girl let me check

Chapter 265 Disappeared in a loud noise

Fang Weihan walked out of the door of Shi Dangliu's residence and looked up at the huge sun directly above him.

There are still two days left before the time agreed between himself and Tao Yan.

Before that, he had one more thing to do.

"Stirrup……"

Of course he knew what this thing looked like, but he didn't have the skills in this area.

"Yunshu, can you extract any knowledge about stirrups from my memory?"

Fang Weihan must have read books or video materials about stirrups in his previous life, but those things were stored in his subconscious and could not be searched through recall.

But fortunately, I carry a sacred instrument that can search the past.

Time has many forms, and memory is one of the mildest.

It floats quietly in the depths of your sea of ​​consciousness, like stars in the vast Milky Way, only silently emitting its own light.

"can."

Yun Shu, who was in the sea of ​​consciousness, answered in the affirmative, and then there was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Fang Weihan: "?"

"You were just searching a memory, how could you make such a noise?"

"You don't understand."

Yun Shu said enigmatically.

"There are too many dirty things in your memory. If I don't throw away some, it will be difficult to find useful things."

Fang Weihan's mouth twitched.

"So you found it?"

If she finds it, then forget about it this time. If she is not found, she must be dragged out and tortured.

"of course."

Yun Shu appeared next to him, raised his little hand and slapped Fang Weihan on the forehead.

The cool palms were particularly comfortable on the hot summer day, which lifted Fang Weihan's spirit.

But soon the cold touch turned into biting heat.

Fang Weihan quickly figured out all the knowledge about stirrups in his mind.

All the details of the shape of the stirrups were deeply engraved in his memory, and he could never forget them.

It can strengthen memory, go back in time, save lives at critical moments, and can even be used to eat ice cream. Yun Shu's functionality is simply full.

"Oh, I wish I had you by my side when I took the college entrance examination."

Fang Weihan digested the information in his mind and sighed.

"College entrance exam? That kind of thing where you can get good results through hard work, there is no need for me to show up."

Yun Shu retracted his small hands and clasped them behind his back, looking like a master.

It can be seen that she is trying her best to portray the image of a wise man who has lived for thousands of years, but the girl's round face with a slight baby fatness and the complicated blue dress she is wearing are really difficult to associate with this aspect.

"I will only appear when it is difficult to change the future by your own efforts, and help you fight against the established destiny, such as now."

Yun Shu restrainedly smoothed the hair hanging down from his forehead.

"Why don't you say thank you, Master Yun Shu?"

Fang Weihan nodded quickly in agreement with Yun Shu's words, but in fact, his mind was not here at all.

Although stirrups are a very simple thing, none of the current blacksmiths have experience in making such things. If Fang Weihan wants to get a finished product that can be directly used within two days, it will be very difficult.

So...who should I ask to help me build this stirrup?

"Mom, can you blacksmith?"

Fang Weihan suddenly had a whim.

The moment Yun Shu heard this title, he stepped on Fang Weihan's foot.

It's soft, a bit like gummy candy, and doesn't hurt at all.

"I'm not your mother! Don't get close to me!"

The girl blushed and shouted loudly.

"Also, I am a book, not a hammer! How can I forge iron!"

"Oh, you are so useless."

Fang Weihan sighed.

Yun Shu: "..."

Seeing Fang Weihan's frowning face, the girl clenched her fists and reminded her with disgust:

"Don't you know Pei Jie? He is a Mohist of the Tiangong Path, which is considered an advanced profession for blacksmiths. Can't you just go to him directly?"

Fang Weihan: "!"

He clapped his hands as if suddenly enlightened.

Yes, Pei Jie, why did I forget about him.

"I think what you said makes sense."

Fang Weihan touched Yun Shu's head happily.

"Don't touch my head!"

Yun Shu was furious.

……

……

Pei Jie had a very bad relationship with the Pei family in Hedong, where he was born. There were rumors that Pei Wenqi even wanted to expel his son from the family.

This is something Fang Weihan has known for a long time.

Coupled with the fact that Pei Jie himself was unwilling to talk to others, to a certain extent, Pei Jie's situation was even worse than that of Fang Weihan before.

Fang Weihan was incompatible with the aristocratic family, while Pei Jie was spurned by the aristocratic family.

When a class that occupies the mainstream of society refuses to accommodate you, the upper limit of your life will be locked within a few inches, like a frog in a well, and it will be difficult to go further.

Although Pei Jie was born to Pei Wen, because of Pei Jie's bad relationship with the Pei family in Hedong, he did not live in the Pei family's mansion in Hedong, but lived alone.

Few people knew where Pei Jie lived, and Fang Weihan only found out about it after he asked Pei Jie over last time to deal with the formation in the backyard.

