Volume 2: Winter Lake Chapter 239: Exploding the Creek
In late spring, the weather was getting hot and humid, but the edge of the well made of blue bricks was a bit cool. Ning Que sat on it and didn't want to leave, waving a kitchen knife in his hand and talking happily. ("")
Sangsang hung the clothes to dry on the line, wiped his wet hands on the apron, then walked back to the wall, picked up the paint pen, finished painting the last piece, and asked: "How to kill him?"
Ning Que left the edge of the well, walked to her side, pointed at something on the wall and said, "Hit him first, and then let him die."
Sangsang put down the paint pen and looked back at him with a confused expression.
The thing next to the wall was a wooden figure with a base, carved by Ning Que himself. Sang Sang painted the surface with a thick layer of black paint. There was a small black pot on the wooden figure's head.
"To kill a person, you must first hit his body, which means you must first break through the defense."
Ning Que pointed at the little wooden man with a kitchen knife and said, then he turned the kitchen knife sideways and made a hard cut on his forearm. After a while, he saw faint traces of blood oozing from the white cut on his arm.
"After I inherited the mantle of my junior uncle and became a demon, my physical strength has become incredible. As you can see, Xiahou is a strong man in the Demon Sect. You can imagine how strong his physical strength is."
He stretched out his cut forearm to Sangsang's eyes and explained.
Sang Sang filled a ladle of slightly cold well water, rinsed the blood on his arm, then took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wrapped it carefully for him.
While she was doing these things, Ning Que continued her analysis: "Xiahou betrayed the Demon Sect, joined the Haotian Dao Sect, and became a guest of the Xiling Temple. In order to help him conceal his identity, the Temple might have secretly revealed the secrets of martial arts practice.
It was also taught to him."
"It's not that it's a possibility, it's a certainty."
He looked at the black paint on the wooden figure and said: "Xiahou can use his mind power to mobilize the energy of heaven and earth to condense on the body surface. This layer of defense is like the layer of paint on the wooden figure. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple"
"The most troublesome thing is the armor on his body."
Ning Que tapped the small black pot on top of the wooden figure with a kitchen knife, and there was a loud bang.
"The armors of the four generals of the Tang Empire were all made by the academy. The same goes for the one worn by Xia Hou. It was designed by Professor Huang He and was jointly built by the fourth and sixth brothers. Although it may not be as powerful as the one worn by Xu Shi.
But it’s also very powerful.”
"Armor, body-protecting Qi, and the terrifying body of the Demon Sect strongman, these are three layers of protection. They can be used day or night. If they are overlapped, I think even the thirteen arrows of Yuan Shi can't penetrate it."
Sangsang doesn't understand the tasteless and uninteresting joke of daily use and night use, and three-layer protection.
After being stunned for a moment, she thought about the attitude of the academy and said worriedly: "Assassinating the Imperial General... Even the academy will not allow you to do such a thing."
Ning Que said: "When did I say I wanted to assassinate?"
Sangsang asked: "Why don't we expose the relationship between Xiahou and the Demon Sect?"
"I promised Senior Brother not to tell others about Xiahou's life experience."
Ning Que paused for a moment and then said, "Including the relationship between him and the Queen."
Sangsang asked in confusion: "But you told me."
Ning Que said: "You are not someone else."
Sangsang nodded and said, "That's true."
After a while, she recalled the calligraphy auction at Yishiju and said, "There is no way to solve Xiahou's matter. Why do you, young master, offend that Southern Jin prince?"
Ning Que didn't know how to explain to Sang Sang. He couldn't say it in front of her. At that time, he just heard that the Southern Jin crown prince wanted to buy chicken soup posts to please the bookworm, and he felt angry for no reason. ""
"What did we think of a practitioner in the past?" He changed the subject cleverly.
Sang Sang thought about the conversation she had with Ning Que when she was a child in Weicheng, and recalled the burned volume of Taishang's Induction Record, and said, "At that time, practitioners were gods in our eyes."
Ning Que said: "Then I am a god now, and we are gods."
Sangsang laughed happily.
Ning Que said with a smile: "I'm not even afraid of the prince of the Tang Dynasty, so why should I be afraid of the prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty?"
