In late spring, it was getting hot and humid, but the brick-lined well was cool. Ning Que sat on it and didn't want to leave. He waved the kitchen knife in his hand and talked excitedly.
Sangsang hung the clothes on the line and wiped her wet hands on the apron. Then she walked back to the wall and picked up the pen. After finishing the last piece, she asked, "How do we kill him?"
Ning Que left the well and walked to her. He pointed to something on the wall and said, "First, then kill him."
Sangsang put down the pen and looked back at him with a puzzled expression.
The thing on the wall was a wooden figure with a pedestal. Ning Que carved it himself. Sangsang painted it with a thick layer of black paint, and there was a small black pot on the head of the wooden figure.
"To kill a person, you have to hit his body first. That is to say, you have to break his defense first."
Ning Que pointed the kitchen knife at the little wooden figure and said. Then, he swung the kitchen knife horizontally and forcefully made a cut on his forearm. A moment later, the white cut on his arm was faintly oozing with blood.
"After I inherited Youngest Uncle's mantle and joined the Devil, my body has become incredibly strong. As you can see, Xia Hou is a powerhouse of the Devil's Doctrine. You can imagine how strong his body is."
He showed his cut forearm to Sangsang and explained.
Sangsang scooped up a ladle of cool well water and washed the blood on his arm. Then she took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and wrapped it carefully for him.
While she was doing this, Ning Que continued his analysis, "Xia Hou betrayed the Devil's Doctrine and joined Haotian Taoism. He became a visiting professor of the West-Hill Divine Palace. To help him hide his identity, the Divine Hall may have taught him the secret method of martial arts cultivation."
"It's not maybe, it's certain."
He looked at the black paint on the wooden figure and said, "Xia Hou can use his Psyche Power to mobilize the Qi of Heaven and Earth and condense it on the surface of his body. This layer of defense is like the paint on the wooden figure."
"The most troublesome thing is his armor."
Ning Que knocked the small black pot on the head of the wooden figure with the kitchen knife.
"The armor of the four generals of the Tang Empire was made by the Academy. The one on Xiahou's body is the same. It was designed by Professor Huang He and made by Fourth Brother and Sixth Brother. Although it may not be as powerful as the one on Xu Shi's body, it is still very powerful. "
"Armor, Protective Genuine Qi, and the terrifying physical body of the experts of the Devil's Doctrine. These are three layers of protection. They can be used day and night. I think even the Primordial Thirteen Arrows can't penetrate them."
Sangsang couldn't understand such a tasteless and uninteresting joke about day and night and three layers of protection.
She paused for a moment and then thought of the Academy's attitude. She said worriedly, "Assassinating the general of the empire … Even the Academy will not allow you to do this."
Ning Que said, "When did I say that I would assassinate him?"
Sangsang asked, "Why don't we expose the relationship between Xiahou and the Devil's Doctrine?"
"I promised Eldest Brother that I wouldn't tell anyone about Xia Hou's identity."
After a short pause, Ning Que said, "Including his relationship with the Empress."
Sangsang asked in confusion, "But you told me."
Ning Que said, "You are not someone else."
Sangsang nodded and said, "That's true."
After a moment, she thought of the calligraphy auction at the Stone House and said, "You can't even solve Xiahou's problem. Why do you have to offend the Crown Prince of the South Jin Kingdom?"
Ning Que didn't know how to explain it to Sangsang. He couldn't possibly say it in front of her. At that time, when he heard that the Crown Prince of the South Jin Kingdom wanted to buy the Chicken Soup Calligraphy to please the Calligraphy Addict, he felt angry for no reason.
"What were cultivators to us in the past?" He changed the topic cleverly.
Sangsang thought of the conversation she had with Ning Que in the City of Wei as a child. She thought of the burned Record of the Tao and said, "Back then, cultivators were immortals in our eyes."
Ning Que said, "Then I am immortal now. We are immortals."
Sangsang laughed happily.
Ning Que said with a smile, "I'm not even afraid of the Crown Prince of the Tang Empire. Why would I be afraid of the Crown Prince of the South Jin Kingdom?"
