He knew the existence of magic tools, and the second uncle once said that when Da Feng was able to win the battle of Shanhaiguan, the artillery made great contributions.
Half of the power of artillery comes from gunpowder, and the other half comes from formation.
The magic weapon is the unique weapon of the Dafeng Dynasty, and it is also the confidence that the Dafeng Dynasty dares to call itself the orthodox in the world.
At this moment, Xu Qi'an suddenly realized that the magic weapon was inextricably linked with Si Tianjian.
Song Qing hesitated for a while, and on the principle of knowledge sharing, answered Xu Qi'an's question: "It's not a secret, do you know what a fourth-grade warlock is called?"
I don't even know what the seventh rank of my martial arts system is... Xu Qi'an shook his head.
"The formation master!" Song Qing said: "The things that the alchemist refines are all ordinary things. The formation master engraves the formation on it, and it becomes a magic weapon."
Based on his own understanding of the warlock system and the information he disclosed to a beauty Chu Caiwei not long ago, Xu Qian thought a lot.
The ninth-grade pharmacist is laying the foundation for the eighth-grade Wangqi master, and the Wangqi master is laying the foundation for the seventh-grade Feng Shui master. But Feng Shui Master has nothing to do with its next level, the sixth-grade alchemist... It turns out that the alchemist is complementary to the fourth-grade warlock.
The alchemist refines powerful force, and the array master processes it into a magic weapon... There is something about the system of warlocks.
No wonder Lord Jianzheng has such a high status in the Dafeng Dynasty.
I must get Chu Caiwei in my hands. There is no special purpose, but I just want to reap a sincere love in this cold society.
Xu Qi'an secretly made up his mind.
"The second piece is the heart protection mirror, which is also a magic weapon. The material is very common. The real precious thing is the formation on it, which can withstand the full blow of the master of Qi practice, and withstand it six times. The master of spirit refinement three times. Bronze Iron Bone Realm once."
Is the Bronze Skin and Iron Bone Realm the sixth rank of the Wufu system? Xu Qi'an finally knew what the sixth rank of his system was called.
"The last one is called Bone Burning and Burning Heart. If you smear it on the arrow, you can kill the master of the Spirit Refinement Realm. The Copper Skin and Iron Bone Realm is ineffective, because the arrow cannot penetrate the opponent's skin at all."
Xu Qi'an nodded: "I like these three things very much."
After a pause, he said, "That kind of alchemy is called grafting!"
Xu Qi'an told Song Qing about the grafting technique not too meticulously based on his past memories. The process is not detailed, but the advantages are very detailed, such as improving the cold resistance, drought resistance, and pest resistance of plants after successful grafting.
and enhance the taste of the fruit.
It is still the same as the making a fortune experiment in his diary, with rich theoretical knowledge, but poor practical ability.
But it doesn't matter, it's not him who practices anyway.
If Song Qing fails, it is because of his own weakness. If it is successful, the credit goes to Xu Qi'an.
After listening to this, Song Qing's whole body was floating, dancing with excitement, wishing that spring would come soon, so that he could do this great alchemy.
"God book, that's just a god book. There is such an ancient alchemy book in the world, but I don't know it." Song Qing shouted excitedly.
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"Deng deng deng ... "
Xu Qi'an walked briskly on the steps of the star-viewing building, carrying three magical instruments, which are not things that money can measure.
"I can use one of the magical tools to exchange for the reward of opening the gate of heaven on the black market... However, these things are very useful, and I don't want to give up. Sure enough, prostitution is the eternal source of happiness for human beings... . Go to Goulan and listen to the music tomorrow."
He didn't ask Si Tianjian for a piece of copper, but if the things he harvested were exchanged for silver, he would make his aunt submit in minutes, bow his head and become small, and would never dare to mock him again.
They exchanged them for silver notes, and then slapped Auntie's pretty face... Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an became more and more happy.
"I'm standing in the strong wind, and I can't wait to feel the pain in my heart. Looking at the sky, the clouds are moving in all directions, the sword is in hand, and I ask who is the hero in the world..." No one was around, and he sang the song of his previous life with pride and ambition. .
Around the corner, they met a group of strangers, and the two sides met face to face.
... .so awkward! Xu Qi'an's singing stopped abruptly, and he stepped aside with a blank expression.
