Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

As an old man, he has ambitions for thousands of miles. At this moment, what Yang Ming saw in Master Cang was a burning flame, a flame burning in his twilight years.

"A weapon of domineering military strategist? That must be very interesting. If you can witness its birth with your own eyes, it will be a good memory decades later." Yang Ming said with a smile.

"You really understand, kid." Master Cang also smiled.

Amidst the laughter of the old man and the young man, the door that had been closed by the snow girl opened with a creaking sound. What appeared in the door frame was no longer the noble girl in brocade and fur robes just now, but a girl in coarse cloth. A farm girl in Mai.

"Snow Girl, you?" Yang Ming looked at Snow Girl who had put on her old clothes. After a moment of shock, he understood what Snow Girl was thinking.

"Brother, I look beautiful dressed like this, don't I?" In Yang Ming's sight, Snow Girl walked towards Yang Ming with the ceremonial steps of a noble daughter of the Zhao Kingdom, and stopped when she reached a foot in front of Yang Ming. Turning in a circle, the dark gray skirt floated gently, adding a bit of aura to this commoner girl.

The snow girl who stopped looked at Yang Ming with shining eyes. She knew that her brother must know why she put on the clothes she wore. She knew that her brother would definitely understand her determination.

My brother will definitely think that Yuki-onna is very sensible, and he will definitely praise me. Thinking of this, the snow girl's eyes couldn't help but bend down, with an expectant smile flowing out of the corners of her eyes.

However, in the expectation of the snow girl, Yang Ming shook his head and said: "No, it's not beautiful at all, it's ugly."

As for Xue Nu's thoughts, Yang Ming knew that no matter how good the brocade clothes and furs on Xue Nu's body just now were, they were just things given to her by Mother Li. No matter how bad the coarse linen clothes she was wearing now, they were the clothes Yang Ming bought for her.

This girl named Snow Girl, although she is young, has already understood many things.

She was using the clothes on her body to tell Yang Ming that she would always follow him and her brother, even if she would always wear such coarse linen clothes in the future, even if she could enter the Li Mansion just by turning around. Own that expensive, beautiful and soft brocade fur.

Although Li's house is good, it is not her home after all. Although Li's mother treats her very well, she is not her relative after all.

"Is it so ugly?" The smile on Xue Nu's little face disappeared instantly, and she wrinkled up in pain.

"She was a stinky girl to begin with, but she has learned to be stinky and beautiful." Yang Ming stepped forward, picked up Xue Nu, pinched Xue Nu's round and small face, and said with a look of disgust.

"No way." The snow girl, whose two short arms naturally wrapped around Yang Ming's neck, muttered, shook her head, and protested in a low voice while breaking away from Yang Ming's fingers on her face.

Xue Nu was a little unhappy. She just felt that the good idea she had thought about for a whole day had been ignored. What made her especially dissatisfied was that Yang Ming didn't notice it.

"Master Cang, let's go." Yang Ming said to Master Cang, ignoring the sulky Xue Nu who was sulking alone.

"It's time to leave a long time ago. You have to know that for people of my age, every quarter of an hour is precious." Master Cang said with his eyes away from Yuki Onna.

Just now, he, who considered himself well-informed, was really surprised by the Yuki-onna's emotion and delicacy.

Under the leadership of Master Cang, Yang Ming came to the foundry in the south of Yanmen City. This place belongs to the county governor's house. Almost all the equipment of the Zhao Kingdom's border army came from here. The batch of pig iron in the hands of Zi Nu was also transported to here.

It was already the deep winter season, but the foundry was filled with heat waves, and the fires were scorching the cold wind, dispelling the winter cold.

Under the leadership of Master Cang, Yang Ming and Xue Nu passed through the fires and came to a courtyard.

In the courtyard, there are several Mohist disciples who are forging sword embryos in front of the fire. Amidst the clanging sounds, sparks are flying. With the cooperation of heavy hammers and light hammers, the simple sword embryos gradually show their own characteristics. Edge.

Among the sword embryos, there was something extraordinarily different. It was a long pole weapon in the army.

The long green pole is engraved with a golden dragon, and the dragon's body is coiled around the end of the long pole. There, there is a dragon head spitting out a straight silver blade, pointing directly at the sky. If that's the case, it should be a spear, and it is also A heavy spear.

But it is more than that. The bright color of the dragon's head has four small branches extending out, decorated with cold blades. Under the reflection of the fire, it looks even more cold. From this shape, it should be a long halberd. That's it.

Moreover, the most interesting thing is its long pole, which is made of fine iron and has a built-in mechanism.

"Young man has really good eyesight. You can spot one of the only two treasures in this yard at a glance." Master Cang patted Yang Ming on the shoulder and said with a proud look on his face.

"However, this is just an experimental product that I built according to my own ideas. The materials are ordinary. When I perfect the details, I will use fine gold to create a real domineering military weapon." Master Cang stepped forward and took out the gun-like weapon from the weapon rack.

"Isn't it sword-making?" Yang Ming asked.

"The weapon of military dominance is to be used in battle formations. Although the sword is the king of a hundred weapons, what I want is the king of a hundred weapons and the lord of military formations." Master Cang said proudly.

"But isn't Master Cang a swordsmith?" Yang Ming questioned.

"What's wrong with the swordsmith? Who said that the swordsmith can't forge other weapons? Then." Master Cang said, throwing the weapon in his hand towards Yang Ming, as if he didn't worry at all that such a murderous weapon would hurt him. Yang Ming is average.

Yang Ming caught the weapon with his backhand, and his arm sank subconsciously. When he took it with the strength of his one arm, it felt extremely heavy. You must know that the White Tiger Seven Kills style practiced by Yang Ming is Bai Qi's unique skill, which specializes in attacking the body, energy, and blood. Practice, whether it is Cloud Pavilion Palm or Fengshen Kick, they are top-notch skills that can be practiced both internally and externally.

Therefore, although Yang Ming's physical strength is not as strong as those legendary perverts, it is definitely not small. He can lift a medium-sized cauldron or something. People like him are absolutely unstoppable in the military. He was a being who could be called a fierce general, but at this time, he felt heavy.

Especially the weight of the weapons in his hands can be seen.

"After all, weapons are made for people. I have already covered the general outline of this weapon, but the specific details need to be constantly modified in order to achieve perfection, and this requires specific use, so that in use During the process, we discovered problems that were invisible to the naked eye and then made corrections." Master Cang said.

"So, my role is to test this weapon?" Yang Ming looked at the weapon in his hand that looked like a halberd but not a halberd, and looked like a gun but not a gun.

"Tool man? Well, that's a good word. Yes, you are exactly the tool man I need. Originally, Li Mu was more suitable to be this tool man, but he is a county guard and has a lot of official duties, so he really doesn't have time." Cang Cang The master said.

"But, what kind of weapon is this weapon?" Yang Ming turned the weapon in his hand and asked.