In March, in the north of Xianyang City and in the south of Jiuwei Mountain, a majestic building complex that is not inferior to Xianyang Palace rises from the ground.

Mo Yunyu opened his mouth and marveled at this for a long time.

"It's melted." Wei Liao, who was beside Ziying, reminded.

"ah?"

Mo Yunyu hurriedly lowered his head and saw the candied haws rolling all over the ground. His hands were also sticky. He reluctantly raised his hands and licked them violently.

"It's a pity, it's a pity..." Mo Yunyu's face was full of regret, "The King of Qin can summon craftsmen to build the palace in a short time, but why not send the Qin people to plant red claws in large numbers to save this thing from being so valuable."

"The King of Qin sent your Excellency to use the powerful Qin weapons. If you can get it, anyone in the land of Qin can get it." Wei Liao said calmly.

"Oh, it's a deal." Mo Yunyu looked convinced, "The King of Qin is really very calculating. Chu and Yue have already been defeated. The King of Qin can still build a palace when he has free time. I think the old guy with the cud is still mediating in the battle.

Since my ancestral land is remote, I can really relax and wait for my hard work."

"Stop talking nonsense, this place was built for you." Ziying said.

"Down here?!"

Mo Yunyu couldn't believe it. Seeing that Ziying didn't seem to be joking, he rubbed his hands and pushed open the palace door and entered.

There are houses on the left and right, and there is no main hall in front, just a few objects wrapped in red cloth in the open space.

Mo Yunyu stepped forward and carefully uncovered the red cloth, which turned out to be several cannons. "This is the King of Qin's rare weapon used to attack Zhai and stop Wei? I heard it has no miraculous effect and is just a waste." Mo Yunyu groped.

Ziying nodded lightly, "This thing can destroy the city with one strike, but after one strike, it takes a long time before it can be used again. It is indeed not as good as a catapult. When we were blocking Wei, I was not in Qin, so the soldiers used this

If the thing is not in the right place, it is just like waste. Therefore, I hope that you can transform this thing so that you can attack the city and destroy the stronghold in the future."

Dangdang——

Mo Yunyu leaned on the cannon and fired several shots in succession, "It's not that I don't help King Qin, it's that Mr. Lingfen only taught the art of making swords secretly. Although the sword can cut iron like clay, it has nothing to do with this thing."

"You haven't tried it yet, how do you know it's impossible?" Wei Liao frowned.

Ziying knew that Mo Yunyu's words were reasonable. Iron's toughness and heat resistance were not the same. Regarding this, Mo Yunyu was no different from an ordinary craftsman.

Mo Yunyu bit his lips tightly, his face seemed troubled, "The King of Qin doesn't know something. Although I also like Gongshu's technique, the thing I have in mind is Gongshu's wooden kite. I have been thinking about the method of wooden kite for a long time, but I haven't thought about it for a long time.

So...there is only one place where I can help King Qin."

"The art of the wooden kite?" Wei Liao couldn't laugh or cry, and looked at Ziying, "If the King of Qin could not only strengthen his army with the art of sword refining, he could also decisively fight against the princes. Mo Chu traveled through the kingdoms, and he will never be the enemy of the Qin people in the future."

Ziying shook his head slightly, "The power of these weapons is too weak. Even if they win, the Qin people will be injured, and the enemy will also be unwilling. I want to use weapons to overwhelm the world, so that there will be no rivals among the princes. The world belongs to its own.

Qin should take it easily, instead of fighting like a wild beast to take it."

"That's how it should be." Wei Liao understood Zi Ying's heart, but now he was unable to help, so he couldn't help but sigh.

"It seems that I have lived up to the high expectations of the King of Qin." Mo Yunyu looked around the house and could see that this place was specially built for craftsmen. He also understood Ziying's eagerness to strengthen his weapons.

"Not necessarily." Ziying was not discouraged and said with a smile, "The trick of the public loser Mu Yuan may seem unreasonable, but it has its own method. If Young Hero Mo is in trouble, he can ask me, and I can help him."

