If we eliminate the romance of folk mythology, the direct ancestors of the three-pointed two-edged sword were actually from the famous Mo Dao in the Tang Dynasty and the fallen sword in the eight colors summarized by the Song Dynasty. They have been inherited from ancient times and are super heavyweight players in the Long Dao family.

In fact, Erlang Dao not only inherited the fierce spiritual essence of the Modao in the Tang Dynasty, but also added the tip of the gun for thrusting. As long as the user's strength is strong enough, at least in theory, it is no problem to use Erlang Dao as a long spear.

In the past two days, Wu Han has been flipping through the information and finally decided on such a weapon that seems unpractical and super exaggerated, because this thing is so compatible with him. If he doesn't choose Erlang's sword, it would be a waste of resources.

In the era of cold weapons, the reason why weapons such as the three-pointed two-edged sword were considered unpractical and abandoned was not because of other things, but because they were too heavy. They had reached the point where ordinary soldiers could not use them, so they could only be eliminated. No one could use any weapon with good design performance. Isn’t that really a decoration? The unique structure of the Erlang sword determines the versatility of this weapon, which can be cut and stabbed. With enough weight, even if you don’t use them, you can kill a few of them even if you don’t use them to hit people, whether they are used as swords or guns. The only disadvantage is that the weight exceeds the standard. Even if a strong man with extraordinary strength swings such weapons weighing less than ten or twenty pounds, he will be exhausted and paralyzed after only a few dozen strokes.

Human physical strength cannot adapt to this perverted weapon at all, so it is natural that Erlang sword is eliminated by history, but for Wu Han, there is no need to worry about such restrictions. Since his physical mutation, he has never figured out how strong his strength is and how strong his endurance is.

Wu Han's eyes only have advantages in the eyes of Wu Han. Regardless of the technical content, does it require more strength? Doesn't it mean that someone else needs to have more strength? Isn't it still lacking a lot of strength?

The materials had been prepared long ago. Xu Changli called a group of people from the industrial group and made a Erlang knife for Wu Han while the iron was hot. Casting can obtain good hardness indicators, but to obtain tough materials, folding and forging is still the only way to do it. Fortunately, the small steam hammer in the laboratory saved manpower, and the temperature measurement also replaced the naked eye observation with instruments. The entire processing process only took more than two hours. Although in Taohuayuan, Wu Han's Erlang knife was unprecedented in weight, compared with those survivors who wished they could not find the source of the weapon spectrum and specially made it as a decoration, Wu Han's creativity was only ordinary.

Leaving Xu Changli's laboratory, Wu Han held the Erlang knife that could crush a person in one hand, and turned around in the settlement and came to a building with a unique courtyard. Unlike other buildings in the Peach Blossom Land settlement, the roof tiles of this special building are all golden glazed tiles, and the walls are also made of quaint blue bricks instead of the more popular red bricks.

As soon as he stepped into this quiet and elegant courtyard, Wu Han immediately shouted at the top of his throat and said:

"Hey, Monk Chen! We have agreed to let you bury the group tomorrow to chant scriptures to save the dead. Why hasn't you moved yet?"

When he heard Wu Han's noisy voice, Chen Yuan, who shaved his big bald head and wore a blue-gray patchwork robe, stepped out of the room. His eyes looked at Wu Han with a very bad look.

This Chen Yuan is amazing. He is a very rare religious person in today's era. Although he shaved the eye-catching big bald head by himself and did not undergo a formal ritual of ordaining a monk, the objective conditions this year were not good, so everything was simply. A few days ago, when Wu Han learned that this man claimed to have seen through the world and wanted to become a monk and always accompany the ancient Buddha of Qinglan, he handed over all the Buddhist scriptures left by the old monk before his death, as well as religious supplies such as cushions and monk robberies to Chen Yuan. After getting these things, Chen Yuan made a special trip to worship the old monk's spirit bone tower, kowtowed and recognized Kong as his master. Then, Chen Yuan gave himself a gimmick name, and he became a monk at this point.

After interrupting the chanting of scriptures and coming out to pick up guests, Chen Yuan was very dissatisfied with Wu Han's clamor. He immediately chanted the Buddha's name unhappily and said:

"Amitabha, Master Wu, this is a quiet place in Buddhism, please don't make noise. In addition, I have said it many times, please call me my Dharma name, Huiyuan."

After hearing Chen Yuan's words, Wu Han simply rolled his eyes and said sarcastically:

"Cut, isn't it just a juice brand? Why are you doing it so seriously? Alas, you'll be buried tomorrow. How are you ready? Don't lose your chains when you go into battle!"

Hearing the sound, Chen Yuan glanced at Wu Han calmly. He put on the abbot of the small temple, waved his hand gently, and said:

"I must be aware of my words. The donor has nothing to do. Please leave this temple first! I will continue to do morning classes and spend less time with you."

