Endless martial arts

Chapter 55 Examining the Sword ([-])

Pang Shiyuan didn't know that he had been noticed by director Han and Xu Xiankuan, and he was still playing with him.

Xu Xiankuan's driver took him all the way back to the community, and brought him breakfast along the way.

All the way up the stairs, Pang Shiyuan was thinking about the mutant while biting the bun.He was always a little uneasy that the mutant was not captured or killed on the spot.

He had met the mutants face to face, and he clearly felt the hatred and killing intent of the mutants, so he naturally didn't want to keep such a trouble.

But today's situation is like this, and he has nothing to do.

Turning the stairs, he saw a slightly fat older young man sitting on the stairs in front of his house, with two exquisite rectangular flat wooden boxes on his lap.

This older young man seemed to be a little bit sleepy, his head was shaking a little bit.

Pang Shiyuan had seen this kind of flat wooden box before, it was a sword box for holding swords.It's just that what he didn't understand was how someone could sit at the door of his house holding a sword box.

Pang Shiyuan increased the footsteps, and when the older youth heard someone going up the stairs, he immediately stood up and prepared to make way.As a result, as soon as he looked up and saw Pang Shiyuan's appearance clearly, he immediately exclaimed in surprise: "Wu Chi? Pang Shiyuan, Teacher Pang?"

The word "Wu Chi" made Pang Shiyuan very confused. This is his screen name on the Internet. It is really surprising that he can hear it in real life.

To know that Wu Chi's online name is used by martial arts enthusiasts, other people don't know it at all.

But even if someone knows that he is called Wu Chi on the Internet, no one will know his real name, so who is this guy who knows both his screen name and his real name?
When Pang Shiyuan thought about it, he immediately thought of a possibility, and it was the only possibility.

He stopped, looked at the older youth, and asked tentatively: "The king of soldiers, the king of cold weapons?"

"Haha, Wu Chi, I've found you! God bless me, I'm really worried that you don't live here, that would be terrible!" The older young man was relieved when he heard Pang Shiyuan's tentative cry.

It's really not easy for him!

He was a man from outside the city, and he drove an overnight train to this unfamiliar place.Even with the PGS positioning system, it is still going the wrong way.Finally found the right place, but was turned away by the closed door.

He wanted to contact Pang Shiyuan, but he heard Pang Shiyuan's cell phone ringing in the gate, but no one answered it.When Pang Shiyuan did his morning exercises, he didn't bring anything with him.

He waited and waited, because the waiting time was too long, and almost made Pang Shiyuan's neighbors think that he had ulterior motives. As a result, he spent a lot of time to convince people that he was really Pang Shiyuan's friend.

Now, he has finally waited for Pang Shiyuan, he is really thankful.

"Bing Wang, why are you here?" Pang Shiyuan was a little puzzled.

The Bing King laughed, as if he was a little proud: "Isn't this just bringing you a sword!" Saying this, the Bing King raised the two sword cases he was holding.

"Can't it be mailed? I want you, the big boss, to go there in person!" Pang Shiyuan was still a little puzzled.Today's mailing functions are very complete, even valuables are not a problem, let alone just mailing a sword.

Bing Wang still smiled and said: "Isn't this just looking for a valid reason! Without such a reason, how can I have the nerve to come to the door in person?"

Hearing the rogue words of the Bing King, Pang Shiyuan also smiled: "Okay! Since everyone is here, come in first."

Pang Shiyuan had already guessed why Bing Wang came here in person.As Bing Wang himself said, sending the sword was just an excuse, he came here to learn martial arts.

After entering the door and making tea, the two began to talk slowly.

"Bing Wang... By the way, Bing Wang, your surname is Gao?" Pang Shiyuan leaned against the sofa, lying half-lying in a relaxed manner.

Bing Wang did it straight, as if he wanted to leave a good impression.In the eyes of Bing Wang, the status of Pang Shiyuan, a master, is probably higher than that of his former teachers.

"Wu Chi, no, it should be Teacher Pang..."

"Teacher Pang, just call me Shiyuan."

"Okay, Shi Yuan. My name is Zhang Siwu, the bow leader Zhang, the Si of Miss, and the Wu of martial arts. Look at my name, I should be born to learn martial arts. How about it, Shi Yuan, take me as an apprentice?" Zhang Siwu really never forgot about learning martial arts.

Pang Shiyuan looked at Zhang Siwu's chubby face, and said with a smile: "You come here, how can I keep you out? But remember, you are not an apprentice, but a student." When Zhang Siwu was told the truth, Zhang Siwu had already been accepted by him.

Zhang Siwu was slightly disappointed when he heard the words. After all, there is definitely a huge difference in the treatment of apprentices and students.But Zhang Siwu was still very happy to learn martial arts. He jumped up and wanted to give Pang Shiyuan a hug.

It's a pity that Pang Shiyuan is not uncommon for hugs from fat men. He quickly pulled his right foot out of the slippers and kicked Zhang Siwu on the shoulder, kicking him back to the sofa.

Zhang Siwu, who was kicked back to the sofa, was not only not angry, but was delighted: "Ha, this speed, this strength control, really is a master!"

"Okay, old Zhang, don't play tricks. Show me your sword! You boasted a lot yesterday, so don't let yourself go today, or you will look good." Pang Shiyuan brought the topic to the right track.

Speaking of the sword, Zhang Siwu's expression became more serious, and it could be seen that he was really confident in the sword.Just look at his confident and proud expression.

"After I finished talking to you yesterday, I searched everywhere for a suitable sword for you. The sword you want is a bit high, but it was really hard for me to find it. Finally, I found two swords, these are these two. " Zhang Siyuan said, knocking on the sword box on the case table.

Pang Shiyuan sat up straight, picked up a sword box, looked at it, and asked, "Didn't I say buy one? Why did you bring two?"

Zhang Siwu waved his hand and asked Pang Shiyuan to leave it alone: ​​"I will talk about this next, let me talk about these two swords first!"

"You said."

"What you are holding in your hand is a high-quality patterned steel eight-faced Han sword made by my uncle. I dare not say that it is the best, but it is definitely a high-quality one. Shiyuan, open it and have a look." Mr. Zhang Siwu Introduce the sword case that Pang Shiyuan holds in his hand.

Pang Shiyuan was not polite, and opened the sword case according to his words, and an eight-faced Han sword with a sheath was lying in the sword case.

Stretching out his hand to take out the sword, he felt the weight first. It was indeed much heavier than an ordinary long sword, and the length was also suitable. He asked involuntarily, "It must weigh eight catties, right?"

Zhang Siwu nodded and said, "To be precise, it should be eight catties and two ounces. The long sword weighs 3.2kg, and the scabbard weighs 0.9kg. How do you feel?"

Pang Shiyuan didn't answer right away, holding the scabbard with his left hand, and the hilt with his right hand.

(End of this chapter)