Chapter 45: Spiritual secret

Lily looked at her brother who was sitting on the side of her bed, gritted her teeth and asked: "Did you mean it?"
"Intentionally what?"
"You were like that back then, and I saw you. You didn't even remind me, you want to see me jokes."
"Where is it? I didn't expect it."
"You are retaliating. Forget it, forgive you this time."
"Hey! You have no conscience with this, you should thank me."
"What to do later?"
"What do you mean?"
"What's a good idea for the improvement of ability in the future?"
Bran dunked his hands: "No way, I am also perceiving more nuancedly."
Then he demonstrated it, radiated his magic power, found a target at random, and began to permeate the magic power continuously and perceive it in a more microscopic direction. Then Lily noticed that Bran's face turned pale after only a while.
Bran explained: "That's it, there is no other way. It's just that after a long period of exercise, it can last longer."
Lily is concerned about another question: "This is also the reason why your face has always been pale in the past two or three years."
"Well, whenever possible, I will try to perceive it casually." Bran continued: "Our abilities are too different. My magic power radiates outwards and acts on foreign objects. I need to constantly perceive and learn, and learn more. All kinds of things. And your magic is acting on yourself, you need a more detailed understanding of the structure of the human body. So, I can't help."
"I regret that I didn't set up a card with you to collect taxes at the time. Call me next time you cut someone and take a closer look."
Bran...
...
Lily needed to stay in bed for the past two days, and Ayman turned the target to him. Followed by his future brother-in-law to please his brother-in-law, this made him very helpless.
At this time, Bran was leading a few friends, walking towards the river. Water sources are an important and indispensable foundation in life, so castles where humans live are often built in places with sufficient water sources. The Bran’s castle is no exception, it was built near a river, and Bran’s destination is this river.
On the way, he explained to a few guys: "The moat of our castle was introduced from this river. Be careful when approaching the river. Some amphibians reptiles will lurk by the water."
The Northlanders and the Dragon Knights are more like a group of independent people who have lived for generations, keep some ancient secrets, and follow a unique heritage. Therefore, neither the Northlanders nor the Dragoons have real friends in the circle of nobility. But the destructiveness of these two groups is a little too great, so everyone will maintain a certain amount of awe, and the alienation that comes with the awe, as well as the necessary communication and win-win. When the Northlander and Dragon Knight appear at the same time, the two groups will be attracted by certain natural commonalities. No matter if they are attracted to each other, they have broken their noses or knocked out their teeth. They will always get together. together.
Zhuo Ma learned the lesson from last time and knew that he couldn't really integrate into the interaction between the Northlanders and Dragon Knight, even if he and Xiao Long Nan had been beaten by the same person, but the Little Dragon Knights could be with Bran and him. 'S sisters sit on an equal footing, can continue to make death-like provocations, and can speak sarcasm and mockery from time to time. He even saw that Irene had just punched Bran severely, and then seemed to be hurt by something on his body and screamed. This is spiritual identification, which he cannot understand now. Therefore, he called his good brother, good friend, at least he will not be left alone again.
Zoya also called a few female companions to join in this play, she missed the idiot Bran a few days ago, at least then this idiot belonged to her own best friend. She even hated these two little dragon riders, it was they who broke the tacit understanding between her and Bran. Seeing Irene clenching the sword from time to time, there was a sense of sharpness on her body, and then a weapon hidden in Bran's body responded with a metal trembling sound. When she first saw Bran, she thought that the legend was just a legend, and in the legend, every northerner would never leave. But all she saw was a clean, pale, and not the slightest wild Northlander. Until that day, his whole body made the sound of metal swords, frantic and sharp, and then she hid behind her brother. She was really scared. She knew that the legend was not just a legend.
Irene was playing her own game, constantly provoking her across her brother. She unintentionally discovered this phenomenon today. Every time Bran's determination is aimed at, it will cause a response from one of his weapons. So she was like a cat who found the pompom, and jumped with excitement.
"How did you do it?" Irene asked.
"I did nothing, it was their natural reaction."
"Lied to me."
Bran sneered, "What good is it to lie to you? You should have some guesses after playing for a long time."
"what is that?"
"Spirituality."
"Can you control not responding?"
"can."
"Why not control it? Just let them react naturally?"
"Nothing, a guess. Just like children are attracted by sounds and toys, they will gradually have the ability to control themselves as they grow older. If suppressed at this time, it will not be good." Bran smiled happily. "I should thank you for your constant teasing just now."
"How to give birth to spirituality?"
"I don't know, maybe just take it with me for a long time, trust them, trust them."
"Shit! Liar."
"Don't provoke me with such a tone, you just want to know the secrets. In fact, it is not a secret. It is not uncommon for weapons to have spirituality. People have emotions for weapons that have been with them for a long time, and gradually weapons have spirituality. . But having spirituality does not increase the quality of the sword, and this is not the direction that the warrior pursues. How can there be weapons that are not damaged or damaged after years of fighting?
Irene was a little angry: "I know this, and you don't need to say. I want to ask, how can your weapons give birth to spirituality! How old are you?"
Bran was a little angry: "It seems you are not much older than me, 2 or 3 years old?"
"Why do your weapons work, but my weapons can't?" the girl asked in an angry voice.
Bran happily asked: "This should be considered a secret? As a secret, you want to know that there is always an exchange?"
"What do you want?" Irene became wary.
"The metal you brought, give me a piece."
"I can't give you another request. How else would you know about this?"
"Forget it. It's not a secret. Every few years, you always bring a metal called Dragon Gold to our North Land and get some alloy ingots. Although our North Land does not leak out our own weapons, this It is still accommodating to bring materials to the door for processing, not to mention that there are fewer and fewer races like us who are still following the ancient inheritance. They will always help each other because of the same illness."
Ayman suddenly said, "It's a deal, I can give you a piece."
"brother!"
"It's okay, anyway, you have to pay a part of the cost when you find a person from the North, and the loss of one piece has no effect."
Bran smiled: "You just don't regret it, it's really not a secret."
"Say it! Don't talk nonsense."
"As long as I carry it for long enough, I have strong emotions day and night." As Bran turned over his hand, a knife appeared in his hand, "My first weapon, I always carry it with him. When I was young, I put it under the pillow when I slept.
At that time I was thinking, what if my family doesn't want me? What if you want to strangle me? What if you leave me in the wild to fend for myself? At least I still have him, don't I? "
The two brothers and sisters looked at the table knife in Bran's hand, indeed there was a hint of spirituality, exuding a sense of joy in the palm of the master.
Irene was a little puzzled: "This doesn't seem to be different from what I said before."
Bran sighed and said in a frivolous tone: "As long as you inject enough emotion, enough despair, and the straw of despair, he is the only partner and the only support."
Bran put away the knife and reminded: "Don't forget to give me my dragon gold."
Irene recalled the excitement when she first got the sword, and then the sword became a part of her daily training, became her burden, became her burden, and gradually became a habit, a habit that could not be parted.
"They are my partners, they are my support, they are my life." Irene muttered, she could feel the sword seems to be awakening, breathing, the sword is already part of her, just waiting Her awakening. But this is not right...
"It is my sword, my partner, my support, and my life." Irene repeated softly, her voice is clear, transparent, without any impurities or emotions. Her sword also fell silent with this voice, restoring the essence of a weapon, toughness, sharpness, and coldness without any spirituality.