Chapter 3: Incarnation of Sword Soldier

  Guo Fei stood up and walked down to push open the door of Jian Bing Tang. The light and shadow composed door flashed, and the scene inside appeared before his eyes.

  A corridor, with one hundred cells on each side, each cell three meters high and one meter wide, suspended in mid-air a dull, dark-colored sword with a faint outline.

  Guo Fei's heart skipped a beat, his palm facing one of the shadow swords, and with a single move, the shadow sword flashed instantly and flew into Guo Fei's body.

  Suddenly, like a sharp needle, it pierced into his body, and a hot current flowed through his body, like a knife slashing wildly inside him. The intense pain brought Guo Fei's consciousness back to his physical body in an instant, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

  The old man who was dancing with his sword suddenly stopped, looked at Guo Fei's trembling body for a moment, whispered softly, and flashed to Guo Fei's side in an instant.

  Guo Fei couldn't bear the intense pain, thinking in his heart that he wanted to drive out this hot flow. As soon as he thought about it, the light and shadow sword returned to the military symbol at will, and the body's stabbing pain disappeared instantly.

  At this time, the old man had already rushed forward, grabbed Guo Fei's hand, and examined it carefully, with a puzzled expression on his face.

  "The meridian is slightly damaged, but not seriously. It will be fine after a few days of recuperation. The meridian is much wider than before, which is very beneficial. How strange! It's as if there's a flow of golden energy entering the body, nourishing it quietly. Could I have misfelt?" Wen Shu looked at Guo Fei, thinking to himself.

  "How could this be? I don't know what's going on, but I just felt a surge of energy enter my body and then disappear." Guo Fei couldn't tell the truth, so he lied to Wen Shu, who was looking at him with inquiring eyes.

  Wen Shu looked perplexed, glanced around, furrowed his brow and walked to a side to sit down.

  Guo Fei lay on the hay like a deflated balloon, and after pondering for a long time, he discovered that in the instant when the air current entered his body, it brought him strength, but his physique was too poor to withstand this air current.

  At the same time, there was a strange feeling that at that moment, it seemed to be extremely close and familiar with the sword, as if he himself was a swordsman who had been through many battles and killings, with an intangible sword surging in his heart.

  "Ah, I see!" Guo Fei pondered for a long time and suddenly had an epiphany. The two hundred black light shadow swords in the military symbol space represented each of the swordsmen. When the light shadow swords entered their bodies, they became swordsmen with gaming properties.

  Since he can become a sword soldier, he probably won't be able to bring the skills of a martial general. The soldier's token has undergone a strange change, leaving Guo Fei completely bewildered. However, he knows that strengthening his physical training and incorporating this sword energy into his body is the first step in unlocking the unknown.

  As for returning to Earth through the military symbol, there is no sign of it at all, and I'm afraid it's just a daydream.

  Bei Yuan is the northernmost vast region of Haohuang Continent, where snow and ice cover the entire land for ten months a year, with temperatures as low as minus one hundred degrees.

  The snow is white and vast, with ice covering everything for miles. A single drop of water on the outside can instantly turn into an icicle.

  At this time, in the ironwork workshop, a fiery furnace was rising, and next to it, a sturdy young man with a height of 1.8 meters, black hair covering his ears, thick eyebrows and big eyes, dark red skin, was wielding a hundred-and-ten-kilogram hammer, accurately striking the steel forging, tempering the blade.

  The large hammer seemed to be swinging in a certain rhythm, the power rotating just right, up and down like a fluttering butterfly, sparks scattered, bringing long hair dancing in the wind.

  This is Guo Fei, half a year has passed in the blink of an eye. When Guo Fei first started, he was panting and his waist and legs were sore after swinging the big hammer less than ten times. But he persisted, the pain only he knew, it was the longing for life, the persistence to live on, that gave him great resilience.

  For half a year, Guo Fei and the old man relied on each other for survival. Although Guo Fei didn't understand this world, he knew that the old man was no ordinary person. Blacksmithing is a technical skill, and the old man taught Guo Fei how to use his strength, how to wield the hammer, and how to temper his body.

