October 1, 2505. Fourth Field, Heavy Karma, Beta-4 C27· F591, Antigar (vassal) planet.

Last night, the two old men came and went back. An Baixue and Xia Yanran only saw two old guys, and they seemed to have sent a box over. Inside the box are a variety of old-fashioned firearms.

Long Qi never explained, and dragged the big box into the room alone. An Baixue, Xia Yanran didn't know what the situation was, so she simply ignored it. After the two returned to the room, they practiced yoga again, and then went to bed early.

The next day, when the early morning sun shines through the window, it shines on An Baixue's eyes. An Baixue woke up and stretched. Pushing Xia Yanran, who was still asleep, Xia Yanran rubbed her eyes and followed An Baixue up.

Xia Yanran's ankle seemed to be much better, and the redness and swelling had subsided. Xia Yanran raised her slender legs like jade and compared her left and right ankles, and she couldn't see much difference. Immediately, I remembered Long Qicong's shyness in my mind, and I didn't feel like smiling.

After the two of them washed, they walked out of the room and passed by Long Qi from the room. Finding that there seemed to be a light inside, he couldn't help but push open the door in confusion. On the desk, Long Qicong was sleeping on the table. On the table, there is a box of bullets. In the middle, there are more than a dozen bullets on their own.

The lights haven't been turned off yet, and Long Qixian hasn't woken up yet.

An Baixue gently pushed him awake, and Long Qi woke up from a daze, and subconsciously rubbed his eyes with his hands. An Baixue hurriedly stopped Long Qicong and pulled his hand, which was dirty and smelled of metal. So he pulled him and went to wash his hands first.

Xia Yanran was attracted by the bullets standing on the table. Unlike those lined up in boxes, these bullets standing on the outside indicate that they are etched with various patterns. On the paper pressed under the bullet, she had seen a ring-like pattern before.

Each one has several sheets, each with numbers, markers, and annotations.

In the trash can on the side, there were nearly half a barrel of bullets. Yes, there are also things engraved with them. Long Qicong had already washed his hands with the help of An Baixue, and washed up by the way.

Long Qicong came out and saw Xia Yanran staring intently at the bullets on the table. Unconsciously smiled, but thought of the half-barrel of bullets he had discarded, and changed to a dissatisfied expression.

It took one night to get fourteen. The yield rate is too low.

There are many reasons, Long Qicong himself has no spiritual power, and the spiritual power that depends on the environment is unstable. The second is that the material of the bullet itself is too poor to be suitable for spiritual power etching. The third is that manual manufacturing itself relies on experience and technology, and quality control is difficult to guarantee.

"Let's go, let's go to a remote place today. Try your hand at firearms by the way. ”

The three of them changed their equipment, and Xia Yanran wore flat-soled shoes today. She glanced at An Baixue's special high heels. I couldn't help but feel a little envious, thinking that I would also get a pair.

Early in the morning, Santiago Academy didn't seem to wake up yet. I can only see a few teenagers and girls sporadically on the stone platform in the forest, meditating cross-legged. It's supposed to be cultivating, right? Like An Baixue and Xia Yanran, there is no one who exercises in the morning.

Today, the three of them did not run in circles, but headed deep into the dense forest. Looking for a relatively open place, the three stopped. Long Qi took out the bullets and pistols, began to load, and said to the two.

"The tree in front of you, you are in the same place, each using his own means to attack."

The two nodded when they heard this, and An Baixue acted first. I saw that her eyes were abrupt, the momentum around her suddenly changed, the spiritual power gathered, and a dazzling purple light burst out from her fingertips, shooting straight on the trunk of the tree. The trunk of the tree was pierced, and the trees behind it were also destroyed.

Xia Yanran, looking at the hollow tree trunk that had been penetrated, had an idea in her heart. The palm of his hand was thrown from top to bottom, and the spiritual power wrapped in the disturbed air, forming a wind blade, cutting off the big tree. Seeing such an attack effect, Xia Yanran cast a look at An Baixue.

