On this night, someone in the deep palace compound of the Imperial City realized the transformation of "soft" and "hard" and planned to transform a hard person into mud, while under the eaves of the Lingyin Temple in the deep mountains, there was another person who was calculating how to transform a group of weak people into steel according to the theory that was not much different from its original origin.

"Sure enough, in the calculations of the Holy Scriptures, the cheapest exchange price for me at this moment is a firearm. ”

After everyone in the temple was asleep, Mo Ye got up alone and walked slowly out of the atrium and came to the spacious Da Xiong Bao Palace.

Since 6,300 points went into his pocket, the profiteer of the Holy Book has not stopped pushing all kinds of promotional information in his head, such as what kind of precise bloodline enhancement package, amputated limb resurgeries, and elixir gift packs...... One by one, like flies that have smelled the smell, they come one after another, so that Mo Xie is really tired of it.

He admits that most of these things are tempting, and the headlines that are tweeted are a great deal of excitement for him.

But he really doesn't have any money, and 6,300 points can't buy any high-end goods at all.

In addition to this one:

"Holy Text, exchange for the 'Second War Alliance, Army, and Team Logistics Supply Equipment' package!"

Mo Ye whispered towards the empty place.

"'Logistics supply equipment for a certain army', worth 300 points, item description: This is a batch of military thermal weapons prepared by a certain country in a certain time and space for the second global unspeakable event, which was lost due to excessive drinking by the quartermaster. Consume 300 points, the exchange is completed, and the current points are 6000 points. ”

If you pay for it, you are a guest, you can pay a lot of money, and you are a passer-by who is only willing to pay a small amount of money.

Penny pincher!

"Bang!"

A large pile of army-green wooden boxes fell on the stone floor of the main hall that had been paved for an unknown number of years, and the latter was directly smashed a lot. There were thirty of them in the box, and Mo Xie had taken a clear inventory of the contents of the box long before they landed.

"200 guns, 20,000 rounds...... On average, there are only 100 rounds per gun...... It's hairy. ”

It's all said that "a certain union," how could Mo Xie not know that the contents of the box were surnamed "Kalashnikov"? Selling this thing to him with 300 points, the profiteer made another wave of black money.

"I don't know how far this can go......"

Mo Xie didn't know that what happened tonight in the Lingyin Temple Da Xiong Bao Temple was written into a book by later generations, and that book was the famous one: "He Changed Zhongzhou".

……

The next day, the genius Meng Meng Liangbu Jingyun and the others were called out by Mo Ye.

"Go down the hill and find some people who can play with bows and arrows. ”

They were taken to the Great Male Treasure Palace, and before they could raise doubts about the pile of green boxes piled on the main hall and the strange things in the green boxes, they were forcibly assigned tasks by Mo Xie.

"Uncle Evil Emperor, what are these things? How come I've never seen them?"

In the process of getting along with each other in these days, like Feng, Yun and Yu Chuchu's awe of Mo Ye is better than one day, at this moment, after Mo Ye has finished the task, only the second dream of the uncle who still loves him the most dares not to perform the task at the first time, but runs to Mo Ye and turns out a gun from the box and tinkers curiously.

"Well, I really should explain it to you. ”

In fact, Mo Ye originally had no intention of explaining, at least not now, in his plan was to find enough people first and then explain it uniformly.

Ammunition is limited, so save a little if you can.

So he only rolled up a gun with his mental strength, loaded the magazine, and pulled the trigger on the pillar in the temple.

"Phew!"

Yu Chuchu, who was relatively weak among the people, didn't see what was going on at all, she only heard a loud noise coming from the ancient monster thing floating in front of Mo Ye, and only saw a little fire light light from the thing, and then there was a black hole on one of the pillars in the main hall, and wisps of green smoke kept coming out of the hole.

"What a powerful secret weapon!"

The best eyesight among all the people should have been Nie Feng, who was proficient in light skills, but unfortunately he had pink eye, so this praise could only be made by Bu Jingyun.

"But it's useless against the masters. ”

The Pig Emperor commented.

"At least if I'm serious, I can get out of the way. ”

It seems that he feels that he is talking too much, and the pig emperor added.

