Practice begins by cleaning up the garbage dumps of all realms Chapter 52: Cutting weeds without eradicating the roots, the spring breeze will bring new growth
Chapter 52: Cutting weeds without eradicating the roots, the spring breeze will bring new growth
With countless worries in his heart, Huang An's mind turned around and he thought about the countermeasures in the worst case scenario.
What makes him regretful is that he cannot transport human corpses to the Wanjie garbage dump and destroy the remains.
For some unknown reason, he has a very obvious restriction in the second anchor world, that is, in the Ming Dynasty.
He cannot bring humans or living animals from the Ming Dynasty to the garbage dump of all realms, not even human corpses.
However, animals do not have this restriction.
It would be great if human corpses could be sent to the garbage dump of all realms. He wouldn't have to worry so much now.
There was no need to worry about the bodies of Pang Han and his family before.
Suddenly.
"Where did you get this kind of firearm? Maybe it was manufactured in large quantities?"
The master's urgent voice came to his ears. Huang An felt uncomfortable being pinched, but he still had the strength to speak.
He was secretly shocked by the master's astonishing insight, and without hesitation, he directly stated the reasons he had prepared long ago.
"This kind of firearm is called a pistol by the disciples. It was made by the disciples who traveled all over the country for so many years, traveling and pondering, collecting iron tools everywhere, melting them at high temperatures, and polishing them bit by bit over eight years. p>
In the disciple's opinion, there is no possibility of mass production. The internal parts are too delicate, and a skilled craftsman cannot make one in a year."
Huang An's words are half true and half false. The origin of the pistol is false, but it is true that it cannot be mass-produced.
Although the Ming Dynasty already had firearms and steel, it was still far from making pistols.
Although Huang An doesn't understand the art, he still knows a little bit about materials science.
After searching the entire Ming Dynasty, it may be impossible to find alloy steel that can make a qualified pistol.
Of course, it may be possible to actually do it, but how many times the pistol can be used, how powerful it is, and how many people are injured when it explodes are all open to question.
After hearing Huang An's answer, Zhao Dun's movements slowed down slightly.
He wanted to ask again, but after looking at the old pistol in his hand, he stopped asking.
Just looking at the smooth surface of this weapon called a pistol, you can tell that it is not a military item.
Looking at the compactness, I'm afraid it was designed and polished by this apprentice himself.
As a disciple of mine, I am very clever and ingenious, so it probably took a lot of effort and money to make this pistol.
Mass production is expected to be very expensive.
Zhao Dun didn't ask any more questions and concentrated on running to the martial arts gym.
He is extremely familiar with the entire Feng'an City, and with the wind blowing under his feet, no one even noticed as he made many twists and turns along the way.
Huang An was thinking about how to explain it later, but he didn't want to say anything else.'
However, Zhao Yan and the other three were just following Zhao Dun when suddenly there was a loud noise in front of them.
I felt anxious and rushed forward, but as soon as I took two steps, I saw my father (Master) turning his head and shouting at them, "Go quickly!", "Go back to the martial arts school!".
I immediately knew that something big was going on. After a little hesitation, I immediately judged the current situation and ran towards the depths of the alleyway.
The huge noise, a bit like the sound of a firearm exploding, will definitely attract people on the street to come and check it out.
If they want to go back to the martial arts hall, they can only go deep into the alley and then go back in a roundabout way.
Twelve or thirteen steps away, the three of them quickly ran over, turned the corner of the alley, and saw a black figure lying vertically on the ground.
The three of them were shocked.
There were two big holes in his head, red and white stuff was all over the floor, and his face could not be recognized for a while.
"Sister, sister!"
The little money fan stopped subconsciously, and his face instantly turned pale. Without any mental preparation, no one could withstand this shocking scene.
Although they have seen dead people, the wounds caused by killing people with swords are completely different from the wounds caused by bullets hitting the head.
Moreover, Guo Shilang was shot twice in the head.
His throat surged, and Zhao Yan's complexion instantly turned pale.
I don’t know who this person is or what happened to him.
Is it really a firearm?
But when she caught a glimpse of the bearskin hat covered in clay that rolled down in the corner, she was suddenly shocked.
This is what Xiaowu said, Guo Silang wearing a bearskin hat!
Is he dead?
Did dad do it?
But it’s not like that, dad would never leave such an obvious flaw.
Maybe it was my junior brother who killed me!
But, what method did the junior brother use to kill Guo Silang, who was in the bronze skin realm, in such a short period of time?
Just knowing that the matter was urgent and this was not a place to stay for a long time, Zhao Yan pushed his sister hard and scolded:
"Run quickly, listen to daddy!"
The little money fan followed her sister's hand and subconsciously started running.
Xiao Wu was trembling a little. He had seen a lot of dead people, but he had never seen such a tragic death.
He glanced at it and didn't dare to look at it again.
Now that the eldest lady was urging her, she didn't dare to stay any longer. She immediately followed the second lady and ran wildly towards the depths of the alley.
Zhao Yan hesitated slightly, then there was a sudden movement in his ears, and his face suddenly became anxious, knowing that a crowd was approaching.
Time is running out!
He jumped in front of Guo Silang's body in two steps, groped for a few times, and found an iron plate on the body's waist, which was an identity token.
Zhao Yan was overjoyed and bit her lip.
He raised his head slightly and looked around. His eyes lit up again, and he saw a protruding stone under the earthen wall two steps away.
The stone is the size of a human head, which is enough.