This is the southernmost end of Xiangmufang in the inner city, located on the edge of the inner city and extremely close to the boundary of the outer city.

A street away from where Pei Jie lived was the chaotic outer city, and he could faintly hear the noise coming from there.

In a place like this, where every inch of land is at a premium, you can't buy it at a bargain price in Changming City, but for someone like Pei Jie, who is a descendant of the eighth surname, it is somewhat shabby.

In front of him was a dilapidated door, with mottled rust on the door handle, like the remains of copper and iron corroded by acid rain.

"Tsk, I like this place."

Yun Shu floated around Fang Weihan, poking at the curled rust pieces on the door, and touching only half of the broken tiles on the door eaves.

"Broken doors...broken tiles exude the smell of time! I like time!"

The girl put her hands on her hips. He nodded with satisfaction.

Fang Weihan glanced at her.

"You are also full of the smell of time."

"That's natural..."

Yun Shu was about to agree arrogantly, but looking at Fang Weihan's half-smiling expression, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

"You're not... talking about me being old, are you?"

The girl frowned and stared at Fang Weihan suspiciously.

"of course not."

Fang Weihan chuckled.

Seeing him like this, Yun Shu became more sure of his guess.

"You bastard Fang Weihan, come here, I will crush you to death!"

At this moment, a dull explosion suddenly came from the courtyard, startling Fang Weihan.

The mottled rust on the door rustled down after the explosion, and Fang Weihan and Yun Shu looked at each other.

"What is Pei Jie doing inside?"

Yun Shu put away the half-empty big hammer and was very curious.

"I don't know... I'll knock on the door and have a look."

Fang Weihan stretched out his hand and gently knocked on the door in front of him with the rotten door knocker.

After knocking three times, he put down the knocker and waited for Pei Jie to open the door for him.

"Who?"

After a while, Pei Jie's voice came from inside the door.

"It's me, Fang Weihan."

Fang Weihan replied. The people inside obviously hesitated for a moment, and then with a teeth-searing friction sound, the rusty door slowly opened.

"I have met His Highness."

Pei Jie bowed to him.

Fang Weihan looked at his head covered in gray and smoke, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Was this just after a world war?

"How... did you do this?"

Fang Weihan's eyes swept across the courtyard behind Pei Jie.

The courtyard was very small, leaving almost only room for a clothesline. The things inside were a bit chaotic at the moment, scattered on the ground, as if they had just been swept by a typhoon.

An unpleasant smell wafted out, like rotten fruit.

There were no maids or servants to clean and tidy up, and Pei Jie seemed to be the only one in the entire courtyard.

"I was just doing a brand new experiment, and there was a glitch in the middle."

Pei Jie smiled sheepishly.

"I welcome His Highness like this. I hope His Highness will not blame you."

Fang Weihan patted him on the shoulder.

"You don't have to be so polite when you speak. We are classmates. You don't need to address yourself to Your Highness. You can just call me by my real name."

"Okay, then I will call His Highness Brother Fang."

Pei Jie paused for a moment and bowed again.

It can be seen that the relationship between Pei Jie and himself has been greatly improved since the last incident.

"I have something to ask you for this time. Why don't you invite me in to sit down?"

Fang Weihan smiled.

"Brother Fang, please come in!"

Pei Jie quickly opened the door wider.

Fang Weihan walked into the small courtyard where Pei Jie lived, and his eyes were instantly attracted by the miscellaneous things placed in his courtyard.

"Cinnabar, saltpeter, sulfur, arsenic, plant ash, yellow pollen... Good guy, I seem to know how he made that explosion just now."

Yun Shu floated next to the pile of materials, mumbling something.

Fang Weihan actually reacted the moment he saw saltpeter and sulfur.

This Pei Jie...if he wasn't refining elixir just now, he should be making gunpowder, right?

"Brother Fang, there may be some chaos here..."

Pei Jie was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, this is not chaos, this is at least order within chaos."

Fang Weihan waved his hand.

"What were you doing just now? Can you tell me something?"

"Of course it's convenient, it's not something shameful."

Pei Jie agreed readily.

"I was just trying a recipe written in an ancient book found in the armory library."

Pei Jie pointed to an incense burner-like container next to him. The base there was covered with a layer of burnt yellow and gray-black objects, like a dry river bed in the desert.

"The book says, 'Saltpetre is the extreme of yin, and sulfur is the extreme of yang. The two divine objects of yang meet in a seamless space, and when they come out, the characters are stunned, their souls are scattered, and they are shocked and turned into powder.'"

"This book was written by an unknown sage of the Mohist family, but he didn't mention the ratio of saltpeter to liquid, or the specific conditions. I was just doing experiments to verify this."

