After Ning Wuyang thought about it seriously, he shook his head.
"I don't know either, but I think it won't be too far before the secret is revealed. So, brother Qin Shi, you have to live longer to know how it works."
The reason for keeping this matter secret is that it cannot give Beidi an excuse to start a war.
But if one day Daxing and Beidi come to war, there is no need to take this into consideration.
But judging from the monopoly on knowledge in this era, ordinary people would not know about this. Dragon Guard leaders like Qin Shi and royal disciples like Zhou Jingxian should educate them to avoid "thunder strikes" .
After Qin Shi thought for a while, he understood why he was talking about this uncertainty, and he couldn't help but look forward to that day.
Zhou Jingxian, on the other hand, thought that she would have the opportunity to ask Grandpa Huang what his reasoning was.
Mr. Ning couldn't tell her, but Grandpa Huang could tell her.
We have to talk to her sooner or later anyway, so what if we let her know in advance?
"Mr. Ning, don't worry, I will definitely not tell anyone about this. But Youchu, does she know about it?"
"You know about revenge, but you don't know about other things."
Ning Wuyan changed his arm and put it under his neck. Unfortunately, he couldn't lie down in another position. He sighed secretly and warned Zhou Jingxian.
"Not only do you have to keep it a secret, but you also have to treat it as if there is no revenge. In addition, what I did at the hunting ground in the northern suburbs does not need to be finished. Don't mess up because you are concerned and leave the direction for others to decipher the secret."
Yuan Guoshi's lightning drawing technique.
He simply uses iron tools to attract thunder and lightning.
Then use the range of their gathering to determine an approximate lightning strike point.
Even with such a simple technique, it is regarded as a symbol of divine envoy by the Beidi people and many countries in the Western Region. It can be seen that Yuan Guoshi's method of attracting thunder must be kept secret from the outside world.
Those people couldn't even crack Yuan Guoshi's simplest method of drawing lightning, let alone his method of using lightning protection techniques to draw lightning at fixed points.
It's not that he underestimated the thinking of the Beidi people, but that he had preconceived ideas, and when those people thought that only gods or divine envoys could control the sky thunder, as long as he didn't leave enough evidence, no one could imagine him. What techniques were used.
Thinking of this, Ning Wuyan put another arm on his neck and let out a long yawn.
"Princess Princess, please give me the set of weapons that I made..."
The words are not finished yet.
Ning Wuyan was really sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.
Zhou Jingxian and Qin Shi on the side didn't feel strange at all when they saw this.
Because the imperial doctor who prescribed the medicine said that Mr. Ning had to recover from his injuries due to lack of rest recently.
In order to ensure that Mr. Ning could get enough rest, drugs to calm the nerves and promote sleep were added to the medicinal soup. After drinking it, it would take effect soon.
"It seems that Doctor Zhang's medical skills are quite good."
Zhou Jingxian took the cushion that had been prepared from the other end of the bed.
Then he took out the arm that was pressed under Ning Wu's neck, stuffed the cushion down, and tried moving Ning Wu's head to make sure it would not hurt his neck, and then he smiled with satisfaction.
alright.
"Mr. Ning, you should go to sleep first and we will talk about the firing of colored glaze after you wake up."
Zhou Jingxian stared at Ning Wuyan's sleeping face for a moment, listening to his long breathing, her mood that was shaken by the thunder gradually returned to calm.
The entire Princess Xian's Mansion also became quiet after busy looking for doctors and medicines.
It is different from the quietness of Xianjun Mansion.
At this time, the Xiyi Pavilion was already in a mess.
on the ground.
The death of Yuan Guoshi aroused doubts from all Beidi people in the city who were not invited to the poetry appreciation party.
Poor Beidi ambassador, he didn't even have time to ask the doctor to look at his eyes, and his words were worn out. He wanted to rush into the Xiyi Pavilion one after another to see with his own eyes those Beidi people who didn't know whether the relics of Yuan Guoshi were true or false. Explain the situation at that time, and use the words of Emperor Daxing to appease people's hearts.
