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Chapter 16 Arrows and Spears

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    Looking at the girl's stubborn eyes, Yu Duxiu sighed softly, stepped forward and rubbed Yu Shiniang's hair: "It's okay, brother won't be so stupid, how can a mere beast and monster touch me?"

    Yu Shiniang did not speak, but stared at Yu Duxiu with a pair of river-like eyes, her eye circles were reddish, and mist filled them.

    Yu Duxiu was helpless. She really loved and protected this sister who had suffered countless hardships since she was a child. She could only make a gesture of surrender with her hands: "If you don't go, that's it. If you don't go, that's it."

    Yu Shiniang sniffed when she heard this and said in a deep voice: "Don't you remember how Uncle Eight died?".

    Yu Duxiu was silent when he heard this. He could not remember Yu Duxiu's eighth uncle very clearly. He seemed to have gone into the mountains to hunt and was bitten to death by a tiger demon. He never came back, so the two brothers and sisters were left alone.

    Looking at the clothes full of patches on her body, the younger sister's clothes were mended again and again, and her shoes were all covered with large and small patches. Yu Duxiu felt sad after seeing it. She really didn't know how she could hold up such a thin body before.  This home.

    "Don't worry." Yu Duxiu patted Yu Shiniang's shoulder, picked up the bucket and walked towards the river.

    The water is clear, the jade is beautiful, but there is no interest at all, just the legs splashing in the water boringly, startling the fish in the distance and running away.

    "This is a world where demons are rampant. Even the immortals have seen it. Will there be less demons and ghosts?" Yu Duxiu said to himself, and then closed his eyes tightly. The strands of true blood of the ancestral dragon gave Yu Duxiu a lot of supplements, and the magic power in his body  It keeps surging, bringing with it bursts of powerful momentum, and the magic power in the body is twisted into a rope, like a dragon, roaring continuously in its body, causing bursts of wind and rain.

    "Three hundred years of mana," Yu Duxiu said to himself. No one thought that a wisp of true dragon ancestral blood would have such a miraculous effect. It not only promoted Yu Duxiu's transformation and perfection, but also directly increased his three hundred years of mana.

    Three hundred years of mana means that Yu Duxiu has spared three hundred years of hard work and is one step closer to the road to immortality.

    In the world of spiritual practice, the strength of a monk's magical power is not the only thing that determines the superiority or inferiority, but the strength of the magical power.

    "Otherwise, even if you have ten thousand years of magic power, but only have a useless spell, if you meet a monk who has practiced a hundred years of magic, but his magical power is incredible, you can still beat the monk with ten thousand years of magic power and run away.

    Mana is the source, but magical power is the means.

    "We spend all day fishing. My brother and sister will never expect to be rich in their lives. I also want to join the Supreme Religion. But I don't feel comfortable leaving my sister alone in the world of mortals. I have to follow her. Traveling far requires a long journey."  Capital, my brother and sister only have some grains in exchange, so what money can they spend? The only way now is to go hunting in the mountains. If we can hunt good furs, we can sell them at a high price, which will be used as capital for my brother and sister's journey."  At this point, Yu Duxiu stood up and looked at the clear stream, and said: "I still need a strong bow. I have been in contact with the ancient martial arts family in my previous life. In that era of advanced technology, the so-called secrets that are not passed on have long been gone."  The secret is, no matter how powerful the bow and arrow are, they can't match the bullets. If you make a strong bow, it will be of great help."

    With that said, Yu Duxiu began to wander in the nearby woods. Making a strong bow requires good materials, otherwise it will be difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. The best material for making a strong bow is the aged green bamboo. After various secret preparations,  Only after this method can a strong bow be made.

    Although there is a magical power to make wind and rain, human power is limited after all. Once the magical power is restrained, wouldn't it be a helpless thing to wait for death?

    After walking around, Yu Duxiu found an old green bamboo that was almost a century old.

    With a slight flick of her palm, Yu Duxiu said with satisfaction: "It's up to you."

    At night, Yu Duxiu was carrying a green bamboo, and on the green bamboo was a fish bucket.

    Still being robbed of fish and meat just like yesterday, seeing everyone walking back with satisfaction, Yu Duxiu said to a strong, dark-skinned man, "Uncle Li, wait a moment."

    Uncle Li is the only blacksmith in the village, and all the knives and farm tools in the village are made by Uncle Li.

    Uncle Li stopped when he heard this, the two carps in his hands jumped, and then said: "Is something wrong?".

