As soon as he asked, Wang San subconsciously thought of the pit, the white bones piled up in the pit, and the flashing green light. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

My heart moved, and I thought: "The green mangs that appear in the pit should be white phosphorus, and the ignition point is very low." ”

If you can build a long knife, a space is carved out of the blade, and white phosphorus and water are put into it on weekdays, and the water is released at critical moments...... Swing the knife continuously and ignite the white phosphorus by relying on the heat of the blade, which can make the blade catch fire......"

The more Wang San thought about it, the more excited he became, so that it could create the illusion of Dacheng's wood-burning knife technique, and at a critical time, it might be able to have a miraculous effect.

However, a little bit made Wang San embarrassed, where to find this white phosphorus? Could it be that he went to the cemetery? Wang San didn't have the courage. The chemistry teacher used to say that white phosphorus could be generated from ashes, but Wang San couldn't remember it.

Besides, this kind of long knife, can the people of this world build it? Even if it can be made, I'm afraid the price is not low.

Thinking like this, Wang San's excited heart dimmed again, so he had to put this thought aside for the time being.

Seeing that Wang San's face was constantly changing, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he called: "Little three, little three......"

"Huh?" Wang San came to his senses, remembered Qing Yishi's previous question, and said, "That's right, I went up the back mountain!"

"You...... You're really stealing ......" all slurred, which shows how surprised he was.

"Hmph, it's angry to mention this, this time I went to the back mountain, I didn't even see the fence, but I was covered in wounds, you see......" As he spoke, Wang San rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms, which had wounds of different sizes, but they were all scarred.

"Uh......" Jun Yiseki blinked and said, "So you didn't steal it?"

"Nonsense! If I stole it, would I still be sitting here? I would have already lit a fire and started to roast it!" Wang San was also angry, and said what he thought in his heart, but after saying this, he immediately noticed that something was wrong, and everyone on the side was looking at him with wide eyes.

"Monks can't eat meat!" said all of them seriously.

"All of you, you're wrong, although we are monks now, sooner or later we will return to vulgarity, don't we have to eat it the same way if we are still vulgar?

Hearing this, all of them frowned, their faces were suspicious, and they muttered: "You have a lot of truth in it, but ......"

When Wang Sanyi heard that there was a play, he hurriedly interrupted Qingyi's words and said, "It's nothing good, don't you see that I didn't steal it!"

"That's right. Qing Yise nodded slightly, and said, "Little San, are you still practicing tonight?"

Wang San shook his head, not only did he not eat the meat, but he was injured, where did he still have the heart to cultivate, and immediately said: "No, you go back and rest, and step up the cultivation of the double sword, it's a pity that you don't want to learn the King Kong does not damage the body divine skill, otherwise it won't take long to get through the eighteen bronze people." ”

As soon as he heard that the eighteen bronze people had been opened, they were all quite moved, and they almost agreed, took a deep breath, and said, "Little San, I'm leaving." As he spoke, he reached out and opened the wooden door.

As soon as the door opened, a fist-sized black shadow on the ground rushed into the room, the speed was very amazing, Wang San witnessed this change, screamed strangely, and immediately stepped on the dragonfly to point the water lifting technique, casually manipulated a wooden bar in the house, and knocked towards the black shadow.

Boom!

The wooden strip fell on the black shadow accurately, and Wang San fixed his eyes to see that it was a mouse! A heart immediately became excited, and he sighed in his heart: "God was finally moved by my piety, and specially sent a mouse at the last moment of the winter solstice!"

All turned his head and looked at the rat on the ground, the scene was terrible, the rat's head was knocked off, and a little blood stained continued to overflow, encroaching on the soil.

"Little San, this ......"

"Amitabha, it's too cold outside, and the rat donor can't stand the cold and waits for an opportunity to rush into the house, what is the difference between this and a robber. Dying under my stick today is also a relief, but my Buddha has mercy on the people, so let me recite the Sutra of Transcendence a few times, hoping that it will be a good mouse in the next life!"

Wang Sanyi looked tight, looking at all of them stunned.

"All of you, go back and rest! I can do it alone!" Wang San said again.

With an "oh" sound, he quit the wooden house inexplicably, and he couldn't understand why Wang San wanted to eat meat for a while, and then he was so merciful to a mouse......

After leaving the wooden house, Wang San immediately put away his posture, and couldn't wait to squat down and look at the mouse on the ground.

"Brother Rat, Brother Rat, there are so many monks in Wulong Temple, they are all vegetarians, and you just came to me, which shows that we are very fateful. ”

After speaking, Wang San stood up and pulled out a kitchen knife in the room. Practicing knife skills on weekdays, Wang San prepared a kitchen knife and a firewood knife in the house, these two knives are the best two in the hall.

Wang San took a kitchen knife and a hat, went outside to find a waterhole, peeled off the rat, cut open the abdomen, cleaned it, and after cleaning, put the rat on a branch.

Looking at the rats on the branches, Wang San nodded with satisfaction, and then came to the room, there are not too many condiments in the room, and the only thing that can be used is salt, but it is good to have salt, Wang San took some salt, and then returned to his wooden house.

The wooden house is relatively spacious, Wang San vacated a vacant land, lit a fire, and put the mice on the fire to roast, in fact, Wang San has never roasted meat at all, everything he did just now is just doing it with feeling, and he doesn't know if it is delicious to copy out.

In the process of roasting rat meat, Wang San was extremely serious, after all, there was only so much rat meat, if it was not careful, it would probably be scorched, and then the gains would outweigh the losses.

Time passed little by little, and I don't know how long it had passed, a faint smell of meat appeared, Wang San swallowed a mouthful of saliva, took the rat meat in and looked at it, and said, "It looks like there is still some heat left." ”

This was repeated several times, and Wang San didn't know if the rat meat was cooked or not.

"No matter, let's eat it!" Wang San wanted to take a bite of the rat meat, but forgot that the rat meat had just been taken off the fire, and immediately screamed: "It's so hot!"

Wang San put the rat meat out of the window and waited quietly, this feeling that can only be seen from a distance and cannot be bitten, is very unpleasant, fortunately, the weather outside is cold, and after a while, the rat meat is cold.

Wang San added a lip and took a big gulp directly, and the fist-sized rat meat was eaten by Wang San in a few bites.

Wang San showed a look of unfinished business, shook his head, and said, "Don't say it, this old timber meat tastes really good, it's just a little salty...... And it's too few, if only there was another one......"

If it was placed in Wang San's world, all the mice ate was garbage, it was simply a collection of bacteria, and he would never eat rat meat.

Wang San stared at the door, hoping that there would be rats coming in, staring like this, staring at ...... I don't know when I fell asleep.

Ps: The monk is not full-time to write novels, after all, the family has to eat, there are many things at home, and writing books is basically the time taken out, there is a little baby at home, and she has been messing with the monk at night, only if she sleeps first, the monk can code words.

Write slowly, I admit...... But I'm seriously thinking about every plot, in fact, this kind of funny is sometimes more difficult than writing bitterness and blood......

Everyone, please forgive me, if this book is still in your eyes, raise a paragraph, read a paragraph......

Finally, the monk is here to wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

Of course, don't just play and think about your family, because it's the Mid-Autumn Festival!