Standing in front of the soul-casting furnace, Mr. Wu was ready and began to imbue the gun with soul.
According to Mr. Wu's habit, he usually does the most difficult parts when he is most energetic. But in order to teach his eldest grandson, Mr. Wu decided to do the easy part first, and let his eldest grandson proceed from easy to difficult, step by step.
"Medium engraved cone."
Elder Wu stretched out his hand, and Changsun, who was serving as his assistant, accurately handed the soul-enhancing tool that Elder Wu needed into his hand.
Mr. Wu took the carved awl and was about to take action when he suddenly hesitated for a moment and then handed the carved awl to his grandson.
"Light pen."
The eldest grandson took the carving awl and handed it to Mr. Wu the spiritual light pen.
There are usually dozens of soul-imbuing tools. If it is a large-scale talisman array, there can be hundreds of tools used. Therefore, being able to deliver tools accurately and quickly as an assistant is also a basic and difficult job.
Just as Changsun was about to put the awl back in place, Mr. Wu suddenly said, "I'll mark it with a spiritual pen later, and you can use the awl to engrave it."
Changsun was stunned for a moment and immediately understood Mr. Wu's intention.
The function of the aura pen in soul-imbuing is to mark. In the soul-imbuing master's perception, the traces drawn are as bright as fluorescence in the dark night. Marking and then inscribing can reduce mistakes and errors.
But with Mr. Wu's ability, he couldn't use the spiritual light pen at all. Although the design of the gun is relatively complex, for a master soul-imbuer like Mr. Wu, a carved awl is enough.
What Mr. Wu did was equivalent to teaching Sun Fuhun step by step.
The eldest grandson nodded and dismissed all distracting thoughts.
When the infusion of soul begins, Wu Lao writes like a god, with an almost rigid precision and a very poetic beauty.
The eldest grandson no longer cared to appreciate this seemingly contradictory but harmonious scene. At this time, he tried his best to keep up with Mr. Wu's spiritual pen.
"Concentration should not be on the hands, but on the carving awl." Mr. Wu gave instructions to his eldest grandson from time to time.
Changsun continued to adjust his condition according to Mr. Wu's guidance and gradually got better.
Mr. Wu nodded secretly, the eldest grandson was indeed a malleable talent.
"Huh." Changsun let out a long sigh of relief.
Although it is only the simplest part, Changsun can complete it even without Mr. Wu, but he cannot do it so quickly and perfectly.
What the two of them had just completed was the talisman formation on the gun butt. Since the gun butt was the largest part of the many parts of the gun, it was not difficult to imbue it with soul. The only difficulty is that Changsun split the gun stock into two parts. Now half of the gun stock is completed, and the other half needs to be exactly the same and connected at the interface exactly.
Without rest, the two continued to engrave the other half.
Because there are professional soul-imparting tools like the soul-taking mirror, the trajectory of the half of the gun stock talisman array that was just engraved can be perfectly illuminated on the other half. However, during the inscription process, the depth of the talisman array that needs to be inscribed and other aspects are What cannot be reproduced with the help of the soul-capturing mirror can only be controlled by the soul-imbuing master himself.
Changsun was responsible for the inscription, and Mr. Wu was supervising and guiding.
As time goes by, the soul of each component is completed.
Changsun gradually entered the state, and Mr. Wu completely left the simple parts to Changsun, who guided him from the side.
Mr. Wu is very satisfied with the speed of his eldest grandson's growth.
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"The next step is the most difficult part." Mr. Wu breathed a sigh of relief.
After concentrating for such a long time, even Mr. Wu felt a little tired.
"Going to the barrel."
After Mr. Wu adjusted his condition, he put his spiritual power into the barrel of the gun, while Changsun was responsible for controlling the barrel of the gun for Mr. Wu.
"Float shots."
Among the many soul-imparting tools, Changsun controlled a tiny golden needle to fly into the soul-casting furnace.
Mr. Wu took the flying mosquito needle and entered the gun barrel.
As a key part of the gun, the barrel cannot be divided into two parts like the butt, so the barrel talisman can only be engraved from the inside.
The tiny flying mosquito needle worked accurately under Mr. Wu's control.
As time passed by, a layer of fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Mr. Wu's forehead.
"It's done." Mr. Wu exhaled a thick breath.
Changsun did not answer, but directly started working on the final components.
Under the witness of Mr. Wu, the first gun in Kyushu Continent was forged.
Changsun held an assault gun in his hand and felt excited.
Mr. Wu was also looking forward to it and urged his eldest grandson.
"Try, try."
Changsun nodded, took a gun-holding posture, positioned the attack on his right shoulder, lowered his head, held his chest, loaded the weapon, aimed, and fired.
In the weapon refining workshop, there was a low explosion, and the assault in Changsun's hand spurted out a stream of fire. A bullet with red light drew a straight line in the air at an extremely fast speed, and hit a piece of the body in front of the two people. On the purified black iron.
A round and regular small hole appeared on the black iron.
Changsun mentioned Xuantie. There was a small pit behind Xuantie, but there was no shooting hole.
"The black iron that can penetrate two inches of black iron is still purified black iron! The power is already amazing enough." Elder Wu said.
"Yes, and although the bullet failed to penetrate the ground behind the black iron, the impact caused by it left a shallow pit on the ground. The effect was beyond my imagination. Such power is enough to threaten a warrior in the magician realm. ." Changsun couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart.
