After returning to the temple, after eating, and seeing that the master had no instructions, Meng Jiucheng went into the hut that survived the explosion. Removing a few miscellaneous items, he took out a few jars from under the bed.

The jar is not big, and it can hold more than two catties of wine, all of which are left over after Xuanqing drank it. But these jars are not empty now, but contain gunpowder prepared by Meng Jiucheng.

One nitrate (catty) disulfur (two) and three charcoal (two), for a polytechnic dog, there is nothing difficult about the ratio of gunpowder. According to research, the earliest gunpowder was invented by ancient Chinese alchemists in the process of alchemy.

After discovering that there are still some sulfur raw materials in the Taoist temple, as a later generation who is good at opportunism, Meng Jiucheng will definitely use it, and he is sure that this gunpowder will have a great use.

There were more than ten catties of gunpowder, and then put it into the small wine jar left by Xuanqing's drinking, and sealed it with mud, Meng Jiucheng filled a total of five gunpowder jars. It's not that he doesn't want to do more, it's that the materials are limited.

After being busy for a long time, Meng Jiucheng wanted to make this weapon well, just in case, he would move all the gunpowder canisters into the house. Meng Jiucheng took a long rope again, closed the door, and started the final process - rubbing the medicine twist and securing the lead.

Damn*, I don't know how far my martial arts will go, but with this play, it doesn't matter what kind of martial arts master you are, swordsman thief, boom, boom, collapse you.

Mmmm, if there is an iron pipe, Lao Tzu will build a powder gun. Bah, bah, you have to be number one on the weapon spectrum, just call, call-

Meng Jiucheng sometimes sneered, sometimes gritted his teeth, and finally rubbed the medicine twist. Take out the awl, drill a small hole in the sealing mud, insert the medicine twist into it, and then seal it with mud. Hey, the big news CD says gunpowder is less powerful, but that's comparative. You must know that black powder has been the only propellant of thermal weapons for hundreds of years, and it is still bloody and bloody. Guns using black powder were no suspense in hanging cold weapons, and it was not until the invention of nitrocellulose that they "took a back seat".

According to the experimental data of later generations, the power of black powder is about one-tenth of that of T*N*T. Considering the problem of raw material purification, Meng Jiucheng gave another discount, even if it was only one-fifteenth of T*N*T, then these more than ten catties of gunpowder were almost equivalent to one catty of T*N*T, that is, 500 grams. So what was the charge of a conventional grenade during World War II, which was only about 50 grams, right?

Well, in the future, there will have to be a stronger shell, which will be more powerful, I don't know how long it will take to make iron? Meng Jiucheng felt that it was not bad to chisel the stone, and it could blow up the devil!

After finishing his work, Meng Jiucheng carefully wrapped the gunpowder jar in oiled paper and stuffed it under the bed. Then he turned over and lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and began to bombard with artillery, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, the thieves and rats were scurrying, and he returned victoriously, and the king was a tyrant, and the beauty was like a cloud...... Well, Xiaowei looks good, dressed in a strong suit, protruding forward and back...... Well, the gun also played well......

I don't know when, Meng Jiucheng thought about it, and fell asleep in a daze.

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The night was fresh and beautiful, the sky seemed to have been washed, without a trace of clouds, blue crystal, high and far.

In the open space in the front yard where the silver moonlight sprinkled it, Meng Jiucheng was wielding a big gun and practicing vigorously. And the moves he made are somewhat similar to Mu Xiaowei's.

Coincidentally, Xuanqing, who was supposed to be sleeping after drinking, got up at night. When he heard a strange sound, he came to watch it curiously.

Seeing Meng Jiucheng picking up the big gun, Xuanqing was just amused at first, but after watching it for a while, he couldn't help but let out a shocked sound.

If someone taught, it would not be unusual for Meng Jiucheng to practice like this, and it could even be said that he practiced very poorly. But Xuanqing is sure that this stupid apprentice didn't know martial arts before, and although the moves he can use are not very standard, they have a bit of an appearance.

