After entering the book, I was forced to become a fake system

Chapter 443
What is sword intent?

"Sword intent is a kind of comprehension of a sword cultivator's own weapons.

It is a kind of realm.

Meaning is the unity of form, spirit, reason and reason, the coordination of virtual reality and non-existence, which is not only born of accidents, but also contained in images. "

Wan Zhi explained to her slowly and leisurely, "Before I traveled across the sea to the magic cultivation site, the martial arts practitioners at that time didn't care about the cultivation of sword intent.

However, the sword intent is produced only when the sword cultivator has reached an unprecedented level in the field of the sword, and it is an extension of the original source.

This origin belongs only to the sword.

The extension is to reach a higher level of understanding of the sword. At this time, the original characteristics of the sword can be brought into play, and there is no trick to win.Everything comes from the heart and merges with the sword, allowing the weapon to exert unprecedented power. "

Jia Xitong sat on the threshold of the dilapidated house, listening to Wan Zhi's explanation of what sword intent is.

She didn't fully understand, but it didn't prevent her from understanding that Shang Yanting was doing something very meaningful to him.

Good.

Jia Xitong stood up and stretched his waist, then looked at Xuan who had been moving by the stream.

They really don't come here.

Since they all went to the training grounds of the five future god-level powers, they naturally couldn't return empty-handed.

Her eyes moved from the stream to the house behind, and stepped into the room that was already covered with mud and weeds.

There is no way to clean this house, it can only be rebuilt.

Jia Xitong took out the shovel and shovel and began to carry the soil outside.

Wan Zhi, who was lying on the ground, saw this situation, "No way, no way! How can a noble person like you do these rough chores by himself?"

There is something yin and yang in this tone.

"As a proud princess, you cleaned it yourself; while that slave can practice with peace of mind.

With such a noble status, shouldn't he put you first in everything?

This bulky shovel will rough your delicate hands, and this dirt-filled shovel will make your arms unsightly.

You shouldn't be doing rough work like this. "

Just as Shang Yanting thought, this self-proclaimed magic weapon Wan Zhi started to sow discord when he was not around.

However, he seems to have misunderstood.

He only saw that Shang Yanting treated Jia Xitong whatever he wanted, and only saw that Shang Yanting treated Jia Xitong in every possible way.

He didn't know that Jia Xitong's title of Raccoon Princess was conferred by herself, and he didn't know that Shang Yanting not only had the title of Black Dragon Slave, but also the title of Black Dragon Knight.

He only thinks of a high-ranking princess, a humble slave; a pampered idiot who knows nothing, a slave genius who has nothing.

There is also an obvious male-female emotional relationship between the two.

There's really too much to write about here.

The conflict between the two of them exists naturally, and it only needs to be intensified a little, and a lover can become an enemy, and a true love can become an old enemy.

Know everything.

A notorious magic weapon in the devil world.

He not only knows everything about the world, but also knows everything about it.

And I like to watch the people who have their own betrayal and fate.

At this moment, Wan Zhi only felt that the innocent and innocent little princess in front of her was not easy to handle.

"Yeah!"

Jia Xitong held the shovel because he deeply agreed with what he said.

"Princess Raccoon, with a noble status, how can she clean here!"

"exactly!"

Wan Zhi was convinced, "These things should be served by those lowly servants."

He looked at Shang Yanting, who was pondering the meaning of the sword on the cliff, in the distance outside the door, with a sinister smile on his face.

Next second

A plate was placed on his head.

what?
Wan Zhi looked up, but was excitedly stopped by Jia Xitong next to him, "Don't move!"

She raised her hands to stop his movements, and said in her puzzled eyes, "How can you, a lowly servant, be so leisurely when this princess is working."

lowly servant...

Wan Zhi heard Jia Xitong's adjectives for her, but she didn't expect the clown to be herself.

"My dear princess, it's not that the little one doesn't want to help you. The little one has no hands and feet and is just a magic weapon."

"Don't you have a head without hands and feet?"

Jia Xitong pointed to the plate on top of his head, "Give it to my princess, if it falls off, I will bury your head in the soil and use the bottom of the jar to put things."

We are that violent.

Wan Zhi was stupid anyway, he didn't expect Jia Xitong to play cards not according to the routine.

It was the first time for someone to use a plate on the head, and the movement was not skilled enough.He was about to say a word, but before he could say it, the plate slid off his head.

with a snap.

The plate fell.

Although the plate was not broken when it fell on the mound that Jia Xitong had piled up, the handkerchief for wiping sweat inside was soiled, and the dewy water was poured out.

Jia Xitong held the shovel and looked at Wan Zhi.

Wan Zhi looked at Jia Xitong.

He thought to himself that the princess seemed quite talkative, so she definitely wouldn't really bury herself in the pit.

Jia Xitong was already looking for a place to bury him.

Head down, bottom up.

Wan Zhi didn't expect Jia Xitong to be an activist. He put his head in the pit and buried the soil one by one.

"and many more!"

"I know I was wrong."

"Don't be like this, aunt, I will die if my head is buried."

The wicked have their own recklessness.

Jia Xitong didn't stop, "You are a magic weapon, it will only break, how can you die."

This man is really...

Don't be stupid when you should be stupid, and not smart when you should be smart.

"My dear princess, please don't bury me in the ground."

"I will really give you a serious top plate."

"Sorry, please..."

Wan Zhi, who had done a lot of bad things by relying on his own speciality, experienced the feeling of begging his father and suing his grandmother for the first time, but he was still buried for a while before Jia Xitong lifted him out of the ground.

Wanzhi is honest.

At this moment, Wanzhi began to feel that Jia Xitong was not stupid at all, she was pretending to be like that on purpose, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

The honest Wan Zhi put the plate on it again, on which there was only a small handkerchief and a small glass of water at first.

Then there were some more snacks.

Then there were more paper money for something.

Anyway, things are getting more and more messy, and Wan Zhi's neck is getting more and more stiff.He didn't dare to move at all, wishing that his head and the plate were growing together.

But that's it, this woman still doesn't know how to be satisfied.

She suddenly said, "Know everything, sing a song."

Sing?

What does this mean to regard him as omnipotent?

"Sorry, I can't sing."

Wanzhi was angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it, he said in a stiff tone.

In the next second, he received Jia Xitong's indifferent comment.

"Won't?
Do you take me, Princess Raccoon, as a fool to dismiss?

You are a dignified know-it-all, and you don’t even know how to sing a song? "

(End of this chapter)