Mr. Wu was also a little excited, but still calmly analyzed: "The power is indeed enough, but at the speed just now, a warrior in the magician realm has a certain chance of dodging or blocking when he is on guard. Is it possible? Improve the talisman array and make the bullets faster?"
The eldest grandson was also lost in thought.
"No, with the conditions of the current materials used in the assault, if the speed is increased, the explosive force generated will explode the chamber instantly. Even if the material plan is improved to make it stronger, the huge recoil generated will be unbearable by ordinary non-warriors." Changsun Denied.
"Indeed, the current talisman array is already in a delicate balance. If you want to simply increase the speed of the bullet by activating the whole body, you need to consider the long term." Mr. Wu nodded.
"Yes, it is just the initial trial version now. We will collect the data during later use. Then we will be able to develop more models based on these data, ones with greater power, longer ranges, ones that provide accuracy for gunners, etc. We can try to forge various types of guns." Changsun became more and more excited as he thought about it.
Mr. Wu's eyes also lit up. He never expected that what Changsun's two guns represented would create a genre.
"Go, go, go practice quickly. When the time comes, give me the usage data as soon as possible." Mr. Wu eagerly pushed his eldest grandson out of the weapon refining workshop.
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Early the next morning, Changsun came to Zhichunting with Assault and Traces on his back.
Unexpectedly, Siqin had already left Zhichunting in the early morning.
"Siqin went to the trial tower to practice?"
When the eldest grandson was told by the housekeeper that Si Qin went to the trial tower to practice, he still had a trace of disbelief in his heart.
"Yes, Mr. Changsun, but before the young lady leaves, please tell me that if the young master comes to visit, please move to the trial tower."
The eldest grandson nodded, then bowed to the butler and said goodbye.
Walking on the way to the trial tower, there were many students in the same direction. Although it was still early, the students felt a lot of pressure because the Shenwu Cup was approaching.
Arriving at the Trial Tower, students outside the tower had already lined up at the entrance.
During the two years that Changsun was in Qingteng, he did not come to the trial tower many times, and most of them came to attend the academy courses.
It's not that Changsun looks down on the Trial Tower, but the contribution points required by the Trial Tower are really too much. Most of Changsun's contribution in the past two years has been spent on the Sutra Pavilion and Hualian Pond.
"Master Lin, I met you again." The two classmates behind Changsun chatted while queuing.
"Yes, Mr. Duan, are you here too?" The young man named Lin responded with a smile.
The young man surnamed Duan smiled bitterly and said: "How dare you not come? I heard that several perverts from the second year class are living in the trial tower. How dare we, the three-year old students, not work hard."
The young man surnamed Lin shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then said: "Then you are wrong. It's not just you who want to work hard. Others can afford to live in the trial tower, but we may not be able to afford it."
When the young man surnamed Duan heard this, his laughter was worse than crying.
"It's true. This trial tower is charged by the hour. It consumes 10 contribution points per hour. According to my original plan, I come to the trial tower twice a week and practice for an hour at a time. This will consume 20 contribution points per week, which is about a month. Spending 80 contribution points, 1,000 contribution points a year is basically enough. As a first-year and second-year student, I lived frugally and worked hard, but I only managed to save less than 2,000 contribution points. I thought I could live a life as a third-year student. To be cool, who would have thought that my contribution points have already been used up in just over a month. Now I understand what it feels like when my senior brothers always told me in the past, 'You will regret less when your contribution points are used up.'" The relationship between the two is obviously good. The boy surnamed Duan started crying to the boy surnamed Lin.
But who would have thought that Mr. Lin was even more miserable and said: "You are really amazing for being able to save 2,000 contribution points. I have squandered all my contribution points a long time ago. Fortunately, you can enter the trial tower for money, although it is expensive. Yes, it’s 30 copper coins an hour, but it’s worth it.”
Mr. Duan shook his head again and said: "Young Master Lin, your family is well off and can afford your consumption. My family is a branch in the family and it really cannot afford my cultivation. This is the only father who still writes letters every day. , I don’t expect that I can become a peerless warrior in the future, and I can make a living with this status, and work as an official in our small mercenary association, or else I can make a living in the mercenary group."
Mr. Lin also shook his head and said with empathy: "It's not that easy for a peerless warrior. Cultivation is a bottomless pit. Some people can only achieve the realm of a charioteer with the efforts of a clan. It's okay in a small place, but in Lieyang City In a place like this, one in the realm of charioteers really wouldn’t dare to call himself a master.”
"Now think about it, those who can live in the trial tower and practice are either monsters or wealthy families, otherwise they would not dare to practice like this."
"Yes, those monsters must have at least five or six thousand contribution points to dare to spend so much..."
Changsun listened to the conversation between the two and secretly sighed in his heart. He didn't expect that a warrior who seemed to be so glorious to ordinary people would also have so many difficulties.
In the final analysis, whether they are warriors or ordinary people, they are all human beings first and they all need to run for a living.
This is the true appearance of the mainland. The practice of warriors is to go against the will of heaven. Some people draw their swords to ask the gods, while some people draw their swords just to make a living.
This is the appearance of all living beings of warriors, and it is also the various forms of human beings in Jiuzhou.
