"Haha, me? Where do I know."

Chen Hong laughed dryly, "How can I guess the emperor's thoughts?"

"Then you can experience it slowly."

"I asked you to come, just let you see this. Now that I have finished watching, you can go back."

"ah?"

Chen Hong was stunned for a moment, then raised his foot and wanted to leave.

"You wait."

Chen Zhen called Chen Hong, "You go back and tell Yang Shun that the Hall of Prayer for You is well designed, so he can design another toy to relieve my worries."

"Brother, you."

Chen Hong reluctantly turned around and smiled, "The last time you promised someone else was not fulfilled."

"Now I have no other courage to convey my will."

"Ha ha."

Chen Zhen laughed, "Even if I break my promise, so what? If he lets a gangster do things for me, will he still have reason to refuse to negotiate terms?"

“…”

Chen Hong was speechless.

Chen Zhen glared, "Do you say it or not? If you don't say it, then I will send someone to tell me."

"Then you'd better send someone to tell me personally, don't continue to let me be a bad person."

"Brother, if it's okay, I'll kneel down first."

Chen Hong waved his hand and left as if he was running away.

Looking at his hasty steps when he ran away, Chen Zhen's stern expression suddenly faded away, and he gently lit the armrest of the seat with an expressionless face, and said to himself, "Yang Shun, Yang Shun."

At the same time, in Yang Shun's dilapidated house.

He and Zhang Chong stood side by side, with thick gauze wrapped around Zhang Chong's shoulders. This guy is worthy of being a Wu Jinshi. He has amazing physical fitness and has no infection.

This is the blessing of misfortune.

These days, any infection is a fatal matter.

Even Yang Shun is not guaranteed to be handled 100%.

"Zhang Chong, I know you have always wanted to know why I could kill hundreds of elite killers that day."

"I can tell you today."

"Ah, really? Master."

When Zhang Chong heard this, he was excited.

Since experiencing the storm that day, he has dreamed that Yang Shun has been unpredictable.

But he didn't dare to ask. He knew that this must be the master's big secret. If the master was willing to tell him, he would naturally say it.

If you don’t want to ask, it’s not good if you are curious.

Now that Yang Shun brought him here and took the initiative to mention this matter, Zhang Chong was overjoyed.

I immediately fell to the ground with a kneeling sound, "Master is here, the disciple should follow the teacher's orders and listen to the teachings!"

"Okay, you get up first, I said, don't kneel down and bow at any time, I won't be here."

"Oh, OK, Master."

Zhang Chong stood up from the ground.

Yang Shun took out a beaded musket from his pocket and held it in front of Zhang Chong.

The latter's pupils contracted sharply, and all his attention was focused on the immortal killing weapon in Yang Shun's hand.

He could see at a glance that this thing was one of the magical artifacts that kept spitting out flames that day, and harvesting killers was as simple as cutting grass.

Yang Shun said: "This thing is called the Lianzhu Musket."

"Similar to a crossbow."

"But the lethality is much more than that of crossbows. The ones filled with gunpowder, the so-called gunpowder, is made of saltpeter, sulfur and other substances often used by warlocks in a certain proportion, and has the power of burning and explosion."

"The projectiles filled with gunpowder will cause extremely serious damage when they enter the body."

Those who are hit will either die or be disabled.

Zhang Chong seemed to understand it, but at least he was a little convinced that this thing was not a magical artifact, it was just a super powerful crossbow.

The things emitted are equivalent to hidden weapons.

This is Zhang Chong's own understanding.

Yang Shun did not explain too much to him, knowing that some of the things here can be explained clearly without explanation.

This guy has too low cultural level, and it can be said that he is not educated. Too much to say to him is tantamount to playing the piano against a cow.

So after just a brief explanation, he handed the Lianzhu Musket into Zhang Chong's hands.

"I'll give it to you."

"I will teach you simple shooting methods, but don't use it to your own people."

Yang Shun said in a deep voice.

To be honest, I haven't given it before, but I actually don't trust it enough.

As an earthling on the 21st century, Yang Shun actually doesn't trust the so-called master-apprentice relationship. Although Zhang Chong is very attentive to him and obeys him, he is one of the people he trusts the most.

But firearms are of great importance, and their trust has not reached the point of understanding that Yang Shun is willing to hand over the firearms to him.

But after experiencing the last test of life and death, Zhang Chong fought with his life without hesitation, and even used his flesh and blood to help him block the knife, which immediately made this trust break through the boundaries.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Chong stared at the magic weapon in Yang Shun and swallowed several times, then waved his hand quickly, "Master, how can this make it? This magical object is too precious and priceless. How can I be blessed to be able to absorb it?"

"It's better to keep it with the master. If something happens again, my disciple will feel much more at ease."

"If you let me take it, just take it. Since my teacher decided to grant it to you, you are naturally worthy of it."

"You don't need to worry about anything else. Since you can do one trick, you can do more."

"ah?"

Zhang Chong's heart was beating fast and his breathing was a little uncomfortable. His intact arm was trembling and hung in the air. His five fingers approaching the musket were gently bent, but he was reluctant to really hold it in his hand.

"Give."

Yang Shun couldn't stand his hesitant look, so he pulled his hand over and forced the musket into his palm.

The moment Zhang Chong touched the musket, the tiger's body shook, and he felt as if he had been hit by a thunder in his head, his whole body was numb, and the blood flow rate in his body was extremely accelerated and he was boiling continuously.

Feeling the real touch of the artifact in his hand, his eyes gradually turned red without control.

"This musket is yours."

"I will teach you how to use it later. If you practice diligently, you can be free to hold it and let it go."

"Thank you, Master."

Zhang Chong couldn't help but kneel down on the ground again, holding his fists and kowtowed several times, "Master's great kindness and virtue, treat me as my own, like a rebirth of his parents. My disciple is grateful, so he can only follow the master's leader."

"Okay, we don't need so many polite things."

"Get up, but if you want to really use him well, you need to learn some cultural knowledge, would you like?"

Yang Shun thought about it and had an idea to see if he could use this matter to fool Zhang Chong into learning culture.

Sure enough, under the temptation of the magical artifact, Zhang Chong completely forgot his previous resistance. The chicken nodded like a rice pecking at the rice and agreed: "The disciple is obeying the order of his master and guarantees that he will live up to his high expectations!"

"Okay, okay, just call me Master. Why do you always do Master Master? It's like a fantasy novel or a sect of cultivation."

"It's almost done calling Master."

Yang Shun couldn't stand the title of Zhang Chong, and waved his hand speechlessly.

“Yes, Master.”

"Okay, I'll explain to you how to use the musket."

...

As time goes by, the storm in the imperial city seems to fade away.

However, with Li Hengtong being arrested, the storm once again surfaced and became the focus of discussion among civil and military officials in the court.

This day.

Chen Xiao's people suddenly found the Kang Prince's Mansion.

Yang Shun happened to be talking to King Kang.

Talk about the Cuju Hall in Wangjing City and the Cuju competition.
To be continued...