The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 46 Times have changed, fists are not as good as guns

"The best talisman paper in Shifang is made of gloomy bamboo that is more than three years old. Half of it has been cut to size, and the other half has not been cut."

"Two green-hair brushes are made from the selected old bamboo from the Shunan Bamboo Sea in Qingcheng Mountain in China. When you draw the talisman, you will have your own inspiration, and the twists and turns will be smooth and smooth."

"There are ten stones in a group. Even though they are only about the size of a fist, they are all mined from the top of Mount Tai. Feng shui masters from our chamber of commerce buried them in the place where the earth's energy condenses in the Rocky Mountains. They are refined and have the function of being a house." It suppresses evil spirits and prevents bad odors from arising. It costs at least tens of thousands to sell to those wealthy businessmen!
  The people of Middle-earth have the willpower, the mountains and rivers of the Federation, and the resources of the two powerful countries are all waiting for you! Is this blessing too small? "

"Two pieces each of peach wood, jujube wood, locust wood, pine wood, cypress wood, and willow wood. Except for the peach wood, which is twenty years old, the others are all over forty years old."

"Gold and silver copper powder, gold and silver copper foil, mica powder, realgar, sky blue, magnet, American ginseng, Yunzhi, hardware and eight stones, herbs and elixirs, etc., these are all, the important thing is this..."

Bai Ziyuan bent down, carefully picked up a small white porcelain jar with heavy body and thick glaze, opened the lid and let Zhu Mingyao take a look.

I saw that it was filled with bright red cinnabar with pure color, uniform and fine particles, and there was a faint red light reflection under the lamp.

"This is a top-quality product that cannot be found in the market. It is a nine-turn spiritual sand made by people who are good at external alchemy in China. It was fried in a furnace for a hundred days with civil and military fire. It can be used to draw talismans and cast spells. Or blending medicinal ingredients to arrange rituals, the effect is excellent, just such a small jar is more valuable than all the things just now put together!"

"That pile is some commonly used finished baits, various kinds of French incense, French wine, pills, ointments, and pills. There are labels on them. You can take a look at them later."

"There are also two jars of [Yinshen Serum]. They cannot be kept for a long time and must be prepared as needed. When you want to use them later, come with me to get them."

Bai Ziyuan took out three more small brocade boxes from the box and said:
  "These three talismans were refined by Elder Lai himself, and I asked you to carry them with you."

"One is a talisman of hundreds of swords and weapons. It can create a force field that covers the whole body. It can block several shots even from a pistol at close range."

"One is a diagram of non-impacting evil. Good deeds can resolve all kinds of evil, evil and vicious curses."

"The other one is the Li Daitao Zombie Talisman. It has the same effect as your Maoshan Paper Man Technique. I know you don't know how to use the Tribulation Technique yet, so I specially prepared it for you."

"Why are they all defensive or auxiliary? Are there any offensive weapons? Sword pills or the like?" Zhu Mingyao stretched his neck and asked expectantly.

"Here is this!" Bai Ziyuan raised the thing in his hand.

"Smithsonian & Wesson M357 revolver. The gun body has been reinforced by alchemy and infiltrated with rare alloys. It is not afraid of high temperatures, freezing, dust and sand erosion. It can still be used normally in extreme environments. The size has been modified just enough to make it easy to carry. The classic structure is not afraid of jamming. If If one bullet misfires, it can be fired continuously. With the terrifying lethality of the .357 Magnum bullet, one bullet within 50 meters will cause death or disability!"

Seeing the young man's speechless expression, Bai Ziyuan patted his shoulder half jokingly and half seriously:
  "For most ordinary practitioners, this thing is much easier to use than sword pills! If there is no defense below the Xiantian realm, it is basically unstoppable. The number of extraordinary people who have died under gunfire for more than a hundred years is greater than the number of people who have died under the gunfire. There are many magic spells..."

"Brother, times have changed."

There was a hint of sadness in Bai Ziyuan's voice.

