his guidance. About a year ago, I occasionally visited this store and started trying to make pottery. I was attracted soon. Moreover, he seemed to have some talent in painting. When he helped Wu Bo copy and color the porcelain body, he was very energetic and praised by customers. So Wu Bo’s store can be seen frequently.

To a certain extent, Wang Yue in this world is just a simple ordinary boy. He does everything according to his own interests and instinctively resists all restraints.

After adjusting the light on the table to a moderate level, Wang Yue found the corresponding original painting from the scroll on the desk and looked carefully several times. He copied and colored the porcelain body, especially the ceramic works with oriental characteristics. There are many questions and complicated processes. If you have not learned oriental painting techniques for professional learning, it is really difficult to operate. Fortunately, after the first quenching, Wu Bo had already made the pattern layout on the porcelain body and made a draft. Wang Yue just needs to fill in the colors one by one according to the original painting.

Close his eyes and checked the pattern in his mind. Wang Yue reached out to grab the porcelain body in front of him. The hand felt very delicate and felt like the skin of a child. He calmed down his mind, picked up a "small branch pen", pondered for a moment, and his wrist sank, and the tip of the pen slowly slid over the porcelain body.
Chapter completed!