Chapter 26 The Sorrow of the Gunman

Jiaozuo took a sip of water and continued to say:

Other people I'm familiar with believe in flames**. The ** produced by the flame is focused and devoted, which itself is a manifestation of the will of our ink. Concentration to the extreme can show the self-sacrifice and self-dedication of the original ink. At the same time, the ** produced by flames is an art, and those human beings who are obsessed with the explosion of gunpowder will definitely agree with me.

He listened quietly, silently absorbed and felt these knowledge. What Jiaozuo said was of great interest to him. Whether it was the creation and destruction of flames or the ** of flames, he had a vague experience. Recalling the black flame on his body, he couldn't help but wonder, "Teacher, is there anyone in the world who has thoroughly studied the three mysteries of flames?"

Jiao Zuo fell into meditation and finally came to the conclusion: "It's very difficult. Creation and destruction are two opposing concepts. Although ** connects them, it is also difficult to reconcile. I once looked through the notes left by the ancient ink man, in which a black man said: He heard his master say that when the will of fire reaches the extreme, it will reach the level of rules, which is closely related to a rule called cause and effect, and at the same time it is related to a rule called birth and death. I don't know the rest."

He paused and said earnestly, "Jiang Ye, as a teacher, I suggest you that if your talent and energy are limited, it is better to focus on a field of flames. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to understand the meaning of flame.

He called Ye understand the concern for him in the teacher's words. He felt that the teacher's figure in front of him suddenly became taller. Although it did not reach the height of Master Cui Niu, it was almost enough.

He took out the storage bag, took out 10,000 ink coins, and said to Jiaozuo, "According to the rules of the ink, this is my offering to the teacher this month. Please give it to the teacher."

Jiaozuo narrowed his eyes, nodded and said, "I heard that you also worship a toothless master with ink. Although he is greedy for money on the surface, he has many powerful skills worth consulting. I'll accept half of your offering, and you can pick up your learning skills for the other half.

The warmth in the heart of the night was like a spring, and it turned into tears in his eyes. He solemnly buckled his head on the ground and was grateful for Jiao Zuo's teaching.

Jiaozuo received 5,000 ink coins, and there was a trace of fog in his eyes. He also sighed in his heart that he was teaching him as a manor disciple. It was really not easy to have such an apprentice with great understanding and perfect heart.

He couldn't help but be a little jealous of the old man Cui Niu. Why was such a good apprentice robbed by you first? He was really unwilling, but when he thought of Cui Niu's various mysteries and his position among the Mexicans, the disgility in his heart gradually disappeared.

Among the Mozhe, there is only one master, but there can be countless teachers who guide the way, as long as you have the ability to worship them. Of course, the gap between the two is also huge. The master is like the apprentice's father, who wants the apprentice to worship for life. Even if the master dies, he will worship their descendants. As the name implies, the guide teacher is only a teacher in the guide stage. When the apprentices go on the road, they are naturally just friends, so there is no need to worship.

With the remaining 10,000 ink coins, I went to the teacher's residence at night. This time, he never received the treatment of going there for the first time. There was a magic camera at the door that could automatically identify himself. The red light from the camera swept the night's body for a while, and the iron door automatically opened.

There is no gun at me, and there is no red aiming ray. There is only a right hand of the dear toothless teacher.

With his right hand, he made a move and flew Ye's money bag to Wuya's hand. With a rare smile on his face, he grabbed a lot of money and put a lot of money into his space ring. The remaining hundreds of ink coins were returned to him. By the way, he said, "It's worthy of being a disciple of Yuanmotang. He doubled his wealth without seeing it for a month. In addition to the monthly payment, I can teach you a simple knowledge this time.

When he heard Wuya say this, his eyes suddenly lit up, but immediately he heard Wuya and continued to say: Except for the knowledge on the list, it needs your real money to be exchanged. Also, I know you want to learn my money summoning, except for this. Unless you have 1,000 crystal coins, you don't need to talk about it.

Well, he was gagged before he said he wanted to learn money summoning. It seems that this teacher is an extremely smart person.

In desperation, he had no choice but to retreat to the second. He said, "Teacher, I want to learn about gun manufacturing."

"A bullet?"

Jing Ye's words aroused toothless curiosity, "Do you want to be a gunman?"

