Zhang Ling packed up the table and took a look at the lychee tree. Unfortunately, because Du Haifan was attracted by flowers, he had to wait another year before he could eat. Then he changed into a set of convenient clothes from the house and walked down the mountain.
Passing halfway up the mountain, Yangshan trees guarded the mountain all day long as if they were cultivating. He saw someone coming down the mountain. He didn't know why. He forgot about it soon after he came down the mountain. The people on the mountain all remembered it clearly. They stuck the iron rods on the ground and bowed their hands. : "Junior brother, if you go here, your martial arts fortune will be prosperous."
Zhang Ling waved his hand and said: "I will come down the mountain soon. Please help me find Ye Yumi and ask him to wait for me here."
After Yang Shanshu responded, Zhang Ling quickened his pace and hurriedly went down the mountain. First, he asked all the shops in Jinyu City, but there was no such thing as gunpowder. From this, it seems that there is no such thing in this world. It can be seen that the pinnacle of Mohist's mechanism skills is still completely a cold weapon. It is really difficult to imagine the scope of the Mohist family's past foundation, and Zhang Ling has no intention of extending this. On the one hand, he does not want to be the trigger of the war, and he is a sinner in the history books. On the other hand, his original intention is to reach the pinnacle of martial arts. , traveling around the beautiful mountains and rivers all over the world, all they want is to be alone.
There was no ready-made explosive, so Zhang Ling had no choice but to make an explosive by himself based on the description in his memory. He followed the diagram and found various materials in the corresponding store. It was not until noon that Zhang Ling collected all the explosives. He finished it alone at the foot of the mountain before going up to call for help. .
Halfway up the mountain, Yang Shanshu really only remembered "family members" and forgot about "monastics". He actually remembered to ask Ye Yumi to come over.
Yang Shan stood tall and tall, while Ye Yumi, who was found, squatted on the ground bored and helpless, fighting with each other with a branch in his left and right hands.
When the Yangshan tree saw people coming down from the mountain, it shouted loudly: "Hey, come and tell me your name."
Zhang Ling didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he took out the token to show him, then grabbed Ye Yumi and walked back.
Ye Yumi was confused and the other party didn't say a word. When asking someone to do something, you should always speak clearly first.
Zhang Lingsheng forcefully pulled Ye Yumi to the corner of the Prime Minister's Mansion where no one came between, and then explained his purpose: "I will throw this thing into the yard later, and then there will be a loud noise. You listen to the noise and put it I’ll really write down the route in the Prime Minister’s Mansion, and then go back to the academy and get a pen to draw it out, do you understand?”
Ye Yumi nodded and said the question in one sentence: "I won't ask you why you want the map of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but I have to say that I can't draw a map."
Before entering the ice lake, Zhang Ling had already poured cold water on his head and chilled his heart, and reprimanded: "You have such a good hearing, but you can't even draw a map. You are really a second-generation ancestor."
Ye Yumi waved his hands and said helplessly: "I never knew it could be used like this. I have only practiced the Tingfeng braid position, which is used against others."
Zhang Ling calmed down and explained to Ye Yumi bit by bit, first the Feng Shui layout of the capital, finding a route to the master bedroom and study room, and then drawing the location of the lobby and kitchen, where the prime minister would entertain guests that day, There must be a lot of people coming and going in the kitchen. As for the experts in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zhang Ling has no way of knowing where they live and where they will wait for his rabbit. Of course, Zhang Ling only told Ye Yumi. Regarding the drawing matter, we dare not involve one more person in such a big matter. If one more person knows, the risk of leakage will increase.
Zhang Ling breathed a long sigh of relief and asked, "Do you understand?"
Ye Yumi was still a little confused, nodded slightly and said, "I roughly understand."
Zhang Ling asked him to get ready, took out the fire stick, lit it, and threw it into the Prime Minister's Mansion. On this day, the first fire tree and cloud of smoke bloomed in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
A loud noise caused the whole city to be restless. When everyone was looking for the culprit, the two people were already dead.
As the two ran, Ye Yumi couldn't help laughing excitedly: "Zhang Ling, what did you make? It made such a loud noise. It seemed like it exploded when you threw it in. It must be quite powerful. If If used on the battlefield, it will definitely kill everyone. Even if it is used to travel around the world, it will be used as a side weapon. You can pay a price and I, the Ye family, will buy it."
Zhang Ling stared at him coldly and warned: "I will not sell this thing to anyone, and don't tell anyone what happened today, let alone that I made this thing, otherwise your Ye family will not be far away from being destroyed." .”
Ye Yumi quickly kept silent and nodded.
On Kongyao Mountain, Zhang Ling watched Ye Yumiti draw a sketch of the Prime Minister's Mansion with his pen, his face twisted as he started to draw, and before he could finish the drawing, he grabbed it and cursed: "What kind of bullshit is this drawing?" , it’s like a ghost drawing a talisman, can you understand it yourself?”
Ye Yumi spread his hands and smiled: "I don't understand. Didn't I tell you! I can't draw. I drew it because you asked me to draw it. How can you blame me for drawing like this!"
Zhang Ling covered his head and waved him away. Ye Yumi said angrily: "Is it really okay for you to come and leave as soon as I call? After all, I am also the young master of the Ye family. Why do you treat me like a The servants are at your disposal."
Zhang Ling raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Then what else do you want?"
Ye Yumi smiled: "It's not that bad. Even if something like this happens again in the future, remember to call me. It's best if there is a fight. After all, I am also a person who wants to hang out in the world. I don't have any capital, so it's hard to spend it. Go ahead and brag that I am a disciple of the academy."
Zhang Ling nodded and waved him away again. He just meditated until the sunset, looking at the distant sky. His mood calmed down little by little. Then he planned to go to the library to have a look. The guy remembered.
Zhang Ling searched for the library, and when he climbed to the fifth floor, he saw two young people sitting cross-legged by the window playing chess, showing their indescribable literati style.
One of them is Ren Pingsheng, the only scholar in this class, and the other is Jiang Huaiyi, whom Baili Huan'an mentioned when he first came up the mountain. He is also the only master in Chen State who has surpassed ten levels of Go. He regards chess as a person and the chessboard as the world. Deducing thousands of trends, it is known as "Chess Evolution".
Last year, a chess master from the Jin Dynasty played against him. The two played twenty-four games, and they were always tied. Until the twenty-fifth game, Jiang Huaiyi narrowly defeated the chess master's half piece. The reason why it was half piece was because Jiang Huaiyi made the first move. Occupying the advantage of the first stone, the two of them took turns to make the first move at the beginning. The original intention was to guess the opponent first. As a result, Jiang Huaiyi punched the old chess master in the face and grabbed the black stone. This led to the saying that "the academy has no literati", which means that the academy has Scholars, but not civilized people, would never have thought that the dignified Qi Yan, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would use dirty tricks.
Jiang Huaiyi sat upright, with a green crown in his hair, and a handsome face with a starry eyebrow. He was also laid back and laid back leisurely, showing everyone's demeanor, while Ren Pingsheng stooped down from time to time, frowning, showing a bohemian appearance, but it was a pity that he looked like a scholar with fine features.
Ren Pingsheng held the chess piece and thought for a long time before placing it on the chessboard with three fingers. If the world's literati looked at it, they would scold him half to death.
