Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

After hearing her say this, Yu Ying felt relieved.

"Little boy, if you want any secret manuals, tell me and I'll get them for you!"

The only thing she can show off is the secret manual, as for the rest... I'm sorry, her entire sect has nothing, and nothing is left after eating.

Song Pan'er put the secret book into the supermarket and said a little embarrassedly, "Sister, do you have any Qinggong?"

Just say who doesn’t want to practice flying up and down!

Yu Ying slapped her thigh, how could she have forgotten about this!

"Little friend, you are young now, which is just right for practicing light skills! But I don't have it now, let's wait for the next transaction! I will go and rob it for you tomorrow, no, borrow it!" Tomorrow morning she will go to the neighboring Piaomiao Sect to "borrow" the secret book!

Song Pan'er thought Sister Yu was very nice and took a bag of spicy beef jerky from the supermarket and passed it to her, "Sister, this is beef jerky made by my family, try it."

Yu Ying felt a little embarrassed. This kid was already having a hard time fleeing famine, and yet she still wanted beef jerky. Oh my goodness! It smelled so good!

She was holding a bag of beef jerky, and the spicy aroma hit her face, so Yu Ying was reluctant to return it.

Just as I was about to say a few words, the channel was suddenly closed and the transaction time was up.

Such a good kid, since he likes Qinggong, she will go and "borrow" a few more books tomorrow and make sure the kid can become a master!

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The trading channel was closed, and Song Pan'er was picking and choosing in the supermarket. She took out a book on shooting and prepared to practice with everyone.

The previous swordsmanship was always lacking when dealing with refugees, but the gunmanship was just right, and the iron pipe was ready anyway.

Seeing her climb up from the plastic sheet, Song Dahe came over to help Song Paner pack up the plastic sheet, and the family walked towards the camp.

Song Paner raised the secret book in her hand and said, "Old Song, Master gave me a book on spearmanship. We will start learning spearmanship from tomorrow."

Song Dahe exclaimed, "Ah!" and his eyes suddenly lit up. "Good, good, your shooting skills are great!"

An inch longer, an inch stronger. If they are swept over by a gun, they will fall down in droves.

Qian Jinfeng had no opinion on what to practice. She would practice whatever her daughter gave her. Guanyin Bodhisattva would not harm her own disciple.

As soon as I came over, Zhang Honghua called for dinner. Everyone sat together and had a delicious meal of braised pork with rice.

After dinner, as usual, they learned to recognize the words first. After they finished recognizing the words, Song Paner took out the secret book.

Lin Chengxiu immediately saw the extraordinary nature of this secret book, and Tie Wenqin was no less impressed. However, he felt that at his age, there was little point in practicing this set of marksmanship.

But when I saw how hard-working and serious Zhang Honghua and Song Dahe were, I felt that I was being a little pretentious.

But no matter what he thought in his heart, he still pretended to learn the shooting method seriously.

Before going to bed, Song Pan'er handed Tie Wenqin the blueprint of the musket and said, "Grandpa Tie, take a look at this. Can you make it?"

Tie Wenqin didn't take it seriously and took the blueprint casually. "Ha! There's nothing that Grandpa Tie can't make!"

Tie Wenqin's eyes didn't even move when he looked at the thin drawing.

"This, this is..." He was shocked by the sophistication and lethality of this weapon.

As a blacksmith who has been forging weapons for many years, he can imagine the lethality of some things just by looking at the blueprints. This thing called "fire gun" is simply a powerful weapon!

Once it is made, will there be any rivals in the world?

Where did this little kid come from?

Tie Wenqin's expression changed several times, but he nodded solemnly, "Master, I can make this musket, but do you trust me so much?"