Chapter 202 You are a master of swordsmanship
[Looking at it this way, it is really possible! 】
【Doesn't Huirui mean to be dying slowly? 】
【I really want that day to come soon, I really want to see more excellent drugs launched by Yinhai! 】
【However, since we can all guess the final outcome of Huirui, it should be impossible for the senior executives of Huirui to not guess it, right? If they guessed, then why. They better seem pretty calm? 】
In the comment area of the post, a netizen expressed his doubts.
These words reminded many netizens.
[Yes, although Western capital has no humanity, their IQ is normal, and it is impossible not to see their own ending a few years ago. 】
[In the past two years, the people at Huirui tried to curb the development of Yinhai and did a lot of things, such as bribing the patient Heiyinhai, and asking the WHO to prevent the export of Yinhai drugs. Now It seems like I can’t see what they do anymore. 】
【Is it possible that the current Yinhai is powerful enough to scare them? I have read an expert's estimate, and he said that Yinhai's valuation is even greater than Huirui's market value. 】
[Brother upstairs, you think too simplistically. If it were that easy to scare him, then the world would be peaceful. 】
【One thing to say is that Huirui's overseas influence is still stronger than that of Yinhai, and it is not too afraid of Yinhai. 】
【Then it makes even more sense. Since you are not afraid of Yinhai, why have you kept silent and allowed Yinhai to slowly develop and grow? 】
【I don’t know, but I always feel that Huirui’s capital is holding something bad. 】
【Absolutely! You know from its previous behavior that it's not a good thing! No, I have to remind Yinhai to be careful.】
Five days later.
Cheng Ming received a call from Feng Xiao and the sword had been forged.
He was very happy and came to Yangcheng Traditional Culture College.
After some communication, Cheng Ming came to the Sword Making Academy.
When Cheng Ming came here, he found that this place turned out to be an ancient building similar to the ancient Jiangnan gardens, with pavilions, pavilions, and a high-gate courtyard. The only sign at the gate was the "Traditional Culture Sword-Forming Academy" A bit inconsistent.
Cheng Ming walked into the courtyard. It was quiet inside, and he didn't even see anyone.
"Is there anyone there?"
"Who's in there?"
Cheng Ming tried to shout a few words.
A head suddenly stuck out from the courtyard door inside.
"Who are you looking for?"
Cheng Ming followed the sound and saw a rough-looking man standing there. He was wearing a pair of trousers and long sleeves, but the sleeves were rolled up, revealing his dark skin.
Cheng Ming walked over and said politely: "Hello, I'm here to see Professor Feng. I've contacted her on the phone."
"Oh, you are the one. Cheng Boss?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
"My name is Zhao Ji, and I am a student of Professor Feng. Come with me. Professor Feng is not here today. She told me to give you something if you come."
As he said that, Zhao Ji was here Leading the way, Cheng Ming was secretly speechless from behind.
This man is actually a college student?
If he hadn't said anything, Cheng Ming would have thought he was a professor at the school who was too anxious.
Zhao Ji walked in front, and Cheng Ming followed him, crossing the yard and coming to a boiler room.
But the whole process was quiet. Apart from the two of them, no third person was seen.
Cheng Ming couldn't help but ask: "Zhao Xiaozhao, there seem to be very few people here?"
Zhao Ji turned around and showed a naive smile.
“There are only four people in our Sword Making Academy including teachers and students. Teacher Feng is not here today. There is also a senior who has also gone out to fall in love, and another who is in the same class as me is currently playing games in the dormitory. .”
Cheng Ming was stunned.
I thought to myself that this academy is really interesting. There are only a few people there. It doesn't look like an academy, but more like a sword-making sect in a martial arts drama. They came to a yard that seemed to contain finished weapons.
There are many wooden shelves placed here, and there are many exquisite weapons on the wooden shelves. Zhao Ji led Cheng Ming to a relatively simple long sword.
"Boss Cheng, this is the sword you ordered." Zhao Ji said.
"The knife next to it, and the hatchet there."
He pointed to a knife and hatchet of a similar style on the other side.
When Cheng Ming looked at this weapon, he felt that its appearance was very simple, but it gave it a gleaming and high-end feel.
"Boss Cheng, you didn't build these weapons for collection, right?" Zhao Ji asked curiously.
"How did you tell?" Cheng Ming was suddenly interested in chatting with this masculine college student.
"The style of this sword is too ordinary, with almost no decorative elements. Look at the weapons that other people here have requested to build, which one is not gorgeous and beautiful?" Zhao Ji said, "Also, you actually It also requires sharpening. Generally, decorative swords do not need sharpening."
Cheng Ming nodded: "You guessed it right."
With that said, Cheng Ming picked up the simple long sword. The texture of this sword really made Cheng Ming put it down. Even though it didn't have any decoration, it still looked like a work of art.
Cheng Ming felt itchy and danced a sword flower.
Zhao Ji’s eyes lit up.
"What a beautiful sword flower!" Zhao Ji praised, "Mr. Cheng, it seems that you are a master of swordsmanship?"
Cheng Ming shook his head: "I am not a master of swordsmanship. I just like it. Practice on your own.”
In fact, I haven’t practiced at all.
However, the master-level swordsmanship proficiency given by the system is equivalent to giving Cheng Ming the memory of practicing swordsmanship for decades. That kind of memory is touching, as if he himself has really practiced swordsmanship for decades, so It’s okay to say so.
Cheng Ming said while dancing a few moves in the yard.
After obtaining the memory of swordsmanship and a good sword, Cheng Ming couldn't hold it back for a while.
His sword moves are smooth and flowing, and his sword intention is vertical and horizontal. Not only is he powerful in attack, but he is also very entertaining to watch.
Zhao Ji on the side couldn't help but praise: "Mr. Cheng turns out to be a master of swordsmanship!"
Cheng Ming: "Xiao Zhao, do you also know swordsmanship?"
"I don't really understand. ." He scratched his head, "However, I have seen many martial arts performances. People come to us to buy swords, and they sometimes dance a few dances when they feel like it. I feel that those award-winning martial arts masters are not as good at dancing as you, Mr. Cheng!”
“And”
"And what?"
"And I always feel that Mr. Cheng, your swordsmanship has a murderous aura that even those swordsman masters don't have!" Zhao Ji said.
Despite this, there was no fear or fear in his eyes when he looked at Cheng Ming, but rather a hint of admiration.
Cheng Ming smiled but said nothing.
Of course there is murderous intent.
His mastery of swordsmanship, one of the eighteen master-level weapons, is not only proficient in performing martial arts, but also the killing skills that have been lost in the history of the Dragon Kingdom!
This kind of killing technique is the real swordsmanship for killing that has been summarized by the ancestors of the Dragon Kingdom for thousands of years!
How come you don’t have murderous intent?
Cheng Ming tried the knife and hatchet again, and he was very satisfied with the quality of these weapons.
"By the way, Professor Feng said that I will pay for the materials for these weapons myself. How much will it cost in total?" Cheng Ming asked.
“Three weapons and one eighteen thousand.”
"Okay, I'll turn around."
After giving the money, Cheng Ming took the weapon to the trunk and prepared to drive away from Yangcheng.
(End of this chapter)