Ma Qing's craftsmanship was not ambiguous, and he worked hard for two days and made the weapon as he wished. The small crossbow is more than two feet long, and the crossbow wings on both sides are also more than one foot, which is delicate and small. Ma Qing unloaded a bunch of parts and threw them in front of Li Wei, Ma Qing said: Look carefully. Then this and that, and that group, assembled into a crossbow in three or two minutes.

Xiao Wei didn't blink his eyes, reluctantly wrote it down, pointed to the pile and said: Are all the weapons you make like this?

How?

Fragmented.

Ma Qing half-squinted at Xiao Wei and said: What you are carrying is a weapon, and the one hanging on the wall is called an ornament. He dismantled the crossbow again as he spoke, Xiao Wei didn't ink, and put the crossbow together again, and the speed was not inferior to Ma Qing. Ma Qing called, eh, yes. You're a clever man.

The water is still in my eyes for as long as I want to.

Hahaha, stinky boy, I gasped after two words of praise. Let's see if my fist is also static. Ma Qing said that he was in the end, but he did not doubt him, but was full of envy, wanting to see this ability to look at the qi, and said, come, go to the city gate to have a look.

The two laughed and went up the city wall.

The city wall is an important border defense area, and ordinary people can't go up casually. But Bai Fengchang took Xiao Wei in and out a few times, and the sword-wielding armor on both sides were also familiar with Li Wei's little doll, so he was allowed to get on it. Ma Qing is an important minister under the superintendent, so there is no obstacle to natural entry and exit.

The two of them went all the way, Li Wei still saluted, but Ma Qing ignored it and went on the stage without squinting.

Li Wei looked at Ma Qing's face in his eyes, and was slightly resentful. He snorted on the wall, and asked about it, Ma Qingman didn't care about the answer, you see those armor soldiers, don't take long soldiers, don't do salutes, they hold five-foot swords, and they do chest salutes. Li Wei thought about it, it was indeed the case. Ma Qing went on to say that they are the boundless Beidi, not my race.

Do you have to be so clear about this?

If the affairs of the world are not separated, there will be people who will calculate those things that they do not understand, and with the master, this land, and this person, they can make a door. So you see, even if I die against the demon, survive and die, and my life hangs by a thread, it is not a seven-year period, and I will hold a "bull's ear meeting" to divide who is the co-master of the world.

Ma Qing talked about this bull's ear meeting, and couldn't help sighing, and said: Counting a hundred years ahead, it was all Daocheng Xiqin and the borderless Beidi sitting in the village, and my Mocheng disciples could only be under the people and be a pawn. We have been on the front line for many years, and the dead and wounded are all our brothers and sisters, but these outsiders have retreated to the northwest to enjoy peace. Daocheng inherits the thousand-year-old Taoist system, what is this Beidi, the Snow Mountain clan, even if there is a martial saint, it is worthy of boasting that it is higher than us, and I have come to Qingjiang for so many years, and I don't even want to learn a salute. Seeing that my Mocheng red-clothed knife has sharpened its knife, there will always be a time for this group of guys who don't know what to do.

The more Ma Qing spoke, the more he gritted his teeth, and the more incoherent his wording became. But even so, he tried his best to avoid the martial saint of two hundred years ago - the legendary Qiao Limu who slashed the dragon with a single sword. Fortunately, there was no one around, so let him talk about Ma Qing's nonsense at will. Xiao Wei didn't bother to pay attention to it, and looked at it from afar, reviewing the hope of the past few days. The wind was high and the wind was blowing, Xiao Wei was blown and narrowed his eyes, the sky was high and the river was low, the bank was blue and the water was blue, and all the scenery was shrunk into a line. His eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the scenery around him slowed down. The flying eagle galloping a hundred feet away also seemed to be still in front of him, and even the eyes under the clouds could be seen clearly.

The eagle's pupils reflected the entire Qingjiang City, the gray and yellow city wall cutting the earth, the green grassland outside, and all kinds of black tiles and red bricks piled up inside. In a split second, he saw the city in its entirety for the first time, and he could even distinguish the pedestrians in the detailed streets. Xiao Wei was greedy for fun, and began to look for his own hut in the scattered buildings.

Although the hope is magical, Xiao Wei's time to learn is still shallow, even if the talent is high, there is no god enough to stop the time and slowly look for it. Before he could find his hut, the eagle had slowly disappeared from sight.

If it is the realm of Mr., maybe all kinds of life, laughter and scolding can be summed up in a small pupil, which is quite a bit of "Sumeru hidden in mustard seeds" Zen.

Xiao Wei pointed to the eagle, turned his head and asked Ma Qing what kind of breed this is, such a divine horse.

Ma Qing was still talking nonsense to himself, although he heard the question, he still spat according to inertia. Xiao Yui once again felt his weakness. Even though Ma Qing's saliva in his eyes has been decomposed into bits and pieces of water droplets, and even has the illusion of "screen skipping", he still has no ability to mobilize his body to dodge in time. The fastest secret weapon in mind is no faster than the spitting star.

Xiao Wei wiped his face in disgust, pulled Ma Qing's belt to interrupt his nonsense, and put on the appearance of a senior uncle, saying: Eagle Eagle Ma Qing glanced up and saw a colored shadow passing by, but he didn't see the specific appearance.

What kind of eagle?

The pure white one, with a pinch of ink-like black feathers under each wing.

Didn't see it. But we don't have many white eagles on our side. Those small clans in the snow mountains are very interested in eagles, and they have boiled eagles for generations, maybe they put them. But I didn't hear that those shrimp soldiers and crab generals also brought such precious eagles to our Qingjiang. Forget it, don't bother with the eagle, let you come today, there is a big event.

What's the matter?

Ma Qing took out a thick brown brown paper from his waist. Sometimes I really feel that Ma Qing's waist is also a strange thing in the world, how did he hide so many things. There is nothing but living people and shit that cannot be pulled out of there.

He slowly opened the brown paper, revealing a topographical map of the vicinity of the Qingjiang River, with the mountains and rivers in great detail.

Come, you can show me how the Qi of the Five Elements is arranged in this vicinity, the more detailed the better. I'm of great use.

Xiao Wei glared and pointed out one by one.

Draw me another picture.

Why can't you draw on this.

This one I stole from the barracks, and if it was damaged a little, the head would fall to the ground immediately.

Xiao Wei's face was embarrassed, but he could only nod and agree: Then I will only draw the north shape today?

Ma Qing was anxious and said: Don't delay. Later, I will go to the east, south and west towers.

Xiao Wei muttered: Hmph, I didn't see you in such a hurry when I was making a crossbow.