Defying the Lottery in Marvel

　　Zhou Yang asked Zinu to buy slaked stone, realgar, and charcoal, and he specifically told the more the better.

　　Although the purple girl was puzzled, she still asked her subordinates to do the same, and she tried her best to buy these three things with almost all her property.

　　In a room in a tavern.

　　Looking at the three things that filled the room, the purple girl was very puzzled.

　　This son Ming, why did he ask himself to buy such medicinal materials, is he trying to make poison?So I called myself here.

　　In this room, in addition to Zi Nu and Zhou Yang, there are several dead men who bought things.

　　They bought almost everything they could buy, except for this room, other rooms were also full of things.

　　It certainly takes time to buy so many things to fill a room.

　　Outside the pub now, the sky is full of stars.

　　Compared with the liveliness of other shops, the pub that was supposed to be open at night closed the door tightly, causing many regular customers to hit the wall and return with disappointment.

　　All that Zi Nu did was for the thing that Zhou Yang said could change the world.

　　"Sir, can we start now?"

　　The purple girl looked at Zhou Yang with anticipation in her eyes.

　　Zhou Yang did not speak, he would use his actions to prove the correctness of his orders.

　　If I remember correctly, the ratio of black powder is one nitrate, two sulfur and three charcoal, that is, one part nitrate, two parts sulfur, and three parts charcoal.

　　However, the purity of these things is not enough, and I don't know what the effect is.

　　Zhou Yang thought for a while, and then directly prepared the black powder.

　　After tossing for a long time, Zhou Yang finally came up with ten pieces of black powder, all of which he put in the earthen jar.

　　When Zhou Yang was configuring the black powder, Zi Nu and several dead men held their breaths and watched intently the whole time.

　　Although they couldn't understand it and didn't know what Zhou Yang's purpose was, it didn't prevent them from guessing.

　　It's just that they didn't expect that after waiting for a long time, Zhou Yang just put ten clay pots on the ground and stopped moving.

　　They knew that the things they bought were stuffed in the pot, but they didn't know why Zhou Yang did this. There was a piece of cloth outside the pot, hanging over the mouth of the pot, which looked very strange.

　　The purple girl couldn't help it anymore.

　　"Sir, what are these for?"

　　Zhou Yang smiled at her, like an exiled immortal who joined the WTO, making Zi Nu feel both distant and mysterious.

　　"These are all arts. When they meet fire, they become the most terrifying things. You can go and try to light the cloth. However, you must be careful."

　　After listening to Zhou Yang's words, all the women were very puzzled, the art of making people be careful?Or is Young Master Ming too looking down on the purple girl?

　　The purple girl took the torch and approached the pots carefully.

　　Her eyes were bright, obviously not afraid, but like a little girl who received a gift, with one point of curiosity, two points of apprehension, three points of anticipation, and finally four points of joy.

　　She set the cloth on fire, then turned around and returned to Zhou Yang, looking forward to what would happen.

　　Zhou Yang's eyes lit up when he looked at the purple girl who was elegant and agile in movement and extremely fast.

　　He really deserves to be the fastest man in the world.

　　The burning of the cloth strip produces a blue-green flame, obviously the temperature is not high and the speed is slow.

　　The girls only felt their heartbeats beating fiercely.

　　Suddenly, when the strip of cloth reached the mouth of the can, the flames exploded, and a bright white light appeared.

　　"boom!"

　　A loud noise hit everyone's eardrums.

　　On the field, except for Zhou Yang, everyone else was stunned.

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Chapter [-] The power of the gods represented by dynamite, the mature and beautiful purple girl

　　The purple girl was a little better, but she opened her small cherry mouth slightly, and her body was still clean, with only a few smudges on her purple clothes.

　　The other women on the field, the dead men were covered in charcoal ash after the explosion of the clay pot, and the shock on their faces, who had always had no emotional fluctuations, never dissipated.

　　The loud noise just now seemed to shake their souls away.

　　In fact, the purple girl was also immersed in the shock from the depths of her soul. The first time she experienced the explosion, her thoughts had drifted far away.

　　As the founder of Quicksand, the proprietress of Zilan Xuan, and the love of Han Fei, Zi Nu's vision is destined to stand in a very high place.

　　She seemed to see Qin's Heavenly Prison being smashed open by this fierce fire, and the army of the princes being swallowed up by this surging force, and the once mighty swordsman was destined to frown when he saw this fire.

　　She was so excited that she managed to squeeze a word out of her throat.

　　"Young master, with this divine artifact, the world can look forward to it!"

　　The dead men finally came back to their senses. Under the signal of the purple girl, they all bowed down and shouted loudly.

　　"Young master's great career can be expected, congratulations to the son."

　　Only now did the purple girl really put aside her worries in her heart.

　　She knew that her decision was not wrong, and that her poor sisters had a good place to go.

　　"Why, a little fire frightened you all?"

