Chapter 5328 Thank You

Yu Jizi felt extremely ashamed and angry at this moment.

As a righteous leader, he has been taught since childhood that good and evil are incompatible.

In the righteous sect, there are three major sins that cannot be forgiven.

He deceived his teachers and destroyed his ancestors, colluded with the demon sect, and practiced demonic skills.

The so-called practice of demonic skills refers to practicing those skills that are regarded as evil and heretical by the righteous sects. These skills have several characteristics, such as bloodthirsty and cruel, searching for souls, harvesting yin and replenishing yang, and absorbing the evil yin...

Since Yu Jizi began to absorb the evil energy of the Formation Eye, practice the God-killing Demon Sword, and practice undead magic more than ten years ago, he has basically abandoned the Cangyun Sect's true method of Yin-Yang, Qiankun, and Dao.

Devote yourself wholeheartedly to the evil spirit.

Of course he knows that these evil spirits are demons and monsters, and they are very likely to sink him into the sea of ​​demons and never recover.

However, he had no choice.

He has been comforting himself over the years. He did not cultivate the evil spirit because he wanted to gain powerful power, but for the sake of all living beings.

The old storyteller unceremoniously tore off the fig leaf he had used to cover himself tonight, making Yu Jizi feel ashamed and angry, and chopped a fine high-quality ash wood table into powder.

Faced with Yu Jizi's anger and murderous intent, the old storyteller sat firmly on the Diaoyutai without showing any signs of panic.

He even waved his hand to stop the rice bucket that rushed in to protect him.

It seemed that in his heart, the jade machine in front of him did not pose any threat to him.

The impact of the air waves stirred up the dust on the ground that had not been swept away for many years, covering the bright moon in the sky.

About half a stick of incense had passed, the dust and smoke dispersed, and the moonlight shone on their cheeks again.

The old storyteller still squinted his eyes, and Yu Jizi seemed to have recovered from his previous anger.

The table was broken by him and the wine was gone.

Yu Jizi paced in the small courtyard with his hands behind his back.

He turned his back to the old storyteller and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

He said slowly: "The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, the long river is gradually setting and the dawn stars are sinking. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and blue sky are in my heart every night."

The old storyteller also stood up.

His joking expression softened, and he looked at Yu Jizi's side face with some confusion.

Under the moonlight, the expression on Yu Jizi's cheek was also very complicated.

Full of helplessness and helplessness.

He could only use this ancient poem to express his heart.

He said slowly: "Old sir, you almost know all my secrets. Tell me, am I right or wrong?"

The old storyteller did not answer directly.

Instead, he said: "I am not the only person in the world who knows your secret. Whether it is right or wrong, you should have already judged it in your heart. Of course, history will also give you a fair answer."

Yujizi's body trembled slightly.

He turned his head and looked deeply at the short, fat old man in front of him.

His blurred eyes gradually brightened.

The old storyteller didn't answer his own question, but he had already answered it.

Yujizi nodded slowly and said, "Thank you very much."

Then, he flew into the air.

A misty and illusory voice came from the night sky, saying: "Maybe we will see each other again in the future."

The old storyteller looked at the sky and murmured: "I don't want to see you again."

After all, the old storyteller still felt a little bit unbearable at the end.

Yu Jizi became what he is today, not for himself, but for the whole world. Because of this, the Buddhist sect, Tianshi Dao, including Ye Xiaochuan, as well as Du Chun and Ning Xiangruo from the Cangyun sect, all know that the initiator of the Yangtze River Massacre was Yu Jizi, but without exception, these people chose to do it. jade machine

Keep secrets.

Of course they knew that what Yu Jizi did was outrageous and outrageous to both humans and gods.

But, so what.

If any one of them were sitting in Yu Jizi's position, they would probably make the same choice as Yu Jizi.

Preserving civilization on earth is a top priority.

Protecting the hundreds of millions of people in the world is a top priority.

In the face of these two things, anything harmful to the world is a trivial matter.

Not to mention dozens of villages, even dozens of cities, if you should give them up, you still have to give them up.

This is what the old storyteller wanted to convey in his last sentence.

Yujizi was a very smart man, and he understood what the old storyteller meant.

He was very relieved.

At least it made him feel that there were still people in the world who were secretly supporting him.

This is enough.

The rice bucket walked to the old storyteller's side, and the latter kicked it aside.

Fantong was not angry either. He wandered into the lobby of the Wu Family Ancestral Hall and started looking for food.

The Wu family has declined. The place has not been cleaned for many years, and there is not even a fruit offering. This makes Fantong very disappointed.

Although the old storyteller cursed the rice bucket for being unloyal and a foodie, he would not really starve the iron-eating beast.

He took out a few apples and threw them to Fan Tong, then lit a fire for Fan Tong to make rice, making rice porridge that Fan Tong liked to eat the most.

The next day.

Kunlun Wonderland, the Kingdom of the Goddess.

Outside the palace.

His Majesty She and Princess Nvyan stood on top of the high city wall and looked at the ten artillery pieces neatly placed on the school field.

The muzzle of the artillery was pointed at the palace wall.

Hundreds of red-feathered soldiers, carrying standard muskets on their backs, are waiting for Her Majesty the Queen's review.

It has to be said that the work efficiency of Tiannu Kingdom is very high.

Not long after Ye Xiaochuan left, they had already begun mass-producing muskets and artillery.

This was the first batch delivered to the military.

As firearms workshops continue to expand and technology continues to improve, the production speed of muskets and artillery will also be greatly increased.

The first musketeers to inspect, under the command of the female captain, a hundred musketeers quickly divided into three columns.

Not far in front of them was the palace wall.

There are many wooden dummies inserted below.

The first row of muskets was loaded with gunpowder and projectiles, aimed, and fired.

Then he quickly squatted down and started cleaning the barrel with a thin stick stained with grease.

The musketeers in the second row behind him immediately raised their guns and fired.

Then he squatted down and, like the previous row of musketeers, began to prepare for the next round of shooting.

Finally, the third row of musketeers fired to fill the gap.

After the third row fired, the musketeers in the first row also loaded their ammunition and started a new round of shooting.

Amidst the explosions, most of the projectiles hit the palace wall, and only a few of the projectiles hit the wooden dummy.

It can be seen that this epoch-making new weapon is still difficult for them to control and requires diligent training to master it accurately.

The power of muskets is much stronger than that of crossbows.

A few dozen feet away, the green bricks on the city wall were still shattered countless times.

If this thing hits a person's body, he will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die.

Female She shook her head and said, "It's very powerful, but it's not accurate enough."

Nujie said: "Mother, you are worrying too much. In a wartime state, countless enemies are rushing up. There is almost no gap. Even a blind man can hit someone."

Female She said: "The heavenly warriors are different from the human warriors, especially the madman warriors and giant warriors. Their fatal weaknesses are mainly concentrated in the head, and a blow to their body will not cause fatal damage to them.

Muskets and artillery consume a lot of war resources. If they are not accurate enough, their lethality in wartime will be greatly reduced.

The order continues, the musketry corps and the artillery corps we have formed must practice diligently, master the shooting skills of these two new weapons as soon as possible, and must improve their accuracy.

At the same time, we should speed up the production of muskets, artillery, and gunpowder... Now that the mother-in-law is in a hurry, we don't have much time left. "