After traveling through time, I became a thorn in the eyes of the sickly prince

An Muxi took a deep breath, grabbed a handful of silver needles from his sleeve and threw them at the gossiping soldiers. The soldiers were stunned for a moment and then fell straight to the ground.

When everyone looked carefully, they found that the three soldiers were all pierced by silver needles.

"Good!" The crowd burst into applause again.

Mu Zili said happily, "An Xin, when did you develop this skill? Also, how come you can take out the silver needle so quickly?"

An Muxi did not respond. When he was learning acupuncture in his previous life, he would throw needles in the air when he had nothing to do. He did not expect that he would become a master at it and could hit anything he pointed at. He picked up a bow and arrow from a soldier and said, "Apart from bows and arrows like this, do we in Daxia have no other long-range attack weapons?"

"No, these bowstrings were made with great difficulty."

Mu Xi frowned slightly, "Have you seen Zhuge Crossbow, the one that can fire ten arrows continuously?" He had played with it in the Science and Technology Museum when he was a child.

"There is such a treasure?" Mu Zili immediately became interested.

An Muxi continued, "If I draw a rough diagram, can the people in your barracks make it?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Master Wei in the barracks is very good at studying weapons. It can be said that he has reached the point of madness." After Mu Zili finished speaking, he pulled Mu Xi towards a barracks not far away.

After taking a few steps, he turned around and looked at the soldiers behind him, "Practice hard for me!"

When he arrived at Master Wei's barracks, An Muxi was shocked to see that the room was filled with various weapon models, from large to small.

Master Wei was a little old man with messy hair, a wrinkled brown robe, and a bruised face, looking funny and ridiculous. He held a needle and thread in his hand, and stared at a piece of cloth with his dark eyes, trying to sew it.

"Master Wei, you jumped off the cliff again yesterday. You wouldn't give up until you died, right?" Mu Zili said in a mocking tone.

Hearing Mu Zili's merciless ridicule, Master Wei immediately raised his head and forced out an ugly smile with his mouth tilted.

"You were beaten with twenty military sticks yesterday, and you came out to humiliate me this morning?" He looked at Mu Xi, "The new little brother, he's really good-looking?"

Mu Xi nodded politely, "Hello, Senior Jiang," his eyes fixed on a large piece of cloth on the table, "Senior, do you want to fly with it?"

"Yes, I've been studying this old guy for a month. Every morning he wears this tattered clothes to climb the mountain, and jumps down from the top. Sometimes he doesn't come back for several days. I'm afraid he will be taken away by a wolf." Mu Zili slowly sat down on the chair.

"Really? I admire Senior Jiang's perseverance and courage." Mu Xi gave Master Wei a thumbs up in his heart. It turned out that ancient people were so obsessed with flying. But this was just a piece of cloth tied around their limbs. He was lucky not to have fallen to death.

"Look how nicely he speaks!" Master Wei threw a shuttle of thread over.

Mu Zilie easily grabbed the shuttle and threw it back, "Hey, old man, An Xin said there is a crossbow that can fire ten arrows in a row. What is it called?" He looked at Mu Xi.

"Zhuge Liannu!" Mu Xi continued to look through the flight suit on the table, "It's hard to keep the balance in this flight suit!!!"

Master Wei's eyes sparkled, "Brother Anxin, do you know how to control your balance and fly farther?"

"Well, I don't know about that, but your flying suit is too dangerous!!!" He was not that stupid yet. If he fell to his death, wouldn't that be an additional crime of torture? He had many parachutes and wing suits in his space. Any one of them could satisfy this old man's dream of flying.

Master Wei carried the flying suit to the shelf on the right with little interest. "The Second Prince is now fighting against the invasion of Tianqi Country, but it is freezing cold and the land is in a low-lying area. It is really difficult for our people to transport some supplies. With this flying suit, it will be much more convenient to deliver food, and we can also fly into the enemy's interior to fight."

Mu Xi comforted him, "Flying clothes can't carry much food unless there is a parachute."

"Parachute?" Master Wei's cloudy old eyes kept changing, and his swollen face and dark circles under his eyes made Mu Xi and Zi Li laugh at the same time.

"Well, it's hard to explain it in a few words. Mr. Wei can try to make a Zhuge Crossbow, which can fire ten arrows in a row, and its combat power is off the charts!"

"Firing ten arrows in a row?" Master Wei finally caught the point of interest, staring at Mu Xi with burning eyes, looking forward to what would happen next.

"Yes, shoot ten arrows in a row to cause greater damage to the enemy!" Mu Xi crossed his fingers and said in an affirmative tone.

"Draw it, little brother, and I'll take a look."

Mu Xi sat on the chair, picked up the brush on the table and started to draw. He drew the Zhuge Crossbow clearly from its appearance to its internal structure. He had disassembled this thing a lot when he was a child, so it was not difficult to draw.

Master Wei stared at every line drawn by Mu Xi, his cloudy old eyes narrowed into a slit.

Mu Zili looked at the Zhuge Crossbow on the paper, his eyes seemed not enough, "Don't worry, if our camp has such a killing weapon, we won't have to worry about invasion by foreign powers. If Grandpa knew you were so capable, he would definitely praise you."

"I don't need praise, as long as Daxia is not bullied by other countries! What other weapons do we have for long-range attacks?"

Master Wei rushed to say, "There is also a catapult. If you smear kerosene on the stone, you can set fire to the enemy, but the distance is only 70 meters. I modified it based on the military books. Originally, it could only reach a distance of 10 meters."

"That's pretty impressive too." Mu Xi praised, and suddenly thought of something, "Oh, by the way, the Zhuge Crossbow can be made into a large one and placed on a chariot. It's very powerful!"

"Yeah!" Mu Zili stared at Mu Xi's fair face lovingly, and he found more and more that this money bag was so smart and seemed to know everything, even though he had grown up with her.

A cool breeze came in.

Rong Shan pushed the door open and walked in, holding a piece of wild boar meat in his hand. There was a big cut on the pork, and the cut was half sewn with black thread. The U-shaped needle for sewing was still hanging on the thread.

"An Xin, little brother. I've been looking for you for quite some time!"

Mu Zili said angrily, "No, Doctor Rong, you come to torture my brother so early in the morning, and we haven't even eaten yet!"

Rong Shan smiled awkwardly, "I would like to ask you about the suture technique in surgery." After that, he put the pork in front of Mu Xi. This An Xin could explain artificial respiration so thoroughly, so he must also understand suture.

Looking at Rong Shan's eager eyes for knowledge, An Muxi suddenly felt that he had come to the right place. "Doctor Rong, wait a moment, the painting will be finished soon." If possible, he would like to pass on his medical skills to the doctors of Daxia to benefit the people.