Summary of the previous chapter: Ma Xiaoquan swallowed the green spirit fire from his mouth into his abdomen, using it to melt the bullets embedded in his lungs...
Lu Xian made such a fuss that Sun Quan was forced to cancel his original plan to go on inspection. That night, Sun Quan held an emergency meeting and had a "profound" discussion with his ministers about his personal safety.
Ma Xiaoquan did not participate in Sun Quan's meeting. At this moment, what Ma Xiaoquan thought about most was the gun used by Lu Xian.
From the moment Lu Xian took out the gun, Ma Xiaoquan understood that the Magnum he had buried in Langya Mountain had been obtained by Lu Xian, but... when Ma Xiaoquan buried the Magnum
There are only three bullets attached. Today, Mr. Lu shot two bullets in one go, so there is only one bullet left. And... the bullets used by Magnum are dummy bullets, let alone this kind of bullet.
In this era, even the modern era where Ma Xiaoquan lives has to be specially manufactured.
"Well" Ma Xiaoquan nodded slightly and said to himself, "Xian Lu still has one bullet left... What is he going to do with this last bullet?"
...
At a dilapidated inn outside Chaisang City, Lu Xian proudly played with the Magnum in his hand.
"Crash..." Lu Xian opened the pistol and shook it hard, and Magnum's gun wheel immediately started to spin smoothly.
"This thing is so amazing. It can actually be so powerful..." Mr. Lu said as he picked up the dum bombs placed on the table.
"It's this hidden weapon that can actually punch a big bloody hole in Ma Xiaoquan's chest... Hmm, it's a pity, it's a pity, there is only one. Where should I use this one?"
Lu Xianfa became worried. There was only one bullet left in front of him, and in his plan, there were several people who needed to be killed.
"No...I've done it myself..."
Lu Xian nodded affirmatively and said, "Here comes someone!"
Outside the door, a low and hoarse voice responded: "Master, what are your orders?"
Lu Xiandao: "Well...is there a skilled blacksmith nearby?"
"Just tell me, Master, Chai Sang will have it."
"Chaisang?" Lu Xian snorted, "Isn't it a little inappropriate to go to Chaisang now?"
Lu Xian was very hesitant. He didn't know whether Ma Xiaoquan was dead or not. Well, even if Ma Xiaoquan had immortality, then Ma Xiaoquan must have known the secret of the pistol. From this point of view, Ma Xiaoquan would definitely know how to use the pistol.
Search for his whereabouts began.
The method of making pistol bullets that Lu Xian wants now. As a person of this era, Lu Xian is not sure whether he can make the same bullets. Moreover, Lu Xian himself does not know what he is holding in his hand.
That small metal is called a bullet. Mr. Lu just wants to expand the number of such hidden weapons as soon as possible. Everything is because of the small pair of white silk silk taken out of the solar recorder.
After learning about the so-called historical events on the white silk silk, and then typing out some important information from Yang Guang's mouth, Lu Xian finally understood what it means to predict the future.
Lu Xian even thought that if he knew the course of history before Ma Xiaoquan, he would definitely be more accomplished and live a more elegant life than Ma Xiaoquan.
Of course, this is just Lu Xian's wishful thinking. Even if Lu Xian has the same ability as Ma Xiaoquan, he cannot change history.
Because history... is history after all, and it has its own pace and process.
Lu Xian thought for a moment and then made a bold decision.
Lu Xian believed that after knowing the fact that he had obtained the pistol, Ma Xiaoquan would definitely find a way to find him. Instead of passively playing hide-and-seek with Ma Xiaoquan, it would be better to take the initiative and take one step ahead of Ma Xiaoquan to destroy this so-called history. In this way, not only would
He will kill Ma Xiaoquan and get everything Ma Xiaoquan has, including Huayue Xin.
"Let's leave for half a month. After half a month, I will return to Chaisang in person, hum..."
The subordinate outside the door was a little frightened and said: "Master, Chaisang is under martial law now, I'm afraid..."
Lu Xian waved his hand: "The most dangerous place is the safest place. Ma Xiaoquan would never have thought that I would do this. Hum... Ma Xiaoquan, let me let you relax for a few days first..."
...
"Ah," Ma Xiaoquan rubbed his nose, took a breath, and said to himself, "Hmm, Mr. Lu, a bitch like this, must be talking about me, damn..."
Next to Ma Xiaoshen, Sun Quan frowned and asked: "Sir Shangxian, what...are you painting?"
Ma Xiaoquan raised his head, looked at the simple painting in Sun Quan's hand, and said with a smile: "Do you know about bullets?"
"Bullet? What is a bullet?"
Ma Xiaoquan made a pistol gesture with his hand, aimed at Sun Quan's image and "fired".
Sun Quan was startled, threw the simple painting in his hand on the ground, and picked up a copper plate next to him to cover his face.
Ma Xiaoquan laughed: "Zhongmou, don't be afraid. I'm just making a gesture. What are you afraid of?"
Sun Quan chuckled, blushed and put down the copper plate, saying: "Master Shangxian, you also know that the hidden weapon used by the guy named Lu Xian is really powerful, the sound is also loud, bang.
Woolen cloth."
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head and said: "I know, but Lu Xian has no bullets anymore, hum!"
"There are no bullets left?" Sun Quan looked at Ma Xiaoquan and suddenly reacted. He picked up the simple painting from the ground, pointed at the pattern on the simple painting and asked, "Master Shangxian, do you think this is the hidden weapon?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "I won't tell you the details. Zhongmou, please tell me how many skilled blacksmiths there are in Chaisang City."
"A blacksmith with good skills..." Sun Quan thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I really don't know this, but I can help Lord Shangxian find out. Come here." Sun Quan called out.
, and told the matter.
After a while of burning incense, a subordinate respectfully presented a list, listing the names of skilled blacksmiths in Chaisang City.
Sun Quan handed the list to Ma Xiaoquan. Ma Xiaoquan took it and looked at it again and asked: "This list is from top to bottom, but is it divided into good and bad?"
Sun Quan nodded: "Yes, although the blacksmiths on the list are all good in skills, there are still differences."
Ma Xiaoquan sighed, thought for a moment, and then asked: "Which of the blacksmiths among them are brave enough, um, or like to make novel weapons or something?"
Sun Quan turned around and asked the men around him, nodded a few times and replied: "Yes, please take a look, Lord Shangxian, this...and these two..."
Ma Xiaoquan hummed and said, "Okay, these are the ones!"
Sun Quan was puzzled: "Master Shangxian, what are you trying to do?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and said: "Zhongmou, please make three copies of this sketch and give it to these blacksmiths... Well, let them do it. By the way, it should be a little more subtle.