Xiao Zhaohu squatted on the table, and suddenly his hind legs exerted force, and he stood up. His two front paws aimed at Shen Lang with a lightning cat punch, and his small paws were so fast that they left an afterimage.
Shen Lang's eyes were dazzled. Before he could figure out what was going on, he had already been hit several times on the face.
Fortunately, Xiao Zhao didn't show his paws, and just patted him with her pink and tender flesh pads.
Otherwise, with the sharpness of Xiao Zhao's small claws and its strength that has gradually grown to the point where it is now no less than a seven or eight-year-old child, even if Shen Lang has a level of skin enhancement, his skin will still have the ability to "slip and not slip".
, now his face is scratched with bloodstains.
"This doesn't count, I just got distracted..."
[Tsk, Shen Lang, what’s the matter with you? Why are you reacting so slowly? Is the agility you were given as feedback strengthened? Concentrate, focus, don’t get distracted anymore, meow! 】
"..."
In the next few days, Shen Lang lived a very regular life——
Go to work in the morning, patrol the streets, and get familiar with the county environment.
At noon, Zhu Hu would be invited to a restaurant for a big meal. Sometimes he would bump into Lao Zhao and his followers. Shen Lang would also invite them to eat and drink together. During the chat, he would randomly inquire about some irrelevant information, such as the surrounding geography.
I used to take time off in the afternoon, I didn’t even bother to make up excuses, and then I would go home and practice my boxing and sword moves tirelessly, sparring with Xiao Zhao, training my footwork, body skills, and trying to dodge the Cat Fist.
In the evening, I go out to a place to eat. After returning home, I continue to practice, then take a medicinal bath, and then continue to practice again.
Until your physical strength is almost exhausted and your spirit is on the verge of reaching its limit, you will go to bed with extreme exhaustion and quickly recover in a deep sleep.
By the way, Shen Lang also asked Zhu Hu how to use a flintlock pistol. He borrowed Zhu Hu's gun and learned a series of steps such as loading and firing. He also found a place to try firing a few shots and experienced the shooting of a flintlock musket.
a feeling of.
He even used Zhu Hu and Lao Zhao as an excuse to ask for advice, and used a seventh-grade warrior's "sound beating" on him. He personally experienced a sudden burst of shouts from a seventh-grade middle-level warrior with the force of his heart at close range.
The eardrums roared and I felt dizzy.
This feeling is very bad.
Although the duration is very short, Zhao Mengshan is a seventh-level master, and the power of a blow is far superior to that of Zhu Hu and Old Zhao. If he takes a hit, even if it only stuns him for a second, he will probably be torn into pieces by Zhao Mengshan.
smash.
Before facing Zhao Mengshan directly, we must first try to completely weaken him and abolish his ability to sound and attack.
Of course, it would be best if we could directly take away Zhao Mengshan.
For this reason, Shen Lang fully tested the functions of the Dian Jing Pen.
For example, you can first create a fine pen space, then ask Xiao Zhao to take the pen to another place, and then come out of the space to see if the position has been successfully moved.
Another example is to hold a lit incense stick between your fingers, and then take Xiao Zhao with you. Xiaoyu will enter the Dian Jing Pen space at the same time, but does not take away the incense stick. This is to test whether everyone has entered, or whether they have entered at the same time.
When there is no little demon outside, I just enter with my consciousness.
If there is no little demon outside the space, and he only enters with his consciousness, but his body remains in this world, then the incense stick that he has not brought into the space and is caught in his fingers will naturally burn his hand after a while.
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Experiments have proven that even if there is no little demon outside, his body has entered the Dianjingbi space and has not remained in the outside world.
Because after coming out of the space, the lit incense stick and lighting pen fell to the ground.
After proving that he and all the little demons have entered the Dian Jing Brush space, they will turn into a dragon and snake-like brand when they are carried around. The Dian Jing Brush attached to the back of his left hand will return to its original shape as a half-old brush and fall to the ground.
, Shen Lang tested the injury-bearing ability of Dianjingbi again:
They slashed with knives, stabbed with swords, smashed with rocks, flooded, burned, and even exploded with gunpowder outside the city.
Of course, when testing the damage-bearing ability of the fine pen, you should carefully and slowly increase the intensity. The strength of the knife, sword, stab, and stone is increased little by little. Water, fire, gunpowder and explosion also increase the time and power little by little.
Experiments have proven that the injury-bearing ability of such rare items as "spiritual treasures" such as the Dianjing Pen is beyond imagination.
Anyway, none of the methods currently available to Shen Lang can cause any damage to the pen.
Even the few tiny hairs on the half-bald pen tip, which looked extremely fragile, could not be destroyed by any means.
This made Shen Lang more confident in his plan.
Time passes like this day by day.
When the day was scheduled to pick up the guns, Shen Lang went to the gunsmith's shop to pick up the two custom-made flintlock pistols.
The shopkeeper of the gunsmith shop received him with heavy dark circles under his eyes:
"Mr. Shen, the young man and his apprentices took turns working day and night, working non-stop for six days and nights, and finally fulfilled their mission. Take a look, are you satisfied with these two guns?"
