Report: This magician says he believes in science

The soldier captain nodded repeatedly when he heard the words, and ran down the tower full of excitement.

Not long after, an old voice came, and a white-haired old man flashed past the entrance of the tower, and appeared in front of Chu Feng after a few steps.

"Master Chu Feng, I heard that you have magical skills about bows and crossbows?" This person is none other than Ming Lao who presided over the divine skills appraisal ceremony for Chu Feng not long ago.

Chu Feng was taken aback when he saw Mr. Ming, and then he suddenly realized.

Didn't the Ming family make their fortunes by relying on the magical art of bows and crossbows? The best bow and crossbow making masters in the entire Tianyang City must be members of the Ming family.

"Old Ming, I just have some ideas." Chu Feng was a little humble, but his eyes lit up, and he said, "I don't know how Master Chu has improved the magic of the bow and crossbow?"

Chu Feng thought for a while, and then said, "Our current bows and crossbows are all single-shot, and all rely on humans to draw the bow and string. The speed is too slow. Once the zombies rush over, there is no time to shoot multiple times."

Old Ming also nodded when he heard the words, what Chu Feng said was the truth.

"So, I want to make a device that can shoot in rapid succession and multiple shots." Chu Feng said.

"Continuous shooting? And multiple shots?" Ming Lao was taken aback, but the eyes of many soldiers beside him lit up when they heard the words.

These soldiers are the actual manipulators of the bow and crossbow, and they are the most qualified to express their views on the slow firing rate of the bow and crossbow.

"Master Chu Feng, are you serious?" Elder Ming also immediately came back to his senses, and instantly understood the horror of Chu Feng's magical technique.

Once this magical technique is successful, the combat effectiveness of the human defense force will soar.

Facing Mr. Ming's disbelief, Chu Feng smiled directly: "You can only know the magic technique after you practice it. Come on, take me to your laboratory, and we will complete this magic technique together."

"Laboratory?" Ming Lao was taken aback, he didn't know what a laboratory was.

"It's the place where you usually study divine arts." Chu Feng explained.

"Oh, I see." Ming Lao suddenly realized, and Dang Shi led Chu Feng down the tower.

A moment later, under the guidance of Elder Ming, Chu Feng came to what he called "the place to study divine arts", and then Chu Feng was dumbfounded.

"This is where you usually study magic arts?" Chu Feng looked at the hall in front of him, a little dazed.

There is only a straw mat and a sculpture of a god in the hall, and nothing else. It is completely different from the "laboratory" in Chu Feng's imagination.

"You usually study the magic of bow and crossbow here?" Chu Feng couldn't help asking.

After getting the affirmative answer from Ming Lao, Chu Feng was speechless for a moment, and couldn't help but shouted in his heart: "You frankly pray to the gods here every day, it's no wonder you can research any magical skills."

Seeing Chu Feng's silence, Old Ming next to him thought that he was not devout enough to serve the gods on weekdays, so he hurriedly asked, "Master Chu, do you see any problems? I have rarely received advice from the gods these years, is it my fault?" Serving the gods is not pious enough?"

"Piety?" Chu Feng smiled coldly, "Do you still remember what I said last time?"

"Which sentence?" Ming Lao was stunned for a moment, then began to think, and then his eyes brightened: "Is it the 'practice is the only criterion for testing truth'?"

"You're not stupid." Chu Feng said coldly.

Elder Ming immediately said seriously: "When we serve the gods, we must always keep in mind every word of the gods."

"I'll go, I'll praise you for being fat, you're still out of breath." Chu Feng was speechless, and said, "You only know how to memorize the teachings of the gods by rote, but have you ever practiced them?"

"Practice?" Ming Lao was taken aback.

Seeing this, Chu Feng's face was covered with black lines, and he was completely speechless about the civilization of this world. He recited a lot of things every day, but never thought about what it meant.

"Practice means actual operation. Didn't I say it last time?" Chu Feng couldn't help but said, "If you really serve the gods, you should turn the teachings of the gods into concrete actions, understand?"

Old Ming seemed to understand the words, Chu Feng was completely speechless, and said directly: "Take me to the place where the Ming family makes bows and crossbows."

