When night fell, the streets of Huancheng began to become extremely lively, and people's enthusiasm for the day and the pent-up grievances in their hearts were perfectly released at this moment.

After eating and drinking enough at a nearby restaurant, Chen Meng hugged the drunken Yu Qingqing and returned to his yard in the alley.

He really didn't understand, Yu Qingqing, a girl who hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol in the first half of her life, why did she go to the restaurant to drink freely with the wine jar, but after taking a sip, she was drunk and unconscious.

Covering Yu Qingqing with the pink blanket left by Lin Ziyou, Chen Meng hurriedly withdrew and returned to the courtyard, looking at the starry sky and the crescent moon, he thought about whether to visit the old man now.

Chen Meng knew that an old man on the other side must have fallen asleep early this night, but there was an obsession in his heart, forcing him to go to that alley now and meet the old man.

"Anyway, I can't sleep, it's better to go and see the old man, he can't see, night and day are the same in his eyes. Chen Meng made up his mind and walked out of the courtyard with light steps.

Closing the courtyard door, he was about to take a step to leave, but Chen Meng retracted his foot thoughtfully.

Looking at this quaint wooden door, the wooden door that would explode with a punch from the Xuanyun Realm monk, Chen Meng always felt a little unsafe, after all, Yu Qingqing was good-looking, and she slept alone in it, in case a thief who didn't know what to do broke in, .......

Immediately, Chen Meng stretched out a finger and scribbled everywhere on the wooden door, leaving a deep trace wherever the finger passed.

Looking at the pattern drawn by Chen Meng in the sprinkled moonlight, it is estimated that no one in the whole Huan City can see what it is, after all, Chen Meng's painting is too messy, like a fish in a bunch of lines, like a deer, and even like a baby...... There is no pattern at all, and what can be seen is entirely up to one's imagination.

Some people look at it, and maybe their scalp is numb, but in the pattern painted by Chen Meng, there are dense dots, distributed like fish scales, but the size and appearance are uneven.

"I don't know if it's going to work. Chen Meng whispered, the pattern he drew now was the body that the willow tree handed over to him in the dream that night.

Listening to what Willow said, this is a formation, although there is no attack, but it can block people on both sides of the formation from shuttling through each other, and only with the permission of the owner of the formation, this formation can people or things pass through.

"When everything is ready, let's go to the old man's house...... I hope he's still there. ”

After setting up the formation, Chen Meng did not drag away at all.

Under the starlight, a thief's head came out of the darkness, and when his face was completely stretched in the moonlight, he looked at the cook!

"God bless me, I've seen this plot, I see, I'm still the protagonist!" the cook chattered again in the moonlight, judging from the expression on his face, it must be no good to run out in the middle of the night.

The cook happily stepped on the stairs and came to the wooden door of Chenmeng's courtyard, and pushed hard, but he couldn't push the wooden door even a bit.

The white moonlight sprinkled down, stuck on the shocked face of the cook, and a pair of dark green eyes stared at the boss, like the eyes of a demon about to fall out, very mad.

"It's locked? No, I watched the guy close the door and go out, isn't it the fairy who closed the door inside? The cook lay between the two gaps in the wooden door, and looked in with one eye, but saw no latch between the two doors.

The chef is really a little confused, why can't he open the door if it is not locked?

"Alright then, just let me try my latest gun, how powerful it is!"

So saying, the cook bent down and pulled out a black iron rod half an arm's length from the trouser leg of his right leg, and there was a hole in the front of the black iron pole.

"Here comes the fire!" cried the cook, who held the black iron rod in his left hand and a small boxy box in his right hand.

"Click!" the cook pressed down on the corner of the small box, and the next moment a flame rose at the front of the small box.

This thing is very novel, the ordinary people in Huancheng, there are no fire attribute Xuanxin cultivators at home, and matches are used to make fires, but a mineral needed to make matches is too rare, so the ordinary people in Huancheng generally only light a fire once a day, or borrow a fire like others.

The cook pinched the small box and carried the flame to the lead behind the black iron.

"Rustle", "Knock", "Bang!"

From the end of the fuse burning, to the black iron ball spewing out of the hole of the black iron pole, to the explosion on the quaint wooden door, all this process was less than a breath.

The cook was stunned, he had experimented with the lead many times, and he had to burn two breaths, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make the lead burn time shorter a little.

But who would have thought that when it came to actual combat, the speed of burning this lead suddenly became like the king of Hades, burning faster than money, and the cook still thought that after igniting it, he walked leisurely to safety, but the fact was that before he could leave, a huge explosion burst out from the source of the explosion in front of him, directly sending him to the wall of the opposite door.

"Wow......" The cook fell from the wall, clutching his chest, and spit out all the food he had eaten that night, mixed with and yellow food residue, accompanied by bits and pieces of blood.

"In the middle of the night, who made such a big movement and didn't let everyone sleep. ”

As a watchman, Yuan Fu was just a little asleep at night, and suddenly heard an explosion in the alley, so he quickly put on his clothes and walked to the alley to check.

The two of them are getting closer and closer, and there is silence all around, only the broken thoughts of beating the watchman are particularly obvious.

The cook's heart is tight, he is often crazy, but he is a normal person after all, he knows the benefits and disadvantages of his own blowing up the door, not to mention that the neighbors in the alley count him every day, pointing at him and saying bad things, even if Chen Meng is there, he is not easy to explain.

Before leaving, the cook took a special look at the wooden door of the courtyard, but found that the two wooden doors that Chen Meng casually painted with traces were as hard as meteoric iron in his hands.

"Isn't that what is written in the world of fiction, one of the must-have skills for the male protagonist, formation?"