Yang family marksmanship! Xuanqing is a practitioner, and he can tell it at a glance. Unable to hold back the doubts in his heart, he coughed dryly and walked out.

Meng Jiucheng was sweating from practice, and when he heard the voice, he hurriedly stopped, and when he saw that it was the master, he stepped forward to greet him.

"This-" Xuanqing's fingers drew a meaningless circle in the air and asked, "This marksmanship was taught to you by a showman?" ”

Meng Jiucheng shook his head and said with a smile: "I didn't teach, I watched it myself." ”

Xuan Qing's eyes widened, looking at the apprentice, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and it took a long time before he spoke: "Do you know which marksmanship this is?" ”

Meng Jiucheng shook his head again, and said in his heart: No matter what kind of marksmanship he has, he can defend himself and defend himself, and he can go into battle to kill the enemy, that is good marksmanship.

Xuanqing stretched out his hand to ask for the big gun, danced with his hand, and said: "This is the marksmanship of Yang Zaixing, the general under Yue Fei, and he can't learn all the tricks, so it is estimated that he will only have three moves and two styles." ”

Yang Zaixing, a very awesome and powerful general!

"Master, you, you are a master." Meng Jiucheng's eyes lit up, and his sycophants followed.

"Don't you dare to be called a master." Xuan Qing was modest on his lips, but his face showed a sense of arrogance, and he said, "Do you want to learn a gun?" ”

Meng Jiucheng's big head nodded like a chicken eating rice.

Xuanqing hesitated for a moment, but still smiled slightly with the mentality of trying it out, and said: "Then you are optimistic, I will teach you six, no, three marksmanship for the teacher first." ”

Cut, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn, six moves have become three moves.

Meng Jiucheng pouted secretly, but some of them can be learned, we still have time.

Xuanqing held a big gun in his hand, walked in the courtyard, inhaled inhale, and stood like an abyss.

Meng Jiucheng immediately realized that the master had changed, of course, not in appearance. A person who was originally lazy, like that spear, suddenly exuded a compelling momentum.

"Start and make a move...... Xuanqing didn't move quickly, focusing on Meng Jiucheng, explaining while doing, "Yihe first has a circle gun as the mother, and then there is a closed arrest; The inside door, the outside door, flash earn, the name of the Qin King grinding flag. ”

Meng Jiucheng's eyes didn't blink, he looked at it very seriously, holding the big gun in both hands, and followed the action.

"Erhe first has a gun, and then there is a gun, the yellow dragon occupies the pestle, the black dragon enters the hole, and the name is called Feng's nod."

"Sanhe first has to wear fingers, and then there are sleeves, the harrier fights the quail, and the ambulance is marksmanship on all sides, and the name is the white snake to make the wind."

Xuanqing slowly used three moves, demonstrated many times, and handed the gun to Meng Jiucheng, watching him practice, only pointing out the flaws of the movements from time to time. Meng Jiucheng practiced extremely seriously, and only stopped it after half an hour, and his clothes were already soaked through sweat.

"Well, I'm going to sleep for the teacher first." Although Xuan Qing felt that Meng Jiucheng couldn't see that he was dull and stupid in martial arts, he didn't dare to be too happy, maybe he could sleep, this apprentice forgot everything, and he was very relieved to remember a move and a half.

"The apprentice is also sleepy." Meng Jiucheng did not continue to practice hard as Xuanqing thought, but collected his gun and accompanied his master back to the room to rest.

Xuanqing felt that he had been practicing for a long time, and he didn't criticize his apprentice, so he went to the room to rest.

Meng Jiucheng returned to the hut, lay on the bed, and began to recall the moves taught by the master just now in his mind. This is just an attempt by him, and he doesn't know if it will work yet.

In the afternoon, it was like sleeping, but the scene of Mu Xiaowei playing with a gun was replayed in his mind like a video, and Meng Jiucheng remembered and practiced the moves he had only seen once. Now, he's going to try again and see if it's a benefit from the crossing?

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