With a fierce look in her eyes and a fear in her heart, she stopped her feet, bowed down, picked up the stone, raised it high, and threw it hard at Guo Silang's already pulpy forehead.
"Pfft!"
The crisp sound of a watermelon bursting into my ears.
Guo Shilang's face completely changed its shape.
In a short period of time, it may not be possible to confirm the identity of this body.
Zhao Yan took the waist tag, picked up the bloody bearskin hat, and quickly disappeared deep into the alley.
Her martial arts cultivation has reached the late stage of the Six Fu Realm, and she can be a very capable person in the army.
Even the hard head of a copper-skinned master could not withstand a hateful blow.
What's more, Huang An's two shots had already destroyed the structure of Guo Silang's head. After being hit, it looked like a watermelon.
Four o'clock in the afternoon.
The backyard of the Zhao Family Martial Arts School.
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The weather was gloomy and windy, just like Huang An's mood at the moment, full of haze.
Huang An lowered his head and stood in the courtyard without saying a word.
Zhao Dun sat on the stool in front of Huang An, with his left hand on his knees and his right hand on the stone table next to the stool.
On the table on the right, there are already cold pastries.
The packaging of the pastry has been scattered, revealing a corner of the oily pastry.
As for Huang An's Browning pistol, it was probably hidden in Zhao Dun's sleeve or in his arms, and it was not visible from the outside anyway.
Zhao Dun's thin lips were pressed tightly, his beard trembled from time to time, and his tiger eyes were full of anger, surprise, suspicion, and unconcealable heartache.
Behind Huang An, the two senior sisters stood about one and a half meters away. The two women pressed their lips together and stared at Huang An's back absently.
There was confusion, discomfort, and surprise in his eyes.
If Huang An looked back now, he would definitely find the anger towards him in Senior Sister Zhao's eyes.
The little money fan's eyes were rolling, and he wanted to ask something, but he didn't know how to ask.
Xiaowu stood at the back, leaning against the courtyard door. If the master hadn't allowed him to go out, he would have grabbed the door and escaped.
The atmosphere was so depressing that Xiao Wu felt that he knew something he shouldn't know.
However, Brother Huang is still fine, and Xiao Wu is satisfied.
Suddenly.
"Did you kill Senior Brother Pang?"
A familiar voice came from behind, and Huang An trembled. It was Senior Sister Zhao.
Although the tone is questioning, it contains a positive meaning.
Sure enough, she discovered it.
It is useless to quibble, it is better to confess.
Maybe there can be a turn for the better, after all, Huang An had a good reason to kill Pang Han.
"Yes!"
He lowered his head and admitted, his voice as calm as water, not as panic as expected.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Xiao Wu instantly got goosebumps all over his body. He wished he could cover his ears right now.
At the same time, his eyes were full of confusion and shock. It was Brother Huang who killed Pang Han?
At the time of the burial, Brother Huang was very busy, even wiping the corners of his eyes and pouring the sacrificial wine.
How could Brother Huang, a kind-hearted person, have such deep thoughts?
Impossible, it must be Pang Han’s fault!
When the little money fan heard Huang An's admission, the surprise and doubts in her eyes disappeared instantly. She stared at Huang An's back, unable to recover for a long time.
Why?
Why did Junior Brother kill Senior Brother Pang?
Just because I was overwhelmed by the language?
"Why?"
It was Zhao Dun. He clenched his fists tightly, tried his best to control his emotions, and asked for everyone calmly.
He glared at Huang An, leaning forward slightly, staring into Huang An's eyes.
Huang An glanced at the hardwood stool armrests that had been pinched and deformed by the master, and said in a deep voice:
"The robbery in the east courtyard of the disciple's city was caused by Pang Han. Pang Han and his father, Old Man Pang, intercepted the disciple on his way home, intending to kidnap the disciple and rob him of his money."
"So you killed him?"
Zhao Dun's voice was like thunder, and Huang An swayed. He raised his head and looked directly at his master for the first time.
Really impressive:
"Senior Brother Pang came here with dad. He had no intention of letting the disciple live. The disciple had no choice but to kill him!"
As soon as Huang An's words came out, Zhao Dun was like a deflated rubber ball. His back instantly leaned against the backrest, his chest heaved and he gasped for air.
He pointed at Huang An, not knowing what to say.
He knows Pang Han well. After all, he has been with him for ten years. He is indeed someone who can do such a thing.
However, he still couldn't accept it emotionally.
Pang Han has been with him for ten years, traveling all over the country and joining the army together. He is about to accept him as his direct disciple.
But, he died!
The murderer is still the disciple in front of me!
Zhao Dun sat on the chair, feeling a little uninterested for a moment.
And his two daughters had different reactions.
When Zhao Le heard this, the anger he had just felt suddenly turned into gnashing of teeth.
He muttered something, "Pang Han really deserves to die, damn, this money-grubbing guy! How dare he attack his fellow juniors and kill him! He deserves it, he deserves it, I shed tears because of it!"
Zhao Yan turned pale and sighed softly, no longer intending to blame Huang An.
Junior Brother rescued his father. Senior Brother Pang stayed in the martial arts school for ten years, worked hard without complaint, and achieved great results for his hard work.
It's a pity that he actually had murderous intentions towards his junior brother and took action.
Zhao Yan is the person who knows the most about the whole thing besides Huang An.
From her current perspective and the education she has received, Senior Brother Pang is indeed seeking death on his own.
She accepted this result.
She doesn't even have to question the authenticity of Huang An's words.