Relaxed times always pass quickly, and when the rising sun pushes open the door and walks outside, he sees Kane chopping wood with an axe as usual, like a tireless machine, chiseling the same piece of wood piece by piece, until it can no longer be broken. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Some of Sheld's research requires a lot of energy, and these flammable wooden strips are prepared for this, and sometimes the wooden cards will come to help, but most of the time Kane is silently cutting wood by himself.

Fan picked up a few pieces of wood casually, only to find that the proportions of these sticks were surprisingly similar, and he found a few more pieces, and the result was still the same.

"Your level doesn't seem to match your skills." Van threw the piece of wood back in his hand and spoke.

"Huh." Kane stopped what he was doing and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Speaking of skills, I don't think I can compare with you, to be honest, until now I can't believe that you are really not a reformer." ”

Van didn't take Kane's words, but instead said, "Why don't you go up the ranks?" Your skills are more than capable of higher levels. ”

"Hey, I thought so until I ran into you monster, and it made me feel like I needed to keep exercising."

"Why is there so much about skill?"

"I've always been committed to developing skills and control over my body, because I've seen too many people who are superstitious about rank lose miserably to opponents who are lower than me. That made me realize that sometimes too high a level can be a burden, and that excessive strength can hide flaws in your skills and make you unable to see a lot of things, and between life and death, these loopholes can often kill you. ”

"You're not afraid that your level will stay here?"

"Hey." Kane laughed suddenly, shook his head and said no more.

"Hmph, if you have time to take care of other people's affairs, you might as well take care of yourself! If this kid wants to improve his level, he can reach at least level seven in a month, so why worry about you? ”

Looking at Fan's questioning face, Shelde pursed his lips, "Do you know why?" He is the heir of a wealthy family! As the saying goes, it's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, what do you want? Then again, if you want to be like him, then listen to me, what do you want when the master is in a good mood? ”

Van glanced at the unashamed Sheld, "You can teach me what you promised me." ”

"Hmph." Shelder snorted angrily, "You think my skills are easy to learn, do you?" None of them did I have to do for more than a decade. ”

"Then teach me now, I'm in a hurry."

"You stinky boy!" Sheld's teeth itched, but there was nothing he could do.

Kane on the side couldn't help laughing, he never thought that a veritable master like Shelder would be so deflated.

"Follow me." Shelder shook his hand and entered the house.

An hour later, at the workbench in the back room, the old god Shelde was holding the Bible, "Boy, those just now are just the most basic smelting and manufacturing part of bomb making, which is the introduction of the introduction, but it is also a very important part, the engraving is only an auxiliary means after all, and the power of the bullet is still determined by its own material and explosives, but as long as these can be remembered, they can still be made after all, and then I will officially let you see the technology of being a teacher, which is not something that can be mastered by memory alone!" ”

As he spoke, Shelder flung a holster from the side, and Van reached out to catch it, only to realize that it was a holster, and the leather of the holster was covered with mottled patterns, apparently made of Siberian tiger skin.

"Put the wild elephant in it, don't stick it behind your waist all day long like a savage."

Van did not shirk it, hanging directly on his left waist, the toughness of the holster made of Siberian tiger skin is needless to say, and the whole holster is very ergonomic for shooting, whether it is to take the gun or put it in, it is very convenient, and the side is also covered with cartridges, and each area is separated, apparently to store different types of bullets separately.

Fan nodded slightly, the production of this kind of gun holster, only the manufacturer of the gun itself can be at ease, he originally wanted to make his own, but compared to what Shelde gave him, his idea was more like a child's clumsy toy.

Looking at Fan's face full of love, Shelde smiled proudly, "As long as you satisfy the teacher, how many of these things do you want?" ”

"I'm more interested in your technology than in the real thing." Van replied unappreciatively.

"From time to time! Do you think they're really studious? I'll show you what to see! As soon as Shelde closed his Bible, he puffed along the workbench in the aisle, took out a bullet and began the process of carving.

Of course, this bullet must have been specially made by him.

"Come here, get closer! Do you know what this engraving is for? Only in this way can the bullet withstand the least resistance during the flight. There is also this kind of engraving, when the bullet explodes, the bullet case will be torn apart and left in the wound, causing massive bleeding and incapacitating the opponent, and this ......"

With the movement of his fingers, Sheld's intricate inscriptions were carved onto the bullet, not limited to the warhead, but all over the bullet's body.

