"How about calling it an ambush? Although this thunder is good, it is too difficult to control, and this ambush fire has the meaning of control.

Fuhuo is also an alchemy technique, and I think it is also appropriate to use this as the name of gunpowder. ”

Hu Xiu racked his brains, but he didn't want the name of this gunpowder to be changed to thunder.

"This fire is better than my thunder."

Ziqing thought for a while, shook the feather fan, and nodded.

"Then it's called an ambush?"

King Han looked around and made a final decision. This matter has been done, and the group of generals will not stay here, they all left the palace and went back, but the king of Han has not left.

"Xiu'er, your official clothes and official seal have been sent over. Later, do you need your uncle and me to go to the garrison of the Emperor and the Army on the outskirts of Ping'an City together and select your 1,000 guards? ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Haha~ Good boy, what do you want to thank me?"

King Han laughed and slapped him heavily on the shoulder, making him hurt.

I came back to meet again, and there was a knock at the door. On this day, maybe the king of Han came out in a hurry, he didn't bring a small yellow door, and there was no one to herald.

Hu Guizi was on the main seat, took a sip of hot tea, and said:

"Come in."

I saw two people in light clothes, one old and one young, coming in with their heads down. But he didn't dare to raise his head, he didn't even see the face of King Han, he walked a few steps, and knelt down.

It was a big salute, kneeling down with two legs together, and the body was very low. But it's not kowtow, every time I bow down, my head will be a little away from the ground, and I still shout:

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"Get up."

King Han casually put down the tea cup in his hand, and this gift was a matter of course for him.

"Hugh, tell them about the fire. After that, it's time to go to the outskirts of the Emperor's army garrison and help you pick soldiers. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Hu Xiu thought that in front of outsiders, he should always shout His Majesty, but he glanced at him and shook his head.

Hu Xiu stepped forward, and the two people in front of him seemed to be grandchildren. After all, one looked to be in his fifties or sixties, and the other was in his early tens.

When I got closer, I saw that there was even a small patch on their clothes.

The face is also slightly yellow, it looks like he is malnourished, this is the people of the Relic Pavilion, they have all done things for the emperor, why can't they even have the most basic guarantee for wearing clothes and eating?

"Dare to ask the old man's name?"

When you are a person and do things, you can't go wrong by asking their name first.

"Don't dare, don't dare to respect the surname, the humble position is just a small official position that is not in the middle of the class. The prince just called me by my name, Chen Daosheng. ”

Chen Daosheng? The name is well chosen.

"And this little guy is your grandson?"

Hu Xiu looked at the little guy who was no more than his chest and asked, but he saw his eyes, always looking at him with fear.

"He's not my grandson, he's an abandoned boy I picked up on a spring day ten years ago.

The first time I saw him, he was hiding in a corner of the street, covered in wounds, and I didn't know who hit him. Shivering, it looks like he hasn't eaten for a few days, and he is about to starve to death.

With good intentions, I bought him a bun to eat and took it home to raise, thinking that he would live if he could, and die if he couldn't. I didn't expect him to be hard, and he survived. ”

With that, he rubbed the little boy's messy, grass-like hair. The little boy didn't speak, just shrunk back up.

He didn't seem to like to talk much, so Hu Xiu squatted down and said to him with a smile:

"Child, what's your name, can you tell my brother?"

Hu Xiu smiled, trying to make himself appear kinder. But the boy did not speak, and danced a few times, as if to express something.

"Shizi, he can't speak, he's mute, he can only hear voices."

"Dumb? Does he have a name? ”

"His name is Mouton, wood represents spring, but also represents vitality, he has two wood, I hope he can live well even after I die."

"Chen Mouton? Good name. ”

Chen Daosheng and Chen Mouton, but the name has some charm.

"No, no, he doesn't have my surname Chen, his name is Mouton, he is not the same household as me."

"Is there anyone in your family who doesn't agree to want him to live with you?"

Hu Xiu scratched his head, if the people in the family disagreed, it would be really difficult for people to live all the time.

"I don't have a daughter-in-law, and I don't have a son."

"Then why don't you treat him as your son, when you come later, you can also provide for your old age in the future."

Such a simple truth, looking at the Taoist is not confused, it is impossible not to understand.

"He is only a dismantling son now, he is my apprentice, I will die eventually, and he will take over my position as a master.

But according to the rules of the imperial court, you can't be a master and apprentice in the same household registration, so he can't have my surname. ”

"Then can you live well and eat well?"

"This ......"

Chen Daosheng's face was embarrassed, as if he had something to say, but he didn't dare to say it.

What is this rule? A small position, with so many rules and regulations, in the end, it can't even solve its own food and clothing.

"Why don't you let Mouton do the other work?"

"He's a mute, and he's not in good health, if he doesn't take over my shift and goes to do something else, can he support himself?"

Hu Xiu suddenly felt a trace of indignation in his heart, but it immediately calmed down.

Anxin told Chen Daosheng about the process of making gunpowder and the corresponding proportions. In Hu Xiu's philosophy, gunpowder could not only be burned to produce an explosion.

It can also produce an explosion by squeezing gunpowder in some way, which he also told Dao Sheng.

But Hu Xiu could only give a brief explanation, he knew that this kind of explosion of gunpowder by squeezing could make a ground mine.

Then, after the two men knelt before the king of Han, they were taken away by the maids in the prince's mansion.

"Why, I'm curious why they can't eat enough when they're obviously officials, and they can only wear patches on their clothes?"

