Chapter 279 The Origin of Equipment

At the same time, the canyon battlefield was reopened again.

Outside Jingzhou City, the Shu Kingdom Legion’s headquarters.

Inside the central army tent, as far as the eye could see, there were mountains of ancient books and scrolls piled everywhere, and from time to time, low coughs could be heard in the middle.

Zhuge Liang, with bloodshot eyes, sat at the desk. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand and coughed lightly, while flipping through an old book on the desk, reading every word carefully.

Here, time seems to have lost its meaning, with only blue and white figures flipping through massive ancient book fragments day and night.

Finally, God helps those who work hard. After a long time, Zhuge Liang finally found the clues he had been hoping for in the vast ocean of books.

but--

When the answer appeared before his eyes, Zhuge Liang's eyes suddenly widened. For the first time in his life, this man who had never been afraid in his life showed a look of fear and horror!
He pushed away everything on the table and picked up the old book with trembling hands.

"In the 153rd year of the Genesis Era, the following is the military record of an unknown soldier from long ago, and the entire process of obtaining a mysterious weapon."

".The evil demon king has finally been annihilated. Wandering among the endless ruins, I can even imagine how majestic and magnificent this former royal palace must have been. When the expeditionary army leaves, this land will completely become a border ruin where demons live."

"In the ruins, a beautiful light spot like a star in the night sky suddenly caught my attention. As if guided, I turned over the bricks and rubble covering it and found that it was actually a weapon shaped like a hammer?"

"It's incredible! The moment I held the hammer handle, a strange heat suddenly spread through the hammer handle to all the meridians in my body, and I gained extraordinary and terrifying power! People in the world will never believe this magical feeling!"

"A white-haired veteran in the army told me that he had seen a similar weapon on the Demon King. Could this be the magic weapon that the Demon King left behind on the border battlefield? I used the fur of a demon species to cover its light, and carried it on my back regardless of life or death. This is a treasure that belongs only to me, and my descendants will always be loyal to it."

"I killed that cruel and merciless commander easily. That guy who was always arrogant was now unable to take even a punch from me. In the horrified eyes of my companions, I was the only one who knew that this was the effect of the Bone Crusher. Could this be the reason why the Demon King, a mortal, could fight against the gods on his own? I seem to understand something."

Seeing this, Zhuge Liang could no longer sit still!

At that moment, countless images flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope. He stood up suddenly, having lost his previous composure, and was about to leave the tent in a hurry.

But at this moment, Zhuge Liang suddenly stopped as if he sensed something. He was immersed in fear and didn't notice it until this moment. He found that there was a secret aura in the big tent without him noticing.

"Brother, this is the first time I see you so flustered and out of control. What happened?"

Amid the voice that was so flat that it was almost emotionless, a dark figure vaguely emerged from the shadow of the big tent; it was a young man with white shoulder-length curly hair and an extremely handsome and gentle face.

"The transmission matrix has been opened, why are you still staying here? You must know that the middle road is the throat of our army and cannot be lost." Zhuge Liang said lightly, with no ripples between his brows. The panic just now seemed to be just an illusion that never existed.

"No room for error? Senior Brother, I don't quite understand what you mean. Who will eventually get the three-point land has nothing to do with us." The curly-haired man looked at Zhuge Liang deeply, but his tone was still emotionless: "We all learned from the sages of Jixia and shouldered a great and sacred mission. In comparison, the victory and defeat and right and wrong in this secular world are too insignificant. Senior Brother, you care too much about this country."

Zhuge Liang remained silent, his pair of bloodshot cyan eyes just staring at his young junior brother.

The curly-haired man understood what he meant, so he said, "The reason I came here specifically is to ask you something. A few months ago, a precious culture medium was inexplicably lost in the academy. I thought, could it be that you took it?" "No."

"That's good." The curly-haired man stared into Zhuge Liang's eyes and said, "The culture medium is a must for heroes to be promoted. Its price is inestimable. The master has been investigating this matter. If you have any clues, please report to the master in time."

Zhuge Liang remained silent. He and his fellow apprentices were all understanding people, and they could understand the meaning of many words even without them being said explicitly.

After the intentional or unintentional reminder, the curly-haired man was ready to leave, but before leaving, he added: "By the way, Senior Brother, you'd better not get too involved with the soldier named Wang Yao in the legion recently. Although I don't understand why Senior Brother thinks so highly of this soldier, but the Master seems to have noticed him for a long time. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Senior Brother, you should be very clear about your position, right?"

After saying this in a vague way, he walked out of the big tent.

But just as the curly-haired man was about to walk out of the military tent, Zhuge Liang's voice came coldly from the dim tent.

"No matter what you want to do, I advise you not to attack Wang Yao. I know people like him. As the saying goes, everything will turn into its opposite when it reaches its extreme. The most evil people are often transformed from the kindest people."

The curly-haired man did not respond and left the tent. Zhuge Liang, after a long silence, sat back in his seat with a blank expression.

Meanwhile, on the other hand.

A distant place on the other side of the King's Continent.

At the Jixia Academy, a white-haired old man with a braided beard put down the old book in his hand with a serious look on his face.

He squinted his cloudy old eyes, carefully looking at the black-gold longsword and the silver-bow on the table in front of him, and gently grasped the hilt of the black-gold longsword.

Afterwards, the face of this great sage gradually became extremely ugly; his eyes were filled with the coldness of hell and the heaviness of a boulder, and he was determined to sacrifice everything!

Click, click, click——

With the sound of boots hitting the floor, the tall and plump Zhong Wuyan walked in.

"Teacher, Junior Brother Yuange sent a letter from the Three Kingdoms a month ago." She respectfully placed a piece of letter on the table in front of the old man, and asked carefully: "Teacher, what happened?"

The old man did not speak, but opened the letter with a gloomy face. Only ten seconds later -

boom!
With a loud bang like spring thunder, the white-haired old man suddenly slammed the table in front of him, and the huge desk suddenly broke into pieces under the weight.

"This evil disciple!!"

The entire palace began to tremble slightly because of this angry roar!
"Old. Teacher?" Zhong Wuyan was frightened by the old man's sudden rage and her face turned pale. This was the first time she saw the old man so angry.

No, it was not just anger. In the old man's sharp eyes that seemed to be able to see through the soul, there was also a trace of extremely heavy sorrow.
(End of this chapter)