Chapter 41 Resurrection: The Thorn of Light

Gear transmission, magic array, power conduction, magic alchemy engine... Over the past few months, I have been staying with these nouns and the actual things represented by these nouns all day long. He inherited the great talent of the inventor Ju Wushuang, and lived up to the hope of the night to create the legendary thunder chariot.

Three sacrifices, the maximum speed reaches the subonic speed, and the 360-degree wide angle is transmitted from the helmet to the vision of the brain, with flexible steering and long-lasting power.

This thing is really satisfying. It's much better than ordinary Warcraft mounts. It's a must-have killer when traveling at home.

When he turned out such a complex mechanical alchemy product, his first feeling was that the machine could be so powerful, and her strength did not require the user's strong strength as a backing, and ordinary people could also exert her great power.

The spiritual light flashed in his mind again. This inspiration was so clear that he was extremely happy: If the children in the lonely garden use mechanical power, then they can also have relatively strong strength. Can't they be used to complete the task? At least self-insurrement can work.

However, this idea cannot be realized immediately. It takes a large number of guns, chariots and ammunition to make the children in the lonely garden change the status quo. At this time, his desire for gold coins has reached a new height. As long as there are enough gold coins, he will have the ability to make bigger children regain their self-confidence and continue to become stronger.

Jiang Ye sighed in his heart: It seems that for the lonely garden, I have to find a new way to get rich.

In fact, there is still a little money for the night. He bought a batch of point-fire pistols and ammunition and sent them to the lonely garden to equip those children with gunnery talent with these guns first. At the same time, he also suggested that the lonely park support children to practice shooting, and said that he would try his best to get the children equipped with guns.

The ink people in the lonely garden naturally have no objections. They have long seen that the night is really willing to help these partners of the same age. Moreover, they also very much agree with the idea of the night. By using muskets, these children can grow up quickly.

"Brother General Ye, do you also use a gun?" A girl younger than the night asked timidly.

When the night showed everyone how to use the gun, the girl looked at it very carefully. Her left leg was atrophied because of polio. With the help of the night, she put on a prosthetic limb. After exercising, she was able to walk normally.

She has a special feeling for the night, which is very fanatical, but as a girl, because of her shy nature, she restrains this kind of feeling.

Jing Ye smiled and said, "I want to be a spear. Naturally, I use a gun. Let me show you my gun."

Xuan naturally appeared from his right hand, powerful, domineering and mysterious, and the children around him showed envious eyes. Jiang Ye entered the state of shooting and casually shot five bullets, all of which hit the bullseye of the five targets in the trial hall of the lonely garden.

Jiang Ye encouraged: "As long as everyone works hard, he can also get such an automatic musket, even a magic gun."

The children around them nodded convincingly. They, who had been in the dark for too long, always cherished the light they suddenly got.

"In the future, you will also be the inheritors of mechanical power. After reaching the next level of strength, you can become a real ink person. You can also gain the respect of others through your own efforts, and you can also have the strength to help others." Jiang Ye said, "We all grew up under the protection of the Mo people of the lonely city, so when we grow up, we will also repay the lonely city. Guarding the Mo people is my wish, and I also hope that this will become your wish."

"Well, we should grow up quickly so that we can live independently, and we can't drag down the lonely city..."

"I want to be strong and protect others..."

"Well, I want to protect other ink..."

Hearing everyone's words, he felt very satisfied. What he couldn't predict was that the "root" that swept the world across the mainland in the future would quietly form a prototype.

The will of the root is also formed in this way, and it has never changed: the will of the guardian and inherit the ink is the will of the "root".

A white-haired, and his teeth were about to fall out. The old man who was already in twilight walked into the crowd. His eyes had been tortured by the cataract to see nothing, showing a pale color.

The old man took a crutch and slowly walked to the night. He said, "Young man, I see the will inherited by the ink in you. I hope you can spread this will and go further and further. I'm old and can no longer have the will of our ink. This is a book about assassins, hoping to help you become a great assassin.

He took Ye respect's book and opened it. It not only introduces various wonderful methods of changing appearance, but also the details that people disguise themselves as various professions need to pay attention to, and even the methods of concealment and absconding.

It can be seen that this aging Mozhe must have been a great assassin when he was young. But the pain destroyed his eyes, his body was old, and he also chose to die in the lonely garden.