In fact, the practice of carving bullets was more like a joke in the old days, because the fluid design of the bullet itself was close to perfect, and any non-professional modification would make its performance not rise but fall, and the bullets in the old era were used as mass consumables, which made the engraving impractical.

In the context of the new era, the shortage of resources makes it impossible for bullets to be wasted aimlessly like the old era, and with the continuous "evolution" of human beings themselves, the original bullet mode is no longer applicable, and people are more able to accept high-power and low-consumption weapons.

But after all, this is a very niche art, and a true warrior will never waste time on such an art, and ordinary people will not be immersed in it even if it is difficult to make ends meet.

Engraving is an extremely difficult technique, because each engraving must go through thousands of experiments before it can be finalized, and in the process of engraving, the slightest difference may be lost, and the method of boldly covering the whole bullet with such a method as Sheld's can no longer be described by common sense.

Of course, there is also an element of personal showmanship.

Sheld's fingers flew, one after the other, and the bullets that looked like works of art were placed on the workbench one after another, and finally, he stopped a little tired.

Looking at Fan, whose expression was a little sluggish, Shelde stroked his beard quite smugly, "Stinky boy, now you know how powerful you are a teacher, right?" ”

This time Van did not object, but nodded silently, Sheld's carving skills are indeed extraordinary, but what shocked him even more was the number of engravings he mastered, he originally thought that the old guy would only "dummy bullets", but now it seems that he is a frog at the bottom of the well, and the effects of these bullets can even be superimposed to a certain extent, which makes him more eager to learn this skill.

"Teach me." So he couldn't wait to pick up a brand new carving knife.

"What's the hurry, you think it's easy? Hey, give you the simplest engraving, when you can finish carving it without any mistakes, when to talk to me about learning. Shelde casually slapped a thick picture book on the table, flipped through a few random pages, and then turned and walked away.

With a carving knife in hand, Van Duan sat on the edge of the workbench, and at his hand was the open atlas, the lines on the atlas were simply dazzling, if this was the simplest carving, then the difficulty of this skill was indeed terrifying.

"Follow the picture, do you think it's going to happen overnight? Tell you, this technique is the most important to control the strength, only people who can effectively control every inch of the body muscles, can complete a complete work, so this skill can never be achieved overnight without a long period of accumulation, even if your master and I have exhausted half of our lives to reach the current level......" Shelde stroked his beard quite complacently, looking at the serious back of Fan on the workbench, he muttered again.

"Stinky boy, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and it's time to dissipate your arrogance."

After a while, Shelde removed the Bible in his hand, and Shi Shiran walked towards Fan, "How is it?" Did you find it difficult? Have you started to worship as a teacher? Shelder smacked his lips in disguise.

"If you worship you, you will say anything, but as a teacher, you won't say anything, people, it's better to be real."

At this time, Fan's movements in his hands were about to end, and he didn't have the heart to deal with Sheld, seeing this, Shelde couldn't help but snort lightly.

"Stinky boy, it will take you so long for the simplest engraving, and I really doubt that you have any talent in this area, saying that, Shelder instinctively looked at the open atlas, but this glance made him stunned for a while.

On this page of the album that was opened, where is the simplest engraving, it is clearly a very difficult penetrating engraving! But he clearly remembered that he had opened not this page. At this time, a wisp of wind couldn't help but blow outside the window, and the breeze was about to turn over the pages with the book, but it was held down by Fan's big hand.

"It's done, you see." Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed out the "work" in his hand that exhausted his mental strength.

Shelder glanced at Fan strangely, and took it casually, of course he didn't believe that Fan could really complete it, after all, the difficulty of this engraving is indeed not small, but as soon as Fan got started, he could complete the work to the end, no matter how many mistakes he made in the process of carving, but his persistence had won his praise.

"Boy, the spirit is commendable, it's not bad, it's just that this skill of yours ......" Shelder casually played with the bullet in his hand, "This skill of yours ......"

In vain!

Sheld's eyes widened as big as brass bells, his beard shaking with heavy gasps, and all his attention was now focused on the bullet in his palm.

"Impossible! How is this possible! His heart continued to stir up infinite turbulent waves, even more shocking than when he discovered the perfect gene of Fan, which was a mutilated work lying in the palm of his hand, which was clearly extremely rigorous in handwork, and the perfect difficulty to find a trace of fault through the carving! (To be continued.) )