"This is the experience gained by many seniors in the last years of Hou Jin Dynasty, so now we in Hualian have to practice shooting, at least have an idea of ​​it!"

"Didn't I take you to the shooting range twice? This thing is not difficult. You can take the time to practice. The gun handling procedures are all completed in the bag."

"In several boxes are silver armor-piercing bullets specially made by the Holy Church. They have been tempered with holy water. They are better than ordinary spells against rough-skinned monsters such as werewolves." "Look at the last one, can you still recognize it? "Bai Ziyuan picked up something from the bottom of the box and placed it in front of Zhu Mingyao's eyes.

How could you not recognize him?
  Although his appearance has changed a lot, when he couldn't memorize the magic spell, he was slapped on the butt several times by this thing.

Zhu Mingyao took the cane-like thing and stroked it gently in his hand.

The peach wood kao ghost stick is three feet six inches long, dark red in color, with eight seal characters on it: "Thunder Gate Train, Fengdu Kao Ghost", engraved with thunder patterns, and covered with patent leather.

This is Zhang Shouzhong's portable magic weapon that he has used for 20 to 30 years. In order to carry it easily, he transformed it into a walking stick on weekdays.

But now the crutch has been removed and replaced with a round head. The stick body is wrapped in a thin layer of black shark skin, and the tail of the stick is wrapped in silver, giving off a light British style. It has changed from a crutch to a cane.

"Didn't the old man take it away? I remember he was still holding it when we got on the plane."

"That's a spare imitation. Before your master left, in order to make it easier for you to use, he asked us to take the staff and change the style. It's not easy for young people to go out with crutches. It would be much better to change it to a walking stick. You can match it with a small one. The suit should be in retro style." Bai Ziyuan replied.

"He said it would be better to have a shortage of instruments than to have them in excess. This staff is made of a century-old exotic spiritual wood. It is of good quality and is as tough as iron. It can be beaten by humans and ghosts. It has been refined by him for many years. The altar can be used as an auxiliary for practicing magic, and it can also be used as a peach sword and magic whip. It has many wonderful uses and is enough for you to use."

The young man was a little touched. Such portable magical artifacts are usually passed down by practitioners when they die and pass away. The old man was really doing him a favor.

He picked up the stick, shook his wrist, and swung the stick gracefully.

This feel is cool!
  What boy can resist a good, straight stick?

If there had been such a stick back then, all the rapeseed flowers within ten miles of him would have been disciplined to bow their heads!

Bai Ziyuan sat on the chair and rested for a while, then stood up and patted the dust on his body and said:
  "You can organize the things yourself. Only 30% of the materials will be moved today. The rest will be stored in the Hualian warehouse first. When you are done with it, just take the note and pick it up. I will leave first if I have something to do in the afternoon."

"What are you busy with? It's almost noon. Let's go to dinner first. I'll treat you." Although Zhu Mingyao was not very good at socializing in his previous life, he still understands basic human sophistication.

"What's good for dinner? I'm going to Hollywood in the afternoon. My family has invested in a TV series there. I'm one of the people in charge of interviews. I heard that there will be many young girls going, hehe..."

There was a bit of lewdness in Bai Ziyuan's laughter, and even his handsome appearance became a bit lewd.

If these words were posted on the Internet in the boy's previous life, they would definitely attract a group of little X-girls with watermelon heads to attack him and win the honorific title of the man with the lower head.

However, in this era, PC consoles have not yet been widely popularized, Internet folk customs are still relatively simple, and there are not so many well-fed people boxing randomly. No matter how arrogant Bai Ziyuan is, as long as it is consensual, he will be punished at most. Some people called him a playboy.

Zhu Mingyao stood up and sent him out of the house. Bai Ziyuan walked to the car and suddenly slapped his head, turned around and said:
  "The information you asked me to collect last time is almost finished. When will you ask someone to send it over?"

　During the holidays, I only wrote a few hundred words in a few days (￣.￣)
  　　
  　
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