Nightfall

The second volume of the Winter Lake Chapter 239 Fried Creek

In late spring, it was getting hotter and hotter, but the edge of the blue brick well was a little cool. Ning Que sat on it and didn't want to leave, waving a kitchen knife in his hand and frowning.

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

Ning Que left the edge of the well, walked to her, pointed at something by the wall and said, "First hit, then let him die."

Sang Sang put down the paint pen and looked back at him, his expression a little confused.

The thing by the wall was a wooden man with a base, rather than a hand-carved person. Sang Sang painted a thick layer of black paint on the surface, and a small black pot was placed on the wooden man's head.

"To kill a person, first hit his body, that is, to break the defense first."

Ning Que pointed at the little wooden man with a kitchen knife, and then he turned the kitchen knife across, and drew a strong stroke on his forearm. After a while, he saw that there was a bleed in the white blade on his arm.

"After I inherited the uncle teacher's mantle and entered the magic, the physical strength has become incredible. As you can see, Xiahou is a strong Mozong. I can imagine how strong his physical strength is."

He extended the cut arm to Sang Sang's eyes and explained.

Sang Sangsheng drank a cool scoop of well water, rinsed the blood on his arm, and then took out the handkerchief from his sleeve to wrap it carefully.

While she was doing these things, Ning Que continued her analysis: "Xiahou betrayed the Demon Sect, turned to Haotian Daomen, and became a guest of the Xiling Temple. In order to help him cover up his identity, the temple might have a secret way of practicing martial arts. It was also taught to him. "

"Not necessarily, but definitely."

He looked at the black paint on the little wooden man and said, "Xiahou can use his mental strength to gather the energy of the world and condense his body surface. This layer of defense is like this layer of paint on the wooden body."

"The most troublesome thing is his armor."

Ning Que knocked on the little black pot above the little wooden man's head with a kitchen knife and burst into noise.

"The armour of the four generals of my Datang Empire were all made by the Academy. The same thing was done on Xiahou's body. It was a design made by Professor Huang He. Brother Si and Brother Six worked together to create it, although it may not be as powerful as Xu Shi, But it is also very powerful. "

"The armor, the true energy of the body protection, and the horror of the Mozong strong, this is three layers of protection, used day and night, overlapping, I think even the Yuan Thirteen Arrow can't penetrate."

Sang Sang didn't understand the joke of daily use and night use, three-layer protection, which was boring and boring.

After she was stunned, she thought of the academy's attitude and worriedly said: "Assassination of the Empire General ... Even the academy will not agree to you doing this kind of thing."

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

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

"I promised to be a master, not to tell Xiahou's life story to others."

After a short pause, Ning Que said, "Including his relationship with the Queen Mother."

Sang Sang asked, "But you told me."

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

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

A moment later, she remembered the book auction of Shi Shiju and said: "Xiahou can't solve this matter. Why do you need to offend the Nanjin prince?"

Ning Que didn't know how to explain to Sang Sang. He couldn't always speak in front of her. At that time, he only listened to the Nanjin prince who wanted to buy chicken soup posts to please the bookworm, and he felt annoyed for no reason.

"What was the practitioner in our eyes before?" He changed the subject skillfully.

Sang Sang thought about his conversation with Ning Que when he was in Weicheng when he was a child. He remembered the burned Taishang induction record and said, "At that time, our practitioners were gods."

Ning Que said: "Then I am a fairy now, we are a fairy."

Sang Sang laughed happily.

Ning Que said with a smile: "I am not even afraid of the Crown Prince Tang, but also the Prince of Nanjin."

Sang Sang reminded: "Datang has no prince."

Ning Que smiled gradually, sighed and said, "This is another trouble."

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The back hill of the academy, Qingxi after the iron building, and the big waterwheel.

Ning Que and his fourth and sixth brothers crouched in a daze by the creek.

I don't know how long it has passed.

Brother Six raised the dark iron in his hand to the sun.

Ning Que and Brother Si's gaze moved up with his movements.

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

Brother Six touched the small iron kettle with thick fingers and said, "Even enough."

For master casting masters such as Brother Liu, the naked eye can't see the slight difference, but he can't escape the touch of the finger. When his finger judges that the line is uniform, then it must be uniform.

"The engravings cut the area of ​​the iron kettle into sixty-four pieces, which cannot be exactly the same, but they are close enough, especially the engraving depth and the bearing capacity of the curved surface can guarantee the uniform state at the time of burst. "

Brother Si picked up a branch from the side and pointed to the small iron kettle, saying, "Little Brother's idea sounds very reasonable, but I tried it with gunpowder last night, but it has no effect. I don't know if I should cut the line. Deepen a few points, maybe this will ensure that it can collapse. "

Brother Six shook his head and said: "If the score is deeper, the internal stress of the iron pot material will be destroyed, the structure will be evacuated, and once it breaks apart, it will just be a firecracker."

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

"Really?"

"Maybe it works."

"I see it."

Brother Six looked to Brother Four.

Brother Si nodded.

There is a spiral mouth at the top of the small iron kettle. This is also the perfect art carefully crafted by Brother Six. Ning Que unscrewed the iron kettle and said, "Even if it is useless, it can be sold as a jug in the future."

Six Senior Brothers smiled happily.

Ning Que took out a yellowish fire rune and tucked it into the iron pot, then tightened the pot tightly.

"How to try?" Brother Six asked nervously.

Brother Si pointed to Qingxi in front of him and said, "Throw it in."

Ning Que was nervous, listening to this, he threw the small iron kettle into the stream.

"Wait a minute."

Brother Six ran back to the iron room and carried two huge fine iron plates, erected on the bank of the stream, blocking them in front of the three.

Brother Si said displeasedly: "Even if it succeeds, how powerful it can be, why should it be so nervous?"

Brother Six said seriously: "When the younger brother developed the Fujian ..."

Brother Si remembered the pavilion in Jinghu that had been shot down halfway, and his face changed slightly, and he stood behind the fine iron plate.

Ning Que saw that everyone was ready, so he closed his eyes, and his thoughts slowly oozed out from the sea of ​​knowledge, through the iron plate in front of him, through the clear stream, and into the small iron kettle at the bottom of the stream.

Then it fell on the rune paper.

As the mental power entered the small iron kettle, there was still a pure and noble spirit.

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

It was confined to a very small space.

After a moment.

A deafening explosion sounded in the creek!

boom!

Accompanying the bleak howling ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ countless pieces of iron shot out!

Tuk Tuk Tuk Tuk!

The voice gradually subsided.

I don't know how long after that, the three college teachers and brothers behind the fine iron plate cautiously leaned out their heads.

The uniforms on them have been completely wet by the stream. Looking at the small iron kettle fragments that deeply penetrated into the iron plate, I thought that if there was no such protective measures, these iron fragments would only be able to shoot through their bodies like arrows, and the three people's faces became extremely pale and their hearts rose. Fear after a share.

The four calmest brothers on weekdays looked at the dead fish floating in the stream and the half-turned waterwheel in the stream. Their voices trembled: "Little brother, what ... what are you doing?"

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(Saturday tomorrow, but the holiday is over, so do n’t rest, I wish you all a happy weekend and see you tomorrow.)

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