It's no surprise that you'll see a goblin in the Atlas!

But it is a little surprising to see a Beijing film that can speak Mandarin and speak authentically!

Ling Yifeng, who suddenly remembered this question, almost didn't choke to death!

Because the answer is in a red book held aloft in Shiram's hand.

According to Hillam's words, since the birth of Jerry, the king of Heian, a Chinese language craze has arisen throughout the continent. It is said that when King Heian ascended, he left behind a treasure map, which was hidden in his daily notes. And this note is recorded in a kind of script that others can't understand! This is the Chinese language in Ling Yifeng's mouth!

Legend has it that whoever can find the treasure of King Heian and crack this secret will be able to fully inherit what King Heian has learned in his life and his endless wealth!

Under such temptation, it is normal for everyone in the Constance Continent to speak a few words of Chinese!

For this reason, Ling Yifeng let out a heartfelt sigh from his heart.

Thank you to those ancestors who have made great contributions to the great cause of crossing!

At least, they succeeded in solving the language barrier, didn't they?

.........

And Ling Yifeng, which should be called Yifeng at this time, Ling (Evon.lin) finally couldn't grind Shiram's soft grinding and hard bubbles, and agreed to take him as an apprentice.

Because this lewd guy climbed onto Yifeng's cot more than once in the middle of the night, blinking his pitiful big eyes.

Yifeng had to admit that it was amazing that a beautiful woman touched her bed in the middle of the night.

But a goblin of a cold green man touched it, and that taste was really not enough for outsiders to understand.

For this, Yifeng roared.

"Bastard, fuck me off!"

Then, this lewd guy rolled on the bed gorgeously, and his round belly ran over Yifeng's body.

In an instant, Yifeng burst into tears.

"I'm afraid of you, can't I accept you?"

......

It was a great honor for him to be accepted as a disciple by an alchemy master, and in his opinion, this guy called the "excavator" driven by Master Yifeng Lin was really the perfect work of alchemy, or it was not an exaggeration to call it an "artifact". It is simply unreasonable for a person who can make such an artifact not to be called a "master", or to be called a "divine craftsman" or a "saint".

So, as soon as the next day dawned, Yifeng was woken up by a pair of big green eyes. These green eyes were full of bloodshot and even a little red, and it looked like they must have been a sleepless night of excitement. The owner of the eyes was leaning on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a veined and affectionate gaze.

A big man, or a goblin, looks at you like this.

Can you not chill?

Yifeng shivered all over, goosebumps rose all over, and he felt sleepy.

But Hillam excitedly pulled up the wind and invited him to look at his masterpiece.

Goblins are arguably the race that are best at making and inventing. Hillam's so-called masterpiece is all bizarre stuff.

Let's take an analogy. In his studio, Yifeng saw a comb, but it was definitely not a simple comb. When Yifeng wanted to pick it up and comb his hair, Hilam snatched it with his hand and roared.

"No! it's an electrified comb!"

He triumphantly showed Yifeng what the comb was for. I saw that he carefully took a porcupine thorn, gently touched the comb teeth, crackled with a burst of electric light, and the long thorn emitted a burst of black smoke, leaving a black charcoal.

"This is the magic of an intermediate magician! Master, do you think about what will happen if someone accidentally combs their hair with this comb?"

After a chill, Yifeng looked at Hilam with a curious and surprised look.

"By the way, you don't need a comb with a bare head, how did you come up with that?"

Shiram's big hopeful eyes began to dim and he laughed at himself.

"That's what Master said, I knew there was something wrong with this invention. Who would be stupid enough to use someone else's comb?"

Although Yifeng didn't sleep very well after tossing in the middle of the night, and was quite interested in Hillam's invention, the enthusiasm of a scientific researcher cannot be dampened!

With this in mind, Yifeng comforted Hillam so much.

"You're wrong! Every invention has a purpose. You didn't find it, you just didn't find the right way!"

Yifeng also gave such an example.

"In our East. There was once an attempt to sell combs to a group of monks. ”

For this exam question, Yifeng hated it deeply.

"Monk, what is this?"

Shiram raised his paws.

"Let's put it this way. One of the monks, bare-headed, hairless, with a few ring scars on it!"

Yifeng gestured at Hilam's head for a moment.

"It's an dervishe!"

It dawned on Shiram.

Yifeng continued.

"So to speak. Monks don't need combs. But if this person succeeds, there are still several different methods, guess how they do it. One of them was like this, and he said to the host, "You don't need it, but you should always prepare some for the pilgrims who come to stay overnight, right? You can even give it back as a gift to the pilgrims who come to worship the Buddha!"

