Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 101 98. Technical House (Part 2) [19100]

   "How did you think of using gunpowder like this?"

  In the third prince’s room, on the mahogany wooden table that was riddled with holes, drawings, woodworking utensils, and unfinished handwork were all piled aside.

  Another servant came in to clean up the ground, and also offered fragrant tea.

  The third prince also changed his clothes, sat at the table, and asked Jiang Xia curiously.

   "There used to be mortal craftsmen who wanted to injure the enemy with gunpowder, but what they did was to gather gunpowder together to make a big firecracker.

   is enough to scare people, but obviously not on the battlefield.

  And this precise gunpowder ratio, how did you find it?

Is    tried out again and again? "

  Shi Rui is obviously a curious baby.

   Just as Taishou Hong said, his silly nephew has a keen interest in all organs, even when he is talking, he can't relax, he flexibly disassembled the revolver in his hand and wiped it with a handkerchief.

  He obviously likes this delicate thing.

   "I am also a scholar of Sufferwood, I am not afraid of you laughing at the third prince. I didn't know anything about these before."

   Jiang Xia drank tea and said to Shi Rui:

  "It’s because I had a hard time before, or if I was lucky, and went to another secret realm without aura, I learned this. I am probably naturally good at this, so I learned quickly."

   "Oh? People over there in the secret realm? Ascended ones."

  Shi Rui raised his head, widened his eyes and said:

  "Do they all use this kind of mechanical weapon over there?

  If there is no aura and no monk, it would be really powerful to use this weapon. I also heard Maolin say that when you killed the thief Liu Ruyi, you used a magic weapon?

Is    also from there?

  Oh, by the way, don’t call me the third prince, call me Shi Rui. "

  He waved his hand, he didn't care, he just stared at Jiang Xia, longing for the answer.

   "Don't mention the problem."

  Jiang Xia put down the tea cup, her face tangled, spread her hands, and said to Shi Rui:

  "I brought that powerful gun back from the secret realm. I used it once, but the local city **** said it was a magic weapon. I had to go to the city **** temple to explain it clearly after a while.

  But the gun has been destroyed.

  I can't do it anymore, and there is no spiritual energy on it. God knows how the fairy alliance judges the difference between this magic weapon and the mortal weapon. "

   "Ah, this is a pity."

  Hearing that the gun that can penetrate several defensive weapons has been destroyed, Shi Rui suddenly looked melancholy. He said to Jiang Xia:

  "I am also very curious whether this gunpowder weapon can match the monk’s magical weapon. When I was young, I also asked the master.

  And the standard for the fairy alliance to judge a magic weapon is to see if it can harm the monk.

  This actually has nothing to do with whether there is aura or not.

  My Moshuangshan is good at making artifacts, all kinds of magical artifacts, magic weapons, even spirit treasures, there are in the mountain gate, I am fairly familiar with this. "

   "No way? Such a rough standard?"

   Jiang Xia blinked and said:

  "Then I took a knife and stabbed it while the monk was not paying attention. He bleeds. Doesn't that mean that my knife is also a magic weapon?

   Tell me about the specific division, I am very curious about this. "

   "Not as rough as you think."

  Shi Rui laughed, this good-tempered fairy disciple patiently explained:

   "Although there have been cases where monks were injured and attacked to death by mortals before, the great powers of the Immortal League have seen this issue very thoroughly.

  They did not stipulate that the one that could hurt the monk must be the magic weapon.

  This depends on the specific situation.

  However, where there is a monk who is successful in cultivation, how easy is it to be attacked by mortals? If he is really injured, it can only be said that the monk is not good at learning.

  Xianmeng does not care.

  As for the magic weapon, the difference between magic weapon and spirit treasure, this is the case. "

  He thought for a while, took out something that looked like a small compass from his pocket, put it in front of Jiang Xia’s eyes, and said:

  "This is what the master gave me to self-defense. It is called the earthen plate. It is a magic weapon. It is powered by spirit stones. It can also be used by a waste monk like me.

  As for the magic weapon, the simplest judgment is.

  They don't need to be activated by spirit stones, and they can have various magical effects by infusing them with spiritual power.

  There are many kinds of magic instruments in each realm, and most of them are for one-time use, with a single effect. The magic weapons are even rarer, and they can be used repeatedly without the need to divide them. Generally, they only use the lower, middle, and upper three ranks. "

  He said to Jiang Xia:

   "Any disciple of the inner sect in Mo Shuangshan can practice instruments. Don't think I am a mortal, but with the tools that Master gave me, I can also make some instruments for practicing Qi.

  But the magic weapon is not something that everyone can do. Not only is the structure very complicated, it is difficult to understand, and it is not driven by its own spiritual power, and it is impossible to engrave the magic talisman.

  Not to mention, even if it is a low-grade magic weapon, there are at least a hundred five-element ink symbols on it, and it must use its own spiritual power to adjust the conflicts of various materials during production.

  Only monks above the real world can master the crafting techniques of magic weapons.

   However, a genius like Senior Brother Chu Qiao made a magic weapon in the Qi training realm, and through the realization of the magic weapon, he broke through the realm of existence.

   is really enviable. "

  Hearing this, Jiang Xia glanced calmly at her right hand.

  The blue silk armor is in his own hand. Of course, in order to cover people's eyes, Jiang Xia was on the wasteland and painted it black with spray paint.

  If you don’t look carefully, it's like ordinary black gloves.

  Chu Qiao lost his magic weapon, and probably wouldn't be able to publicize it with much fanfare, so Shi Rui in front of him certainly didn't know that the person opposite him had a low-grade magic weapon in his hand.

   "What happened to Lingbao?"