King Han walked slowly to Hu Xiu's side.

"It's a little confusing."

"Do you know what the predecessor of the Relic Pavilion was?"

"Predecessor?"

A group of craftsmen who are engaged in latticework, what else can they have?

But the king of Han only said with concern:

"Six hundred years ago, martial arts were not as prosperous as they are now. Most martial artists have cultivated to the top, and they can only reach the sixth order.

The Shenzhou Continent was not as stable as it is now, and it was divided into nearly 100 countries back then, and there were constant wars all year round.

At that time, such a group of people appeared, who claimed to be messengers of God. They create cows and horses that can travel hundreds of miles a day without eating or drinking, and paper and wood birds that can fly thousands of miles without resting......

He even created a kind of battle armor that wraps around people's whole body, which can be controlled by a slightly stronger ordinary person, and can be worn by a second-order or third-order martial artist, and can be strong against a sixth-order martial artist.

If the sixth-order martial artist was negligent, he would be killed directly, but if the sixth-order martial artist wanted to kill them, it was much more difficult, and he had to beat the meager internal qi in his body into his thick iron armor.

Even then, you can't kill with one hit, you have to hit the vital point, the head or the heart to kill.

This group of messengers of the gods wandered from village to village, looking for believers. Their ability to bewitch people is super strong, and they have confused groups of ignorant fools, and more than a dozen of them are second- and third-order martial artists.

Since then, little by little, small countries have started to fight, fight a group, and reform a group. People are fighting more and more, and at their peak, they occupied nearly half of the continent, and they were known as the emperor and the kingdom of God.

This should be a good thing, only by unifying the country and there is no war, can people live well. But this group of people only knows how to fight the world, but they don't know how to manage the world.

Half of the country has been laid, but they only know how to enjoy happiness, they are high, heavy servitude, heavy taxes. If there are corrupt officials in the local area, they will ignore the life and death of the people and increase taxes even more.

But these people, who claim to be God's messengers, don't care about it. They proclaimed themselves the Eighteen Gods, and seemed so foolish as to think that they had conquered this vast territory, that they had no worries, and that they were only responsible for their pleasures.

So this also breeds a lot of bandits who fall into the grass, they can't stand it, and they go to be the king of the mountain. What's even more ridiculous is that these people burn and kill and loot, but they live a nourishing life, robbing the people passing by at will.

They don't care about these things that should be managed, the people are living in dire straits, they have had uprisings, but they are all quickly suppressed.

Finally, a man stood up, and it was he who led the people who were unwilling to oppress and finally brought down this corrupt dynasty, and this person is familiar to you. ”

King Han said the key place and sold the guanzi.

"Familiar?"

Hu Xiu was listening seriously, and suddenly stopped talking, and he felt a little uncomfortable. This emperor does not fall into the kingdom of God, and it always attracts him with a mysterious attraction.

The wooden oxen and horses that can travel hundreds of miles a day in it, and the flying birds made of paper and wood are all allusions that he is familiar with.

The battle armor is even more surprising, this kind of thing, the real world has not been realized, how was this achieved in ancient times?

"It's Ling Yunxian, the first generation of Linglong Pavilion's master."

Hu Xiu suddenly realized.

Oh~ It turned out to be him, worthy of being a legend, and a legend will always carry a legendary story.

"Ling Yunxian, he became a fifth-order master at the age of thirteen, an eighth-order at the age of twenty-five, and a ninth-order at the age of thirty! His talent is like his name, like Unzen! ”

King Han's expression was suddenly a little excited, this kind of look Hu Xiu had also seen, just like the appearance of a crazy star-chasing clan when he saw his idol.

"He established a new kingdom in this ruined country, and established [the Linglong Pavilion], a special department that was independent of the imperial power. Anything can be regulated, even the imperial power can be regulated!

He was also the leader of the ancestors of the Hu family, and it was his respectful teaching, and he later let the first emperor Shengzu Emperor inherit his throne.

It's a pity that after he broke through to the legendary tenth order, he mysteriously disappeared, and with him disappeared, there was also his Yu Jia, the first of the ten famous swords. ”

"In other words, Ling Yunxian has also been an emperor?"

Hu Xiu didn't know why, and his attention was attracted to the fact that Ling Yunxian had been an emperor.

"Of course he did, Ling Yunxian has conquered the world, and he will definitely be the emperor. How can he let others do it, let others do it, and the people who accompany him to fight the world will not accept it.

That's not the point, you ask, either. Xiu'er, don't you understand, the current Relic Pavilion is the descendants of the group of self-proclaimed gods at that time. ”

"Then why should I tell them about gunpowder?"

A group of descendants whose ancestors were once rulers are now ordinary craftsmen, and their hearts can be convinced.

"Hehe~ Iron still needs its own hardness, a group of rulers who scattered and fled after the national capital was breached.

After they lost the support of foreign objects, even those who did not dare to resist were willing to be official slaves for generations.

As for gunpowder, they did not dare to make it indiscriminately, it was passed down from generation to generation, and servility had penetrated deep into their bone marrow.

As for those who dare to make trouble, the Black Dragon Guard in the Secret Prison Mansion of Hu State will make the rebels' heads fall to the ground in an instant.

Besides, there are some people who will never be able to leave Ping'an City in this life! ”

King Han's voice grew cold.

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PS: Yujia refers to the legendary ancestor of all flying animals, which is used here as the name of the sword.