Chapter 350: The advent of gunpowder

Style: Heros Author: A fat boy who wants to be strong all his lifeWords: 2361Update Time: 24/01/12 04:38:36
Qin Feng, led by the people from the Shengongfang, entered the refining room that the old man mentioned.

At a glance, it can be said that everything is there.

He nodded with satisfaction, and then took out the things he had prepared in advance.

First, wear a piece of thin armor just in case, and then wear an iron armor jacket to be prepared. A helmet is naturally indispensable, and shields on both sides make it more secure.

Lan Ningshuang showed a surprised look: "Uncle, what exactly do you want to do with this look?"

I saw that Qin Feng had protected himself tightly, making it watertight.

But the problem also arises. In this way, he can't use his hands and feet to refine gunpowder!

Qin Feng glanced at his hands that were unable to move, sighed helplessly, and took off all the equipment, leaving only a piece of thin armor.

Not long after, someone brought the materials he needed and placed them on the stone table in the weapon refining room.

The main ingredients of gunpowder are sulfur, saltpeter and charcoal. There are many things involved and the proportions are also very particular.

A slight mistake would be dangerous.

Qin Feng took a deep breath and mobilized the righteous energy in his body to protect his whole body. If the gunpowder reaction was out of control, he could immediately use the Haotian Mirror to resist part of its power.

Lan Ningshuang on the side asked: "Uncle, what can I do for you?"

Qin Feng thought for a while and said: "Stand behind me. If I shout "help", you will pull me away immediately. "

Lan Ningshuang Kazilan's big eyes were full of doubts, but she still nodded solemnly.

And Qin Feng also devoted himself seriously to the experiment of studying gunpowder.

Three days passed. In the lobby of Qin Mansion, Er Niang asked curiously: "Why haven't you seen Feng'er in the past few days?"

Qin Jian'an took a sip of porridge and replied: "Maybe he is busy with something. The child is old and he has a sense of what to do. Moreover, this is Fengtian City. If there is any danger, don't worry."

"How can you say that? Fengtian City must be safe. What if Feng'er provokes someone who shouldn't be provoked?

Master, you are like this, you don't care about anything, that's why the Qin family gradually declined. " Erniang looked reproachful.

"It's not Madam. How much does the decline of the Qin family have to do with me?" Dad had a hard time explaining.

The second brother on the side was holding a steamed bun and chewing it, looking like he was watching the fun.

At this time, Liu Jianli, who was dining with him, said softly: "Ningshuang said that the gentleman is refining something in the divine workshop and cannot leave."

"I see, I'm telling you why sometimes I see Ningshuang coming back in a hurry, bringing a few new clothes, and then leaving in a hurry.

But what on earth were they doing, and why was Ningshuang's face so dark when she came back? "

Liu Jianli shook his head slightly: "I don't know that."

In the refining room, Qin Feng's eyes were bloodshot. Facts have proved that knowing the formula of gunpowder is one thing, but wanting to refine it is another.

He hasn't slept for three days and nights, constantly adjusting the ratio of various materials.

However, hard work always pays off. From the beginning, there will only be a puff of smoke, but later on, sporadic sparks of the explosion can already be seen.

Moreover, the power of this spark is still growing. I believe that after a few more experiments, he can refine gunpowder with a certain power!

"Uncle, have a sip of tea and rest." Lan Ningshuang said with concern.

"Okay." Qin Feng took the tea and drank it without caring that his face was black and gray.

Taking advantage of this time, Lan Ningshuang wiped his face carefully with a towel soaked in water, and said distressedly: "Uncle, what on earth are you trying to refine, why are you so sleepless?

I heard people from Shen Gongfang say that if you want to refine something new, you need to explore it over many years, and you can't rush it. "

Qin Feng's expression froze when he heard this.

It didn't take such a long time. After all, he had previous experience. It was only because he had enrolled in liberal arts and lacked theoretical knowledge.

"The physics teacher is right

, learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and you are not afraid of traveling all over the world. I still blame myself for being too young back then.

Who said that if a man enrolls in liberal arts, he will definitely have a girl?" Qin Feng sighed in his heart.

After shaking his head, he explained: "The number of human races is not large, but the Daqian people are very precious about their own affairs, so only one out of ten people actually enters Taoist practice.

Even if the three kendo masters formed a kendo alliance, increasing the number of human divine warriors would not be something that could be accomplished overnight.

The thing I want to refine is called gunpowder. If it is successfully developed, even ordinary people will be able to fight against monsters and ghosts.

If that time comes, the human race may be able to change the current situation. "

It turns out that everything my uncle did was for the sake of the human race

"I understand. I will stay with you until my uncle makes that gunpowder."

"good."

"Sulfur, coarse charcoal powder, bamboo root, tung oil. Mash into powder and melt the oil together.

Saltpeter, sulfur, and carbon, two to one to one. " Qin Feng muttered in his mouth, and then continued to fuse these things.

He could feel that he was almost successful.

When the final ingredients were put in and the fire burned, the reaction was stronger than before!

His spirit was in a trance for a moment, and a picture flashed in his mind, and the scene in that picture was this weapon refining room.

The fire surged and the powerful explosion engulfed him whole!

The heat hit her face, and Lan Ningshuang noticed something unusual, which was the martial artist's keen sense of danger.

Qin Feng came back from his trance. The scene just now was probably the ability of a literati in the hexagram destiny realm to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune!

He didn't have time to think too much and shouted hurriedly: "Help!"

When Lan Ningshuang heard the sound, she immediately grabbed his back collar and jumped back.

At the same time, a strong fire flashed, followed by the roar of an explosion.

This power greatly exceeded Qin Feng's expectations. He did not dare to neglect it, mobilized the righteousness in his body, and set up the Haotian Mirror in front of the two of them.

The power of the explosion was accompanied by the scorching fire. Qin Feng was like a small boat in the stormy waves, and could be swallowed up at any time.

If he hadn't been protected by a soft body behind him, he would have been directly hit by the impact and hit the wall!

boom!

In the Shen Gongfang, the ground shook.

"what sound?"

"Which waste exploded in the furnace again?"

Everyone in the courtyard stopped what they were doing and looked at the source of the explosion.

"Wait a minute, that refining room seems to be where Master Qin is staying!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked and rushed to the attic.

The hard floor on the first floor is already covered with dense cracks, and the door to the refining room, the hardest door, has long been shattered like a mirror.

Black smoke billowed out from it, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.

Gong Liang said anxiously: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you hurry in and save Master Qin!"

There was a sound of breaking wind, and old man Yuan Zhai appeared in the hall at some unknown time. He looked at the weapon refining room and frowned.

Without saying a word, he stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the shattered door of the refining room fell apart in an instant.

Just as the old man was about to go in, he heard a cough, and then he saw two dark figures walking out, their true colors completely unrecognizable.

"Master Qin Qin, Miss Lan?" Gong Liang asked tentatively.

Qin Feng, who had narrowly escaped death, did not respond. He breathed the fresh air greedily, then clenched his fists and said excitedly: "It worked, it finally worked!"