Looking at the girl's stubborn eyes, Yu Duxiu sighed lightly, stepped forward and rubbed Yu Shi Niang's sideburns: "It's okay, my brother won't be so stupid, just a beast and a monster, how can you help me."

Yu Shi Niang didn't speak, but just stared at Yu Duxiu with a pair of river-like eyes, her eyes were slightly red, and the mist was in them.

Yu Duxiu was helpless, for this sister who had suffered countless hardships since she was a child, she really loved her so much that she could only make a surrender with both hands: "If you don't go, if you don't go, if you don't go."

Yu Shi Niang sniffled when she heard this, and said in a deep voice: "How did the eighth uncle die, don't you remember?"

Yu Duxiu was silent when he heard this, Yu Duxiu's eighth uncle, he couldn't remember it very clearly, it seemed that he went into the mountains to hunt, was bitten to death by a tiger demon, and never came back, so he left the lonely brother and sister.

Looking at the clothes full of patches on her body, the little sister's clothes were mended and mended, and the shoes were full of patches of all sizes, Yu Duxiu felt sad after seeing it, and she really didn't know how such a thin body could support this family before.

"Don't worry" Yu Duxiu patted Yu Shi Niang's shoulder, lifted the barrel and walked towards the river.

He Shui was clear, but Yu Duxiu was not at all interested, but his legs were bored in the water, making a splash, startling the fish in the distance to scatter and flee.

"This is a world where demons are rampant, and the immortals have already seen it, will there be fewer demons and monsters?" Yu Duxiu muttered to himself, and then closed his eyes tightly, the wisps of ancestral dragon true blood gave Yu Duxiu a lot of supplements, and the mana in his body continued to surge, bringing up bursts of powerful momentum, and the mana in his body was twisted into a rope, as if it was a dragon, constantly roaring in his body, causing gusts of wind and rain.

"Three hundred years of mana" Yu Duxiu said to himself, no one thought that that wisp of true dragon ancestor blood would have such a miraculous effect, not only promoting Yu Duxiu's fetal transformation into a consummation, but also directly increasing his three hundred years of mana.

Three hundred years of mana means that Yu Duxiu has saved three hundred years of penance, and he is one step closer to the road of immortality.

In the cultivation world, the strength of a monk is not the only one, but the strength of the supernatural power is determined by the strength of the supernatural power.

Otherwise, even if you have 10,000 years of mana, but you only have a chicken rib spell, and you meet a monk who has practiced 100 of you, but the supernatural power is very against the sky, you can still beat the monk with 10,000 years of mana.

Mana is the source, but supernatural power is the means.

"Fishing all day long, my brother and sister don't want to be rich all their lives, I still want to worship the supreme religion, but I don't feel at ease to put my sister alone in the red dust, I have to follow it, I need to travel far away, my brother and sister only have some miscellaneous grains in exchange, so what silver money can be spent, now the only way is to go into the mountains to hunt, hunt good furs, before they can sell for a price, as my brother and sister travel capital" Speaking of this, Yu Duxiu stood up and looked at the clear stream, and said in the twilight: " I also need a strong bow, I have been in contact with the ancient martial arts family in my previous life, in that era of advanced science and technology, the so-called secret that is not passed on has long been a secret, no matter how powerful the bow and arrow are, it can't match the bullet, if you make a strong bow, it will be of great help."

Saying that, Yu Duxiu began to wander around the nearby forest, making a strong bow, you need good materials, otherwise it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and the best material for making a strong bow is the green bamboo of the old age, after various secret methods, it can be made into a strong bow.

Although there is a magical power to call the wind and rain, but the manpower is limited after all, once the magical power is restrained, it is not a matter of waiting to be killed.

Walking around the neighborhood, Yu Duxiu didn't go far before he found an old green bamboo that was about to be close to a hundred years.

With a flick of his palm, Yu Duxiu said with satisfaction: "It's you."

At night, Yu Duxiu carried the green bamboo, and the green bamboo was a fish bucket.

Still robbed of the fish and meat like yesterday, seeing everyone walking back satisfied, Yu Duxiu said to a man with a strong figure and dark skin: "Uncle Li, wait a minute."

Uncle Li is the only blacksmith in the village, and the knives and farm tools in the village are all made by Uncle Li.

Uncle Li stopped when he heard this, the two carps in his hand jumped, and then said, "Something?"