Speaking of this, Pei Jie's expression became a little gloomy.

Obviously the results he got were less than ideal.

"Oh, Mohist...it's really rare."

Yun Shu clicked his tongue in surprise.

"Why do you say that?"

Fang Weihan asked curiously.

"Tiangong Mo is the path with the fewest practitioners in the world today, even including Jingtian."

"More than a thousand years ago, in the battle of the Qin army from west to east, the Mohists chose to stand opposite the First Emperor and help the six eastern countries resist the Qin army. From Xinye to Daliang, from Yingdu to Julu, Almost every city the Qin army attacked had a Mohist war machine on its wall."

"War agencies? What are they?"

You can't build a tank, right?

"Many, many magical creations that are simply unimaginable to today's people. Fire-breathing beasts, giant steel eagles flying in the sky, and even something called the Red Fire Xuanli. It is said that after being ignited, thousands of people can travel for thousands of miles. All objects within ten feet will be reduced to ashes, not even a trace of residue will be left.”

Yun Shu's little face was full of memories, as if she was recalling that magnificent memory in her mind.

"Although these things caused a lot of trouble to the Qin army at that time, in the end they still could not stop the Qin Dynasty from unifying the world."

"So...the entire Mohist family suffered cruel and inhumane revenge from the First Emperor. There were no survivors, and the path of the Mohists was cut off from now on."

When Fang Weihan heard this, he felt that his world view had been completed a little more.

He only knew that the First Emperor destroyed the Mohist family, but he did not know the reason why he did so.

Among the three foundations of Tiangong, the healers and formation masters are the most popular paths today, and are the most popular among practitioners. Once you become a monk on these two paths, it can be said that wealth will be guaranteed for the rest of your life.

But the Mohist who is the last base is unknown, which really shouldn't be the case.

So that's what happened.

"I thought the Moists all studied mechanical arts, a bit similar to scientists who are engaged in physics and machinery?"

Fang Weihan felt very strange.

"I didn't expect that they would also study chemistry. I originally thought that refining elixirs, drawing talismans, and other things would be done by the group of airbenders..."

"There are only two forms. There is also research in this area on the airbending side, but the materials they use are completely different from those on the Mohist side. They use spiritual energy to crack and explode, rather than the chemical energy of gunpowder."

Yun Shu explained.

"These two research directions have always gone hand in hand, but since the decline of the Mohist family, only Qi Yu is the only one left. Soon, the world only knows about Qi Yu, not Mohists."

"By the way, I'm telling you that Pei Jie's current state should be the peak of the third rank of the Mohist realm. If he wants to break through the fourth rank and ascend to the gods, he must restore or discover a great invention."

"Like gunpowder."

Yun Shu patted his shoulder and smiled like a little fox.

"He doesn't know the formula of gunpowder now, but it seems to be written in your junior high school chemistry textbook."

"You understand what I mean, right?"

The girl winked at him narrowly.

Fang Weihan: "..."

Of course he knows the famous formula, the legendary 'monosulfide, dinitrate and three charcoal'.

But you need to convert the units.

Fang Weihan briefly recalled the chemistry knowledge he had learned.

"In your previous experiment, did you add more sulfur or saltpeter?"

he asked.

"The same amount... After all, according to the unknown senior's notes, the neutralization of the anode and the cathode is the most powerful, so I calculated based on the same amount of weight."

Fang Weihan was silent for a moment.

"I had a dream this morning. I dreamed that seven divine dragons rose into the sky and rushed into the sky to make clouds and rain. This is a good sign."

"How about you try adding saltpeter to sulfur in a ratio of seven to one? For charcoal... just add one and a half times the amount of sulfur. How about that?"

Pei Jie was obviously stunned by what Fang Weihan said.

"This……"

He was in trouble for a moment.

Pei Jie thought that his brother Fang was in a mood and said this to satisfy his curiosity.

After all, Shenlong's dreams and so on... don't sound reliable at first sight.

But when he thought about how Fang Weihan had helped him many times before, Pei Jie agreed.

Just think of it as a small favor to return to him.

"Your Highness, wait a moment."

Fang Weihan watched Pei Jie start weighing, adding materials, mixing and lighting them.

The moment Pei Jie threw Xiao Huo Zhezi out of his hand, Fang Weihan pulled him back several meters quickly with quick eyes and hands.

"Bang!!!"

It's like a thunderbolt, like a mountain splitting apart rocks.

This was a loud sound of earth shattering, an explosion that was ten times more violent than before.

Passers-by screamed incessantly, black smoke rose into the sky, and the surrounding bottles and cans shattered. The incense burner-like vessel was blown high into the sky and then quickly fell down. It rolled to the stunned Pei Jie with a clanking sound. before……

(End of this chapter)