Chapter 508: Cultivating Through False Pretenses
"boom!"
"boom!"
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Every time a gun passes, with a thundering sound, a target will be beaten to ashes.
The five iron infantry cannons that were pushed up easily cleared more than half of the dozens of targets on the field.
But even with such an effect, it did not move the young man with a cold expression at all.
He raised his hand and lightly slapped the air in front of him with his palm, and then the gunpowder smoke that filled the entire school ground and made some sergeants cough couldn't help but settle to the ground in an instant.
At the same time, the remaining targets that were not broken into pieces were turned into powder silently.
The destructive power of cannons that can crack mountains and crack rocks cannot bring any shock at all in this era of extraordinary power. A casual blow from a bloodline person can easily achieve the same effect.
"Do you think I am overestimating my abilities and relying only on these things to daydream about overthrowing the bloodline family's rule for thousands of years?"
Bai Mo was noncommittal because he didn't care about the success or failure of this plan at all, even if the opponent was indeed a Don Quixote-style lunatic charging at the windmill with a sword.
It's just a scene. If it succeeds, it can be viewed as a comedy. If it fails, it can be viewed as a tragedy. He can leave at any time. At least that's what Bai Mo thinks until now.
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"This is a musket that allows an ordinary child to gain the power to kill the lowest monsters in the wild." Lu Yuesheng picked up a blunderbuss, skillfully pulled the trigger, and smashed a stone on the shooting range to pieces.
"Ordinary people in Wei are now inseparable from the protection of bloodline people. Even the weakest monster requires four or five fully armed soldiers to contend with it.
Once encountering a demonic tide, without a bloodline leader to stop it, ordinary people would be doomed.
But if everyone could hold a musket and every city had artillery, they could slowly get rid of their dependence on the lower classes of the family.
Only by gradually eliminating this dependence can we start to turn our guns and resist the family.
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She spoke her thoughts bit by bit.
"Fortunately, it's not a tragedy at the beginning." Bai Mo replied nonchalantly.
"How come his speaking style is so similar to people on Earth? Besides, I haven't heard of the concept of tragedy in Wei Dynasty. Could it be that..."
Combining her inexplicable familiarity with Bai Mo and what he had said before, Lu Yuesheng suddenly had a suspicion flash in her mind that scared her too.
But when she traveled through time, the spiritual energy on the earth had not yet exploded, and it was still the peaceful and peaceful modern society.
She simply could not imagine that a monster with power comparable to the head of a middle-class family would be born on the earth, and then happen to travel to her own world.
"Are you guessing my origin?" Bai Mo saw the clue in the other person's eyes that were avoiding him.
"No...no!" She felt guilty.
He turned to look at Lu Yuesheng and said nothing more.
"...The Wei Dynasty has never been monolithic. There are many opposition aristocratic families, as well as small aristocratic families that have been excluded from the council. They are the behind-the-scenes supporters of several peasant uprising armies.
My idea is to sell firearms to them in large quantities and spread the concept of firearms to the entire Wei Dynasty through the hands of these rebels who are wandering around.
In this land where monsters are rampant and people's lives are as small as grass, the martial arts is extremely strong. The desire for power in everyone's bones is beyond imagination. Even the aristocratic family itself cannot dare to implement the gun ban.
And with the help of the large amount of wealth and resources obtained from selling firearms, we can take advantage of the chaos in the world to quietly farm in these counties and continue to advance in technology until a new turning point occurs. "
Lu Yuesheng deliberately said some modern words such as "farming" and "climbing technology" this time, hoping to test Bai Mo in turn.
It's a pity that Bai Mo still has the same cold face that has never changed, and there is no change in emotion at all. Her test is of little use.
"Why does it feel like this is more like a time traveler on a male video?" This was Bai Mo's thought at this time.
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"I'm not an idiot. Of course I know that with these things alone, it's impossible to deal with the bloodline members of the aristocratic families who fly to the sky and escape from the earth, let alone the endless evil spirits that have been fighting against them for thousands of years.
However, in this dark age, even if there are only some weak and fleeting sparks in the end, it is still worth my efforts. "
After working hard in this land for nearly twenty years, Lu Yuesheng has developed a strong affection for her. She wants to do something to make the world move in a better direction.
"Perhaps ten times or a hundred times the number of people who sacrificed their lives in the 'blood tax' will die from the weapons you sold." Bai Mo said in a slightly teasing tone.
In fact, he didn't really care about how many people would die. He just said this to see the reaction of the "Queen of Arms" and what she would think of what he had done.
"It is always people who kill, not weapons. I just gave them the power to choose their own destiny.
It is to continue this cycle of despair and repeat the fate of weeds for thousands of years.
Or change the future bit by bit and bet on a new era with your blood! "
"It's quite interesting, but killing people is a bit wasteful." Listening to Lu Yuesheng's slightly passionate words, Bai Mo recalled some people who had been on earth, and then said something that was not too dramatic.
"waste?"
"Life that can think is a very precious thing, and it would be a waste to destroy so many."
"Treat the soul as a precious treasure... This guy is really a devil!" She couldn't help but think of the thoughts she had yesterday.
"Engrave this mark on each musket, so that I can bring back the souls of those killed by that gun."
As Bai Mo spoke, he used his fingers to trace a slightly complex pattern on the table like laser engraving.
Rather than letting these souls return to heaven and earth with death, it would be better to let them fill up in the Jiuyou Realm, one empty "plane" after another.
These souls that are thrown into various artificial worlds will be "reincarnated" into different "planes" over and over again until they reach the limit of their souls and naturally dissipate.
The degree of sophistication of the virtual world created by Bai Mo is naturally impossible to surpass the creator's cognition.
His purpose of investing these souls is to find out the flaws in the rules of the virtual world one by one through the thinking of these souls, and to further improve his understanding of the operating laws of the real world.
Taking advantage of fake cultivation and using the virtual world to explore the existence and operation laws of the universe is Bai Mo's attempt to find the next direction.
He had learned from Wu Zhi's words before that as the concentration and activity of spiritual energy continued to decline, the difficulty of entering the next level would skyrocket.
As in the past, the possibility of finding a breakthrough by accident has become even slimmer.