Nightfall Chapter 239: Fried Creek


Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 239, Bombing Creek

In the late spring, the sky is getting hotter and humid, but the edge of the well made of blue bricks is a bit cooler. Ning Que sat on it and didn't want to leave, waving a kitchen knife in his hand and talking with joy. (《》)

Sangsang aired the clothes on the rope, dried his wet hands on the apron, then walked back to the wall, picked up the paint pen, finished the last piece, and asked: "How to kill him?"

Ning Que left the edge of the well, walked to her side, pointed to something on the wall and said: "Fight first, then let him die."

Sangsang put down the paint pen and looked back at him with a confused expression.

The thing on the wall was a wooden figure with a base, which was carved by Ning Que himself. Sangsang painted a thick layer of black paint on the surface, and the wooden figure had a small black pot on his head.

"To kill a person, you must first hit him, that is, you must break the defense first."

Ning Que pointed at the little wooden man with a kitchen knife and said, then he turned the kitchen knife sideways and slashed **** his forearm. After a while, he saw faint blood in the white knife edge on his arm.

"After I inherited the mantle and bowl of my little master, my body strength has become incredible. As you can see, Xiahou is a strong demon sect. You can imagine how strong his body is."

He stretched his cut forearm to Sangsang and explained.

Sangsang took a scoop of cool well water to wash away the blood on his arm, then took the handkerchief out of his sleeve and wrapped it carefully for him.

While she was doing these things, Ning Que continued her analysis: "Xiahou rebelled against the Demon Sect and took refuge in the Haotian Dao Sect and became the guest of the Xiling Temple. In order to help him hide his identity, the temple might use martial arts. The secret of practice was also taught to him."

"It's not maybe, but it's certain."

He looked at the black paint on the little wooden man, and said: "Xiahou can use his mind to mobilize the heaven and earth vitality to condense on the surface of the body. This layer of defense is like the layer of paint on the upper body of the wood. The latest chapter of the temple"

"The most troublesome thing is his armor."

Ning Que tapped the little black pot on the top of the little wooden man's head with a kitchen knife, and it made a loud noise.

"The armors of the four great generals of my Datang Empire were all made by academies. The same is true for the one on Xiahou. It was designed by Professor Huang He. The four brothers and six brothers worked together to create it, although there is not necessarily the one on Xu Shi’s This is powerful, but also very powerful."

"Armor, body protection, infuriating energy, plus the horrible ** of the strong demon sect, this is a three-layer protection, regardless of day and night use, overlapping, I think even the Yuan thirteen arrows cannot shoot Wear."

Sangsang doesn't understand the dull and boring jokes of day and night use and triple protection.

After a daze, she thought of the academy’s attitude and said worriedly: "Assassinating the imperial general...Even the academy won’t allow you to do this kind of thing."

Ning Que said: "When did I say I would assassinate?"

Sangsang asked: "Why don't we expose the relationship between Xiahou and Mozong?"

"I promised Big Brother not to tell anyone about Xiahou's life experience."

After Ning Que paused for a while, he said: "Including the relationship between him and the empress."

Sangsang asked puzzledly: "But you told me."

Ning Que said: "You are not someone else."

Sangsang nodded and said, "That's true."

After a while, she remembered Yishiju's calligraphy auction again, and said: "Xiahou can't be resolved with this matter. Master, why should you offend the Southern Jin prince?"

Ning Que didn’t know how to explain to Sangsang. He couldn’t say it in front of her. At that time, he just heard that the prince of Nanjin wanted to buy chicken soup posts to please the bookworm, and he felt angry for no reason. . ""

"In our eyes, what was a cultivator?" He changed the subject cleverly.

Sangsang thought about the conversation he had with Ning Que when he was a child in Weicheng, and remembered that volume of the burned Taishang induction recording, and said: "At that time, the practitioners were gods in our eyes."

Ning Que said: "Then I am a **** now, and we are gods."

Sangsang laughed happily.

Ning Que said with a smile: "I'm not even afraid of the Prince of Tang Dynasty, I am afraid of the Prince of Southern Jin Dynasty."