There are three people on the steps below. The one in the middle is wearing an indigo-colored robe, with creamy white temples, elegant temperament, handsome facial features, and eyes like a dark and deep pool, precipitating the wind and frost washed by the years.
He's the kind of charismatic uncle who can make little girls scream.
On the left is a taciturn young man, staring straight ahead, meticulous.
On the right is a young man with a frivolous radian at the corner of his mouth and a sinister look in his eyes. The femininity he exudes makes Xu Qi'an very uncomfortable.
However, when it comes to appearance, Xu Qi'an has seen this feminine young man, and it is rare for a handsome man who can compete with Erlang in his family.
When the three passed by Xu Qi'an, the young man with a feminine temperament sneered, squinted and glanced at him.
At this moment, Xu Qi'an felt that he was being watched by something terrifying. He couldn't help holding his breath, but his heartbeat increased.
The three continued up the steps, and Xu Qi'an was relieved until they disappeared after the corner.
"That guy seems very disdainful of me, mixed with hostility, is the lyrics too crazy?"
Well, there are some things to pay attention to in the future, and don't talk nonsense, especially in public.
For example: I want this day to be unable to cover my eyes, this earth to be unable to bury my heart, and I want all the Buddhas to vanish.
Another example: to have the ambition to sacrifice, dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky.
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On the seventh floor, Song Qinghou, who received the report from his junior brother, was at the entrance of the stairs, waiting for the three people headed by indigo robes.
Chu Caiwei nibbled at a sugar cane, with the wall behind her, casually accompanying her.
When the three came to the seventh floor, Song Qing bowed: "Duke Wei."
The middle-aged man with slightly frosted temples nodded slightly.
"Mr. Wei, the teacher has been drinking too much and is taking a nap. I have to ask you to wait for a while."
The stern-faced young man remained expressionless, while the sullen young man frowned.
The elegant middle-aged man didn't care much. He entered the tea room with Song Qing, and said casually, "When I climbed the building, I ran into an interesting young man. It doesn't seem to be a disciple of Si Tianjian."
Just as Chu Caiwei was about to speak, she was stopped by Song Qing's eyes and smiled, "It's just a trivial person, but it's interesting."
Fighting Gengren is famous for being fierce, and in the eyes of civil and military officials, he is like a tiger and wolf. The whole person doesn't need a reason.
Song Qing wondered if Qi'an had inadvertently upset this powerful eunuch.
"Interesting?" The elegant middle-aged man smiled gently: "What an interesting method."
Song Qing hesitated for a moment, then commented: "A genius, a genius in alchemy, if he hadn't gone down the wrong path of cultivation, if he had gone to the Sitian prison, his name would have been recorded in the history books."
He didn't say anything against his heart, but also revealed the suggestion that the Sitian supervisor attached great importance to Xu Qi'an.
The young man with a soft temperament sneered.
The elegant middle-aged man smiled and nodded slightly.
... .
Xu House, the inner courtyard.
The aunt took some maids and old ladies to cut cloth, draw lines, stuff cotton, and prepare to make winter clothes for the family.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and my aunt plans to buy winter clothes for her children and husband.
Lu'e completed the last stitch, and Xiao Yinya bit the thin thread, looking at the delicately embroidered lotus flowers with satisfaction, thinking that Sister Lingyin would look good in it.
"Madam, I went to Dalang yesterday and found that he didn't have winter clothes, he was wearing autumn clothes." Lu'e said softly.
Auntie glanced at the big maid, and snorted coldly, "What do you want to say."
Lu'e lowered her head and whispered, "Make one for Dalang too."
"Don't even think about it!" Auntie hummed, "That little bastard, get mad at me when you get the chance and ask me to make him clothes, there's no door."
The maids and old ladies did things silently, pretending they didn't hear them.
"I come to eat at home every day, and I don't know how to subsidize my family."
"Isn't Dalang's salary given to the manor?" Lu'e muttered.
"As much as he eats, it's enough for him." Auntie's beautiful eyes rolled her eyes hard.
That unfortunate nephew originally thought that he saved the lives of his family, and it was not impossible to improve his relationship with him. But the little bastard stabbed her with words whenever he got the chance, but he couldn't get along with her.
A wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat, and a dog travels a thousand miles to eat shit. As the old saying goes, it's true.
The housekeeper hurried over, stopped outside the courtyard, and shouted, "Madam, the master is back."