My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

He Xiaofeng is right next to Bai Shaoqiu.

But his eyes were on the strange bow in Bai Shaoqiu's hand!

This bow is huge!

Silver throughout.

Its uniqueness lies not only in the fact that it is made of iron, but also in the fact that it is different from all other bows in the world.

For example, its bow arms are not smooth curves.

For example, when Bai Shaoqiu drew the bow, he clearly saw the two wheels at both ends of the bow arm turning.

The bowstring sits in the grooves of those two wheels.

Bai Shaoqiu took a lot of effort to pull the bow, because the veins on his arms were popping out.

But Bai Shaoqiu is a scholar!

It was obvious that he was not even as strong as the coachman Zhao Xiaoshu.

He hasn't developed his internal strength yet!

He is still powerless!

But he really pulled the bow!

It's not fully drawn, but it's enough to shoot people not far away!

He Xiaofeng didn't know what kind of stone bow this was. It was made entirely of iron, so it should be harder than bows made of animal horns or wood.

But he pulled it...it was really hard to believe.

His arrows were different too.

The fletching is not made of feathers, but... a short piece of iron embedded in the tail of the arrow!

What kind of bow is this?

The arrow shot out.

He Xiaofeng's eyes followed the arrow.

He didn't know that there was a person hiding in the banyan tree!

The arrow flew out with a whoosh and instantly arrived in front of the big banyan tree.

But he didn't hit the bird, but scared the bird so much that it fluttered away.

The arrow sank into the dense banyan leaves!

Go straight to Jiansan's face!

Because the bow was not fully drawn and because Jian San's martial arts skills were extremely high, this arrow could not threaten Jian San, but it did give him a fright!

He did not fly out from his hiding place.

He stretched out a hand and grabbed...

He caught the arrow!

As a master of bow and arrow, he is of course very familiar with bows and arrows.

He couldn't understand the bow, but he could understand the arrow—

The arrows he used were also iron arrows.

However, the tail of his iron arrow is still made of wood.

Because wood is easy to inlay feathers.

But there is no wood on this arrow, even its feathers are made of iron!

Jian San looked at the arrow, which seemed to be heavier in his hand than his own arrow.

He looked up through the dense banyan leaves at Bai Shaoqiu who was standing opposite him, estimating the distance between them to be about twenty feet away.

Judging from the speed at which Bai Shaoqiu shot the arrow and the strength he felt when he caught the arrow, the bow must be made of two stones.

It was far inferior to the ox horn longbow he used, but it was more than half as hard as the standard bows and arrows in the army.

Then, a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.

It was almost the same as what He Xiaofeng thought, that is, how could this son-in-law with such a thin body pull the bow?

Bai Shaoqiu still didn't know that there was a person hiding in the banyan tree.

If that man had not been so skilled in martial arts, his first test shot would have resulted in a murder.

He casually ordered Zhao Xiaoshu, "Go and get that arrow back for me."

"it is good!"

Zhao Xiaoshu ran over happily.

Bai Shaoqiu looked at the bow in his hand carefully again.

After half a cup of tea, he said to Wang Sanchui, who was standing beside him with a nervous look:

“There are a few areas that need improvement.”

"Come, come, come to the pavilion, I'll sit down and tell you slowly!"

Bai Shaoqiu took Wang Sanchui to the pavilion, and Zhao Xiaoshu hurriedly followed them when he saw them.

He Xiaofeng still stood there.

He looked at Bai Shaoqiu's back with increasing astonishment—

Judging from what Bai Shaoqiu said, although this strange bow was made by Wang the blacksmith, could it be that the design of this bow was also by him, Bai Shaoqiu?

This kid...

It's okay that you won the first prize in the Zhuxi Literary Society, but after all, no one knows whether he really studies by candlelight every night.

You actually designed such a weird bow...

This guy probably hasn't touched a bow in the past ten years!

Well, even if I touched it.

It is difficult to determine how many years the bow has existed in the world, but the bows on the market or used in the military, whether longbows or shortbows, have similar shapes.

It's just that the materials used are different and the hardness of the bow arms is different.

Bai Shaoqiu used iron to make a bow.

A bow with a shape different from all other bows in the world!

Is this bow powerful?

He Xiaofeng doesn’t know yet.

But just because Bai Shaoqiu could draw the bow to seven-tenths of its string and shoot an arrow twenty feet away, this bow was already very powerful—

It seems that it takes less effort to draw this bow than the others.

Could this be the reason for the two rolling wheels at both ends of the bow arm?

He Xiaofeng walked over.

I am more interested in this bow and Bai Shaoqiu himself.

……

……

“The first thing to improve are these two wheels.”

In the pavilion, Bai Shaoqiu sat at the top and Wang Sanchui sat on his right.

"This axle isn't smooth enough... Let me draw you a picture."

This time, Bai Shaoqiu drew two... bearings for Wang Sanchui!

He now thinks that Wang Sanchui can make this thing.

"Look, this outer circle still has a wire trough in the middle, but the inside is different."

"Iron eggs are embedded between the outer and inner rings, and the inner ring is connected to the bow arm bracket..."

Wang Sanchui's eyes widened immediately: "Master, how did this guy get in?"

"You get it out first, Master, I'll teach you how to get it in."

As he said this, Bai Shaoqiu thought for a moment and re-marked the dimensions of the outer and inner circles, and also wrote out the specifications for the iron egg.

"Also, the bow arm needs to be longer and have a wider bend... and a scope needs to be placed in the middle."