Although he didn't understand what Yifeng was talking about, it didn't prevent Shiram from looking at him with a look of adoration.

It's so profound, so profound!

A master is a master!

"Excuse me, what is this profound knowledge called?"

Yifeng didn't think about it, he opened his mouth and came.

"The Salesman's Self-Cultivation!"

Yifeng even guided in a step-by-step tone.

"What kind of truth does this incident illustrate?"

Shiram excitedly patted Guangguang's forehead.

"Master, disciple understands, sell the comb to the church tomorrow!"

"Wrong!"

Yifeng rolled his eyes with difficulty, and said in a tone that hated iron but not steel.

"Why don't you consider selling it to those famous ladies and letting them perm their hair, it must be very popular!"

"Master, you are so powerful!"

Shiram was about to throw himself on the ground.

Inspired by this, he took Yifeng to see his latest works.

At this time, Yifeng couldn't express his calmness.

What appeared in front of him was a shiny new barrel, a cylindrical wheel, and a peachwood handle at the back.

"This, this is the revolver?!"

For this, Yifeng, who has fought CF, is naturally very familiar with this classic firearm.

Could it be that in this world, even hot weapons like revolvers have appeared?

"Yes! This is not a simple musket. It's an epoch-making weapon!"

In an almost fanatical tone, Shiram was full of praise for his invention.

The revolver can indeed be counted as an epoch-making weapon!

Yifeng nodded approvingly.

But then his eyes lit up, and his mouth began to open.

Because of Shiram's next words.

"If you think of it as an ordinary musket, you're wrong!

Hilam expertly pulled the wheel open, spun it around, snapped, flung it back, and pulled the hammer away.

"It's not fired by gunpowder, in fact, as long as you input mana~~"

Hillam aimed at a wall about a hundred yards away and pulled the trigger!

A blue light flashed, and a large black hole appeared in the opposite wall!

"Master, please comment!"

After firing, Hillam triumphantly made a cowboy chic motion, blew the muzzle of the gun, turned the barrel a few times, and inserted it into the holster on his waist.

"O Shiram, Shiram!"

Yifeng patted him sympathetically on the shoulder and sighed.

"How can I say hello! This weapon is indeed powerful! But there is a question, have you thought about it? Since you are a magician, he can perform instant magic himself, is it necessary to use your weapon?"

Shilam's expression froze instantly, and he scratched his brains almost frantically.

"I knew it, I knew it. Something must be wrong!"

"However, your invention is not without merit. Just a little improvement......."

Spit out the spit, Yifeng still admires his dedication as a disciple.

"Have you ever thought about what you would do if you didn't know magic? Have you ever considered that loading the entire revolver with ammunition is the kind that can use magicians to fill the magic?"

Shiram's eyes began to sparkle all of a sudden.

"The master is indeed the master!"

He rushed to the workbench, and after a clink, an identical revolver slipped into Yifeng's hand. Shiram pointed to the crystal-clear bullets in the magazine and said excitedly.

"Look, Master. This is a magic crystal that can store the magic power of a magician. There is a small magic circle on this hammer, and as soon as the hammer touches the crystal, the magic array will be activated!"

This time it was Yifeng's turn to be shocked.

He pulled the trigger again and again, and fired at the wall, and a black hole like a plum blossom appeared on the wall, and the slightest trace of green smoke was emitting from the wall.

Yifeng was satisfied and hid the revolver in his sleeve and nodded approvingly.

"Teachable! Great! Anyway, how did you come up with the idea of making one?"

"You see, his notes have drawn such a pattern in detail, and he claims that this is the future development direction of the musket!"

Hilam looked as he should, and spread out the notes of the King of Peace.

It's this King of Peace again!

This simply doesn't leave us those who come after us a little way to live!

Thankfully, you hung up early!

Yifeng slandered a lot in his heart, but his face was silent.

"You've collected this first work as a teacher!

Hilemle, who had been affirmed by Yifeng, couldn't find the north, and he didn't know that he had been hacked by his master invisibly, and he danced and beat on the workbench again.

Yifeng looked at Hilam's busy back and felt a little comforted for the first time.

It seems that this disciple of his own is not useless!

But soon, Yifeng began to lift the table, pointing to a bowl of green and slimy things on the table, and sprayed Shiram's face.

"Is this stuff eaten by people? Brother, I'd rather eat instant noodles than eat pig food like this!"

"Instant noodles?"

Shiram smashed his mouth, and the admiration in his eyes became stronger.

"Master is really a nobleman from the East! I've even eaten such tall instant noodles!"

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(PS: This book is sufficient, updated every day about 3000, if it is not enough 2500, it will be double-changed, one is more than noon, two bigger and more at night, please rest assured to collect)