"Ma Dao Chief, I don't know how many of these two things you have here."

In Ma San's room, Jing Zetian, who was very satisfied with the two things, asked. When he found something, he began to worry about whether there were enough of them, and if they didn't, the effect would be minimal.

"In my Qingyun Temple, there are still a lot of saltpeter and sulfur, I don't know how much Your Highness needs." Although Ma San didn't know what Jing Zetian wanted these things to do, he still replied very enthusiastically.

"Two hundred pounds for everything, I don't know if it's okay? Saltpeter powder is better to be able to do a little more. Jing Zetian thought about it and reported a number, he didn't expect the explosives he made to be powerful, he just wanted to be able to sound some when the time came.

"Hehe, it's just two hundred catties, it's no problem, when His Highness leaves, I will send someone to pack it for His Highness, and it will definitely be more than two hundred catties." Ma Sansan said generously.

Ma San's words made Jing Zetian even more satisfied, and he found that Qingyun Temple was worthy of being the first Taoist temple in Hua'an City, and the materials were complete.

Jing Zetian, who had achieved his goal, was in a completely relaxed mood, and all that was left was to find an opportunity to try to make an explosive and set off a shot. Jing Zetian believed that with his mind, making a simple black powder was still a very casual thing.

Ma San treated him so warmly, Jing Zetian was embarrassed to slip away after getting a benefit, and continued to chat with Ma San for a long time, and only said goodbye to Ma San when the sun was about to set. And agreed that when Ma San went to the Youth League with the welcoming team, Jing Zetian personally bid him farewell.

Jing Zetian was a little embarrassed by this agreement, because he vaguely felt in his heart that Ma San might not be able to go to the Youth League to preach as he wished.

After saying goodbye, Jing Zetian took Yang Zhanfei and rushed back, followed by five strong men, these strong men are also people living near Qingyunguan, Ma San knew that Jing Zetian and Yang Zhanfei's body, it was not easy to get hundreds of catties of saltpeter powder and sulfur powder down the mountain, so he directly asked people to help them transport them down the mountain.

"Yang Dazhuang, it's inconvenient for me to bring these things into the palace, you find a place to settle them, and we will take these things to Princess Qingquan's Mansion tomorrow." After going down the mountain and putting these things on the rented carriage, Jing Zetian said to Yang Zhanfei.

Sulfur and saltpeter are both flammable items, and it is not easy to bring them in if they go back to the palace for review, so it is easier to let Yang Zhanfei take them.

"Yes, Your Highness." Yang Zhanfei was curious about what Jing Zetian wanted these things to do, and when he heard his words, he was naturally happy to do it.

"By the way, before going to the princess's mansion tomorrow, you are sending someone to purchase some cinnabar, charcoal powder, mercury, lime, and magnet, and there is more charcoal powder, more than three layers of sulfur powder." Jing Zetian continued to Yang Zhanfei.

Originally, only the more common charcoal powder was needed to make black powder, but Jing Zetian asked Yang Zhanfei to buy more for the sake of secrecy, not because he didn't believe Yang Zhanfei, but because he was worried that if the black powder appeared, people with ulterior motives would be able to find out through this time, so he bought some more to confuse the public, this kind of big killing weapon, it is better to only have it in his hands.

"Huh? Your Highness, do you want to refine the elixir yourself? When Yang Zhanfei heard Jing Zetian's words, he couldn't help asking, he has never eaten pork, but he has seen pigs running, and some commonly used materials for alchemy, Yang Zhanfei has heard of them.

"Hehe, you can just buy it, and you'll know when the time comes." Jing Zetian didn't explain either.

Yang Zhanfei didn't continue to ask, anyway, he didn't have to wait for this day or two.

--- dividing line---

The night is deep, and the round moon hangs in the sky, and the water is as clear as a hibiscus. In Hua'an City, looking at the closest to the moon, it should be the Qingyun Temple of Qingmang Mountain.

From a distance, it seems that the moon is on the top of the eaves of Qingyunguan.

In the Qingyun Temple, the middle hall is lit with candles, and rows of candles shine with the golden light of the golden statues in the hall.

On the futon in front of the statue, two Taoist priests sat on the futon, meditating with their eyes closed.

"Senior brother, I calculated a hexagram today." One of the Taoists opened his eyes and said.

"Oh? Don't you have to count a hexagram every day? The other Taoist said with his eyes still closed.

"Today's hexagram shocked me, I actually counted the future emperor."

"Well, what?" The Taoist priest opened his eyes suddenly.

"Today I set up a hexagram stall to relieve my boredom, but I didn't expect two teenagers to ask me to tell the hexagram, one of them is Yang Zhanfei, the son of Yang Guangwu, the general of the Fu Army, and the other is the sixth son of His Majesty today, Jing Zetian."

"You mean, the future emperor you count is the sixth prince?"

"Exactly."

The two people who spoke were Ma San and Li Gang, the master of Qingyun Guanguan.

"Well, whether it's accurate or not, you have to assume that it didn't happen."

"Hey, I was excited for a while, and I missed my mouth, not only did the six princes know, but Yang Guangwu's son Yang Zhanfei also knew, they are all young, and the six princes look stable, so they shouldn't be able to say it, but Yang Zhanfei's kid looks a little silly, I don't know if he can say nothing." Ma San said with a headache, his mouth is relatively fast, and it is easy to be uncontrollable when he is excited, but sadly, he is still a fortune teller.

"It's okay, haven't you calculated a lot of hexagrams for yourself? It's all auspicious, what else are you worried about. ”

"I'm afraid I've miscalculated."

"Okay, it's happened, don't think about it, peace of mind is that you are going to the Youth League soon, you must be fully prepared."

"Got it, brother." Ma San answered honestly.

--- dividing line---

Qingquan Princess Mansion, as soon as the day dawned, Jing Zetian shouted Yang Zhan to fly here, and there was a carriage full of goods behind him.

Today, on the day when the official welcoming team arrived in Beijing, the time was getting more and more urgent, and Jing Zetian could not afford to waste a trace of time.

"Sister Huang, send someone to take me to a quiet place, there can't be a person around." After chatting with Jing Zihan for a while, Jing Zetian said directly.

"Okay, there are a lot of such places in Xinghe County." Jing Zihan readily agreed, and did not ask Jing Zetian what he was going to do.

Bai Xiaobai had already taken people to investigate the location and environment of the robbery, and now it was a ranger who stayed behind to take Jing Zetian there.

Since what he was going to do today needed to be kept secret, Jing Zetian did not let the forbidden army follow.

"Ergou, you take the brothers to see if there is anyone around." When he arrived at his destination, Jing Zetian said to the ranger Ergou beside him.

Jing Zetian was still quite surprised when he first heard the name Ergou, he really didn't expect a ranger with strong kung fu to give such a vulgar name, and after thinking about it carefully, he was not surprised.

Hearing Jing Zetian's order, Ergou immediately went to check separately from his companions.

Jing Zetian was so careful because he was afraid that there would be secret guards or the family's fine work to follow, and if there was a big movement at that time, and he would be found by these people, he would be in trouble.