Qin Shi: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Chapter 53 The Snow Maiden in Gray

An old man with an ambition of a thousand miles, what Yang Ming saw in Master Cang at this time was a burning flame, a flame burning in his twilight years.

"A military weapon? It must be very interesting. If you can witness its birth, it will be a good memory decades later." Yang Ming laughed.

"You really understand, kid." Master Cang also smiled.

Amidst the laughter of the old and the young, the door of the room that was pulled by the snow girl opened with a creaking sound, and what appeared in the door frame was no longer the noble girl in brocade clothes and fur robes just now, but a woman dressed in coarse cloth. A peasant girl in sackcloth.

"Xue Nu you?" Yang Ming looked at Xue Nu who had changed back into her old clothes. After a moment of astonishment, he understood Xue Nu's thoughts.

"Brother, don't I look pretty dressed like this?" In Yang Ming's sight, Xuenv walked towards Yang Ming with the small polite steps of a daughter of a nobleman from the Zhao Kingdom, and stopped when she reached a foot in front of Yang Ming. Turning in a circle on the spot, the dark gray skirt fluttered slightly, adding a bit of aura to the commoner girl.

The Xuenv stopped and looked at Yang Ming with shining eyes. She knew that her brother must know why she changed into this outfit. She knew that her brother would definitely understand her determination.

My brother will definitely think that Xue Nu is very sensible, and he will definitely praise me.Thinking of this, Xue Nu's eyes couldn't help but bend down, and a smile of expectation flowed from the corners of her eyes.

However, in Xuenv's expectation, Yang Ming shook his head and said, "No, it's not pretty at all, it's ugly."

Regarding Xue Nu's thoughts, Yang Ming knew that no matter how good the brocade clothes and fur fur Xue Nu was wearing just now, it was just something that Li's mother had just given her. No matter how bad the coarse linen clothes she was wearing at this time, they were the clothes Yang Ming bought for her.

This girl named Xue Nu, although young, has already understood many things.

She was using the clothes on her body to tell Yang Ming that she would always follow him and her brother, even if she would always be wearing coarse linen clothes like this, even if she could enter Li's residence as long as she turned around, Own the expensive, beautiful and soft brocade fur.

Although Li's residence is good, it is not her home after all. Although Li's mother treats her very well, she is not her relatives after all.

"Ugly?" The smile on Xue Nu's face disappeared in an instant, and she wrinkled together in pain.

"You're a stinky girl, but you've learned how to be pretty." Yang Ming stepped forward, hugged Xuenv, pinched Xuenv's round and small face, and said with a look of disgust.

"No way." Snow Girl, whose two short arms were naturally wrapped around Yang Ming's neck, muttered, shook her head, and protested in a low voice while freeing Yang Ming's finger from her face.

Xuenv was a little unhappy, she just felt that the good idea that she thought of for a whole day was ignored, and what made her especially dissatisfied was that Yang Ming didn't see it.

"Master Cang, let's go." Yang Ming said to Master Cang, ignoring Xue Nu, whose cheeks were bulging and sulking alone.

"It's time to leave a long time ago. You have to know that for a person of my age, every quarter of an hour is precious." Master Cang said, looking away from Xue Nu.

Just now, he, who thought he was well-informed, was really surprised by the emotion and delicacy shown by Xue Nu.

Under the leadership of Master Cang, Yang Ming came to the casting workshop in the south of Yanmen City. This place belongs to the county guard's mansion. Almost all the equipment of the Zhao Kingdom's frontier army came from here. The batch of pig iron in Zi Nu's hands was also transported to here.

It was already deep winter at this time, but in the foundry, it was full of heat waves, and the furnaces were scorching the cold wind, dispelling the winter cold.

Under the leadership of Master Cang, Yang Ming and Xue Nu passed through the fires and came to a courtyard.

In the courtyard, several Mohist disciples were forging sword embryos in front of the fire. Sparks flew everywhere amidst the tinkling sounds. With the cooperation of heavy and light hammers, the simple sword embryos gradually showed their own uniqueness. edge.

Among the sword embryos, there is one thing that is particularly different, that is a pole weapon in the army.

A golden dragon is engraved on the long blue pole, and the dragon's body coils and returns to the end of the long pole. There, there is a dragon's head spit out a straight silver blade, pointing directly at the sky. If it is just like this, it should be a spear, and it is still A heavy spear.

But it is more than that. The bright color of the dragon's head has four twigs with cold blades. Under the reflection of the fire, it looks more and more cold. Judging from this shape, it should be a long halberd is.

Moreover, the most interesting thing is its long pole, which is made of fine iron and has hidden organs.

"You have a good eye, you can spot one of the only two treasures in this yard at a glance." Master Cang patted Yang Ming on the shoulder, and said proudly.

"However, this is just an experimental product I made according to my own idea. The materials used are ordinary. When I make the details to perfection, I will use pure gold to create a real weapon of military dominance." Master Cang stepped forward, took out the weapon that looked like a spear and a halberd from the weapon rack and said.

"Isn't it casting swords?" Yang Ming asked.

"The weapon of military strategist domineering is to be used in the battle formation. Although the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, what I want is the king of a hundred soldiers, the tyrant of the army." Master Cang said proudly.

"But isn't Master Cang a swordsmith?" Yang Ming questioned.

"What's wrong with the swordsmith? Who said that the swordsmith can't forge other weapons? Next." Master Cang said and threw the weapon in his hand to Yang Ming, as if he was not worried that such a weapon would hurt him at all. Yang Ming is average.

Yang Ming caught the weapon with his backhand, and his arm sank subconsciously. When he started with the strength of his single arm, he felt extremely heavy. You must know that the White Tiger Seven Kills Style practiced by Yang Ming is Bai Qi's unique skill. Practicing, and whether it is the cloud-dispelling palm or the Fengshen leg, it is a top-notch skill that is both internal and external.

Therefore, although Yang Ming's physical strength is not as strong as those legendary perverts, it is definitely not small. It is not a problem to give a medium-sized tripod or something. A person like him is absolutely powerful in the army. It is an existence that can be called a fierce general, but at this time, he feels heavy.

Especially the weight of the weapon in hand can be seen.

"After all, weapons are still made by humans. I have already touched on the general outline of this weapon, but the specific details need to be constantly revised in order to achieve perfection, and this requires specific use. During the process, we found problems that could not be seen by the naked eye, and then corrected them." Master Cang said.

"So, my role is to be a tool for testing this weapon?" Yang Ming looked at the weapon in his hand that looked like a halberd but not a halberd, a gun that looked like a gun but not a gun.

"Tool man? Well, that's a good word. Yes, you are exactly the tool man I need. Originally, Li Mu is more suitable to be this tool man. However, he is a county guard and has a lot of official duties, so he really doesn't have time." Cang Master said.

"It's just, what kind of weapon is this weapon?" Yang Ming turned the weapon in his hand and said.

(End of this chapter)