The night nodded and said, "Yes, my father is a gunman, so I also want to be a gunman."

Toothless, the hoarse voice from metal said playfully, "Son, the profession of gunner is very useless. If you don't have any special talent, I suggest you choose another profession that does not rely on foreign objects. Don't rely on foreign things, do you understand what I mean?"

When Wuya said the latter words, he was a little focused. Although he was open-eyed to money, he was at least a very responsible person.

In my own words without teeth, it is: take people's money and eliminate disasters for others.

Jang Ye didn't quite understand Wuya's words. In his impression, his father did not say anything about the shootingman's profession.

"Teacher, I don't understand what you mean." Jiang Ye said.

"Aha." Although Wuya's tone was joking, his expression became serious: "Take your teacher and me as an example. Although I am called a holy alchemist by people on the mainland, I am completely addicted to the study of machinery and medicine and didn't notice the cultivation of my own spirit and body, so that I have been unable to make progress in the late stage. Boy, you can't understand my pain. If I break through the late stage and reach the heavenly level, my life will not be so miserable.

Wuya saw that the night did not respond. He continued, "I have a good friend. He is known as the first stabbing in the mainland. With his amazing talent, if he modifies other martial arts or magic, he will definitely reach the heavenly level at this age. Unfortunately, he chose to use a gun, and his cultivation was stagnant in the middle of the earth for many years. If he can reach the heaven level, then the conflict between his wife and lover will not turn into a human tragedy. If you don't enter the sky, you will be a rumin't. I'll give you these two examples. I hope you understand that guns, after all, are external objects and are just auxiliary means. It will help you a lot in the early stage, but it will become an obstacle for you to enter the magical field in the later stage.

After listening to Jiang Ye, he couldn't help but be stunned. He whispered, "Teacher, are you my father's friend?"

Quiet, the atmosphere fell into silence.

Wuya looked at the night carefully and said hoarsely, "I should have thought that you should be his child. You are all surnamed Tian, and you look very similar. However, your eyes can see, and your name is the night, not the morning light. I think you should be the child of Chen Feng and Meng Lisa. I didn't expect that Meng Lisa had hidden from us for so long and gave you such a name. Humph, put the night in the morning light, the enemy?

It's really not easy to answer this time. This toothless teacher is really extremely smart. He is a little too smart. He is really rich in imagination.

"Teacher, in fact, I am Chen Feng, and the name that my master Cui Niu changed for me." Say it weakly at night.

Toothless and furious, he said angrily, "That old guy Cui Niu is too broad-minded. It's not his child. Can you change the name at will? He still thinks that there are too many brothers in the morning breeze, and he is afraid that we will pull out seedlings to help him? However, for the sake of him curing your eyes, I won't say anything.

The night is a little depressed. Teacher Wuya's desire for speculation is too strong, isn't it? But he really can't explain that his eyes are cured by himself. It seems that there is only acquiescence.

However, Wuya still guessed part of it correctly. When Cui Niu changed the name of Chenfeng to night, there was indeed a part of the reason.

Without teeth, he touched the head of the night and said, "Son, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't teach you anything. You are a good seedling. You shouldn't go astray.

The night was deeply disappointed. He really hoped to learn the mechanical knowledge he wanted from Wuya, but he did not give up and said, "Uncle Wuya, isn't it your consistent principle that you can learn something after paying money? I'll give you the money later."

The toothless tone is still gentle, saying, "I have the things. I can choose to sell them or not. You can't force them to sell them, can you? Jiang Ye, uncle really doesn't want you to go astray. If there are many people who have no talent and bad luck, choosing a mechanical profession may even get stuck in the door card from the upper level to the ground level for a lifetime. You don't understand now, but you will understand in the future. We are neutral mercenary unions. There is the heroic armor inheritance of mechanics and alchemists, but there is no heroic inheritance of gunners. And like your father and parents, there are too few people who can get the inheritance of Angel Wings.

Many of the toothless words made him unable to understand. He asked, "What is the neutral mercenary union? What's wrong with the inheritance of angel wings? And I don't understand the heroic armor inheritance at all.

Wuya grinned and said helplessly, "Sure enough, it's the father and son. You are still the same stubbornness. You are really his seed. In this case, I'll tell you in detail."