No taboos

Chapter 34 Secret Machine Cannon Recipe

Xu Yuan exhaled a breath and finally relaxed. He had been on the verge of life and death these past few days and was extremely nervous.

"No Taboos" affects oneself, while "Eight Directions Injury" affects the opponent.

Moreover, it affects a wide range, unlike the art of fate, which can directly specify the target of action.

The reason why the Saint Lady made wrong judgments and choices one after another was because she had committed the "Shang Sha" (Injury Evil).

The Saint Lady is an eighth-rate craftsman, and Xu Yuan is an eighth-rate destiny cultivator. At the same level, the influence of destiny will be more obvious.

But the Saint Lady is particularly obvious, and another reason is that the Saint Lady herself has a stubborn and self-willed personality.

If facing a seventh-rate cultivator, the "Eight Directions Injury" should only make the opponent make one mistake during the entire process.

This is the fighting style of destiny cultivators. The reason why the top three destiny cultivators are so terrifying is that they have many destiny patterns that can be used alternately and in combination. Under the influence of various mysterious factors, opponents are often defeated without knowing why.

Xu Yuan sorted out the spoils of this battle. The Saint Lady still had four craftsman-made artifacts on her body, including an earring made of mahogany and brass. Xu Yuan fiddled with it for a while and understood its purpose. A look of joy appeared on his face: "Good stuff."

There is also a magical crossbow. Although it has no crossbow arrows, I can go back and ask my stepmother to make some for it. It’s not a big problem.

There is also a knife and a hammer.

This is the craftsman's original tool. The knife can be used by Xu Yuan, and the hammer can be taken back to "respect" his stepmother.

"That's all?" Xu Yuan was very dissatisfied: "You are the Holy Lady of the Pingtian Society after all, and this is all you have on your body?"

Xu Yuan touched the corpse and checked it repeatedly, and finally suddenly noticed the saint's feet. Some people like to hide things under the insoles.

Xu Yuan took off the pair of repair shoes.

I touched inside - the touch felt a little strange!
"Is there really something?"

Xu Yuan tore open his shoes and found that there was indeed a layer on the sole, from which fell out a piece of oil paper as thin as a cicada's wing.

"Secret machine gun recipe."

Xu Yuan took a look and exclaimed, "This is the formula for the gunpowder used by bronzesmiths to make cannons! One of the Pingtian Society's livelihoods is to supply bronzesmiths to the Shenji Camp. This gunpowder formula is also the core secret of the Pingtian Society."

"Their Saint Lady secretly hid a copy of this formula in the sole of her shoe. Haha, this Saint Lady's mind isn't very pure either."

Xu Yuan was overjoyed when he got this recipe.

The gunpowder used in this craftsman-made cannon is much more explosive than the gunpowder used in Master Qiao's three-barreled gun.

"That's right..." Xu Yuan looked at the recipe and scratched his head. "There are several key steps in it that only a craftsman can complete. I have to ask my stepmother for help."

"But if she knew my inner elixir was actually explosives... she would nag me endlessly."

Xu Yuan put away the recipe and tore up the other shoe. There was nothing hidden inside.

“This recipe is enough.”

The biggest gain is undoubtedly to catch all the members of Pingtian Society in one fell swoop. At least in the short term, Pingtian will not find him.

Xu Yuan did the same thing to the Saint Lady's body and threw it into the weeds on the side. It would soon become a delicacy in the mouth of the evil spirit.

It was just past noon, so there was still enough time to get back to town today.

……

In the evening, Xu Yuan returned to the town and prepared to spend another night at Zhaoji Fur Shop and return to the city early the next morning.

He still had his thick felt hat on, with the brim pulled down to cover most of his face, not wanting to attract anyone's attention.

Uncle Rongkui sat in Aunt Zhang's tea shop, leaning against the west wall, trying his best to shrink his fat body to avoid attracting attention.

The teahouse actually did not have a house. It had two earthen walls on each side, with bamboo poles on top, extending forward a dozen feet and covered with cloth, providing a place for travelers and merchants to drink water and rest.

A bowl of tea costs one penny. Many travelers cannot afford to eat in a restaurant, so they buy a bowl of hot tea and soak the cakes they brought with them, which counts as a meal.

It was getting dark and there were few people in the tea stall.

Uncle Rong Kui waited until now, and finally saw Xu Yuan coming out of the mountains, and his eyelids twitched.

This kid is back!

He went in and out of the mountains. What was he doing?
Uncle Rong Kui had a guess in his mind, but he himself didn't dare to believe it.

"The Pingtian Society has a strong army..."

No one has come back yet!
Uncle Rong Kui actually felt a little wary of this kid!

He threw down ten copper coins, stood up and walked out, turning into the alley next to him.

I sat here for a whole day and Mrs. Zhang didn't drive me away. I just gave her some more money.

He has been staying at Widow Yang's house for the past two days. Tonight is the last time, and he will have to leave early tomorrow morning.

From the tea shop, go south to the street and pass through an alley.

Uncle Rong Kui's nose moved, and he smelled some familiar smells. He turned around to check - and was immediately shocked and broke out in a cold sweat!
Xu Yuan's feet were floating in the air, and he didn't know when they were already sticking to his back!
I'm old now. I was discovered after following a young man!

He didn't know the "fate" of an acquaintance like himself. As long as he appeared nearby, in Xu Yuan's eyes, he was like a lamp in the dark night.

A cold light fell on Uncle Rong Kui's neck.

The cook's neck was thick, with a thick layer of fat under his skin.

The cold light pressed lightly, causing the neck to dent a little, and a drop of blood seeped out of the skin.

Uncle Rong Kui quickly shouted, "Don't do it, don't do it, we're on the same side!"

Uncle Rong Kui had already recognized the cold light in Xu Yuan's hand as the knife used by the Saint Aunt to open Er Liang's skull.

"He really is..." Rong Kui thought to himself.

Xu Yuan looked at him coldly: "One of us?"

Uncle Rong Kui raised his hands, beads of sweat on his forehead, and smiled: "I know you don't believe it, don't be impatient, listen to me..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Xu Yuan exerted force with his hand, and the knife sank a little deeper.

Uncle Rong Kui hurriedly said, "I am the commander-in-chief of the Demon-Slaying Army. I have a badge in my arms. I can show it to you. I am truly one of us. Please don't misunderstand me. Keep your hands steady..."

Uncle Rong Kui wanted to slap himself. He would talk nonstop when he was nervous. It was an old habit that he couldn't change for decades.

Xu Yuan frowned: "Demon-killing army?"

"Yes, yes, that's your second uncle's demon-killing army."

Xu Yuan's face was cold and grim, and he was about to attack: "You came here specifically for me!"

The official name of the Demon-Exterminating Army should be "Imperial Ming Jinyiwei Outer Province Demon-Exterminating Thousand Households Unit", which was established two hundred years ago.

At that time, the Ming Dynasty had just conquered Korea, but resistance forces were rising one after another on the peninsula, so they formed such a team under the pretext of "eliminating demons".

The duties of this Qianhu Suo were extensive: it was responsible for suppressing large-scale riots, hunting down the remnants of the previous dynasty hiding among the people, and also dealing with some evil spirits in the countryside.

Later, the Ming Dynasty added the "Mongol Yuan Province" and "Dayuan Province" one after another, and also followed this system, with the "Thousand Households Office for Eliminating Demons" responsible for pacifying the local areas and suppressing rebellion.

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　　There are also nights.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)