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Zhang Kuang looked at Young Master Liu in amazement: "The Heavenly Sword is in the hands of Senior Wenren. When I was young, Senior held the Heavenly Sword to fight against the world's invincible opponent. I never thought that it would end up in your hands. Anyway, I hope you will not disappoint Senior. trust, and don’t let Heavenly Sword’s prestige disappear in the rivers and lakes.”

"Kid, try your best. If it is true, it is not the material for martial arts, so you have to take the place of your mentor and recruit another apprentice to pass on the Heavenly Sword."

"Everything has its own will, I hope you don't bury the reputation of Tianjian, where is the blueprint?"

"Uncle, wait a moment." First Young Master Liu began to pick through the stack of books again, he really didn't know where to put the blueprint of the horizontal knife.

You can only search one by one.

Looking at Liu Mingzhi who was rummaging through the blueprints, he couldn't help showing a black line on his frantic forehead. He didn't know that such important sharp weapon blueprints were secretly stored in the treasure box, but instead randomly sandwiched them among some sundries.

Being bored, Zhang Kuang could only pick up some rice paper that Liu Mingzhi put aside and flip through it to pass the time.

"Boy, why are there two strange wheels on this iron tire bow? Why are these bow and arrow drawings you drew so nondescript?"

Liu Mingzhi, who was rummaging through the blueprints, replied subconsciously: "The pulley block saves effort. If a five-stone iron tire bow is installed with a pulley block, even soldiers who can only draw a three-stone bow can easily use it."

There was a gleam of light in Zhang Kuang's eyes, he carefully looked at the blueprint of the bow and arrow, as if he wanted to keep it firmly in his heart.

"Where is this bed crossbow? Why is the winch on it so huge? It can be seen that the specifications described above are three points larger than the bed crossbows currently equipped in the military. Such a large tension requires double the cooperation of manpower." .And why would the direction of the arms be reversed?"

"This is called the Eight Bull Crossbow, which means it has the power of eight cows. It is also called the Three-Bow Bed Crossbow. The crossbow arm reverse device can increase the range and power of the crossbow. Although I haven't tried it, it is estimated that it is better than the one in the army. The bed crossbow installed now can shoot at a range of about [-] steps more and its power will not decrease, you have to try it to know exactly how."

"Baoxu!" Zhang Kuang murmured a few words, and Young Master Liu, who was looking at the blueprint anyway, folded the manuscript paper in his hand and stuffed it into his sleeve pocket.

"Why is the hand crossbow in this picture so simple? It shouldn't be very powerful, right? The drawing marked with the god arm crossbow is three feet three feet long, so it might be too big."

"God arm crossbow? Oh, which one is it? Uncle, don't look at the simple shape. The arrows of this god arm crossbow can shoot more than 300 steps. The current hand crossbow is only about [-] steps, but it is not perfect. , I haven’t tested the specifics, and some specifications may need to be more precise.”

"Three hundred steps? Is this still a hand crossbow?" Zhang Kuang moaned softly twice, then folded the drawing and stuffed it into his sleeve.

"What's on it? Why are there so many arrows on the car?"

"The ballista can shoot dozens of long arrow clusters at one time, and countless short arrows. The cliff is a great weapon against infantry. The boy only knows the data and has not studied it thoroughly, and he doesn't know the specific power. But find Some drawings of the Ministry of Industry should be improved."

Zhang Kuang flickered a few times and stuffed his eyes into his sleeves again unceremoniously.

"Oh, I found it. It's stuck here. I haven't seen it for a long time. I almost thought it was lost."

Young Master Liu happily looked at the rice paper manuscript in his hand: "Uncle, this is this one. There are specific records of the horizontal knife on it. Whether it can be made or not is none of my business."

"No hurry, no hurry, uncle suddenly feels thirsty, go and pour him a cup of tea."

Zhang Kuang looked at the dozens of rice paper manuscripts on Liu Dashao's desk, revealing everything.

"Okay, boy, get someone to bring a pot of good tea right away."

Zhang Kuang's face darkened: "Why, isn't uncle worth it for you to pour yourself a glass?"

"Ah? Well, wait a moment, uncle, the boy will pour you some tea."

After First Young Master Liu walked out, Zhang Kuang couldn't wait to stare at the manuscript on the table and rushed over, examining it without blinking.

From time to time, he hesitated and murmured: "This wooden box is so light, could it be that the blueprint of Zhuge Liannu has been lost? Why is there only blueprint but no manufacturing data?"

Ps: I can only eat saved manuscripts these days, and I will update them normally after the matter is resolved

Chapter 352 The Sword Is Gifted to the Hero

Chapter 352 The Sword Is Gifted to the Hero

About two quarters of an hour later, Young Master Liu came in with a tea tray: "Uncle, this is the fragrant tea that the boy made for you just now. I don't know if the talisman suits your taste. Let's drink it for now."

