Joy of Life: Invincible Starting from Basic Swordsmanship

Chapter 73: The Cangshan matter concludes, heading to the Hanging Temple

The box was opened, and a Barrett sniper rifle came into view.

Fan Ruoruo, naturally unfamiliar with the gun, curiously picked up the barrel and asked, "Uncle Wuzhu, what is this?"

"A weapon, a weapon that can kill a Grandmaster."

"what!"

Fan Ruoruo was extremely shocked and somewhat confused. She couldn't understand how this dark iron pipe could kill a Grandmaster.

"It looks like a musket, but muskets are very weak; they probably wouldn't pose a threat to a Grandmaster!"

"Pretty much, but this was brought out of the temple by the young lady. She said it could kill a Grandmaster, so it definitely can."

Ye Chengfeng also walked over and said to Wu Zhu, "Can I take a look?"

Wu Zhu pushed the box in front of Ye Chengfeng without saying anything else.

But his action indicated that he had already agreed.

The Barrett was in a disassembled state, but Ye Chengfeng quickly reassembled it.

He even skillfully held the gun and aimed.

"Uncle Wuzhu, why isn't the firing pin here?"

"The firing pin was destroyed by Miss."

Wu Zhu didn't think there was anything special about Ye Chengfeng knowing Barrett or even being able to use it.

In Wu Zhu's understanding, it was not surprising that humans were familiar with firearms.

"You two can practice aiming with the muskets."

After saying this, Wu Zhu reached into his pocket and took out a Desert Eagle, handing it to Ye Chengfeng.

"This is for your self-defense. It only has seven bullets, so don't use it unless absolutely necessary."

Ye Chengfeng never expected that, in addition to the Barrett, Wu Zhu also had a Desert Eagle.

Among pistols, the Desert Eagle is definitely one of the most powerful.

While it can't compare to the Barrett, it's certainly sufficient for self-defense.

Ye Chengfeng was also a little puzzled, as the Desert Eagle did not appear in the original work.

"Was Uncle Wuzhu's gun also left behind by Ye Qingmei?"

"no."

"So where did you get it from?"

"I don't remember."

Ye Chengfeng was somewhat helpless. He knew that Wu Zhu's memories were incomplete due to the damage to his memory chip.

Ye Chengfeng didn't ask any more questions. After thinking for a moment, he handed the Desert Eagle to Fan Ruoruo.

"Ruoruo, you can keep this. I'll teach you how to use it later."

The Desert Eagle is quite powerful; it can even inflict some damage on a Grandmaster at close range.

Unfortunately, at close range, one cannot fire a shot at a Grandmaster.

Even a Grandmaster cannot be hit if he is on guard.

However, the Desert Eagle is still quite powerful against ordinary ninth-rank opponents when used unexpectedly.

It's perfect to give it to Fan Ruoruo for self-defense.

Moreover, Ye Chengfeng himself could handle a ninth-rank martial artist; the Desert Eagle was merely icing on the cake.

After giving his instructions, Wu Zhu left. He needed to see Fan Xian, as Fan Xian would have to help repair the Barrett.

Because in this era, only the three workshops that Ye Qingmei founded can manufacture the firing pins for Barrett missiles.

After Wu Zhu left, Fan Ruoruo played with the Desert Eagle.

"Brother Chengfeng, is this a weapon similar to a musket?"

"Yes, that's right. See this? This is the trigger. Just pull the trigger to fire."

"Look here again, the eye, the point above, and the target form a straight line."

"Yes, I know that. It works on the same aiming principle as a musket, right?"

Fan Ruoruo quickly understood.

But Fan Ruoruo still had some doubts: could this little 'musket' really have that much power?

"Could such a small musket really harm a ninth-rank martial artist?"

Seeing Fan Ruoruo's eager expression, Ye Chengfeng quickly stopped her.

"Don't even think about trying it. The attack power of this gun is secondary; the key issue is that it can't be replenished with bullets."