"Oh, yes, yes." Ming Lao nodded hastily.

After a while, Chu Feng came to the place where the Ming family made bows and crossbows, and saw more than a dozen carpenter-like masters carefully arranging various materials, including the main beam of the crossbow, the arms of the crossbow, and the tenacious crossbow. bowstring etc.

Chu Feng walked to the side of the main beam of the bow and crossbow, picked up the main beam and looked at it carefully, and then found the trigger of the bow and crossbow, and shook his head more and more.

This workshop is still at the stage of pure manual work, and there is not even a single standardized thing.

In other words, each of the bows and crossbows on the towers of Tianyang City is "unique". If it breaks, there is no way to replace it with parts.

"It's too backward, I can't watch it." Chu Feng sighed again and again in his heart.

"Old Ming, give me paper and pen." Chu Feng said.

Ming Lao nodded repeatedly when he heard the words, and immediately asked someone to fetch a pen and paper.

Chu Feng took the pen and paper, and sighed again in his heart. He had already seen that without his help, the Ming family would only decline in a few years.

There is no other reason, these papers and pens were all found from the ancestral hall of the Ming family to worship the gods, that is to say, when all the magical masters of the Ming family usually study magic arts, they don't even use paper and pens.

On the contrary, when they worship the gods, they often use pen and paper to record and copy the so-called "teachings of the gods".

It's no wonder that such a family doesn't decline.

Chu Feng found a quiet corner, and while looking at the broken parts of the bow and crossbow, he drew and wrote on the paper, and the time passed quickly.

Chu Feng didn't let the members of the Ming family retreat, but let them watch him study magic arts.

It's not that Chu Feng has a big heart. In fact, people in this world don't have professional basic knowledge at all. Even if they watch Chu Feng study divine arts, they can't imitate them at all.

At most, it is to learn a research method, which is good, and can alleviate the so-called "worship of gods" by these people. Maybe in the future, a magician who is really obsessed with scientific research will be born.

When Chu Feng was researching the design of the continuous bow and crossbow, City Lord Ouyang also came. After seeing City Lord Ouyang, Chu Feng just smiled slightly, secretly thinking that City Lord Ouyang has strict control over Tianyang City.

After the arrival of City Lord Ouyang, the city guards directly blocked the entire Ming family.

After all, in the eyes of City Lord Ouyang, Chu Feng is now a god-bestower, and he seems to be a god-bestower who specializes in military magic. His magic skills are top secret and must not be spread outside.

Chu Feng's conception and design lasted for a whole night. It was not until the next day when the sky turned pale that Chu Feng completed the design of the blueprint.

At this time, City Lord Ouyang and Elder Ming immediately surrounded him, especially Elder Ming, the magician, who was just staring at Chu Feng's design drawings, and the flames in his eyes seemed to burst out.

"Hurry up, craftsmen, make parts according to the drawings." Ming Lao immediately gave orders to the craftsmen.

After Chu Feng finished designing the blueprints, he also felt a little tired. Fortunately, his body has been strengthened many times, and his physique is already different from ordinary people. Otherwise, he might die suddenly like in his previous life.

"Master Chu, please move to the guest room and take a rest." Ming Lao hurriedly greeted.

Chu Feng thought for a while, then nodded, and under the guidance of the attendants of the Ming family, he came to the guest room, closed the door and fell asleep.

Just after Chu Feng fell asleep, in a huge city more than 100 kilometers away from Tianyang City, a black shadow suddenly rose into the sky, and continued to rush towards the distance.

At the same time, the gate of this giant city suddenly opened wide, and a group of people galloped out of the gate, rushing directly into the dangerous wilderness.

"The God Bestower in Tianyang City actually realized another magical technique, and according to what Ouyang Laosan said, his magical technique is enough to reverse the disadvantages of our Tang Dynasty and Xi'ao Kingdom in iron weapons." Huge city Among them, a middle-aged man in a green robe had bright lights shining in his eyes, and he looked at the distant sky with burning eyes.

"Kong Fan and Mingying have already led the team out, and they should bring this magician back safely." The middle-aged man in Qingpao thought to himself.