The sunlight was faintly discernible.
Time passed by bit by bit. Ying Lou looked at the pitiful bit of sulfur and saltpeter and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It seemed that he could only personally find some Taoist temples to refine pills. He pulled Mengmeng and prepared to leave. Perhaps God really had eyes. An old Taoist walked over and said that he had everything he wanted! However, he had to go to the Taoist temple with him to get it.
The old Daoist's Daoist temple was very remote, and it was very troublesome to take a detour. Most importantly, according to Ying Lou's knowledge, there should be an array around the old Daoist's Daoist temple!
Ying Lou had to be more careful.
After all, the Mo Family and the Daoist School were on good terms. Who knew that this old Daoist…
Therefore, he waited outside with Mengmeng and asked the old Daoist to go get it. The old Daoist smiled and turned around to enter the array. A few minutes later, he came out with a big bag of things and threw it to Ying Lou! Ying Lou took a look. Whoa, he had to admit that this old Daoist was amazing. These things were quite pure. Moreover, they looked like they were freshly made. They were definitely good things!
He threw a gold coin to the old Daoist priest and left with Mengmeng.
He had a very bad feeling that this old Daoist wasn't that simple.
Since he had the saltpeter and sulfur, he quickly gathered the rest. He found a relatively quiet inn to stay in, closed the door, and began to develop his own black gunpowder! The saltpeter, charcoal, and sulfur were all crushed into powder. 15% charcoal, 15% sulfur, and 70% saltpeter. If he remembered correctly, this seemed to be the case. Unfortunately, after trying several times, the expected effect was not achieved. This made him have to think deeply about the problem...
The sun gradually set in the west. Ying Lou experimented again and again. The gunpowder finally ignited with a sizzling sound. It burned with a whoosh, causing him to reveal a faint smile. Finally, his hard work paid off!
The black gunpowder had been made. He took out a few eggs. He only wanted the egg white, not the egg yolk, and stirred them gently!
He used the egg white to make it into granules and kept filtering it. He did not want the too big granules and did not want the too small granules. The size of a grain of rice was just right. Then, he put it into a small clay pot and added sharp sword fragments to increase its lethality. He used the hollow grass to make a lead and inserted it into the center. Then, he found turtle glue and fish glue to seal it…
After making twelve of them, Ying Lou brought Mengmeng to the wilderness outside the city.
Ignite it and throw it!
Boom!
The earth shook and the mountains shook. Countless snowflakes fell.
Her ears were ringing. Little Mengmeng's eyes were wide open. She blinked her little eyes and looked at the small black pit. This…this power seemed a little shocking! These useless things could actually…actually produce such great power? And this was only one. If twelve were thrown out at the same time, wouldn't it really be like what Big Brother said, flattening the mountain winds and cutting the rivers in an instant? Her emerald eyes were filled with stars as she looked at Ying Lou with admiration.
"Big brother, you succeeded? You're amazing! This thing is so powerful!" Little Mengmeng praised.
“……”
Ying Lou smiled slightly. Although it wasn't the first time she praised him, Ying Lou still felt that it was not bad. It was always good to have an admirer. At this time, he needed someone to share his joy, even though Mengmeng was just a little loli!
However, apart from the joy in his heart, he also felt a little emotional because this 'black gunpowder' had evoked his memories. His formula came from his uncle, and his uncle knew how to make black gunpowder! He still remembered that when he was young, his uncle would often make his own musket and carry it on his back. He would bring him up the mountain to hunt pheasants and even make a 'chain gun' for him with diluted musket. The sound of the chain gun was very clear. At that time, the 'chain gun' could be considered to have made him stand out among his friends!
Since this black gunpowder was feasible, then Ying Lou made five relatively large bombs in a row.
Aren't you, Six-fingered Black Swordsman, a martial artist?
I'd like to see if your martial arts is better or my bomb is better!
With a trump card, he no longer needed to hide anxiously. Ying Lou slept very soundly that night!
The next day.
Ying Lou brought Mengmeng to finish breakfast and hurried on their way. He had thought that the first one to find him would be the Six-fingered Black Swordsman. He had already made all the preparations! However, out of Ying Lou's expectations, the first person to find him was actually an old Daoist! The Daoist priest was wearing a light gray Daoist robe with a huge Yin and Yang pattern on his body. He walked over calmly, looking like a celestial being. His eyebrows were swaying, and his long white beard was gently swaying in the wind.
His movement technique was very exquisite. He seemed to be far away, but he was floating and walking very slowly. However, he could step on the snow without leaving a trace and arrive in an instant. He could almost reach the feeling of teleportation! Ying Lou couldn't help but become serious. This person wasn't easy to deal with. He had probably entered the integration of Heaven and man!
Mengmeng was a little afraid when she saw this old man. She grabbed Ying Lou's clothes and hid behind him.
" Mengmeng, go to the side first…" Ying Lou whispered and took out two big bombs.
"Big brother?" Looking at the bomb in Ying Lou's sleeve, Xiao Meng couldn't help but reveal a look of shock, worry, and hesitation.
The cold wind blew against his face.
Ying Lou silently calculated how he should attack to maximize the power of the bomb.
The Taoist priest bowed slightly.”
"Even the Daoists are moving out?" Ying Lou sneered. You really think highly of me. I wonder which expert you are from the Heaven Sect or the Human Sect?”
The old Daoist smiled." Young hero, don't be nervous. I'm Tianzong Chi Songzi. I mean no harm!"”
Ying Lou snorted coldly. Just as he was about to reply sarcastically, he suddenly restrained his expression and had a flash of inspiration. He turned around and looked at the weak and pitiful Mengmeng behind him! What the…No way?
Zhuang Sheng dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor's spring heart will be entrusted to the cuckoo!
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