Smashing a stainless steel basin would be enough for them to use for a long time.
Fu Qingjun sorted out his thoughts and sat on the high platform.
"The knowledge I will be imparting will be divided into three categories: medicine, military, and machinery. One will be taught every century!"
"All of the great tribes in the mortal world can come and listen."
The living beings below listened carefully to every single word with serious expressions on their faces.
"The first lesson will be the art of medicine."
Fu Qingjun's expression was solemn. He didn't expect that he would be a teacher one day. After all, their ant civilization was too simple. They needed a lot of basic knowledge to facilitate development.
In the first century, Fu Qingjun taught them the structure of living things and the anatomy of bones.
Heart, blood, bones, brain, skin … the functions of various organs. Medicine gave them the most basic knowledge of physiological structure. It gave them a better basic understanding of martial arts.
The more they listened, the more shocked they became.
"Ah!"
"Breathing, so that's how it is! No wonder I'm panting! "
"Blood is actually a liquid that carries energy in the body!"
"Is this all true? Bones, blood … our bodies are actually so complex and precise to such an unbelievable degree? "
"Great and immortal! Praise the Lord of All Things! Praise Amiro who created the world and all things! What kind of power is this!! "
They looked at the anatomy of living things and couldn't help but feel that life was the greatest creation in the world.
They even dissected an enemy black ant captive. A group of Grandmasters studied it, picking out the bones and blood, clicking their tongues in wonder.
Fu Qingjun's scalp went numb.
The primitive tribal era without morals, ethics, and rules was a barbaric era where the strong were respected and human lives were treated as grass.
The second century.
Fu Qingjun took out a knife-shaped copper coin from the Yin Ruins. Because it couldn't be melted at high temperatures, Fu Qingjun taught them to use their fists to hammer it. They hammered it thousands of times to make knives, spears, sticks, and sticks, and then sharpen it.
They were so happy that they danced. Their fists were swollen and even fractured, but they didn't get tired of it.
After hammering it countless times, they forged the bronze weapons just like that.
Fu Qingjun was secretly frightened by this scene.
At the same time, he also found that their blood stopped bleeding very quickly. Their recovery speed was very fast, countless times faster than that of ordinary people.
Fu Qingjun thought to himself, is this what it means to break into the Divine Realm?
He was simply a super regenerative gecko. As expected of the martial arts realm that was considered to be the strongest creature on earth. At the pinnacle of martial arts, he was full of energy and vigor. He could recover easily from fractures after resting for a few days. No wonder that fellow was able to take the bullet head-on as if nothing had happened …
As long as he wasn't killed, he would be able to recover.
From the looks of it, as long as they didn't become crippled or break their arms or legs, they would be able to recover unscathed.
"Based on such speculation, it is possible that a lot of Martial Arts Grandmasters were captured alive and dissected by the hostile scientists for all kinds of human experiments. Fu Qingjun got goosebumps. "Maybe in this World War II, because of the crazy experiments, the technology tree of life structure research is more terrifying than imagined."
But after thinking about it for a long time, he calmly said to the people below,
"What I'm going to teach you is the most basic weapon."
Fu Qingjun sat on the ground and patiently taught these primitive tribal creatures: "Because it's not your own body, it will be very difficult to use it. These weapons need to be constantly practiced and studied to wield them."
"I see, Teacher, we understand."
They respectfully sat down below and listened attentively.
In the third century, Fu Qingjun gave them the basic blueprint of a crossbow.
Unfortunately, he wasn't proficient in this kind of thing, so he could only draw the simplest principle similar to a slingshot. He hoped that they could use it to develop cold weapon machinery.
In the fourth century, the sky was about to brighten.
"We'll part ways eventually, but we'll meet again."
Fu Qingjun stood up and was about to leave when he smiled again: "Crossbows often have three basic forces! The first is a spring, but it is more precise and difficult to cast. "
Fu Qingjun squatted down and drew the structure of a spiral spring.
"Teacher, this spring is not complicated," they said.
Fu Qingjun didn't defend himself. How could he compare himself with you human-shaped muscle blacksmiths?
Ants are powerful to begin with, and with this training …
"The second type of crossbow is powered by the body of the bow. It's made from an elastic iron bow with an inelastic rope"
"The third type of crossbow is powered by the bowstring. It's a bow with an elastic body, but the string is elastic, so it can be a rubber band. I can trade rubber bands to you … while the other string is a beast tendon"
"Of course, these described forces can be combined by themselves"
"Beast tendon?" Odysseus was surprised.
"That's right, I've already shown you the blueprint. A portion of living beings have strong tendons" Fu Qingjun nodded.
Many strong crossbows in ancient times were made from beast tendons.
But in this world, cultivating martial arts, developing the body's potential, tempering the muscles and bones … then the beast tendons of these beasts can be called demon tendons, would they be stronger?
"So that's how it is" Odysseus pondered.
Fu Qingjun nodded. "I'll stay in this low-level world for a while, and at the same time, I'll constantly send you some materials … but in return, you'll have to forge large crossbows for me."
They nodded. Every muscular demon had a face full of awe. They sat on the ground like primary school students and couldn't help but say carefully, "Someone as great as you can travel to every world. How many of such existences are there?"
"Worlds and civilizations are as bright as the stars!"
Fu Qingjun thought for a while and said to the little ants on the table with a solemn expression, "There are naturally many Outer Gods like me who have traveled to countless worlds."
"Outer Gods?" They were shocked. "Teacher, you're a god?"
"Powerful living beings are qualified to be called gods. They can destroy a world and cause enough damage. For low-level living beings, we are no different from gods … but we're not true gods. We're not formed by the rules of all things. We have our own thoughts and selfishness."
Fu Qingjun said briefly, "All of this is just the fear of ignorant living beings towards us … it's just what people call us."
They held their breaths, their faces full of longing.
God!
Could they become gods?
Travel to countless worlds and pass through countless civilizations?
"May I ask if there's a realm above the Broken God? How do we break through? "they asked hurriedly.
"There's naturally a fourth realm above. Those who understand will naturally understand. If you don't, it's not convenient to tell you …"
Fu Qingjun smiled. "You should know that the transition of the racial gradient depends on yourself. This is restrained by the great will of the unseen world."
"You're very special. Living beings with tiny bodies like you are at the bottom of all things. You don't have the qualifications to develop intelligence, but you do … so I've come to pay attention to you."
They held their breaths.
"But you have to be careful. We're also living beings. Many Outer Gods have selfish motives. Some of them are extremely evil. They attack, plunder, and destroy everything … There are also some who disguise themselves as true gods and come to the low-level worlds to obtain their worship …" Fu Qingjun said softly.
"Not all Outer Gods are truly kind."
When they heard this, they secretly rejoiced in their hearts. Fortunately, they met the merciful Outer Gods who traded at equal value. Otherwise, this world might welcome destruction.
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