"Trust me, no problem." Qin Ling wrote on the ground.

Seeing that Qin Ling didn't seem to be joking, Wan'er also nodded suspiciously.

But Qin Ling soon made another difficulty.

He knew that in order to accomplish all this, it was not enough for the two weak women to please the soldiers with their juggling skills.

Now I don't have the ability to defend myself, so I have to find a way.

He looked around, and soon found a tough willow branch at the entrance of the village.

This willow branch is thin and symmetrical on both sides, and thick and strong in the middle, and is a good material for making slingshots.

Under the surprised gaze of the second daughter, Qin Ling first collected the remains of the people who had been killed in a family, and then entered his home and found a rusty but barely usable knife in the kitchen.

He's got to make himself a self-defense weapon!

But when the second daughter saw this, she was very puzzled.

"Sister Wan'er, Master, what is this?"

Su Wan'er shook her head.

She didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Qinling's gourd.

"Grandpa Monk is a good person, he should be preparing something."

After picking up the knife, Qin Ling began to peel and polish the willow branch, until there were no extra bumps and burrs, and then grooved the end of the branch.

But after doing everything, he fell into confusion again.

The prototype of the bow frame has been completed, but the two key steps of applying tung oil, making a leather bag and making a rubber band are still missing.

If you want to talk about ancient materials, it is really too scarce.

He searched from house to house for a long time, but he couldn't find the right materials.

Suddenly, Qin Ling found a family in the village with a large number of oil-paper umbrellas hanging at the door.

Obviously, this is the merchant who makes and sells umbrellas in the village.

Where there is an oil-paper umbrella, there is bound to be tung oil.

After rummaging in this house for a long time, Qinling not only discovered the existence of tung oil, but also accidentally found pigskin and cowhide bands, and even a small bow frame.

It's just that the material is not as good as the one in Qin Ling's hand.

It can be seen that this is made by the owner's family for his own child, but unfortunately before the day when the slingshot was made, it encountered a military rebellion, which is really embarrassing.

After installing the slingshot, Qin Ling found some projectiles and stones and put them in his pocket for easy access at any time.

"Grandpa monk, you have been doing it for so long a day, and you got such a little thing?"

Wan'er obviously didn't believe in the power of this slingshot, after all, compared to the bows used by other soldiers, it was too "mini".

Just as Qin Ling wanted to show this slingshot, he suddenly heard the faint cry of a woman in the village.

Qin Ling's face changed, and he beckoned to Wan'er, motioning for her to follow.

The three of them walked briskly, and soon found that they were two disheveled robbers who were plotting against a young woman.

And the latter is desperately resisting and vowing not to obey his fate.

Qin Ling stepped forward, folded his hands, bowed his head slightly, and blocked in front of the two robbers.

"Where did you come from, old bald donkey, are you impatient?"

One person was frightened by Qin Ling, and scolded loudly.

And the other robber was very angry, and without saying a word, he directly slashed towards Qinling with a knife.

Originally, this knife would have been dodged for him, but now Shouzhen's body is too old - even if his brain reacts, his body can't keep up with the movements.

Qin Ling couldn't dodge, and was directly slashed in the shoulder.

Suddenly, the blood flowed like an infusion, and the pain was unbearable.

However, Qin Ling endured the pain and still stood in front of the two of them, without flinching, just like when he protected Xianglian.

"This monk is stupid in chanting scriptures!"

The robber kicked Qin Ling to the ground, and Wan'er, who was about to pounce, slapped her twice, "Where is this ugly girl, get out!" ”

With that, the two of them laughed and threw themselves at the woman, and the screams of struggle were heard endlessly.

Qin Ling was attacked by this, and his murderous intent suddenly rose.

He tried to open his mouth, but he didn't make a sound.

When I think of it, I hate it.

Unexpectedly, seeing this kind of scene, it almost made Qin Ling break this closed-mouth meditation kung fu, and almost broke his heart of cultivating Buddhism.

"Let's hurry up, when we defect to the rebels, the little ladies in the city are not more than this kind of rural village women?"

Listening to the robber's vulgar words, Qin Ling slowly took out the slingshot.

He skillfully placed the projectile on his leather pocket, and put the old man with the cowhide band in an aiming posture.

A projectile flew out in an instant and hit the opponent's backbone.

When the robber saw that Qin Ling actually dared to resist, he immediately became murderous, and rushed towards Qin Ling with a knife.

However, he was greeted by projectiles.

Qin Ling is like having a pair of eyes that can accurately predict, and each projectile hits the opponent's joints and acupuncture points accurately.

"Dead bald donkey, are you tired of living?"

The robbers rushed again.

However. Qin Ling only took a step back slightly, widening the distance between him and the robbers, so as to prevent the other party from being angry and killing them on the spot.

He immediately pulled out the slingshot, and several more of them hit the robber on the wrist accurately!

When—

The pain-stricken robber threw his knife on the ground with a crisp metallic clang.

Qin Ling continued to shoot at the two robbers, wailing the two of them, their cheeks swollen like a pig's head, and they kept rolling on the ground covering their eyes.

Wan'er and Xianglian were completely shocked at this moment.

They never dreamed that the monk grandfather, who looked at the kind eyebrows and kind eyes, was actually a master of every shot.

And judging by the sophistication of his methods, even more so than those hunters.

"Run, run!"

"Dead bald donkey, you remember for me, we are not done with this matter!"

Seeing that they couldn't take advantage of it, the two robbers ran away, and one of them didn't even have time to lift his pants.

After the two left, Wan'er hurriedly stepped forward and bandaged his wound with a cloth.

As for the woman, she obviously didn't have the same good luck as Xianglian, not to mention her disheveled clothes, and there were faint mottled blood stains on the ground......

"Thank you, Master, for saving your life."

The woman stepped forward, her face still stained with tears, and kowtowed to him a few times.

Qin Ling just wanted to wave his hand and signal that this matter should be stopped.

Unexpectedly, after being grateful, the woman went straight to the earthen wall.

Bang –

Suddenly, blood splattered.

Xianglian next to her was splashed with blood, and she was so frightened that she lost her face, covered her mouth and sat back.

For women in ancient times, the loss of virginity was worse than the loss of life.

So in this case, the woman chose to die.

Qin Ling sighed helplessly, and had to shake his head and smile bitterly.

In troubled times, the lives of the people are like mustard, and only those who hold swords in their hands are the truth.

I'm afraid that I can't change this situation by myself.

In this case, what exactly would Shouzhen think?

What will he do?

Perhaps, you are infinitely closer to the right answer.

It's just that......

Qin Ling still had no clue about the final conditions for this task.