Suddenly, Ye Chengfeng remembered something and said to Fan Ruoruo, "By the way, do you see this button?"

"Yes, I saw it."

"If you bend it this way, you can't fire. If you bend it back, you can fire. When you carry it with you, just keep it in the incapacitated state to avoid accidentally injuring yourself."

Ye Chengfeng then explained the effects of insurance to Fan Ruoruo.

"But how should I practice? What if I can't hit the target in a crucial moment if I'm not familiar with it?"

Ye Chengfeng thought about it carefully and realized that Fan Ruoruo's concerns were not without reason.

However, this was no challenge for Ye Chengfeng.

"Here's what I'll do: I'll make you a wooden pistol of the same style when I have some free time, so you can practice aiming."

Fan Ruoruo and Ye Chengfeng were thinking about how to practice their marksmanship.

Meanwhile, Fan Xian, along with his wife and Fan Sizhe, had already managed to fool the merchants.

Fan Xian not only solved the problem of the treasury deficit, but also far exceeded expectations.

"Why haven't I seen Ruoruo and that guy Ye Chengfeng these past few days?"

Fan Xian asked Lin Wan'er, who was standing to the side.

"I don't know, maybe they went sightseeing!"

The resentment in Lin Wan'er's tone made Fan Xian feel somewhat awkward.

The plan was to bring Lin Wan'er here for sightseeing, but once they arrived at Cangshan, he was busy ripping off the merchants.

He even summoned Lin Wan'er to do clerical work.

"Haha, well then, let's go find them."

Fan Xian quickly grabbed Lin Wan'er's hand and walked outside.

At this moment, Ye Chengfeng and Fan Ruoruo were indeed leaning on each other, standing on the pavilion, admiring the beautiful scenery of Cangshan Mountain.

"You two are really having a lot of free time. Poor me, I'm working myself to death because of the internal treasury deficit. Sure enough, my sister has grown up and isn't close to her brother anymore."

Upon suddenly hearing Fan Xian's voice, Fan Ruoruo, like a frightened kitten, immediately pushed Ye Chengfeng away.

"Brother, what did you say?"

Fan Ruoruo blushed and complained.

"Exactly, what does your Southern Qing's treasury deficit have to do with us? We're from Eastern Yi City."

As he spoke, Ye Chengfeng grabbed Fan Ruoruo's slender waist. Fan Ruoruo tried to struggle, but how could she break free?

Fan Xian rolled his eyes, but Ye Chengfeng's words made sense.

The two young couples had only been enjoying themselves in Cangshan for a few more days when Emperor Qing sent people to find Fan Xian.

Send him to the Hanging Temple.

Since Fan Xian has left, Ye Chengfeng and the others naturally won't stay in Cangshan any longer.

However, Ye Chengfeng planned to go to the Hanging Temple with Fan Xian.

If he remembered correctly, Fan Xian would encounter the temple's messenger when he went to the Hanging Temple.

However, Fan Xian failed to catch up with the other party.

Ye Chengfeng really wanted to capture and study that robot that was on par with Wu Zhu.

Although this temple messenger is not as strong as Wu Zhu, this is because Wu Zhu not only has self-awareness, but has also fought against countless masters.

With far superior combat stats, it's no surprise that the Temple Messenger lost.

Inside the carriage, Fan Xian looked at Ye Chengfeng, his expression shifting between light and dark.

The reason is simple: Ye Chengfeng is not suitable to appear in public at the moment.

This time, the one who came to pick him up was the Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guard, Gong Dian.

"Why do you insist on coming with me? What's your purpose? Aren't you afraid Emperor Qing will find out?"

Fan Xian lowered his voice, and in order to bring Ye Chengfeng along, he got into another argument with Gong Dian.

"Don't worry, Emperor Qing definitely knows I'm in the capital. As long as I don't show up to cause trouble for Li Chengze, he won't interfere."

Gong Dian naturally reported Ye Chengfeng's matter to Emperor Qing.

This includes Ye Chengfeng's current state of mind.