"Master Yuan has ascended. He has a spirit in heaven. I don't want to see everyone so worried about him."
"Don't worry. In order to contribute our final contribution to Beidi, we will definitely send people to the royal court to see this relic left by Yuan Guoshi. Anyone who wants to see it can return to Beidi to see it later. Don't disturb Yuan Guo now. The teacher’s spirit is in heaven.”
"The next Imperial Master? How do I know this? I am just the envoy to Daxing. Don't ask me. Ask the king."
Just when the Beidi chief was busy dealing with others.
In the underground secret passage.
Zhou Yu has successfully cooperated with the Beidi craftsmen to transport back all the sacred iron standing near the high platform.
only.
No matter what Descartes ordered, none of his subordinates dared to move the sacred iron into the cave. They only dared to put them in a narrow secret passage for Descartes to check.
"Flute Messenger, even if you punish us, we will not dare to desecrate these sacred irons."
"Everyone knows that if you break into the place where the divine iron is installed without the permission of the Imperial Master, you will be punished by the gods. Not only will your body die, but your soul will also dissipate. I want to be reincarnated as a rich man in my next life."
"Yes, Flute Messenger, it's the same thing if we check here."
In the eyes of these subordinates, it was really unnecessary for Descartes to expend so much effort and allow them to take the risk of being discovered and bring back these magical irons under the strict supervision of the Daxing Jing Guards.
They personally buried these magical irons near the high platform. Could they not know what happened?
If there is really a problem, it can only be them.
Thinking about it this way, they felt that the Descartes in front of them was not as trustworthy as Ning Shixian from Daxing.
"It's dimly lit here and the space is cramped, so you can't tell much."
Descartes shouted in dissatisfaction.
"Amao, move them into the cave!"
"..."
Amao only hesitated for a moment, then dragged a piece of magic iron inside.
Descarnato asked the leader of the group: "You placed the divine iron in the hunting ground in the northern suburbs, but did you do it according to the instructions of the national master?"
"yes."
"Did Ning Wuyan have doubts about you at that time?"
Suspect?
The little leader of this group of people still has the aroma of Daxing food in his mouth. The young man with a gentle smile flashed in his mind, and he answered very confidently: "There is no doubt. In addition to telling the prince of Jin who oversaw the work, he also treated the craftsmen who were doing the work at that time. Apart from being nice to the workers, he never spoke to us at all, let alone paid attention to us. He only shared his thoughts on how to design the high platform, and the rest was arranged by Prince Jin."
Having said this, the little leader couldn't help but ask Descartes.
"Flute Messenger, you are suspicious. Because we were suspected, that's why the national master failed to control the thunder. Didn't the sky thunder kill Ning Shixian?"
"Don't you have any doubts?"
Descarnato proposed the torture of the soul.
These people are the confidants trained by the Imperial Master.
Using the art of drawing thunder to eradicate Ning Wuchang so that the talented people of Beidi can win, this is God's will from the point of view of the Imperial Master.
Therefore, these people did not doubt the National Preceptor's statement at all. The National Preceptor asked them to take the risk, and they would go even if they risked their lives.
But at this time, the national master was dead, and he still ascended to heaven to serve the gods.
The little leader couldn't help but wonder if the national master wanted to murder Ning Shixian and was summoned to leave because the gods thought he was too involved in human affairs.
At this time, Descartes once again wanted to order them to take risks and even suspected that they were not good at what they did, which was why Ning Wushan survived. Naturally, they were not happy.
"I don't think you, Flute Messenger, need to doubt this. If Ning Shixian knew what we were doing, he wouldn't have to take the risk and just replace the divine iron with a safe bamboo pole. At that time, the thunder was just a few meters away from Ning Shixian. so close."
The little leader spoke louder and louder, and became more powerful.
"If you were the Flute Messenger, would you let those magical irons continue to stand there and gamble your luck if you knew they were trying to kill you?"
