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Chapter 1309 Witnessing History

As the saying goes, for professional matters, find professional people.

Even if you are willing to die, you must find someone who will not die easily.

Chu Qing felt that He Jizhen would not die easily.

But He Ji really felt that he would die easily, so he borrowed a special armor for Chang Xian. It was a bit small and it took him a long time to put it on.

After putting it on, He Jizhen felt that it was still not safe, so he asked Fu San to find him another set of heavy armor.

Chu Qing also began to ask Tan Ma to open the "warning line", and all the other people avoided, and they were not allowed to take a look, let alone get close.

When they saw that the hemp ropes had been pulled out of the cordon, Wen Ya and Xiao Zhi, who had no accurate understanding of themselves and thought that they were not idlers, came over and wanted to watch the excitement.

Feng Taoist didn't know where he came from. Others didn't know what Chu Qing was doing. How could he not know?

Seeing He Jizhen wearing armor, Baodaner suddenly became anxious.

"Young master, no!"

Zhao Baodan ran over, his face full of anxiety.

"Master He's nephew, you are the young master of my Three Hidden Sects. How can you do this kind of thing yourself!"

He Jizhen was so moved that he almost shed tears. For the first time, he discovered that this old man was so kind to him, which reminded him of his own father who was far away in the mountain gate.

"Uncle Master, let me do it!" Feng Taoist said with a determined look on his face, then lowered his head and personally... put the armor he had just found on He Jizhen's body.

"Young master, please take care of yourself!"

After putting on his armor and finishing his sentence, the Feng Taoist ran to the outside of the cordon.

He Jizhen stared, his nose twisted with anger.

Love, what you just said "come here" was to put on my armor. I thought you, an old coffin, needed to mix gunpowder.

Chu Qing, who was outside the cordon, glanced at Feng Daoren, who was holding his arms: "When it comes to damage, you are the real one."

Feng Taoist smiled slightly: "This is my dearest nephew. He is the most reliable. Everyone in the mountain sect trusts him. Moreover, he has no children."

Chu Qing: "..."

It’s exactly the same as what He Ji Zhen said just now when he wanted to sell Zhao Baodan.

That's right, Taoist Feng was sticking his butt out not far away to catch prawns for Qingyang just now. He happened to hear that this guy He Jizhen was going to sell him. This old guy was quite vindictive.

In fact, it is not a grudge, Feng Dao people have their own ideas.

He is now working for Chu Qing for free, but he personally cannot represent the Shanmen of the Three Hidden Sects and the disciples of the Taoist sect, because he is the Chuan Gong elder, and outsiders don't know about it. The Chuan Gong elder is not said to be working for others.

, even a rebellion, actually has little to do with Shanmen.

But He Jizhen is different. This boy is the young sect leader and is qualified to represent the mountain sect of the Three Hidden Sects.

Although He Jizhen has been following everyone during this period of time, as Chu Qing said, he eats and drinks for free and does nothing but sleep.

Feng Daoren is ready to go to the dark side with Chu Qing, and he also believes that the prosperity of the Three Hidden Sects depends on Chu Qing, but he can only represent himself, and He Jizhen can represent the Three Hidden Sects.

So let He Jizhen help Chu Qing prepare the gunpowder. In a sense, the Three Hidden Sects can be regarded as Chu Qing's strategic partners.

Although He Jizhen is young, he still understands this truth, which is why he just suggested that Feng Taoist do it.

But no matter what, He Jizhen finally gave in.

There were three layers of armor on the boat, but He Jizhen still felt that it was not safe, so he turned around and shouted: "Get the shield."

Chu Qing asked someone to take out several large shields. He Jizhen looked at them and was still worried: "Sew yellow sand with cloth and pile them together."

Chu Qing still obeyed, and after struggling for a long time, He Ji really started to take action.

Feng Taoist knew that gunpowder was actually not complicated, and was afraid that the secret recipe would be leaked. After taking a glance, he frowned and drove Xiao Zhi and Wen Ya away, a hundred meters away.

Wen Ya felt sad.

Xiaozhi was also a little aggrieved and cursed in a low voice: "This stupid old man, I was poisoned by Dudu when I was at the border... I got acquainted with Dudu. He only got involved with Dudu in Beijing. He is better than this general."

I don’t know how late it is, let alone say that he is still a fucking assassin, why does Dudu trust him so much, and why does this stupid old man drive me away!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Ya felt even more upset.

I rushed to rely on myself, and I had a lot of meals. As a result, I didn't even mix a four major beasts. Looking at the old nose of the beef, I was still a assassin, and then mixed it to the front line.

He Jizhen had a lot of small wooden pipes brought in. He squatted there, not moving, just staring at the charcoal, not knowing what he was thinking.

Cuiyu walked over, took out a pair of deerskin gloves from his arms, and handed them to He Jizhen.

"Is this old man going to help the young master?"

"Thank you, Mr. Mo, for your kindness."

Except for Chu Qing, He Jizhen was extremely polite to everyone else and smiled slightly: "Young man is fast on your feet. If something goes wrong, you can run away. The old man doesn't know martial arts. Don't get hurt. I can handle it alone."

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"Be careful."

Cuttlefish nodded, turned around and ran outside the cordon.

After He Jizhen put on the deerskin gloves, he finally started to move. He didn't know whether he knew the proportions or just randomly matched them. He stuffed different substances into the wooden tube, then twisted a piece of wool with his fingers, and then closed the lid.

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Looking back at Chu Qing, He Jizhen shouted: "Okay."

"Is this good?"

Chu Qing's face was filled with suspicion.

Don’t these things need to be mixed in a certain proportion? When you are cooking here, just put a little of it in?

"I'm going to light it, be careful!"

"Be careful." Chu Qing nodded, then quickly covered his ears and lay down. Although the distance was far away, he was still afraid of getting blood all over himself.

The third brother was very smart. When he saw Chu Qing climbing down, he also blocked his ears. However, the third brother was a man of honor and lying down was not in line with his status, so the third brother hid behind Feng Daoren.

Looking at He Jizhen again, his face was full of solemnity. After taking a deep breath, he first lit the woolen thread, and then threw out the wooden pipe that was not much thicker than his finger. He turned around and pounced on the large wooden pipe that was erected and protected by sandbags.

Behind the shield.

This is a moment to witness history, and time seems to have stopped.

The flame of the wool was very weak, but it seemed a bit dazzling.

The plain wooden pipe represents infinite possibilities.

Chu Qing, whose ears were blocked, raised his head, his heart in his throat.

The Japanese thieves, aristocratic families, and many known and unknown enemies have no idea what kind of nightmare this little wooden pipe will bring to them. The entire Zhongzhou, and even the whole world, will tremble for it.

The wooden pipe drew an extremely graceful arc and fell to the ground. The timing was perfect, and the moment it touched the sand, the yarn burned to the end.

Then...Chu Qing stood up and cursed loudly.

"He Jizhen, are you stupid? If you close the lid of the wooden pipe tightly next time before throwing it away, all the gunpowder will be scattered on the ground, damn!"

The wooden pipe is still the same wooden pipe, lying there quietly, the wind is calm and the waves are calm.

"The blessings of flowers are stacked on top of each other, and the blessings of flowers are stacked on top of Laoleng..."

A figure flashed away in a flash, leaving a string of laughter like silver bells.


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