    Hearing this, Yu Duxiu nodded, hesitated slightly and said, "I would like to ask my uncle to help me build some gadgets. How about giving him two fish every day in the future?"

    Uncle Li¡¯s eyes lit up when he heard this: ¡°What do you want to build?¡±.

    Yu Duxiu showed her white teeth: "I need arrows and a spear."

    Uncle Li frowned when he heard this: "What do you want to make a weapon for?".

    Yu Duxiu showed a harmless smile: "I have caught all the fish around here. If I want to catch fish, I have to go farther away. I just"But it's not very safe, so I want some weapons for self-defense."

    Uncle Li nodded when he heard this: "You can come to my house in three days."

    After finishing speaking, Uncle Li turned and left.

    After slowly carrying everything home, Yu Shiniang was sitting on the door frame blankly, looking outside in a daze.

    "Shi Niang, I'm back," Yu Duxiu said.

    Yu Shiniang stood up and asked, "Why are you so late today?"

    "What are you doing with this green bamboo? This green bamboo is not only difficult to break, but also does not burn. It is not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also a waste of time."

    Yu Duxiu smiled mysteriously: "Do you still have pig skins at home?"

    Yu Shiniang nodded: "Of course there is."

    "Go get the pigskin." Yu Duxiu put the things down.

    Yu Shiniang was stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the house.

    Yu Duxiu was not in a hurry to have dinner. He just used the moonlight to split the green bamboo and get some yams that he didn't know where. He put them into the big pot in the yard and started to boil them.

    Seeing this, Yu Shiniang couldn't help but swallow her saliva. She seemed to think of the various delicacies her brother had cooked recently. She said with a smile on her face: "Brother, you are going to make something delicious. Is this bamboo edible?"  ".

    Yu Duxiu rolled her eyes, why did her little sister have the tendency to become a foodie?

    ¡°This bamboo is for use, not for eating,¡± Yu Duxiu explained patiently.

    Yu Shiniang said oh, put down a pot of pig skins without interest, and squatted there to watch Yu Duxiu busy.

    Putting some herbs and pig skin together and soaking them in water, Yu Duxiu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's eat."

    After a night of silence, the next day before leaving, Yu Duxiu told Yu Shiniang not to cut off the flame in the stove, turned around, picked up the barrel and walked outside.

    After boiling the bamboo for two days, the water in the pot changed color and turned dark green. Only then did Yu Duxiu take out the bamboo and began to bend it according to the shape of a strong bow.

    The color of the bamboo changed from dark green to light yellow. After being tied up with straw rope, Yu Duxiu then sealed it to cover the sun and let it dry in the shade.

    If it were ordinary bamboo, it would have deteriorated long ago after being boiled in boiling water for two days, but the transformation of the herbs added by Yu Duxiu had a finishing touch.

    On the third day, Yu Duxiu returned to the village early, carrying two fish and walked towards the blacksmith Uncle Li's house. Before he could get closer, he heard the sound of clanking, banging and banging, and a hot air came from  Coming out of the gate and onto the road.

    "Is Uncle Li here?" Yu Duxiu said standing outside the door.

    "Duxiu, come in," Uncle Li's voice came from the yard.

    Entering the house, the first thing you see is pots of charcoal fires and the blacksmith's felt table. Uncle Li is spinning the hammer in his hand, constantly beating an iron block. When Yu Duxiu comes in, the blacksmith puts down the hammer in his hand.  The towel on his chest wiped the sweat: "Follow me."

    Yu Duxiu put down the fish in his hand and followed the blacksmith into the house. However, he saw that most of the house was farm utensils, as well as some hatchets and other supplies, with some sharp objects.

    In a corner, the blacksmith pulled a cloth bag and knocked it down. Dozens of arrows radiating with cold light fell on the ground: "Let's see what happens."

    Hearing this, Yu Duxiu took the arrow in his hand, weighed it and said, "Not bad."

    This arrowhead has just been cast and has not yet been opened. The owner of the arrow needs to do it himself.

    After turning the corner, the blacksmith pointed to a spear on the table and said, "Are you satisfied?"

    Hearing this, Yu Duxiu grabbed the spear in her hand, and with a shudder of power, the tiger roared instantly.

    "Although this spear is good, it is a little light and not easy to use," Yu Duxiu said with a frown.

    The blacksmith's eyes widened: "This is the beginning of the refining of fine steel. I thought you were too young to handle anything too heavy, but I didn't expect you to be a freak. You can swing a gun weighing dozens of kilograms with ease."  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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