"...Master, what is a scope?"

Bai Shaoqiu thought that since glass already existed in the world, he could use it to polish lenses.

"It's a mirror that can clearly see far away..."

Bai Shaoqiu looked up at He Xiaofeng and said, "Crazy, do you know the best glass processing craftsman in Xiling City?"

"I heard that the craftsmanship of Xishi Huang Glass is excellent."

"Oh……"

Continuing to write and draw on the paper, he said to Wang Sanchui:

"The amplitude of the bow arms needs to be adjusted. Because it's made of steel, the bow handle vibrates greatly after shooting an arrow... Add a shock absorber to the upper and lower limbs..."

"And here... add a tension adjustment bolt, and that's about it."

"Is there anything else unclear?"

Wang Sanchui took the blueprint and studied it carefully for a while. "It's just that I need your guidance on this axle."

"Okay, go ahead. Master, I'll be waiting for the second bow you make!"

Wang Sanchui stood up, bowed, and hurried away with the first bow.

He Xiaofeng then asked:

"Where have you seen a bow like this?"

Bai Shaoqiu smiled slightly: "In a dream!"

“…In a dream?”

"Yes, an old man with a white beard taught me in my dream."

What the hell!

He Xiaofeng's eyes widened immediately, and he suddenly felt that this son-in-law was simply the chosen one.

From a useless person who could barely read and write to the most talented person in Xiling City!

From an ordinary prodigal son to a thousand-year-old martial arts genius!

Now there is an old man who teaches him how to make a bow in his dream...

He Xiaofeng swallowed his saliva and this time bowed from the bottom of his heart:

"Master is so awesome!"

Bai Shaoqiu grinned: "It's just average, but if you follow the young master, I guarantee you'll have everything you need!"

If Bai Shaoqiu had said this before, He Xiaofeng would have sneered and not taken it seriously.

But now that Bai Shaoqiu said this, He Xiaofeng inexplicably felt that it was really possible.

However, as the young master of the Silver Hook Casino, he is not short of money, and he has no interest in eating and drinking.

He is now only interested in the son-in-law of the royal palace.

After a while, Zhao Xiaoshu ran over from a distance.

"Master, the arrow is not found."

“…Where did it go?”

Zhao Xiaoshu smiled charmingly:

"Young Master has divine power. With that shot of the divine bow, I'm afraid it has already shot out of the Princess's Mansion."

Bai Shaoqiu glared at Zhao Xiaoshu. This guy... was clearly lying!

He looked up at the big banyan tree, thinking that the bullet must have hit the branch of the banyan tree and did not fall down.

"Forget it, Master, I'm going to practice my Qi, you guys...don't disturb me!"

Bai Shaoqiu began to sit cross-legged with his eyes closed and practice Qigong again.

Qing'er was walking towards her from a distance. Zhao Xiaoshu took a look and walked towards her with joy in his heart.

We met in that corridor.

"Sister Qing'er, the young master said I'll stay at the mansion too. He also asked me to get two sets of clothes from you... Is it convenient for you now?"

Qing'er was startled, looked at the son-in-law in the pavilion, and her eyes fell on Zhao Xiaoshu's face:

"Master, what did you do at home?"

"Ah, I am the young master's coachman."

"Driver...then follow me!"

Zhao Xiaoshu looked back at He Xiaofeng's luxurious attire, and happily followed Qing'er to the front yard.

In front of a row of houses,

Zhao Xiaoshu's eyes widened as he looked at the two blue cloth servant's short coats that Qing'er handed to him.

"No, that's it?"

Qing'er was startled: "Yes, all the servants in the mansion wear this, what's the problem?"

Zhao Xiaoshu swallowed his saliva: "Then...why is He Menfang dressed so well?"

Qing'er burst out laughing. "Him? He's the concierge, so naturally he's different."

"The concierge is the one who watches the door for my son-in-law."

"Besides, as a doorman, he has to stay with the uncle all the time... He is the uncle's face, so he naturally has to dress better."

Zhao Xiaoshu was unwilling to give up: "Does the mansion still need a doorman? I can do that too! I can fight and I'm not afraid of death!"

Qing'er raised her eyebrows and walked forward.

"Not everyone can be a concierge!"

"But...if you can beat He Menfang, I can recommend you to my son-in-law."

Qing'er stopped and turned to look at Zhao Xiaoshu:

"Can you beat him?"

Zhao Xiaoshu swallowed his saliva and asked, "Is he good?"

"I don't know either."

"Then let me try!"

Zhao Xiaoshu returned to the main courtyard holding two sets of blue cloth clothes.

Putting down his clothes, he waved at He Xiaofeng.

He Xiaofeng thought about it and walked over.

"Brother Xiaoshu, what's the matter?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Xiaoshu's fist rapidly enlarged in his sight!

"boom……!"

"what……!"

He Xiaofeng was careless.

He didn't hide.

Zhao Xiaoshu punched He Xiaofeng in the face!

He Xiaofeng's nose was bleeding and he took five steps back!

He covered his nose and tears came out.

"You driver, you are sick!"

Zhao Xiaoshu succeeded in his move and smiled sinisterly: "Brother Feng, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"I'll take the job of doorman, brother..."

Before he finished speaking, He Xiaofeng rushed over like a gust of wind!

"boom……!"

"what……!"

Zhao Xiaoshu took eight steps back and bumped into the wall.

He also had a nosebleed.

He squatted on the ground, holding his nose.

"Oh my...Brother Feng, it hurts so much!"