"Teacher, don't you remember?" Agares saw that his teacher was silent, his voice was low and deep, and his attitude was respectful and polite, "Do you need me to recall it to you and educate you on the Dharma like you once taught me?"

unnecessary!

No need at all!

Absolutely not necessary!

Thanks!

Bo Jingchen had three rejections in his heart, and began to behave shamelessly indiscriminately: "I'm old, I'm old, I'm useless, my memory is getting worse and worse."

"Don't remind me, and don't give me memories. I have to think about it myself. If this head is not used for a long time, it will rust and get Alzheimer's disease. 280 Criminal Law, right? Don't worry, I will tell you after the investigation.

you."

"I'm going back to my seat first. My eldest daughter is on top. It's pleasing to the eye. It's pleasing to the eye."

After Bo Jingchen finished speaking, he stood up and was about to change his position again. Unexpectedly, his evil disciple sat motionless and asked coolly: "Teacher, are you okay? Do you need me to help you over?"

?”

Bo Jingchen almost sat down again: "..."

Evil disciple!

A living evildoer.

Was it to remind him that he had fallen off his horse?

Or has Big Baby fallen off the horse?

"Then it's a happy decision." Jiang Si responded to Huai Guo's words, walked slowly to the stone that no one could hug, knocked the stone with her hand, and complained about the knife inserted in the seam of the stone:

"You are a knife with a story, but a stone trapped you and made you rusty?"

"Can you be more careful? Don't you know what kind of craftsmanship you have? It's almost done. Come out."

The knife stuck in the crack of the stone did not move at all.

Jiang Si scratched her head and looked up at the handle of her knife: "If you really don't come out, okay, it's right not to give face. If you really come out, you can scare these grandsons to death."

When the corners of her mouth moved on stage, everyone at the table could not hear her words, they could only see her mouth moving.

Some people are anxious and can't wait to get to the finale. Level 7 plant therapy is the fruit planted by you.

Just as he was about to speak to urge her, he saw the petite and exquisite girl on the stage kicking her foot on a rock that no one could hold.

The huge stone rolled over on the stage, and the handle of the knife inserted in the middle of the stone suddenly reached her hand.

The people in the audience let out a sigh of relief.

Whose family does the little girl on the stage belong to?

Are they from the Trojan Empire?

Or the orcs in disguise?

Or is it the mermaid tribe that came ashore?

Or maybe they are people from the fourth civilization.

How could he have so much strength? With one kick, he could knock away a stone that several people could not wrap around him.

Jiang Si reached out and clasped the handle of the knife, and said to Huai Guo: "Can you let the whole audience hear my voice?"

Huai Guo didn't understand what she was going to do, but she was a friend of His Excellency, a seventh-level plant therapist. She could kick a stone sideways. Such a person should not be offended.

He adjusted the sound of the projection. Now not only is the projection 360 degrees without blind spots, but the speaking voice can also be synchronized: "Okay, you say it, you say it."

"Thank you!" Jiang Si said politely and solemnly: "Mr. Huaiguo, actually I just want to tell you that your introduction is wrong. The Tang Dao did not originate from the island country before the zombie era on the ancient earth. It originated from ancient China.

The zombie era is pushed forward 2000 years to the prosperous Sui and Tang Dynasties."

"Tang Dao is not the name of this sword, but the general name of military knives in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It is recorded in "Liu Dian of the Tang Dynasty" that there are four types of knives, one is the Yi Dao, the second is the Barrier Dao, and the third is the Heng Dao.

, the fourth one is Mo Dao.”

Jiang Si's voice was clear and steady, echoing throughout the auction house. Some people were in awe, while others expressed doubts.

The doubters naturally shouted: "It is what you say. Why do you think it is a sword from China instead of thinking it is a sword from the island country?"