"Old ghost, where did you get these things?"

The Pig Emperor asked.

"A secret place. "Mo Xie said, "Guangwu's words can't save Zhongzhou, at least in a short period of time, these hidden weapons can be used by ordinary people, why don't you go and find someone back?"

"Allowing ordinary people to gain enough power to threaten masters without cultivating is an evil way......

Mo Xie originally wanted to save all the blowing and forcing process, but there were obviously people in this room who did not agree, although he deliberately did not let Nameless come here in order to avoid this in advance, but he forgot to exclude the Great Sage Nie.

"Shut up, if the righteous path can save Zhongzhou, what are you asking me, the 'evil emperor', to come out for?"

Under the attention of everyone, the stone bricks under Mo Xie's feet suddenly cracked.

"Senior Brother Feng, go. ”

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Bu Jingyun and the Pig Emperor dragged Nie Feng left and right, and ran out in a puff of smoke.

"Why is it so troublesome if I can do it myself?"

Mo Xie muttered in a voice that no one else could hear.

"You said yes, right?"

He turned back to the seated Buddha statue in the hall, who wisely remained silent with the man who was crouching behind it.

"Can I say 'no'?"

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The prison, where you don't see the day, you have to hold the lights even during the day.

"Dog, Emperor, Emperor, you still refuse to say?"

Inside the torture chamber stood a torture rack tied to a man with messy hair, the man was dressed in white, and the white clothes were covered with dark red blood.

The jailer whipped the whip and whipped it at the man like iron, and the man was silent, not knowing whether he was really hard, dead or had no strength to beg for mercy.

His lips were white and cracked, and his eyebrows, which were tightly wrinkled, were even more sagging.

If you smoke it any more, the man will die.

The jailer knew this, of course, but he didn't care.

He was originally from Zhongzhou and was born in the imperial city, and this alone is better than ninety percent of people in this world. But this is a year when even the heroes of the rivers and lakes are eating sweet potatoes to live, and when he lived to be fifteen years old, his parents at home were seriously ill, and he ran to the hospital and pharmacy twice, and the family wealth was scattered, and the illness did not improve.

The money is gone, everything that can be sold is sold out, relatives and friends have already borrowed a round, and then knock on the door to eat only one pot after another of closed door soup, but he can't bear to look at his parents who are struggling on the hospital bed.

There are not many ways left for him, or he is clever and robbed, and the wine and meat of the imperial city of Zhumen stinks, or he discards the bottom line, gives up his male body, and enters the palace gate, at least his relatives can get medical insurance.

But he didn't choose either.

He relied on the fact that he had worshiped a Jianghu person as a teacher and learned the two-handed style in his early years, so he went to the street to perform shows such as chest crushing boulders.

But no sooner had he been lying down, and the boulder had covered his chest, than the patrol came.

"Do you have a permit?"

He always remembered the faces he had seen that day, and he remembered his answers that day.

"Nope. ”

"No, you will be fined two taels! Otherwise, you will be sent to prison!"

He didn't have two taels of silver and didn't want to go to prison, so he fled.

And then it's caught, who can outrun the city patrol team in the imperial city?

He was thrown into prison.

The Heavenly Prison is the tightest prison in the Imperial City, and there are also underground prisons and human prisons under it.

Originally, he couldn't enjoy this kind of treatment, and the ordinary people, all they could enter was the dungeon.

But it was unfortunate that what he did could already be regarded as "resisting the law", and secondly, the other two prisons were already full of people like him, so he won the honor of being admitted to the prison.

The prison guards and fellow inmates re-educated ♂ ♂ him, and to this day his hands tremble at the thought of those experiences that made him.

He practiced a set of whipping methods without a teacher, and he can draw people to survive but not to die.

When he was released from prison, he returned home with only two highly decomposed corpses left in bed.

On that day, he desperately ran into the streets to find any member of the city patrol team, and it was also that day that no god attacked the imperial city.

The gods of absolute godhood took a fancy to his whipping and eyes, so he entered the prison again, only this time he became the one who gave re-education, and the one he educated was the former Nine-Five-Honor.