  He also taught Guo Fei a set of Qigong exercises, and with his help, Guo Fei's body gradually became stronger. The cold wind that was as sharp as a knife blade blew against his skin without causing any pain.

  This world is very strange, with an inexplicable energy in the air. With the help of the old man's breathing method, Guo Fei's body grew taller and underwent great changes. His face, once as stern as a knife, now had a hint of scholarly elegance, his physique harmonious and balanced, still showing some youthfulness but very majestic.

  For the past month, the old man has not moved his hands, and the repair of the weapons has been taken over by Guo Fei. During this time, the barracks have experienced battles every day, and many weapons have been damaged. It was only through the small soldier who delivered the weapons that Guo Fei learned that the coldest season of the year is when the ghost tribe is most active, with short days and long nights, and the ghost tribe is not afraid of the cold, it's their time to dominate.

  Snowflakes filled the sky, blocking out the entire heavens. The old man began to dance with his sword in the center of the courtyard, a daily habit of his. He performed the same routine three times, each time faster than the last.

  Guo Fei watched it every night and was already very familiar with it.

  "Now this body, can it withstand the sword shadow entering the body!" Guo Fei thought to himself and decided to try again.

  A thought directly connected to the military order, the light and shadow sword flashed instantly, and was cast into the body. A hot flow flowed through the whole body, the meridians were slightly painful, but not intense, and could be completely endured.

  "Guo Fei, First-Class Sword Soldier." At the moment when the sword shadow entered his body, a set of information appeared in his mind. Indeed, it was the characteristic of the Sword Soldier in the game.

  The old man's transmitted method of breathing automatically rotated, and in an instant, this hot flow was pulled to all parts of the body. At this time, Guo Fei felt that his strength had increased by two times in an instant, and his senses suddenly became sharper.

  The old man's dancing sword seemed to have changed in Guo Fei's eyes, and this feeling was indescribable. Guo Fei saw the marks of the old man's sword moves, and the more he looked, the more shocking it became.

  It was like looking at mountains in the fog, without seeing the rugged rocks. Now it seems that the clouds have dispersed and the fog has cleared, revealing hidden reefs and valleys, a beautiful landscape.

  With a swift motion, a sword that had just been repaired suddenly sprang into Guo Fei's hand from the ground. Guo Fei was bewildered and unaware, his mind completely absorbed in the sword. His feet moved, stepping into the courtyard, beginning to dance along with the old man.

  The wind assisted the snow, and the snow danced in the sky, wrapping the two figures in the flying snow. Gradually, the wind and snow seemed to be drawn in, following the two people's sword flowers as they fluttered, and the swirling snowflakes turned into two snow dragons spinning in the center of the courtyard.

  "With body controlling the sword, with mind controlling the body, the sword moves with the body, the body moves with the mind, the sword and body are united as one; using method to guide the breath, transforming the breath into strength, using strength to control the sword, circulating repeatedly, endlessly born!" The old man danced with his sword while reciting these words, pointing at Guo Fei.

  Guo Fei followed the old man's guidance, using the old man's transmitted method of Tu Na to stir up the flow of sword energy within his body. The energy flowed throughout his entire body, with a majestic momentum like a rainbow, and gradually became as obedient as his own arm.

  "Good boy, I didn't expect you to be a martial arts genius. In such a short period of time, you've actually reached the realm of unity with your sword." Guo Fei stopped his sword, and the old man exclaimed excitedly.

  "Still, Uncle Wen's guidance is very helpful! Haha." Guo Fei couldn't reveal the truth, it was him relying on the Light Shadow Sword to enter his body, if he relied on himself, it would probably take more than ten or eight years to reach this level. For over a decade, the things he interacted with most were pens and keyboards, never having touched any weapons before, but for now, he could only laugh it off and not reveal the truth.

  "Hmm, don't be proud. As a cultivator, it's hard to get started, and even harder to make progress. Looking at your physique, you should be of the Metal attribute; otherwise, it wouldn't be possible for you to be so familiar with swords. However, condensing 'Metal Qi' isn't something that can be done overnight." The old man's words left Guo Fei seemingly understanding yet not quite getting it.

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