"Weapons are used to kill people," Mo Hanshan smiled slightly and said, "If you can't kill people, you can't call them weapons!"

As he said that, Mo Hanshan, who took out the black blade weapon again, continued: "For the master, this weapon is neither a knife, a sword, nor a short spear, a dagger, but it can be stabbed, cut, poked, and tapped. The sword technique, fingering technique taught by Taoist Master Musang, and the martial arts skills on the secret book of the Golden Snake secret book left by the Jinshe Langjun, who was unexpectedly obtained by the master. The moves are endless, sharp and ruthless, and combined with the light skills, body techniques and footwork, it makes people unable to defend themselves and have nowhere to hide."

"Master Musang once came to Huashan and taught me the hidden weapon light skills for several years, but the master was able to integrate the Taoist priest's hidden weapon techniques into his weapons and create such a terrible strange trick." Yuan Chengzhi said, and was filled with admiration.

Mo Hanshan heard it and smiled, "Strange moves? Those who can defeat others are good moves! Chengzhi, you must understand that we martial arts practitioners cannot follow the old ways, but should know how to apply what we have learned and learn to change. The so-called moves are not created by our predecessors. Why can't we? It is important to know that no matter how good you learn martial arts, you are not as thorough as those who create martial arts."

"Disciple is taught!" Yuan Chengzhi couldn't help but bow and respond with thoughtfulness.

"Well! You can teach me!" Mo Hanshan nodded with satisfaction when he saw this, and then said, "Chengzhi, the skill created by the teacher must cooperate with my unique weapon to display its true power. Even if it is passed on to you, you will at most learn something plausible. However, the essence of this move can be explained to you by the teacher."

When Yuan Chengzhi heard this, he couldn't help but look at Mo Hanshan with a shiny surprise and expectation: "Thank you, Disciple!"

"Before you are passed on to you, I will pass on the essential martial arts in the Golden Snake Secret Book to you. This martial arts is consistent. The master and your ancestors passed on your Huashan School of Fist and Palm, Sword Technique, and the light-kill hidden weapons passed on by Master Musang are already the best martial arts in the martial arts world, but the martial arts in the Golden Snake Secret Book is a unique approach. If you learn it, you can make up for your shortcomings of lack of experience against the enemy. When you meet a master, you can have more methods to fight against the enemy, which will inspire you," Mo Huai continued.

While speaking, Mo Hanshan selected some exquisite martial arts essences and exquisite tricks from the secrets of the Golden Snake that he had already figured out to Yuan Chengzhi to help him break through the shackles of the martial arts he had learned before and understand the true meaning of flexible and changeable martial arts.

In the next month, with Mo Hanshan's careful guidance, Yuan Chengzhi improved a lot in both the use of martial arts and the true meaning of martial arts. Although Yuan Chengzhi could not fully understand and use the military assassin techniques created by Mo Hanshan, he also learned some essential skills, so that his understanding of Huashan's sword technique became deeper, and he used it less fancy and became more sharp and straightforward.

Yuan Chengzhi was already smart and talented in martial arts. Mo Hanshan just took him on demand and made him enlightened and suddenly enlightened.

After all those who could teach were taught, Mo Hanshan sent Yuan Chengzhi down the mountain. Before he went down the mountain, Mo Hanshan also briefly told him about the matter of Jinshe Langjun and told him to go to Wen's house in Quzhou, Jiangnan.

After Yuan Chengzhi went down the mountain, he couldn't help but experience a wonderful and exciting story, and Mo Hanshan and Qin Niang also went down the mountain, and Mo Hanshan also had something he wanted to do.

...

Yulin, Shenmu County, at the turn of spring and summer, there are lush grass and trees. In a valley with sparse grass and trees, there is a dull metal knocking sound in the night...

The sound of horse hooves came from afar, dust was flying, and dark shadows galloped over under the night in the distance, rushing into the valley like a tide with a faint bloody smell.

In the empty mountain belly space somewhere in the valley, it was like an underground arsenal, covered with iron stoves. Sweaty blacksmiths were knocking on the burning iron blocks, and there were some forged steel pipes and other parts next to it. It seemed that the forging process was relatively good.

Next to the iron stove near the entrance of the cave, Mo Hanshan was wearing a black suit and his hair was simply tied up behind his shoulders. He was skillfully assembling some parts and then installing steel pipes. An old-fashioned rifle was presented in his hand.

At this moment, accompanied by the neighing sounds of horses, a cavalry team of one or two hundred people appeared outside, neatly arranged in vertical rows.

The cavalry on the horses were all wearing black cloaks and black scarves, and only showed their eyes full of fierceness like lone wolf. They carried bows and arrows and muskets, and had short guns and sabers hanging around their waists, like a group of death messengers crawling out of hell.

"Master!" One of the tall and strong cavalry flexibly jumped off the horse, and went straight behind Mo Hanshan to kneel down on one knee and shouted respectfully.

Mo Hanshan, who looked at him, said calmly: "This time is pretty good. At least I didn't leave everyone on the grassland to serve the grass as fertilizer!"

"Report to the Lord, we went north and went deep into the grassland this time. We fought more than 70 battles in all sizes and killed thousands of enemies. Our brothers were also injured more than half of them," said the tall and strong cavalryman: "The Lord gave two hundred muskets, which were used in total five times, destroyed thirty-seven, and never lost one."

Mo Hanshan, who was silent after hearing this, was a little silent and couldn't help but say, "Many of the dead brothers should be because of muskets, right?"

"Yes, the master, although the muskets are extremely powerful, they are still imperfect and in danger of explosion. However, they are much better than the muskets of the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. Such a magical weapon, even if all the brothers die, must be protected intact and cannot be left behind by foreign tribes," said the tall and powerful cavalry company.

Mo Hanshan was not upset when he heard this and cursed: "Barring! If you all die, how can the musket be left out? Although muskets are important, the lives of brothers are equally important. Okay, let's go and rest first!"

"Yes, Lord!" The tall and strong cavalry who responded respectfully turned over and took the cavalry to the camp deep in the valley.

After the sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, Mo Hanshan, who was looking at the musket in his hand, said a little low: "Learn the skills of musket creation as soon as possible, and try to create a better barrel, and the speed of musket creation should also be accelerated."

"Don't worry, my subordinates will do their best to improve the musket technology," said the old man with a red face and gray hair standing next to him.

Bang... Filling gunpowder, shooting a stone in the valley outside, and shattering a corner of the stone, Mo Hanshan couldn't help but squint his eyes and murmured: "The Ming Dynasty is about to end, and it's close to the time for the Qing Dynasty to enter the pass. Time is endless!"

...

In the 16th year of Chongzhen, on the third day of the October 19th, in the evening, the sunset was filled with the sky, and a fierce battle was going on in a mountainous area in Weinan...

Puchi... A gray-haired old man wearing a red Ming Dynasty official uniform and a handsome robe killed a crusade who was approaching with a sword, and blood splattered his face. Beside him, there were less than ten officers and soldiers who protected him. Although these officers and soldiers were all his elite soldiers of his personal guards, they were extremely brave, but they were still gradually defeated and fell one by one in the face of the more and more soldiers who were used like the tide.

"Heaven will destroy my Sun Chuanting, and heaven will destroy my Ming Dynasty!" Seeing that fewer and fewer people around me, the old man couldn't help but raise his head and roar with grief and anger, his official hat fell off. He waved the sword in his hand like a madman, forcing the surrounding soldiers to dare not step forward for a while.
Chapter completed!