Hearing Su Mu mention his origin, the red-haired bird talked about him left and right, grinding and chirping unwilling to answer, and diverted the topic.

"Of course, there is a difference between demon beasts and spirit beasts, spirit beasts only absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate, but they don't eat human flesh and blood."

"And there are many demons who improve by devouring human flesh and sucking blood qi in order to pursue cultivation speed, and those are demon beasts."

"Master Bird, I'm a serious spirit animal."

The red-haired bird said proudly.

Demon beasts and spirit beasts both belong to the demon clan, the difference is that they don't eat people, and they have their own advantages and disadvantages.

Spirit beasts only rely on absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate, and the speed is relatively slow, but it will be relatively simple to promote to the third rank.

Demon beasts devour human flesh and blood, and even kill similar demon clans, so the strength is quite fast, but in the same way, when promoted to the third rank, the heavenly tribulation will also be extremely fierce.

There is a difference between the two, but in the eyes of the human race, they are all demons, and there is no difference.

It was the first time Su Mu had heard this statement, and at the same time, he also understood why the Confucian Sage would let the red-haired bird and the golden scale stay in the Demon King's Mansion.

If the two of them had also eaten people, I am afraid that they would have been killed by the Confucian Sage with one palm, and where would they survive.

As for the specific origin and identity of the red-haired bird, it was reluctant to say, and Su Mu did not continue to ask.

Anyway, he was just trying to figure out the origin of the Soul Condensing Grass.

Although the Soul Condensing Grass was precious, he couldn't use it now.

This thing is not very useful to people, but it is only useful to the big demon, but now he is not qualified to negotiate with the big demon, and he has no strength to make a deal at all.

It still has to find other ways to engage in spirit stone cultivation.

……

Zhuge Mansion.

The night was already very deep, but Zhuge Qingfeng still did not rest, and the lights in the study were bright.

On the desk in front of him, there were one weapon drawing after another, and he was frowning and pondering at them, making corrections with the pencil in his hand from time to time.

"Squeak-"

A slight sound of the door opening came, and Mrs. Zhuge walked into the study, with a bowl of hot lotus seed soup on the tray in her hand.

"Qingfeng, I specially boiled lotus seed soup for you, drink a little, clear your heart and reduce the fire."

She said as she picked up the lotus seed soup and handed it to Zhuge Qingfeng.

Zhuge Qingfeng nodded slightly, took the lotus seed soup, and looked at the drawings while drinking, refusing to stop for a moment.

Seeing him so serious, Mrs. Zhuge was a little curious, so she picked up a drawing and looked at it, and wondered: "Isn't this the design of the thunderstorm?" It's already been developed, so why do you need to modify it? ”

The drawings on the table were all kinds of modifications of the thunder, and there were more than twenty of them.

She didn't understand why this weapon had been successfully developed and had to be revised and studied.

"Thunder still has a lot of flaws."

Zhuge Qingfeng shook his head and sighed, picked up an original drawing of the thunderbolt, and pointed to a certain place to explain to his wife.

"Look here, if the original Thunderbolt's barrel is fired more than five times, it will overheat, damage the formation, and eventually cause the weapon to fail as a whole."

"But if you change to a material that is more resistant than red iron, it will more than double the cost."

"In addition, there are many problems, which were not found in the previous tests, although they are not very big, but if these small problems are not solved, the thunder will not be able to be mass-produced."

Zhuge Qingfeng's heart was quite clear.

Because if you want to manufacture weapons on a large scale, then quality, power, and cost are all indispensable, and you need to achieve a balance, not just do what you want.

And each weapon needs to go through hundreds of experiments before it can really be used on the battlefield.

You must know that on the battlefield, the slightest mistake in the weapon may cause countless soldiers to sacrifice their lives.

"The manufacturing cost of the Thunderbolt is not low, but what is even more terrifying is the spirit stones it consumes for each attack."

"So I need to try to extend the use time of the thunderbolt, reduce energy consumption and increase the power at the same time, so that I can save a lot of spirit stones."

Zhuge Qingfeng said his purpose.

I took the opportunity to raise the thunder at the National Day banquet before, in order to show results in front of everyone and make them all notice the extraordinary spirit stone weapon, but the thunder is actually only a half-finished product.

Of course, there is no problem with test firing, but as long as mass production is put into use, the defects will be exposed at once.

But Emperor Yan's order has been issued, and he has also received the will, so he must seize the time to correct the defects.

Now that the fame has been played, if the thunderbolt performs in actual combat, it will be a real shame.

Therefore, no matter what, the failure rate of thunder must be reduced to a minimum, and all problems must be eliminated.

When Mrs. Zhuge heard this, she couldn't help but ask: "Actually, it's not too late to completely develop the thunder and then expose it, why are you in such a hurry to take it out at the National Day banquet?" ”

She felt that the exposure of the thunderbolt was too hasty.

It's like catching ducks on the shelves.

Although the performance at the National Day banquet did attract a lot of attention, in fact it was only a half-finished product.

"How can I progress without putting a little pressure on myself?"

Zhuge Qingfeng's eyes showed an unprecedented blazing color, and he said in a deep voice: "On the spirit stone weapon, I see the future of my Momen. ”

"Maybe one day, we in Momen will also be able to develop weapons that can kill the top three rank powerhouses, and even saints, and give birth to a ...... I'm the ink saint of Momen! ”

"The road is bound to be bumpy, and I want to be this pioneer, so I need pressure to push me!"

