Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

When she opened her eyes again, Sirong was inside her military tent.

Time really stood still and did not change. Si Rongrong's life was like a dream.

"Host, you completed the mission very well this time and were awarded full marks. Come and take a look at your reward." 571 said as he displayed a level panel in front of Sirong.

ID: Daqi Chao Sirong

Current level: 1

Abilities: Elementary Sijiaquan, Elementary Fighting, Elementary Acting,

Special skills: none

Special items: none

Rewards: Primary Gene Fluid 2, Open Primary Interstellar Body Refining Classroom, One Housekeeping Robot (stored in the system backpack)

Sirong closed her eyes and lay on the bed, her consciousness entering the body training classroom.

The classroom was empty, surrounded by a strange energy fluctuation, like the feeling in The Matrix.

Sirong stood in the center, and a virtual figure appeared in front of her. Dressed in simple traditional clothing, he had a kind face, and his eyes revealed endless wisdom and experience.

"Welcome to the Body Refining Classroom. I am your beginner's instructor."

Sirong felt a surge of excitement and respectfully performed the Great Qi Dynasty etiquette to the instructor. Although she knew that this was a fictional character, Sirong still maintained a correct attitude towards learning from him.

The instructor waved his hand gently, and vivid images instantly appeared on the walls of the classroom, showing various complex and exquisite movements.

"These movements may seem simple, but performing them to perfection is actually quite challenging," the instructor explained. "Body training techniques primarily stimulate the body's potential, improving both physical and mental strength."

After that, the instructor began to demonstrate the movements himself. His figure was as nimble as a dragon, and each movement was smooth and natural, as if he had merged with the world.

Sirong hurriedly followed her instructor to practice. The movements of the body-building technique looked very simple and slow, but it was difficult to perform them correctly.

When the body reaches a certain posture, the muscles will become extremely sore and will begin to tremble unconsciously.

After practicing with the instructor for two hours in the physical training classroom, apart from some muscle soreness, Sirong felt that her mind was much clearer, as if she had finally had a good night's sleep after staying up all night for several consecutive nights.

Seeing that it was not far from dawn outside the tent, he simply got up and walked to the desk and wrote down the recipes for cement, soap and lipstick.

Then she asked 571 to help her find a video of a hidden weapon craftsman who she followed in Si Rongrong's world. The master had gained countless fans by making a self-defense bracelet, and since then he has embarked on the path of studying hidden weapons.

Sirong selected several jewelry-type hidden weapons and drew the blueprints.

The soldiers outside had already stood up and formed up to begin training. Sirong called the soldier standing guard at the door in and said, "Go and invite Master Wei over."

"Yes."

Soon, Old Wei lifted the door curtain and walked into the tent, followed by Muchen, the second son of the Yong'an Duke's Mansion.

The old man found a chair and sat down without any hesitation: "Homesick girl, you are looking for me?"

Sirong handed the finished drawing to Mr. Wei: "Please take a look."

Si Rong turned to look at Muchen and raised her eyebrows: "Why are you here?"

Mu Chen shrugged, and before he could say anything, Elder Wei told Si Rong: "I got into trouble and came here to seek refuge."

The two grew up together. When Sirong was little, she was a leader among the children, unrivaled in all battles. At that time, Muchen was thin and fair like a little girl, always following behind Sirong and calling her "big boss".

On the contrary, when he grew up, he became cynical and refused to obey anyone's discipline. His father was so angry that he pulled his beard every day. No one could control him except Sirong.

Later, seeing how well they got along, the elders of both families arranged a marriage for Sirong, waiting for her to reach the age of marriage. However, before leading the troops, Sirong personally went to the Yong'an Duke's Mansion to return the engagement token.

Sirong glared at him: "I'll ask you later."

Old Wei glanced at the drawings briefly, then frowned and looked at Sirong: "Sijia girl, I make weapons, not jewelry."

Sirong knew Mr. Wei's temper and handed him a blueprint for an improved repeating crossbow. The repeating crossbow they were using was similar to the Zhuge Liang crossbow, capable of firing ten arrows at a time. It had strong firepower, but was too bulky and heavy to be used by a single soldier.

The improvement diagram given by Sirong reduced the crossbow's burst from ten shots to six shots. Although the number of arrows was reduced, the operation can be completed by one person and the crossbow can be loaded with arrows by himself.

This means that the user can use this weapon more flexibly without relying on the assistance of others, greatly improving combat efficiency and convenience.

The Ten-Ball Crossbow required two or three people to operate, and was relatively heavy, making it difficult to move. Imagine charging into battle carrying ten kilograms of rice. It felt similar.

Although the improved repeating crossbow has fewer arrows, it can be lifted and replaced with one hand, which greatly improves combat efficiency.

As Mr. Wei's eyes lit up, Sirong pulled the blueprint away from him. The old man immediately stood up and glared at Sirong.

Sirong touched the tip of her nose and said, "Ahem, Mr. Wei, I know you're anxious, but please listen to me first."

"Look, I've got something good. I'll give it to you right away. It's the jewelry I used before I improved the crossbow. "

Master Wei is proficient in various mechanical techniques and has a very eccentric temper. By chance, Sirong's father saved his life, and the old man stayed in the Zhenbei Army to repay the favor.

"You women are such a nuisance. You've already come out to take charge, but why are you still carrying all those jingling things? Can those little gadgets really match the power of your sword?"

"It's not for me. As you know, my mother is now staying alone in the capital with my younger brother to accompany my father. The court is in turmoil right now, and she has many guards around her, but I still want to trouble you, Mr. Wei, to help my mother make something she can wear on her body in case of emergency."

After hearing this, Mr. Wei didn't get angry. He rubbed his chin and pondered for a while. "Please, you are a filial son. What you said makes sense. Give me all those drawings. I will bring them to you in the next few days. The design is really exquisite. Where did you find it? Can you bring the person here for me to see?"

"I saw it in an ancient book when I was a child, and it suddenly occurred to me. I'll look for it when I get home."

Muchen and Old Wei were also very familiar with each other. He stretched his neck to watch and said, "Let me take a look too."

"Get out of here! Your brain can't understand this. I'm busy, don't mess with me." He picked up the blueprint and left in a flash, leaving Sirong and Muchen in the tent.

"Tell me, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into that you have to hide here with me?"

Muchen casually picked up the paperweight on the desk and played with it: "Nothing, just a fight."