In this era when drinking boiled water is a luxury, there is not much that Mojixuan can do.

Fortunately, when he came, he considered that there might be a game with Doctor Wang, and brought Penicillium with him when he went out.

To be honest, there is a lot of risk in using this thing before it is purified. Because you don't know if there's some smuggling stuff in it.

Mo Jian Xuan asked Meng Qing to constantly stimulate the patient's body with vitality, after all, there is no anesthetic, in case the other party does not resist and directly pulls the crotch, this pot of medical accidents, Mo Jian Xuan does not want to carry it.

After treating the wound, he smeared a handful of penicillium on it and began to stitch the patient's wound together with a bone needle.

The craftsmanship of the ink stitching is not good, but it is extremely serious.

After more than half an hour of hard work, the first operation in history was over.

Unlike in previous lives, after the operation, the monk's vitality can provide the patient with a strong ability to repair the body, which undoubtedly increases the patient's survival rate.

With the joint efforts of Mengqing and the four brothers, the patient quickly recovered some vitality. Although it is still uncertain whether the life or death of the patient is known, just by virtue of the hand of Ink Trace Xuan, which they have never seen or heard, they have already conquered everyone.

Whether or not he survives next, he can only pray that Penicillium has no smuggling in it.

Sui Zhong walked over quickly, holding the somewhat weak Ink Mark Xuan.

Now he is completely convinced, the previous serial rainbow fart, coupled with the unconscious healing technique just now. The combination of these two things made this rugged man deeply impressed.

They are all Honghuang monks, why do others speak so well and understand so much?

Doctor Wang did not speak, but frowned and went to the patient's bedside to check it out.

The crooked stitches on his chest were a bit eye-catching, but apart from them, Mo Zhenxuan's words and methods were an eye-opener for him, and he never even thought that he could use needles and threads to stitch the cracked wounds together.

Doctor Wang's conduct is naturally not bad, otherwise, his reputation would not be so great among the surrounding tribes.

By the evening, the patient's condition had finally stabilized. This made everyone in the courtyard breathe a sigh of relief.

is also the same, for these methods of Mojixuan, Doctor Wang can be regarded as completely convinced.

After bowing deeply to Mo Zhenxuan, Doctor Wang said: "The chief's methods are really only possessed by the gods, and I was old and rotten before, and I hope that the chief will forgive my sins." As he spoke, he bowed to the end and was humble.

Mo Xuan got up and helped him up, originally planning to try his luck here for this trip, so that the materials for gunpowder could be prepared in time.

However, after Dr. Wang's trouble, this trip has a greater harvest.

When a huge fire was lit in the wide yard, the people of the Suiren clan sang and danced.

Sui Zhong waved his hand even more, and the girls were still holding the big stick tonight. No, it didn't take long for the words to be spoken, and there was often a muffled noise in the crowd.

Mo Zhenxuan looked at this scene, and only felt that the current folk customs were really simple.

"Hey, Mengqing, what are you doing with such a big stick?"

Looking at Meng Qing's eyes looking at him, Mo Zhenxuan swallowed his saliva.

Mo Zhenxuan felt that it was a good thing to be knocked out and carried away by Meng Qing, but after being knocked unconscious, that feeling was ...... Is there one?

At a critical time, it was necessary to rely on the four Xiong brothers to take action to avoid the disaster of Mojixuan.

Looking at Mengqing with a stupid face, the four brothers asked inappropriately: "Boss, don't worry, we will protect you!"

"Hehe, I thank you!"

......

When they left the Suiren clan, the four brothers were already carrying things on their backs, and a large amount of goods buried them in them, like four strong oxen.

Originally, Ink Trace Xuan planned to invite Doctor Wang to go to his tribe to treat his people, but Doctor Wang refused, on the grounds that Ink Trace Xuan was highly skilled in medicine, and it was inconvenient for him to take people's lives. The words were very earnest, and Mo Jian Xuan had to give up.

However, the method of obtaining sulfur was handed over to Ink Mark Xuan without reservation, along with a basket of sulfur.

Back in the territory, Ink Marks began to prepare for the development of gunpowder.

Regarding the specific formula of gunpowder, he only knew a rough idea in his previous life, and it took a lot of effort to really match it well.

As for the fusion agent between the materials - egg whites. The people did not know how many pheasant and duck nests they had taken out to make him a hundred or ten.

Everything is in place, only the east wind is owed.

He was lucky enough to find the perfect ratio for the seventh experiment.

When a cluster of sparks ignited the gunpowder and burst into flames, his smile never diminished.

The search for saltpeter has also been raised, and the reserves of gunpowder are increasing.

After more than ten days, his realm was successfully promoted to the second level of qi refining, and his power was still only one-fifth of that of a normal cultivator.

After the first blow, he didn't have much to lose in this promotion.

The next day, he began to look for a replacement for the barrel of the iron tool.

It's actually not hard to find.

When the four Xiong brothers sacrificed the bone spear body and bone bullets that Ink Marks Xuan had finally grinded out with vitality, Ink Marks Xuan left satisfied.

He walked in style, but the four Xiong brothers looked like their bodies had been hollowed out, and everyone's eyes were frighteningly dark.

There is a big swear that his dark circles are caused by those ancient monsters who want to pay tribute to the boss at night, and he definitely did not participate in multi-person sports, please rest assured to make friends with him.

After finally assembling the foreign musket in his memory, Mo Jixuan couldn't wait to shoot it.

Syllable!

Ink Scar Xuan swore that the power of those primitive bows and arrows in the tribe was stronger than this.

After a few improvements, it still couldn't get to the state he wanted.

It's not that simple to invent!

After passing the practice, Mojixuan had to temporarily abandon the idea of continuing to improve the foreign musket.

In previous lives, the power of firearms came mostly from the kinetic energy generated by the excitation of bullets.

The problem is the excitation device of the bullet! And as far as he is concerned, there is still a long way to go.

However, he did not give up the idea of making inventions in the Xiuzhen world, but only changed his thinking and improved the existing bow and arrow first.

Just equip the arrows of the bow with the special gunpowder arrows, and then use the force of the arrows and the prey to complete the activation of the bullets, so as to deal more damage.

At this time, the famous words of the big head rang in his ears again.

The question is, how to accomplish the final excitation?

Now there is not even a piece of iron, let alone a thunder pump.

"Why don't you inject aura into the bullet and then write a small circle into it to complete the activation?"

"Yes! I'm a fucking genius!"