Staring at all kinds of ecstasy, the insolent expression froze for a moment: "Why so fast?"

"Ah?" Liu Mingzhi looked at Zhang Kuang speechlessly, afraid that Zhang Kuang would blame himself for being impolite, so he started making tea non-stop for a while after going out, why would Zhang Kuang feel happy instead?

Liu Mingzhi gently placed the tea tray on the table and poured out two cups of tea for preparation: "Uncle, please drink tea."

Zhang Kuang's expression couldn't help being a little disappointed, and he picked up the teacup resentfully: "Okay, I will try your tea-making skills, if you are not satisfied, you have to make another pot. When will the old man be satisfied?" Can."

Although Zhang Kuang is a general, but he was born in a famous Zhang family since he was a child, he is naturally quite proficient in the art of tea tasting, and when he was in the army, he would order his soldiers to make a pot of tea, except when he was in an emergency. It makes people feel dizzy. Drinking a cup of green tea can not only promote body fluids and quench thirst, but also clear eyesight.

Often a lot of complicated military affairs are handled in an orderly manner in this sip of tea.

Savoring the tea from Liu Mingzhi carefully, Zhang Kuang looked a little confused. In all fairness, Young Master Liu's tea making skills are impeccable, and the tea leaves are also high-quality tea, which is not as bad as the rough and bitter tea he usually drinks. Knowing is hundreds of times stronger.

So satisfied with the tea, how to dismiss Liu Mingzhi became a big problem. He still had some things to settle.

"Uncle, is your arm injured?" Liu Mingzhi looked at Zhang Kuang's wrist in surprise. He always felt that Zhang Kuang was a bit unnatural when drinking tea. When others drank tea, he was naturally comfortable and contented. There is such a sense of incongruity.

"No? Why do you ask such a question." Zhang Kuang looked at First Young Master Liu suspiciously.

"It's fine if you don't have one. The kid just saw that your wrist seemed to be useless when you drank tea, and thought you were injured. It's good if you don't have one."

"Ah? Ah! You mean the old man's wrist? Maybe today's armor doesn't fit well, so it looks a little weird, it's fine, don't take it to heart."

"Ok."

For Zhang Kuang's somewhat weird behavior, Liu Mingzhi only thought that he was not familiar with Zhang Kuang, and it was inevitable that he was not very used to it.

Huh?Liu Mingzhi looked at the well-moistened brush in surprise, he hadn't been in the study for a long time, how could the brush be well-moistened?And I am very clear about my habits. Every time I finish writing, I will clean the brush in my hand and hang it on the pen holder to dry.

Taking a surprised look at Zhang Kuang who was holding a teacup and looking at the layout of the study, Liu Mingzhi always felt that Zhang Kuang was guilty of something.

No way, Mu Ran and Liu Mingzhi looked at the manuscript paper on the table. These are manuscripts drawn based on the memories of his previous life. These are the patterns of various weapons and equipment from the past dynasties.

However, Liu Mingzhi only knew the pattern, and hadn't personally tested how powerful it was.The only weapons that have been forged are Hengdao and Modao, and there are only two of them.

As for the others, they are still under deliberation, and he doesn't know whether they are practical or not.

In a hurry, he passed the manuscripts on the table through his hands. It seemed that a few sheets were missing, but there seemed to be no shortage. The number of manuscript papers seemed to have not changed much.

He didn't even know what was lost for a while.

It doesn't matter if you lose two of them. Anyway, these things will be dedicated to the emperor sooner or later and equipped in the army. However, Young Master Liu is crazy and made things that have not been tested. What if something goes wrong? Just kidding.

There is no problem with swords and the like, but what I am afraid of is the blueprints of various bows, crossbows and crossbows.

Sighing, Liu Mingzhi put the manuscript into the drawer, huh?

Young Master Liu stared blankly at the rice paper in the drawer. Yinger is a girl with some obsessive-compulsive disorder. Every time she helps her clean up her study, she always sticks the rice paper on the inner wall of the drawer, and the number of rice paper is exactly one hundred. No more, no less, just on the same level as the inner wall of the drawer, and then put a copper-printed paperweight on it, but now the drawer is obviously missing no less than twenty or thirty sheets of rice paper.

In an instant, Young Master Liu's mind brightened. He looked at the writing brush on the pen and the missing rice paper and shook his head helplessly, closing the drawer. Liu Mingzhi went to Zhang Kuang's side and patted Zhang Kuang's shoulder: "Uncle... ..." After calling uncle, Liu Mingzhi stretched out his hand to face Zhang Kuang with a sullen face, the meaning is self-evident.

"What are you doing? I'm just drinking you a cup of tea. Are you in a hurry to ask for a teacup?" Zhang Kuang looked a little evasive, and immediately looked firmly at Young Master Liu without hesitation.

"Stop pretending, uncle, you know what the kid wants is not a teacup, take out what's in your sleeve."