Yu Duxiu nodded when he heard this, and said with a slight hesitation: "I want to ask my uncle to help me build some gadgets, how about giving my uncle two fish every day in the future?"

Uncle Li's eyes lit up when he heard this: "What do you want to build?"

Yu Duxiu showed her snow-white teeth: "I need arrows and a spear."

Uncle Li frowned when he heard this: "What are you going to do to build a weapon?"

Yu Duxiu showed a harmless smile: "I have caught all the fish in this vicinity, and if I want to fish, I have to go farther, but it is not very safe, so I want some weapons to defend myself."

Uncle Li nodded when he heard this: "You can come to my house in three days."

After finishing speaking, Uncle Li turned around and left.

Slowly carrying everything home, Yu Shi Niang was sitting on the door frame in a daze, looking out in a daze.

"Shi Niang, I'm back," Yu Duxiu said.

Yu Shi Niang was clever, stood up and said, "Why is it so late today."

As he spoke, he said: "What to do with this green bamboo, this green bamboo is not only difficult to break, but also not burned, which is not only time-consuming and laborious, but also a waste of effort."

Yu Duxiu smiled mysteriously: "Is there still pigskin at home?"

Yu Shi Niang nodded: "Naturally, there is."

"Go and get the pigskin," Yu Duxiu put things down.

Yu Shi Niang was stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the house.

Yu Duxiu was not in a hurry to eat dinner, but by the moonlight, he split the green bamboo, got some yams that he didn't know where to get, put them in the cauldron in the yard, and began to boil them.

Seeing this, Yu Shi Niang couldn't help but swallow her saliva, as if she remembered the various delicacies that her brother had made recently, and said with a smile on her little face: "Brother, what are you going to do deliciously, can you eat this bamboo?"

Yu Duxiu rolled her eyes, how could her little sister have a tendency to change to a foodie.

"This bamboo is for use, not for eating," Yu Duxiu patiently explained.

Yu Shi Niang sighed, put down a pot of pigskin without interest, and squatted there to watch Yu Duxiu busy.

After putting some of the herbs and pig skin together and soaking them in water, Yu Duxiu breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's eat."

There was no word all night, and on the second day, before leaving, Yu Duxiu told Yu Shi Niang not to break the flame in the stove, turned around and lifted the wooden barrel and walked outside.

After boiling the bamboo for two days, the water in the pot had changed color and turned into a dark green, so Yu Duxiu took out the finished bamboo and began to bend it in the shape of a strong bow.

The color of the bamboo changed from dark green to light yellow, and it was tied with a straw rope by Yu Duxiu, and then sealed to shield it from the sun and let it dry in the shade.

If it was an ordinary bamboo, after boiling it for two days, it would have deteriorated long ago, but after the transformation of the herbs put in by Yu Duxiu, it had the finishing touch.

On the third day, Yu Duxiu returned to the village early, carrying two fish towards the blacksmith Uncle Li's house, and before he could get closer, he heard the sound of clanging and banging, which kept coming, and a scorching breath came from outside the gate to the road.

"Is Uncle Li here?" said Yu Duxiu, standing outside the door.

"Duxiu, come in," Uncle Li's voice came from the courtyard.

Entering the room, what catches your eye is a pot of charcoal fire, and the blacksmith's felt platform, Uncle Li has a hammer in his hand, constantly beating an iron block, until Yu Duxiu comes in, the blacksmith puts down the hammer in his hand, and the towel on his chest wipes his sweat: "Come with me."

Yu Duxiu put down the fish in his hand and followed the blacksmith into the house, but saw that most of the house was filled with farm utensils, as well as some firewood knives and other supplies, which were slightly sharp.

In one corner, the blacksmith pulled a cloth bag and fell with a clatter, and dozens of arrows with cold light fell to the ground: "Look how".

Hearing this, Yu Duxiu took the arrow in his hand and said, "Not bad."

This arrow has just been cast, has not yet been opened, and needs to be done by the owner of the arrow.

Turning the corner, the blacksmith pointed to a spear on a table and said, "See if you're satisfied?"

Hearing this, Yu Duxiu grabbed the spear in his hand, and the gun shook vigorously, and the tiger roared in an instant.

"Although this spear is good, it is a little lighter, so it is not very easy to handle," Yu Duxiu said with a frown.

The blacksmith's eyes widened: "This is the beginning of refining steel, I thought you were too young to carry too heavy things, but I don't want you kid to be a freak, these dozens of pounds of guns can dance freely."