Shen Lang took over two heavy flintlock pistols. He saw that the appearance of these two guns was rough, without any fine decoration. They only slightly polished the burrs on the oak handles and stainless steel barrels. They looked stupid and clumsy.
Nothing fancy.
But this is his own requirement. He only seeks practicality, not beauty, and of course he will not be picky about appearance.
Shen Lang held a gun in each hand. He felt that the handle of the gun felt very good. It was not too big or too small in his hand, and it fit just right.
Then he opened the hammer with his thumb, pulled the trigger against the wall, and felt the sound of the hammer hitting the medicine pool, which was short, crisp, and powerful.
He nodded with satisfaction and asked:
"Is there a place to test the gun?"
"Yes, there is a small shooting range in the backyard of the shop. Master, please come with me."
The old shopkeeper took Shen Lang to the backyard of the shop, and sure enough there was a small shooting range about thirty paces long and wide.
The old shopkeeper placed a human-shaped wooden target in front of the thick courtyard wall, and put a standard military breastplate on the chest of the wooden target.
Shen Lang stood twenty steps opposite the wooden target, skillfully loaded a small amount of gunpowder into the medicine tank, closed the lid of the medicine tank, then filled the gun barrel with gunpowder, and then fired the weighted lead shot wrapped in silk from the muzzle of the gun.
Stuff it in and compact it with a strip.
He put away the gun and got ready to shoot. After the shopkeeper walked away, Shen Lang didn't even take aim. Relying on the hand-eye coordination and precise sense of distance and space brought by his enhanced agility, he raised his hand and fired two shots.
These are two special heavy-duty pistols specially made for warriors, with a caliber of 20 mm and more than 40 grams of lead bullets. The gunpowder is also overloaded. When the gun goes off, the recoil is so strong that even Shen Lang can feel it.
Trembling, slightly numb.
However, his hand strength was far beyond that of ordinary people. The vertical recoil was so strong that the muzzle of the gun only jumped slightly and did not rise significantly.
After the successful shooting, Shen Lang and the old shopkeeper came over to take a look, and saw that the thickest part of the military breastplate had two holes, and the surrounding areas of the holes were also greatly dented.
When he took off the breastplate again, he saw broken lead shot and tiny breastplate fragments embedded deeply into the chest of the wooden target, shooting the wooden target like a sieve.
Such power, if it hits someone, cannot be resisted by the flesh and blood of any low-level warrior, or even sixth- and fifth-level warriors.
The only flaw is that loading is a little troublesome. During close combat, there will be no chance to reload.
However, even if reloading is not possible, since these two guns are so heavy, you can still hold the barrel, turn the gun body upside down, and hit the head with the handle to open the gun.
Or just throw the gun out and hit someone. If your hand is strong enough, you can kill someone.
"Twenty steps away, two spears fired in a volley, and they hit the vital part of the chest at the same time. Mr. Shen is a really good shot!"
The old shopkeeper gave a thumbs up and praised him repeatedly.
Shen Lang laughed and turned around:
"It's also thanks to the old shopkeeper's excellent craftsmanship that he made such a good gun. Thank you for your hard work, shopkeeper!"
The shopkeeper chuckled:
"As long as you are satisfied, Master, it will be good."
After praising the shopkeeper's craftsmanship, Shen Lang completed the registration and settled the balance sum happily——
For civilians, gunsmith shops can only sell shotguns with small caliber and long barrels.
As for flintlock pistols that are easy to carry concealed, as well as military-type large-caliber flintlock rifles, they cannot be sold to ordinary people.
Only wealthy and powerful people, or regular escort agencies with official licenses, can purchase flintlock pistols and military rifles in small quantities.
Of course, evil forces with channels and backgrounds can always obtain private guns that are as powerful as military muskets.
Shen Lang was able to buy these two specially customized heavy pistols with enhanced power, of course, because he was introduced by Zhu Hu and had the status of a government official.
But even if Shen Lang is from the Yamen, he still needs to register when buying a gun.
His identity information, the model of the musket purchased, and the quantity of ammunition must be recorded in detail and reported to the Yamen on a regular basis.
That evening, everything was ready.
Shen Lang once again came to the restaurant diagonally across the street from the main entrance of Zhao's Mansion, drinking and eating while staring at the main door of Zhao's Mansion.
When the lanterns first came on, Young Master Zhao started riding out again, cheering from the front and back from the back.
After a few days of visiting and careful inquiring, Shen Lang had already figured out the life pattern of Young Master Zhao. He knew that Zhao Mengshan would go to the brothel for entertainment every few days, but he would never stay overnight in the brothel and would return home around nine o'clock in the evening.
, seems very self-disciplined.
Shen Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Young Master Zhao from afar, and then looked away.
After he was far away from the Zhao Mansion, he paid for the drinks, left the restaurant, used the cover of night to avoid pedestrians, and sneaked around to the side of the Zhao Mansion.
After that, he brought up the attribute panel and carefully checked his attributes for a while.
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Name: Shen Lang [Male].
Age: seventeen.
Kung Fu: Demon Taming Technique [First level, practice progress: 49/100]