   Jiang Xia asked again.

   There was a touch of desire and awe on Shi Rui’s face at this meeting. He took a sip of tea before he said:

   "Lingbao, that is the end of our Mohist craftsmanship.

  It is different from the magic weapon, it is really used by the great monk. The monks below the spiritual realm can use their spiritual power, and they can't even activate it.

  And the difficulty of its production, according to the master, it is difficult to understand the operation mode of Lingbao’s power if you cannot cultivate the gods or even understand the drawings. The materials used to make it are rare in the world.

  Master said that the reason why Lingbao is called Lingbao is because it has spirit. After it is made, it needs to be practiced and can only be used after being connected with the monks.

  Dharma tools, magic weapons, can be used in rough sacrifices, not very picking people.

  But Lingbao is different. Even if you are lucky, you have picked up a Lingbao.

  If the imprints made by the monks are still there, you won’t be able to use them. It is said that the upper-middle-grade spirit treasures can even give birth to a natural aura like a spirit."

  Shi Rui pursed her mouth and said:

   "To be honest, I can't imagine the charm of such psychic things, and nowadays, in the world of cultivation, not every sect has Lingbao, but the 33 sects of the Immortal League are said to have their own Lingbao.

  There is also the treasure of the town.

  Even a monk, it’s hard to see once in thousands of years. "

   "That is to say, Moshuang Mountain is also there? Have you seen it?"

   Jiang Xia asked.

  Shi Rui nodded, then shook his head, and said with regret:

   "My Moshuang Mountain is famous for its craftsmanship. Naturally, there are Lingbao. It is said that there are three.

  One piece is a sword weapon, used for attacking.

  One is a transportation vehicle, which is said to be made by the master himself, and the last one is the original Mo Jing recording the various treasures and techniques of the Mo family.

  That is also the treasure of the Moshuangshan Town faction, the seal of the head.

  Unfortunately, I don’t have that blessing. I have never seen any of them, but Master has many magic weapons in his hands, so I have seen more. "

   "Oh, yes, it is said that you Moshuang Mountain is the inheritance of the Mo Family Immortal Clan that was destroyed hundreds of years ago. I forgot about it."

   Jiang Xia rubbed his chin and said something.

  His gaze was looking up and down on Shi Rui, a handsome man, watching him carefully wipe the revolver, which was probably given to him by Hong Taishou.

   is obviously a masterpiece handmade by Malt.

  Lao Jiang didn't know what he thought of, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

   "Ahem, don't wipe that one. I sold that one to my customers. Although it is a fine product, it is a lot worse in terms of exquisiteness.

  Look at me. "

  Speaking, Jiang Xia took out a handful of black Colt from the waist of the gown and handed it to Shi Rui.

  The latter's eyes lit up, and he immediately took it in his hand, holding it in his hands, and looked over and over. This gun is a classic Colt 1911 style.

  The exterior is simple and atmospheric, but the interior is exceptionally sophisticated. In terms of complexity, it is definitely much stronger than the revolver.

  "Click, click"

   Two soft sounds, under Jiang Xia's stunned gaze, Shi Rui disassembled the pistol without a teacher, and he was indeed the Mo family of Mo Shuangshan.

  In less than two minutes, the pistol was disassembled into various parts.

  The spring, barrel, launcher, trigger, and magazine are all taken apart.

  Jiang Xia didn't even see what he was using. He even took off the small screws that combined the gun body. You could vaguely see that it was a ring on Shi Rui's finger.

  There was light shining for a moment, and like a screwdriver, he took off the small objects.

   "This is great!"

  Shi Rui rubbed his hands in excitement and looked at the table of parts in front of him. He was as happy as an **** man who saw no traces of the big beauties. It could be seen that the third prince really liked this.

  But the education I received from childhood is very good.

   Let him maintain his demeanor even when he is extremely happy.

  "Why don't you sell this kind of firecracker to my uncle?"

  Shi Rui picked up the spring, looked in front of him, and said:

   "Although it is the first time I have seen it, I have already felt that the power of this thing is much more powerful than that of the continuous shooter. Just looking at this projectile, the number of shots will be more than six."

   "Isn't this gradual?"

  Jiang Xia maintained that smile, like watching a child, watching Shi Rui, who is about his age, sorting out the parts, holding the tea cup, he said slowly:

  "With the craftsmanship of your uncle's craftsman, it is difficult to imitate the revolver and bolt-action gun. If I give him this semi-automatic pistol, it will be too difficult and too difficult for him to imitate it.

  I think for the sake of customers. "

"Um?"

   Shi Rui's expression suddenly changed. The prince was a little awkwardly assembling the pistol, while lowering his head, some did not dare to look at Jiang Xia's eyes.

He says:

  "Do you know that uncle is copying?"

   "As long as I have a bit of a brain, I know the prefect's thoughts. After all, I am a businessman."

   Jiang Xia took a sip of tea indifferently and said:

   "If he does not imitate, I would find it strange.

  Such a military weapon, how can a merchant get stuck in his neck? The prefect is not incompetent, so naturally he has to find a way to grasp the production technology of the musket in his own hands.

   Avoid being controlled by others.

  I can understand, I even agree with it. "

   "Then you. If my uncle learns, he won't ask you to buy it."

  Shi Rui raised his head and curiously said to Jiang Xia:

  " Since ancient times, unique craftsmanship has been very important. For craftsmen, it is the foundation of one's life. Don't you stop it?"

   "I'm not worried at all."

   Jiang Xia took the magazine, ejected a bullet, and played with it in her hand.

  He looked at the third prince and said:

  "Do you want to listen to the truth? Shi Rui."

  (End of this chapter)