　　Contrary to the expectations of Zi Nu and her party, Zhou Yang was not excited at all, as if he had anticipated all this before, and even broke a basin of cold water on them.

　　Zi Nu's enthusiasm was not quenched by Zhou Yang, she was standing all the time, looking at Zhou Yang with burning eyes.

　　"The son uses the power of the gods, which represents the will of God. Those who block the son's footsteps will eventually perish. How can we not be excited."

　　Zhou Yang was taken aback.

　　He remembered that this was the Warring States Period, and people were still superstitious about the power of gods, so Taoism and Yin-Yang family were able to keep growing because there was a market.

　　Unexpectedly, after the appearance of gunpowder, Zi Nu found a reasonable explanation for herself.

　　Zhou Yang felt interesting inside.

　　However, his face was still serious, and he was going to use this to reap another wave of the purple girl's adoration.

　　"You only see the power this brings, but you don't see the potential crisis behind the appearance of things. If this power is abused by others, wouldn't this world become purgatory. I have even greater horrors, but I don't Ready to take it out."

　　Zi Nu dazedly listened to Zhou Yang's words, her heart was complicated.

　　The young master at this time resembles Han Fei back then!The same compassion.But Young Master Ming seems to be far better than Han Fei, how old is she now!Wouldn't the future be even scarier.

　　Zi Nu felt that her obsession with Han Fei suddenly faded a bit. Her little admiration for Zhou Yang seemed to have turned into a different emotion and took root in her heart.

　　The dead men think about things, and they are not as complicated as the purple women, they are very direct.

　　As soon as Zhou Yang's words were finished, they grasped the words of greater terror, and their hearts were shocked and inexplicable.

　　This is dangerous enough to know that only one clay pot is lit. What if ten clay pots are lit together?The materials in this room seem to be able to make hundreds of clay pots. What a spectacular scene it would be if they were lit at the same time!

　　At that time, it is estimated that the omnipotent Lady Purple Lady will not be able to escape.What is the greater terror in the son's mouth?What will the scene be like?

　　The dead men, who were indifferent to their own lives, and even more indifferent to the lives of others, were already intoxicated by the art of explosion.

　　They thought they finally understood what Zhou Yang said.

　　Everyone on the field thought so much, but in reality it was only a few breaths of time.

　　The purple girl smiled at Zhou Yang.

　　"What the son said is that the concubine is stupid, but listen to the son's arrangement."

　　Zhou Yang sighed in his heart.

　　It's really not easy, let the wise purple girl say such words, it seems that she made no mistake in this move.

　　"This is a double-edged sword, we can not use it, but we must have it. What I ask you to do is very simple, there are only two things, one is to purify saltpeter and realgar sulfur, and the second, I want you to go to the public lose. Family place, do something."

　　Then Zhou Yang told Zi Nu the principle of purification, because he didn't know the method very well.

　　Zi Nu's eyes were full of brilliance. It could be said that Zhou Yang opened a door to a new world for Zi Nu.

　　After Zhou Yang finished talking about the purification principle, Zi Nu became curious about Zhou Yang's second thing and couldn't help asking Xiang Zhou Yang.

　　"Young master suddenly mentioned the Gongshu family, did he have a plan? I wonder if the son knows about the Mo family. He is also one of the hundred schools of thought.

　　Zhou Yang was very pleased with Zi Nu's strong thirst for knowledge, so he revealed his plan to her.

　　"The long sword is sharp, but a person with a hilt is required to use it better. So is the gunpowder. The Gongshu family has ambitions and meets my standards. The Mo family is not in a hurry now, and there will be a time to match him."

　　"You let people spread rumors in the Gongshu family that the son knows the true inheritance of the Mo family, and he is superb at closing the phone."

　　Zi Nu was greatly surprised, "Young master can just recruit directly, why is it so troublesome."

　　In fact, Zi Nu had some guesses about Zhou Yang's words in her heart, after all, she had mastered the technique of inner restraint.

　　But Zhou Yang's impact on her today was too great, making her less confident in her judgment for the first time.

　　Unconsciously, Zhou Yang has mastered the rhythm between the two.

　　"It is better to attack people's hearts than to attack people's cities. What I want is the power that belongs to me completely."

　　If Zi Nu realized something, she gave Zhou Yang another point.

　　The conversation between the two continued for a long time, and it was already late at night when it ended.

　　Neither of them are ordinary people, and logically they won't get tired, but Zhou Yang stretched his back and took a deep breath.

　　He didn't practice much today, and he felt a little restrained in his body.

　　I didn't expect that the purple girl in 1.1 opposite Zhou Yang really laughed when she saw this picture, like a girl next door.

　　Under Zhou Yang's puzzled eyes, Zi Nu explained.

　　"I heard the son say so many profound things, and suddenly saw the son like this, and the concubine remembered that the son is still a, um, mortal."

　　Zhou Yang knew that what Zi Nu wanted to say was not a mortal, but a child.

　　With a thought, he was neither anxious nor annoyed, and laughed.