"Can the King of Qin help?!"

Mo Yunyu suddenly became energetic, took out the wrinkled silk cloth from his arms and placed it on the barrel. Regardless of etiquette, he pulled Ziying's sleeves and pulled them aside.

Ziying raised his eyes and looked up. On the silk cloth was a structural diagram of a wooden kite drawn by Mo Yunyu's brush. Each piece of wood was marked with a number: A, B, B, D, Zichou, Yinmao, one, two, three, four... underneath.

It also writes about how to replace the wood pieces when the wings of the wooden kite are out when the wind is strong and the wind is weak...

"Please see, King of Qin, I once made this thing and slid down it from a towering tower. It was not far away. I also slipped down from Mount Tai and almost lost my life with a broken leg. It is also not far away. I can't return to Qi from Chu like Gongshu did."

Home of the Earth. Does King Qin know the reason?!"

Mo Yunyu looked directly at Ziying with bright eyes, eager to get answers from this monarch who had seen heaven and humans.

The moment Ziying looked at the picture, he felt a little headache. Apart from the force analysis, the picture was the most difficult topic for him at a certain stage of his study.

"this..."

"The King of Qin is also helpless?" The light in Mo Yunyu's eyes gradually faded.

"No... I have a way." Ziying endured the discomfort and said, "Bring me a pen!"

Mo Yunyu didn't bring any pen and ink with him, so he put the picture down on the ground in a hurry, ran away quickly, found a branch from nowhere and stuffed it into Ziying's hand.

"King Qin, please give me advice!"

One king and one knight squatted on the ground, staring at the ground and sketching. Wei Liao was also curious, so the three of them formed a ball around the silk cloth.

"Things at high places must fall because of...gravity." Ziying said seriously.

"Gravity?" Mo Yunyu heard this for the first time in his life.

"Exactly." Ziying nodded repeatedly, "If the wooden kite wants to fly high, it needs another force to resist gravity."

"What King Qin means is to pull up on the wooden kite?" Mo Yunyu guessed.

"That's not the case!" Ziying shouted anxiously, "We should resist with external force, not internal force!"

In Ziying's eyes, Mo Yunyu is who he will be a thousand years later...

"Internal force, external force..."

Wei Liao had lived for more than a hundred years, and for the first time he felt that he was lacking in talent and learning. Later, the "friction" and "power" mentioned by Ziying... made him have a headache unconsciously, and he got up and stayed away, not wanting to hear it again.

Mo Yunyu didn't understand at first, but gradually the light in his eyes started to shine again, and he was thirsty for knowledge.

"The King of Qin means that a chariot cannot move without horses, and a bird cannot fly without wings. If I have the power, I can be like Gongshu in the past?!" Mo Yunyu clenched his fists, excited.

"That's exactly what it is." Ziying wiped away the sweat with a look of relief on his face.

Wei Liao thought the conversation between the two was over, and then he heard the "formula" and "theorem" again... If Ziying hadn't been the king, he wouldn't have wanted to stay here any longer.

"King Qin, do you think we should defeat it with a combined force?" Mo Yunyu asked again.

Ziying continued to sketch with a branch in hand, relying on his memory to draw the engine of later generations, "Shaoxia Mo can boil water with wood, and after the water is boiled, he can use his strength to move this object. This object can then move external objects... In short, the wooden kite can

Well, Young Master Mo, why not try the chariot that has no horse first?"

"With the help of King Qin, this matter will definitely happen!" Mo Yunyu said with cupped hands, already crying with gratitude.

Ziying listened and explained the game again, and the two finally stood up.

When Wei Liao saw this, he waved his hand behind him. Qin disciples, who had been waiting for a long time, followed the instructions in advance and guarded the surroundings of the new palace.

"From today on, this place will be handed over to Young Master Mo. If necessary, we can send the soldiers to Xianyang, but I will respond to my requests." Ziying smiled with relief.

"Thank you so much, Your Majesty Qin!"

Mo Yunyu had no desire to be king at all, and seemed to have a more valuable goal to pursue.
Chapter completed!