Long Qicong nodded, both of them had very aggressive attacks, and each had its own style. Stand between the two and let them pay attention. Adjusting his state slightly, Long Qi raised his arms horizontally and held the pistol in the center of his body. The arms are in an isosceles triangle, which holds the pistol.

Long Qicong hoped that the recoil would not be too large, and at the same time, he also hoped that the bullets would not cause any problems after doing it all night. Raise the gun, aim, pull the trigger.

A gun rang out, and bullets came out of the chamber. The moment it hit the trunk of the tree, it suddenly exploded, and the flames splashed with sawdust. The tree collapsed with a bang.

"This! This is? ”

"Imprint the Flame Burst on the bullet and set the trigger conditions. I can only engrave this level of technique on these bullets, and that's probably the effect. ”

It was the result of one night, and everything was prepared in advance. When I use it today, I don't need to improvise the writing technique and infuse it with spiritual power. The disadvantage is that the material of the bullet is not suitable, and even if it is a dozen or so ready, it will deteriorate rapidly in the next month or two. That is, the shelf life is too short, and Long Qicong has tried his best to do so.

The recoil of the pistol was a little smaller than expected, and Long Qi never suffered anything in this regard.

"Engraving is a technique that can be used to mark all kinds of things, not just bullets. Similarly, there are additional procedures, which are more of a method than a category of techniques. ”

The two thought for a while, and then Xia Yanran asked, "But isn't this a dependence on external forces?" ”

"If you put spiritual power into your body, is it internal power?"

Long Qicong said slyly, of course, the engraving technique is an external force. But what is not an external force other than fangs and claws? But human beings are born without sharp teeth and claws, clairvoyance, and ears, and they are not very fast, nor are they very strong.

"My grandfather said that human beings are weak, and if you want to be strong, you must first accept that you are a weak person, and use the way of the weak to defeat the strong."

"Why did your grandfather say so much, I thought it would be too late to finish. You can't make it up yourself and say it's your grandfather's words, right? ”

Xia Yanran couldn't help but guess and said jokingly.

Long Qicong smiled embarrassedly, didn't speak, lowered his head, and looked away.

"No, you're right?"

"It doesn't matter, let's go, let's go, let's go back." Long Qicong, who was seen through, quickly ran away and seemed to escape. In fact, except for the sentence "Human beings are weak", which was indeed said by grandfather Long Yuantian, the others were added by himself.

Seeing this scene, An Baixue and Xia Yanran glanced at each other and shook their heads helplessly. The two men followed, and ran back. The engraving technique is just a demonstration, and if An Baixue and Xia Yanran want to learn this, they must first master the principles of modern theology.

It's going to be a long learning curve, boring and tedious. It's far less thrilling than cultivation, breaking through mountains, entering forests, and experiencing one adventure after another.

The horror of the difficulties of modern theology lies in itself, in the loneliness of the learning process. For a long time to come, An Baixue and Xia Yanran had to endure this loneliness.

The classes at San Diego Academy are all concentrated in the morning, and An Baixue and Xia Yanran insist on taking cultural classes, and the cultivation classes depend on their mood. No matter what group activities are organized by the school or class, the two of them do not fail to participate. Long Qicong also stopped going to the classroom from this day on, and studied the notes left by his grandfather in the dormitory.

Little by little, time passed. The temperature is getting colder and colder. Zhongzhou is rich in geothermal energy, and the surface temperature is slightly higher than that of the surrounding areas. However, the early morning chill still did not allow the two girls to continue wearing skirts. Wear slightly thicker clothes and continue your morning workout.

In winter, it is no longer possible to see cross-legged cultivators on the stone platform in the forest. An Baixue and Xia Yanran also gradually adapted to the logic of modern theology and mastered the technique of containing spiritual power throughout their bodies. With simple techniques, Xia Yanran gradually learned a little, and her progress seemed to be much slower than An Baixue's.

Gradually, the low-key trio gradually faded into oblivion. To attract the attention of classmates, it is often those who are strong on the list. It's just that as far as the eye can see, this list is almost all Jin Dan cultivation. It seems that they have been suppressed by the broken spiritual veins.