Zhuge Qingfeng didn't understand the truth of forbearance and then became a blockbuster, but he didn't want to do that.

He just wants to force himself to break through through external pressure, and he is going farther and farther on the road of spirit stone weapons, he has not had this kind of blood for a long time.

"Then you don't have to think about it here by yourself, can't you call Bin'er and Yanran to help?"

"Don't forget, one of them came up with the concept of a spirit stone weapon, and the other created the first spirit stone weapon, which is much more talented than you, a Momen giant."

"Maybe they have some idea."

Mrs. Zhuge suggested, feeling that Zhuge Qingfeng was here alone to meditate and think hard, it was better to brainstorm.

But Zhuge Qingfeng still shook his head: "Yanran's ability is acceptable, but Bin'er is really not good, so he can't help much." ”

"I've been surprised to be able to come up with the concept of a spirit stone weapon this time, and I don't expect him to be of any help."

To put it simply, Zhuge Bin just can't.

Because the spirit stone weapon contains formations and tricks, it requires a lot of technical and theoretical knowledge, and even the Momen giant is struggling, let alone a half-hung man like Zhuge Bin?

After chatting so much, Zhuge Qingfeng felt a little bored, so he took his wife out of the study for a walk.

The two chatted all the way, and naturally talked about the return of Confucianism today.

"I heard Tao Xianzhi say that the Confucian saint did not come back from the body today, but manifested himself through a statue."

"His body is trapped somewhere in the demon clan, and this time he came back to get out of trouble with the jade seal...... I really don't know what kind of terrible place can trap him. ”

Zhuge Qingfeng's tone was full of emotion.

He really couldn't imagine that such a powerful figure as a Confucian saint would be trapped for so long and unable to get out.

As soon as Mrs. Zhuge wanted to speak, she saw not far away, the servants of the house were carrying Zhuge Bin passing by.

After Su Mu left the Appreciation Pavilion, Zhuge Bin and Tao An drank until late before they went home.

At this time, Zhuge Bin was full of alcohol and was unconscious, but he was still holding the bicycle drawings handed over to him by Su Mu in his arms, and refused to let go.

"This rebel! Go to the Flower Wine Land again! ”

Zhuge Qingfeng was annoyed when he saw this, and his hand subconsciously touched the seven wolves around his waist.

Mrs. Zhuge next to her persuaded: "Bin'er is also old now, so don't care about him being so strict." ”

"It's normal for them to go out to drink and have fun with friends at this age, and you should worry more about it if you don't go out of the house to do research all day long like Yanran."

"How will she marry like this?"

Zhuge Qingfeng felt quite a headache, his own children really broke his heart as an old father.

Just as he was about to wave his hand to let the servant pass, the drawing in Zhuge Bin's arms caught his eye.

"What is this?"

Zhuge Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, reached out and took the drawing from Zhuge Bin's arms, and then flipped through it casually.

Then his eyes were completely drawn to the content!

Zhuge Qingfeng grabbed this drawing with both hands and carefully flipped through it from beginning to end, his expression was unprecedentedly dignified, and he was even more shocked.

"What a delicate construction...... What kind of car is this? ”

The more Zhuge Qingfeng looked at it, the more he felt that the design of this strangely shaped car in the drawings was quite ingenious.

Despite its simplicity in principle and structure, the idea was very innovative, and many of the components were structured like he had never seen before.

After looking at it carefully for a long time, Zhuge Bin looked at Zhuge Bin who was still asleep in disbelief, and exclaimed in his heart: "Is this designed by this rebel?" ”

But as soon as this idea came to him, he immediately denied it, because the drawing work on the drawing, as well as the design method and concept, he had seen it for the first time!

This is by no means something that Zhuge Bin can design!

But if this drawing was not drawn by Zhuge Bin, then who drew it?

"Aomine, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Zhuge saw Zhuge Qingfeng looking at the drawings and was silent, so she stepped forward and asked.

"Nothing."

Zhuge Qingfeng came back to his senses, then shook his head and said, but he had already made up his mind in his heart, and he would ask Zhuge Bin tomorrow who designed this kind of car.

The other party is definitely a great talent!

Carefully putting away the drawing, Zhuge Qingfeng asked the servant to carry Zhuge Bin away, and then said goodbye to Mrs. Zhuge and returned to the study to continue his research.

He thought there was something interesting about the drawings.

……

Zhuge Bin slept until noon the next day.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to touch the drawings in his arms.

But he couldn't find it after rummaging through his body.

"It's bad, could it be that I drank too much last night and landed on the side of the Appreciation Pavilion?"

Zhuge Bin was startled, this was still a good situation, he was afraid that he would lose it on the way home.

Unable to wash up, Zhuge Bin left the residence directly, planning to go to the servant in the house first to ask if he had seen his drawings.

But he asked, and no one said he saw it.

This made Zhuge Bin more and more nervous, it was the drawing given to him by Su Mu, what should he do if he lost it like this?

"No matter, go directly to the Bige Pavilion to find it!"

Zhuge Bin was about to set off immediately, and he felt that it was very likely that he would fall in the Bibi Pavilion.

But as he passed through the garden of the house, he suddenly heard a crisp bell ringing, and he looked up, and his eyes widened suddenly, and his face was full of consternation.

I saw that in the garden, Zhuge Qingfeng was riding a two-wheeled bicycle, moving around, and his demeanor was not leisurely.

Noticing Zhuge Bin on the edge of the garden, Zhuge Qingfeng drifted on the brakes and stopped in front of him in a chic manner, smiling and smiling: "Yo, wake up so early?" ”