He solemnly called the old man: "Teacher."

Then he took out his mother's pair of glasses from the storage bag, put them on for the old man, and said respectfully, "I'm willing to support you. I hope you can teach me about assassins and inherit the will of assassins."

The crutch in the old man's hand suddenly slipped down, and his hands trembled uncontrollablely. He rubbed the glasses and said, "For twenty years, I have a day to recover from the world. Heaven has eyes, and the sky has eyes."

This pair of glasses requires the wearer to reach the spiritual strength of the thirteenth level, that is, above the ground level to see things through the divine consciousness, which can be regarded as a souvenir left by his mother at night.

Originally, the night was intended to be reserved for his own use, but that time he sacrificed his body to burn his will and accidentally burned the glue of the dark and fire elements, which made his visual nerves return to normal, so the commemorative significance of this spectacle is greater than the actual significance.

The old man's body was shocked, and a destructive element of light burst out, bulging his clothes like a grin in the wind. The old man's skin quickly becomes smooth and elastic under the action of light elements, and his hair also tends to turn black. The wrinkles on his face disappear at the speed visible to his eyes, and the whole person quickly straightens up from a rickety state to a state of 1.8 meters.

Ah...

Everyone's mouth grew up unconsciously, but no one made a sound. People were silent, and the surroundings were so quiet that they could be heard as if a needle fell to the ground.

The old man took out a complex magic attachment bow from a ring hanging around his neck, stroked it gently, and said, "Old man, we have a chance to fight together again."

The bow emitted a bright glow, illuminating the whole hall. A whisper came from it, and everyone could feel the joy of the bow.

A spiritual bow, combined with the old man who can rejuvenate in an instant, shows their unparalleled existence.

The old man was able to use light elements to keep his body from aging, but his eyes were eroded by foreign bodies and lost their light, which was a devastating blow to an assassin, especially a bow assassin. Therefore, in frustration, he chose to grow old in the lonely garden. The hero was even older than the average old man. With crutches, he lives in a lonely garden, which is worse than the most ordinary old man, so in the past 20 years, no one can recognize him.

Who would have thought that a pair of glasses could change the fate of a great assassin. At least it's absolutely unexpected. He is just in a state of respect for his predecessors and his gratitude for teaching his skills.

The old man wears black sunglasses, and his heavenly temperament gives people a heroic and fierce feeling. He said, "The ancestor has a spirit, and the sky has eyes. This is the dark ink that God does not let us lose its inheritance. Child, what's your name?"

"My name is TianJangye, and I am an ink player in Yuanmotang and Xiamotang."

"Well, I'm very familiar with the gun you just showed. Who are you, Tianchenfeng?"

"That's my father, and he taught me my shooting."

Xing Wujiang shook his head and said, "In my eyes, your shooting skills should be natural. Your father taught you a little skill at most, but he didn't teach you the feeling of gun. You are the child of Chenfeng. Naturally, these glasses were made by the little girl Ju Wushuang. Only her cleverness can make such a magical thing. How are your parents now?

He made Ye's eyes sad and briefly talked about what happened to his parents and his blindness.

"Son, you've suffered. You are also predestined to us. God also sent you to me to give me such a magical pair of glasses. Let me ask you, would you like to accept the inheritance of my assassin of light and carry forward the chivalry of our dark ink?

"I would like to!" Jiang Ye said without hesitation that he had always wanted to be an assassin in his heart, but he was not taught by anyone. He already has two entrances and can't join the Dark Ink Hall, which is also the reason for his recent distress.

At the same time, he can't hide it: "However, teacher, my future development direction may be biased towards the blood mage..."

He told Xing Wujiang about Wujian's words and his decision.

"Huh, is that boy so discouraged? The power that people in the world want to live a strong life means a heavier effort. However, since you have understood the will of fire of Yuan Mo, I also suggest you take the route of a blood magician. Making the musket your magic wand is also a very suitable way for you to fight. Moreover, you have the power of dark attributes, which is also suitable for the inheritance of my light, which can help you become an excellent assassin.

Xing Wujiang is obviously very satisfied with Jiang Ye. He can see the will of the ink shining on Jiang Ye. His eyes returned to light, and he also worshipped the gift of the night, so he naturally wanted to give away everything he had learned.