After returning to the temple, after dinner, seeing that the master had no instructions, Meng Jiucheng got into the hut where the explosion survived. He moved a few debris and took out several jars from under the bed.

The jars are not big, and they can hold more than two pounds of wine, which are left over from Xuan Qing after drinking. But these jars are not empty now, but contain gunpowder prepared by Meng Jiucheng.

One nitrate (catties), disulfide (two) and three charcoal (two), for a science and engineering dog, the ratio of gunpowder is not difficult. According to research, the earliest gunpowder was invented by ancient Chinese alchemists during the alchemy process.

After discovering that there are some raw materials for nitroxide in the Taoist temple, Meng Jiucheng will definitely use it as a future generation who is good at taking advantage of the situation, and it is also certain that this gunpowder will have a great purpose.

The gunpowder was prepared with more than ten kilograms, and then put it in the small wine jar that Xuan Qing drank and sealed it with mud. Meng Jiucheng had a total of five gunpowder jars. It was not that he didn't want to make more, but that the materials were limited.

After working for a long time, Meng Jiucheng wanted to make this weapon well just in case he would move the gunpowder jar into the house. Meng Jiucheng took a long rope and closed the door, and began the final process - rubbing the medicine and installing the lead.

Mom, I don’t know how far my martial arts will be, but with this kind of thing, no matter what kind of martial arts master you are, a swordsman thief, rumbling, rumbling, shattering you.

Yes, if there is an iron pipe, I will build a gunpowder gun. You must be the first in the weapon spectrum, just call it, call it-

Meng Jiucheng sneered sometimes, sometimes gritted his teeth, and finally rubbed the medicine twist. He took out the awl, drilled a small hole in the sealing mud, inserted the medicine twist, and sealed it with the mud. Hey, the CD said that gunpowder is less powerful, but that is in comparison. You should know that black gunpowder has been the only propellant of hot weapons for hundreds of years, and it still made flesh and blood fly, cruel and bloody. The guns and cannons using black gunpowder can beat cold weapons without any suspense. It was not until the invention of nitrosol cotton "retreated to the second line."

According to experimental data from later generations, the power of black gunpowder is about one tenth of that of T*N*T. Considering the issue of raw material purification, Meng Jiuzheng gave another discount. Even if it was only one fifteenth of T*N*T, then these dozen pounds of gunpowder are almost equivalent to one pound of T*N*T, which is 500 grams. What is the loading amount of conventional grenades during World War II? It is only about fifty grams, right?

Well, there will be a stronger shell in the future, which will be more powerful. I wonder how long it will take for the iron to be made? Meng Jiucheng thinks that it is good to dig a stone into the air, and it can make the Japanese scream!

After finishing his work, Meng Jiucheng carefully wrapped the gunpowder jar with oil paper and stuffed it under the bed. Then he turned over and lay on the bed, closed his eyes and began to fantasize about artillery fire. The smoke of guns filled the bandits and the bandits fled and returned victoriously. King Xingba, and the beauty is like clouds... Well, Xiaowei is not bad, wearing a strong outfit, protruding forward and backward... Well, the gun is also good...

I don’t know when, Meng Jiucheng thought about it and fell asleep in a daze.

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The night is fresh and beautiful, and the sky seems to have been washed, without a trace of clouds, blue and crystal clear, high and far.

In the open space in the front yard with silver moonlight shining, Meng Jiucheng was waving his big gun and practicing it. The moves he used were somewhat similar to Mu Xiaowei's.

By chance, Xuanqing, who was supposed to be sleeping after drinking, got up at night. Hearing a strange sound, he came to watch curiously.

Seeing Meng Jiucheng swinging a big gun, Xuan Qing was just funny at first, but after watching for a while, he couldn't help but make a shocking sound.

If someone taught me, it would not be unusual for Meng Jiucheng to practice this way, and it could even be said that he practiced poorly. But Xuan Qing was sure that this stupid disciple could not know martial arts before, but although the moves he used were not very standard, they looked a bit like this.

Yang Family's shooting skills! Xuanqing is a trainer, and he can tell it out in a few glances. He couldn't help but feel the doubt in his heart, so he coughed dryly and walked out.

Meng Jiucheng was sweating on his head when he heard the sound and stopped when he saw it was his master, he stepped forward to greet him.

"This—" Xuanqing's fingers drew meaninglessly in the air and asked, "Is this gunshot skill taught you?"

Meng Jiucheng shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I didn't teach you, I've seen it myself."

Xuan Qing stared at his apprentice wide and looked at his apprentice. He couldn't help but be shocked. After a while, he spoke, "Do you know which shooting technique this is?"

Meng Jiucheng shook his head again and said to himself: No matter which shooter is his own, he can defend himself and fight to kill the enemy, that is good shooter.

Xuan Qing reached out to get over the big gun, danced casually, and said, "This is the shooting technique of Yang Zaixing, a general under Yue Fei. Judging from the artist who is not fully aware of it, he probably only knows such three moves and two moves."

Yang Zaixing, a very powerful and powerful general!

"Master, you, you are a master." Meng Jiucheng's eyes shone and flattered him.

"I dare not call him a master." Xuan Qing said modestly, but a proud look appeared on his face, and said, "Do you want to learn guns?"

Meng Jiucheng's big head is like a chicken eating rice.

Xuan Qing hesitated for a moment, smiled slightly while holding the test, and said, "Then you think it's good. I will teach you six, no, three tricks of shooting."

I'm afraid I won't learn it, six moves have turned into three moves.

Meng Jiucheng curled his lips secretly, but it’s good to learn some things, so we still have time.

Xuan Qing walked in the courtyard holding a big gun, concentrating and breathing, standing like a mountain.

Meng Jiuzhen discovered that his master had changed, of course he did not look like a lazy person. He suddenly exuded a formidable momentum like a spear.

"Start up, take action..." Xuan Qing was unhappy and focused on showing Meng Jiucheng, explaining while doing it. "One round will be the mother first, and then there will be a closed capture; the door inside and the door outside will be a flash, and it is called the King of Qin Moqin."

Meng Jiucheng didn't blink, and watched very seriously, holding a big gun in his hands and following the action.

"There are first entangled guns, then intercepted guns, yellow dragons occupy pestle, black dragons enter the cave, called Feng nodding."

"The three-way combination has a finger piercing, and then a sleeve piercing, and the kite piercing the quail. The rescue is a spear technique, called the White Snake Playing Wind."

Xuan Qing slowly used three moves, demonstrated them many times, and handed the gun to Meng Jiucheng. Seeing him practicing, he only pointed out the defects of the movements from time to time. Meng Jiucheng practiced very seriously and stopped it after half an hour, and was already sweating.

"Well, I'll go to bed first." Although Xuan Qing felt that Meng Jiucheng was not too slow in martial arts practice, he didn't dare to be too happy. Maybe he would have a sleep, and the apprentice forgot everything. He was very pleased to remember one move and half of the move.

"My apprentice is also sleepy." Meng Jiucheng did not continue to practice hard as Xuan Qing thought, but instead put away his gun and accompanied his master back to his room to rest.

Xuanqing felt that he had been practicing for a long time, so he didn't blame his disciples and went to the room to rest.

Meng Jiucheng returned to the cottage, lay on the bed, and began to recall the moves taught by his master just now. This was just his attempt, and he didn't know whether it was effective or not.

It was like sleeping in the afternoon, but the scene of Mu Xiaowei playing with a gun was played in her mind like a video. Meng Jiucheng remembered the moves he had only seen once and practiced them well. Now, he wants to try again to see if this is the benefit of time travel?
Chapter completed!