After saying that, Chen Yuan shook his sleeves and turned around and entered the small temple. He also slammed the temple door. Wu Han, who was disappointed, wandered around in a boring manner, and had to flash in shame.

The next day, the Nanshan Cemetery of Peach Blossom Spring

"Namo Amitabha night, Dotagata night, Dotagata night, Dotagata night, Amitabha. Amitabha. Amitabha. Vijara, Vijara, Vijara, Gajara, Jitagala, Savaha."

Compared with the full text like pinyin annotation on the small note in his hand, Chen Yuan, a half-baked monk, was covered with crystal beads of sweat, but he was at least stuttering the mantra of rebirth that saved the dead.

Chen Yuan repeated the scriptures with only a few dozen words back and forth twenty-one times, but he was afraid of mispronunciation and made himself sweat. The family members who were immersed in bereavement and grief did not care much about Chen Yuan's poor performance, or the various actions of Master Huiyuan's inexperienced. With the chanting of the scriptures to save the dead, coffins painted in vermilion were placed into the dug tomb in turn, and the crying sounds of the scene suddenly became a sound. Wu Han, a guy with a heart of iron, saw this scene and recalled the sounds and smiles of these people before his life, and couldn't help feeling a sore nose at this time. At that moment, he turned his back to everyone, and looked at the distant mountains.

In today's era, life and death are as low as grass, and life and death are endless, and everyone actually takes it lightly. After the end of this brief funeral, everything in the Peach Blossom Land settlement seemed to have returned to normal. It was not that people were heartless, but that this era could not accommodate too much remembrance.

"Okay, everyone should work harder! If you don't practice for a day, you will know. If you don't practice for two days, you will know. If you don't practice for three days, you will know. In the past, the old people also said that boxing is always the hand and music is always the most basic requirement. No matter what skill you want to practice, perseverance is the most basic requirement..."

Survivors began to train rationally in martial arts. Wu Han paced back and forth on the training ground, constantly muttering words of encouragement, hoping that those survivors who were stunning and sweating would not give up because of their dismay. Although the survivors of Peach Blossom Land had a high enthusiasm for learning martial arts under the influence of Wu Han, and even men would not be looked down upon in a flash, the only difference is that each person's cultivation level was different. However, not long ago, they fought with the Japanese sword-drawing team. In that fierce hand-to-hand battle, the people of Peach Blossom Land were suppressed by enemies with far fewer numbers than their own.

Such humiliating facts made survivors clearly realize their own shortcomings. Without anyone to encourage them, they began to practice hard and consciously.

Wu Han’s original intention of learning martial arts was limited to learning how to correctly control the inhuman power generated after mutation. This is like a rich man in the countryside learned how to manage his property from others. Anyway, he had enough capital, but he just couldn’t understand it. As long as he figured out his clues, it was easier to get started. Wu Han can be said to be a unique exception. His path cannot be copied, and others do not have such ready-made shortcuts. One move and one move, and one horse standing posture are indispensable.

In fact, martial arts looks simple and also requires talent. No matter how hard a person has put in his or her skills, he can become a craftsman. If he can follow the textbooks, he will end up.

Similar to former urban white-collar workers like Liang Dongcheng who are not diligent in four bodies and have no distinction between grains, they can't catch up with those young people who have been working physically since childhood in rural areas. They are not a little bit inferior. Even so, Liang Dongcheng is not willing to be lonely and always thinks about being able to make a name for himself. He hopes that one day he will be looked up to by Wu Han like the second Japanese Mi Long and Miao Jingtian and get the opportunity to be promoted like a rocket. Since he wants to get to the top, he must first make contributions. Liang Dong has also made great efforts for this. Although he has not achieved success in martial arts, he can definitely be regarded as a master on the theoretical level.

At this time, seeing Wu Han stop and let the survivors practice on their own, he went to the venue to drink water. Taking advantage of this moment, Liang Dongcheng took the initiative to come up and make a comment and said:

"Boss, our cold weapons are too diverse, and they are of different lengths. It is difficult for everyone to cooperate. Do you think it should be integrated?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Han, who was wiping his sweat, smiled and said:

"That's not what I said. Isn't it good to have soldiers without any combination? The difficulty in cooperation is because I have never practiced cooperation. Who would expect to learn without a teacher!"

Haven't eaten pork, have you ever seen pig run? Wu Han's knowledge of cold weapons combat is obtained from paper, which is a bit out of reality. However, based on his own experience, he understood an iron rule. When people have to face each other and fight with bloody blood, this kind of battle requires soldiers' personal quality and willpower far exceeding the recruitment standards in the era of hot weapons.
Chapter completed!