Bu An was thinking about this when he suddenly heard a loud bang. The sound was familiar to him, and the reaction of the pedestrians on the street to the sound of the crowd also proved his suspicion.

The cultivator who snatched the spirit sword from the roof and ran rolled down from the sloping roof with the tiles and fell down the street with a "poof".

At the same time, two figures jumped out from the other side of the roof, these two people were dressed in short green clothes, holding a spear in both hands, and rushed down with their feet on the tiles, and then turned over and jumped into the street, and the people were still jumping in the air, and the long iron pipe musket in their hands was already facing the ground, and there were two loud bangs in succession!

The cultivator lying on the ground was about to struggle to get up, but he fell down violently, writhed and twitched a few times like a big fish stabbed by an iron fork, and grabbed two shocking blood stains on the ground with both hands before finally stopping moving.

Pedestrians on the street stood up one after another, many people gathered around, and the young man who looked like a man rushed into the crowd, picked up the blood-stained sword, and thanked the two cultivators in short green clothes one after another.

Bu An vaguely heard him say, "Thank you, Lord Governor." ”

In the Tongxuan treasure shop behind him, the middle-aged guy who had just received Bu An also walked out at some point, smiled and relieved: "Childe don't need to panic, those who dare to come to Hangzhou City are all foreigners who don't know whether to live or die......" Speaking of this, I realized that the little boy in front of me was also a foreigner, and I was a little embarrassed for a while.

Bu An didn't care about this, and watched from a distance as the two "envoys" dragged the thief who grabbed the sword away, and turned his head to ask the middle-aged man what the origin of those two people was.

The middle-aged guy explained a few words, and was supplemented by a passer-by, and Bu An figured out that the Jiangnan Dongdao Governor under the jurisdiction of the Inspectorate is in Lin'an, and there is a hundred households in Hangzhou East City, and the two envoys are the poor people of the East City Hundred Households.

These two people are obviously also cultivators, and it seems that nine times out of ten they are Daomen Inner Dan Xuan Xiu, and their strength is at least one realm lower than that thief who grabbed the sword, but they have guns in their hands, and the contrast between strength and weakness is completely different.

Bu An knew that there were guns and cannons in this world, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful. As he left, he walked past the two overseers, paying special attention to the muskets in their hands, and basically concluded that they were two breech guns, about the same level as those of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries in Europe, but the barrels were thick and long, like small-caliber cannons, and probably only a cultivator with enough strength could hold them.

When Su Su was taken by Bu'an's hand and left, she also kept staring at the two muskets, and when she walked far enough, she asked curiously, "Childe, what was that thing just now?"

"Probably called a firebolt. Bu An replied.

"And what about the one that was louder before?" asked Su Su again.

"The one before?" Bu An was stunned for a moment to understand what she was asking, the power of those two muskets may not be as powerful as the spirit arrows of the archery master, and the one who knocked the sword thief off the roof before should be a guy with a larger caliber.

"Probably a thicker, longer one......" he thought for a moment.

Su Su gestured with his free hand, "Is it so thick?"

"It's thicker than that. ”

"Is it that thick?"

"Probably not ......"

"That's not very rough......," Su Su shook her head in disappointment.

"......" Bu'an had a cold face.

......

......

The appearance of muskets and artillery did not have much effect on Bu'an's mood.

His own current archery power can compete with those two muskets, and he has the advantage of bursting, although the accuracy needs to be improved, but the potential is obviously greater than that of a mere breech gun.

Moreover, he also got a new "body armor" - not far from Dongshi, he entered a teahouse, asked for a private room, put the soft armor of the charm on the outside of his underwear, and then put on the long shirt.

Su Su circled around him twice, indicating that she couldn't see it at all.

After all, this chain mail is not made of fabric, although Bu'an doesn't feel heavy, but it still has a sense of restraint, similar to wearing a very heavy leather jacket - of course, it is not stuffy at all, but a little cool.

Bu'an was in a very good mood, and it was rare to be generous, so he ordered three taels of silver and a pot of the best Longjing, and asked for a table of dim sum dried fruits.

Outside the window, under the jewel-like blue and clear ****, the distant mountains are green and hazy, the West Lake is rippling, there are exquisite carriages slowly passing by, and there are also sons and women with folding fans and women holding paper umbrellas walking on the stone path next to the lakeshore.

Like a squirrel about to spend the winter, Su Su continued to stuff pine nuts and hazelnuts into her already stuffed little mouth, chewing loudly. Bu An was afraid that she would have a bad stomach, so he received the fruit plate in front of him, but he was made to laugh by the pitiful appearance of this little girl, and pushed the plate back to her.

The two of them giggled and laughed, and there was a sound of poetry against each other next door, followed by scolding, and then the door of their elegant room was pushed open, and there was a young scholar in his early twenties, who looked weak and couldn't help himself, and scolded loudly: "Xiangchu is rebelling against thieves, and foreign soldiers are fighting everywhere, and when the country is in danger, you and others have the leisure to drink tea and have fun here!"

Bu An listened to it funny, and asked rhetorically, "Then what are you doing?"

"I'm going to scold you!" said the scholar.

The teahouse junior ran in in a hurry, and while following Bu'an to make amends, he dragged the scholar out. Someone laughed and scolded outside the elegant room, and the scholar also scolded them, and his voice was even more hoarse.

When Bu An walked to close the door, Su Su was curious: "Childe, what was that person trying to do just now? We didn't provoke him, why did you scold us?"

"That's a hero," Bu An shook his head and smiled, "Keyboard Warrior." ”

Su Su didn't seem to understand when he heard it, frowned and said, "It turned out to be a chivalrous man......"

The two sat until the tea was so faint that they couldn't taste it, and then they checked out and left.

When he returned to the inn, the shopkeeper said that a guest had come to look for Childe, waited for a long time, and left a message for Childe when he left.

Bu An took a letter from the shopkeeper's hand, opened it and looked at it, and sure enough, it was left by Song Manqiu - only Miss Song knew that he lived in this inn.

The address was left on the letter, saying that he was asking Bu Gongzi to come over to the house.

Bu'an had nothing to do, put away the letter, thanked the shopkeeper, and took Su Su to find the address on the letter.

The disciples left by Song Manqiu are very simple, Heqiu Lane, Song Mansion. Bu An came to Heqiu Lane, only to find that there was no Song Mansion in this alley, only the Song State Mansion.

Standing outside the vermilion lacquer gate of Nuoda, Bu An looked at the stone lion that was more than one person high, and then looked at the plaque of the Song State Mansion, and felt that this Song girl was really unkind.

What is the concept of Guogong, Bu'an is probably clear. Song Guogong is not a Guogong surnamed Song, put it a thousand or two thousand years ago, that is the meaning of Song Guogong who split the soil and sealed the duke. There were no fiefdom princes in the Great Liang Dynasty, and the Duke of Song was about a hereditary title, but it was also the topmost noble.

If Miss Song wrote in the letter that the Song State Mansion was too big for the other party, maybe she wouldn't be able to come - although he is very self-motivated, and occasionally a little unscrupulous, he always has some little pride and stubbornness in his bones, and he doesn't want to rely on women to get on the throne.

He was hesitating when the door creaked open in front of him.