Sangsang reminded: "Datang has no prince."

Ning Que's smile gradually converged, and he sighed and said, "This is another trouble."

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The mountain behind the academy, the clear stream behind the iron building, and the big waterwheel.

Ning Que, Senior Brother Fourth and Senior Brother Six squatted by the stream in a daze.

I don’t know how long it took.

Brother Six raised the dark iron thing in his hand to the sunlight.

The eyes of Ning Que and Senior Brother Si moved up with his movements.

It was an iron object similar to a small hip flask, with many lines engraved on it. Those lines were deep into the money, most of them were straight, and there was no deep meaning.

Six brothers touched the engraving of the small iron kettle with thick fingers, and said: "It is even enough."

For a casting master like Sixth Brother, the slight difference cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye, but he cannot escape the touch of his fingers. When his fingers judge that the line is uniform, it must be uniform.

"These engravings cut the area of ​​the iron kettle into sixty-four pieces, which cannot be exactly the same, but it is already close enough, especially the depth of the engraving and the bearing capacity of the curved surface, which can guarantee the burst. Uniform state."

The fourth brother picked up a branch from his side, pointed to the small iron kettle and said: "Little brother’s idea sounds very reasonable, but I tried it with gunpowder last night, but it didn’t work. I don’t know if I should Deepen the score a few more points, perhaps so as to ensure that it can be broken."

Six brothers shook his head and said: "If the line is deeper, the internal stress of the iron pot material will be destroyed and the structure will be evacuated. Once it collapses, it is just a firecracker."

Ning Que hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Or try it with real?"

"Can it really work?"

"Maybe it will work."

"I think it's OK."

The sixth brother looked at the fourth brother.

The fourth brother nodded.

There is a screw mouth on the top of the small iron kettle. This is also a perfect art carefully carved by Senior Brother Six. Ning Que unscrew the iron kettle plug and said, "Even if it is useless, it can be sold as a hip flask in the future. "

Six brothers smiled honestly.

Ning Que took out a yellowish fire symbol, stuffed it into the iron pot, and tightened the pot firmly.

"How to try?" Senior Brother Six asked nervously.

The fourth brother pointed to the clear stream in front of him and said, "Throw it in."

Ning Que was a little nervous. Hearing this, he threw the small iron kettle into the stream.

"Wait a moment."

Six brothers ran back to the forge room, carried two extremely large iron plates, and erected them by the stream, blocking them in front of the three.

Senior Brother Si said displeased: "Even if you succeed, how powerful is it, why is it so nervous?"

Senior Brother Six said seriously: "When the Junior Brother developed the talisman..."

The fourth brother remembered the half-collapsed pavilion in Jinghu, his complexion slightly changed, and he stood behind the fine iron plate.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Ning Que closed his eyes, and his mind slowly seeped out from the sea of ​​consciousness, passed through the iron plate in front of him, through the clear stream, and entered the small iron pot at the bottom of the stream.

Then it fell on the piece of talisman paper.

With the power of mind entering the small iron kettle, there is still a pure aura.

The fire talisman in the small iron pot at the bottom of the stream suddenly burned violently.

But it was confined in a very small space.

After a while.

A deafening explosion sounded in the stream!

Boom!

With the screaming screams, countless pieces of iron shot out!

Tuk tuk tuk tuk!

The voice gradually subsided.

I don't know how long it took, the three college brothers behind the fine iron plate carefully poked out their heads.

The uniforms on their bodies have been completely wetted by the stream. Looking at the fragments of the small iron kettle deep into the iron plate, thinking that if there were no such protection measures before, these iron fragments would have been shot through their bodies like arrows. The faces of the three people became extremely pale, and their hearts surged. I was afraid of it.

The four most calm brothers on weekdays, watching the dead fish floating in the stream, and watching the waterwheel in the stream that have collapsed in half, their voice trembling: "Little brother, what are you... Something?"

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(Tomorrow Saturday, but the holiday is over, so I don’t take a break, I wish you a happy weekend, see you tomorrow.)

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