Sangsang reminded: "There is no prince in the Tang Dynasty."
Ning Que's smile gradually faded and he sighed, "This is another troublesome thing."
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The mountain behind the academy, the clear stream behind the blacksmith house, and the waterwheel.
Ning Que, his fourth senior brother, and his sixth senior brother were squatting by the stream in a daze.
I don't know how much time passed.
Senior Brother Six raised the black iron object in his hand into the sunlight.
Ning Que and the fourth senior brother's eyes followed his movements.
It was an iron object similar to a small hip flask, with many lines engraved on it. The lines were deeply embedded in money, and most of them were straight, with no deep meaning.
Senior Brother Six touched the carvings on the small iron pot with his thick fingers and said, "It's even enough."
For master casting masters like Sixth Brother, the slightest difference cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye, but cannot escape the touch of his fingers. When his fingers judge that the lines are uniform, then they must be uniform.
"These carvings cut the area of the iron pot into sixty-four pieces. They cannot be exactly the same, but they are close enough. Especially the depth of the carvings and the bearing capacity of the curved surface can ensure a uniform state when bursting.
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The fourth senior brother picked up a branch from beside him, pointed at the small iron kettle and said: "Junior brother's idea sounds very reasonable, but I tried it with gunpowder last night, but it had no effect. I don't know if I should change the engraved line again."
Make it a little deeper, maybe this way we can ensure that it can collapse."
Brother Six shook his head and said: "If the carving line is deeper, the internal stress of the iron kettle material will be destroyed, the structure will be evacuated, and once it collapses, it will be nothing more than a firecracker."
Ning Que hesitated for a moment and asked, "How about trying it for real?"
"Is it really possible?"
"Maybe."
"I think it will work."
The sixth senior brother looked at the fourth senior brother.
The fourth senior brother nodded.
There is a screw mouth on the top of the small iron pot, which is also a perfect art that was carefully carved by the Sixth Senior Brother. Ning Que unscrewed the stopper of the iron pot and said, "Even if it is useless, it can be sold as a wine pot in the future."
Sixth Senior Brother smiled honestly.
Ning Que took out a yellowish fire talisman, stuffed it into the iron pot, and then tightened the stopper.
"How to try?" Sixth Brother asked nervously.
The fourth senior brother pointed at the clear stream in front of him and said, "Throw it in."
Ning Que was a little nervous. After hearing this, he threw the small iron pot into the stream.
"Wait a moment."
The sixth brother ran back to the blacksmith's house, carried two huge fine iron plates, and erected them by the stream, blocking them in front of the three of them.
The fourth senior brother said displeasedly: "Even if it succeeds, how powerful can it be? Why are you so nervous?"
The Sixth Senior Brother said seriously: "When the Junior Brother was developing Talisman Arrows..."
The Fourth Brother thought of the half-collapsed pavilion in Jinghu Lake, his expression changed slightly, and he stood behind the iron plate.
When everyone was ready to see everyone, they closed their eyes and leaned out slowly from the sea of knowledge. They passed through the iron plate in front of them and entered the small iron pot at the bottom of the stream through the clear stream.
Then fell on the rune paper.
As the thoughts entered the small iron pot, there was a pure vast anger.
The fire rune in the small iron pot at the bottom of the creek suddenly burned suddenly.
It is limited to a very small space.
After a while.
A deafening explosion sounded in the stream!
boom!
Accompanied by the stern Xiaoming, countless iron films are screwed out!
Tu Tu Tu Tu!
The sound gradually subsided.
I don't know how long it has been, the brothers of the three academies behind the fine iron board, carefully pointed out.
The courtyard clothes on their bodies have been completely wet by the stream. Watching the small iron pot fragments deeply entered into the iron plate, thinking that if there are no protection measures before, these iron fragments are afraid to shoot their bodies like arrows.
The face of the three people became extremely pale, and there was a scaredness in her heart.
The four most calm brothers in the usual week, watching the dead fish floating in the stream, watching the half of the water trucks in the stream, the sound trembled: "Little Master, you ... what do you do?"
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