Sangsang reminded him, "The Tang Empire doesn't have a Crown Prince."
Ning Que's smile faded and he sighed, "This is another troublesome matter."
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At the back of the mountain of the Academy, by the stream behind the blacksmith's house, under the big water cart.
Ning Que, Fourth Brother and Sixth Brother squatted by the stream and stared blankly.
After an unknown period of time.
Sixth Brother raised the black iron object in his hand to the sunlight.
Ning Que and Fourth Brother's eyes followed his movement.
It was an iron object that looked like a small wine pot. There were many lines carved on it. Those lines were deep into the money and most of them were straight. They couldn't see any deeper meaning.
Sixth Brother touched the lines on the small iron pot with his thick fingers and said, "It's uniform enough."
For a master blacksmith like Sixth Brother, the difference that couldn't be seen by the naked eye couldn't escape the touch of his fingers. If his fingers judged that the lines were uniform, then they must be uniform.
"These lines cut the area of the iron pot into 64 pieces. It's not exactly the same, but it's close enough. Especially the depth of the lines and the bearing capacity of the curved surface, it can ensure the uniformity when it breaks."
Fourth Brother picked up a branch from the side, pointed to the small iron pot and said, "Junior Brother's idea sounds very reasonable, but I tried it with gunpowder last night and it didn't work. I don't know if we should deepen the engraved lines a little bit, maybe in this way we can guarantee that it will break."
Sixth Brother shook his head and said, "If the lines are deeper, the internal stress of the iron pot will be destroyed and the structure will disperse. Once it breaks, it will just be a firecracker."
Ning Que hesitated for a moment and asked, "How about we try it with the real thing?"
"Really?"
"Maybe it will work."
"I think so."
Sixth Brother looked at Fourth Brother.
Fourth Senior Brother nodded.
There was a spiral mouth at the top of the small iron pot, which was a perfect art carefully carved by Sixth Brother. Ning Que unscrewed the iron pot stopper and said, "Even if it doesn't work, we can sell it as a wine pot."
Sixth Senior Fellow Apprentice smiled honestly.
Ning Que took out a yellowish fire talisman and stuffed it into the iron pot. Then he tightened the stopper.
"How?" Sixth Brother asked nervously.
Fourth Brother pointed to the clear stream in front of him and said, "Throw it in."
Ning Que was a little nervous. Hearing this, he threw the small iron pot into the stream.
"Wait a minute."
Sixth Brother ran back to the iron-making room and carried two huge fine iron plates. He erected them by the stream and put them in front of the three people.
Fourth Brother said unhappily, "Even if it succeeds, how powerful can it be? Why are you so nervous?"
Sixth Brother said seriously, "When Youngest Brother was developing the Talisman Arrow …"
Fourth Brother thought of the pavilion in the Mirror Lake that was half-collapsed. His expression changed slightly and he stood behind the fine iron plates.
Seeing that everyone was ready, Ning Que closed his eyes and his Psyche Power slowly seeped out from his sense of perception. It passed through the iron plates in front of him, through the clear stream and into the small iron pot at the bottom of the stream.
Then it fell on the talisman paper.
As the Psyche Power entered the small iron pot, there was also a pure Great Spirit.
The fire talisman in the small iron pot at the bottom of the stream suddenly burned violently.
But it was confined in a very small space.
After a moment.
A deafening explosion resounded in the stream!
Boom!
Accompanied by a shrill roar, countless iron pieces shot out!
Tock, tock, tock, tock!
The sound gradually subsided.
After a long time, the three Academy brothers behind the fine iron plates cautiously poked their heads out.
Their Academy uniforms had been completely soaked by the stream. Looking at the fragments of the small iron pot that were deeply embedded in the iron plate, thinking that if they didn't have this layer of protection, these iron fragments would have shot through their bodies like arrows. The three of them became abnormally pale, and a lingering fear surged in their hearts.
Fourth Senior Brother, who was usually the calmest, looked at the dead fish floating in the stream and the half-collapsed water wheel in the stream. His voice trembled as he said, "Little Junior Brother, you … what are you doing?"
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