Jiang Si squinted her eyes, tilted towards the source of the voice, and held her hand on the handle of the knife: "Sir, the way you speak is like the Kimchi Kingdom shouting to the whole world before the zombie era on ancient earth that Kimchi is ours.

Traditional food, you Chinese are just thieves."

"Actually, they don't want to admit it. If we push it a little further, they are still a vassal state of ancient China. The kimchi thing is not even included in the three eastern provinces of ancient China. It is just a small pickle at most."

"Similarly, the ancestors of the island nation most admired the Tang culture of the splendid civilization of ancient China. Before the zombies of the ancient earth, they called the Tang Dynasty of ancient China the Celestial Dynasty. The knives they used in the later period were all based on the knives of ancient China. Do you understand?

?grandson!"

The clamor roared: "What do you mean? Who are you calling grandson?"

Jiang Si yawned: "I don't mean anything, I just want to tell you that your son will always be your son, and your father will always be your father. No matter how you change it, this is a fact that cannot be changed."

"you………"

"And you are right, this knife now belongs to me, it is mine, and it is not a broken knife." Jiang Si said and tugged hard, but the blade did not move at all.

She looked tense.

The 360-degree projection vividly displayed the subtle changes on her face, causing the whole audience to burst into laughter.

The person who just yelled at her not only laughed louder, but also mocked: "I said it was your knife. I can't even pull it out. You are still talking nonsense here. It's really disgusting."

3000 years.

Got a bad temper.

It's easy to say no.

I can't say no.

Come and pull it out yourself.

Still get Joe here.

Jiang Si let out a breath, nodded, rolled up the sleeve holding the handle of the knife, stared at the knife, and slapped the stone with her left hand.

Boom.

The stone, which several people could not wrap around, exploded and shattered into pieces.

The rusty knife was held in her hand.

The laughter in the audience suddenly stopped.

He stared at the stage in stunned silence.

Involuntarily, I shivered all over.

She smashed the stone that several people could not wrap around with one slap. If she slapped it on someone's head, wouldn't it be like a thunderbolt, breaking into pieces like a stone?

"I'm sorry to make you sick. Let me tell you again, it's not a broken knife. It's worth more than any of you here." Jiang Si held the knife in one hand and made a trick, splitting it directly with the knife.

A transparent glass box containing the 288 zombie crystal nuclei.

Huai Guo stepped forward in surprise, that was an auction item bought by someone else. How could he explain to others that there was one missing piece?

Jiang Si stood up and took 5 level 5 zombie crystal cores. With a slight push of her hand, the crystal clear zombie crystal cores were embedded on the table.

She stepped forward and said suspiciously: "I bought this thing and I will use it in advance. Is it okay?"

Huai Guo stepped back and said, "Of course, no problem, you can use it, you can use it!"

Others in the auction house were a little stunned.

Said it was a gem.

Why did you feel that the little girl’s hands on the stage were not as simple as gems?

Bo Jingchen stared at the stage intently, and Dabao Baobao told him that it would be useful for him to buy this kind of gem, and that she would buy it herself as a whetstone.

Does her current behavior mean she has to sharpen her sword in public?

Agares' dark eyes stared intently at the people on the auction stage.

"You think it's rusty and can't cut people anymore, right?" Jiang Si held the handle of the knife with her right hand and stroked the rusty blade with her left hand, "Didn't I already tell you that? It belonged to a female war goddess from ancient Earth."

"The mount of the female war goddess has a mental protective shield, and the clothes she wears are still preserved to this day. So why do you think the knife she used to kill zombies became a broken knife?"

After she finished speaking, the tip of the knife poked the zombie crystal core, her left hand pressed on the blade, and her right hand pressed against the handle of the knife. She pushed forward, and the rusty back of the knife rubbed against the zombie crystal core, sparking fire.

Then a bloody evil spirit spanned 3,000 years. Along with the fire, it spread extremely powerfully from the middle of the auction house, forming a powerful oppressive and deterrent force, shrouding the auction house.

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