Can living people suffocate their urine? This is a very in-depth question, involving multiple disciplines ranging from physiology to psychology. Li Muyun does not intend to continue discussing it with Li Yuan, the little old man.

He is now squatting in the corner and thinking about one question, whether he should continue his great cause, a bandit.

It has been more than a month since I went up the mountain, but the robbery has only been carried out once, and it is mostly based on the elements of doing business.

After that, the days were to keep working hard for three major things in life, including food, clothing, housing and transportation. Oh no, there were four major events. I don’t know when it would be the first. If I continue like this, it would be better than staying in the village before, at least I could have peace of mind.

...

What is the meaning of life? What a boring and profound question, but Li Muyun thought about it for three days.

On the fourth day, he had originally planned to continue thinking, but a big blue-purple face appeared in front of him, scaring him to tremble, and took several steps back: "Who, I want to die!"

"Young Master, I, it's me!" The man waved his hand and explained: "Don't, don't do it!"

"Who are you?!" Li Muyun frowned.

"I am Lao Jiu." said Qingzi's big face.

"Xiao Jiu? Damn, what's wrong with you? Why did you burn yourself like this when you burn your father?"

"Don't mention it, this is being beaten by the old man." Xiao Jiu said with grievance.

"My father? That old man beat you up? Why?" Li Muyun asked in confusion.

"Because, because I burned the fire so well."

"..." Li Muyun blinked his eyes, feeling that this guy must have been beaten to death by the old man.

Damn it because the fire was so good that I was beaten. What is this theory?

...

However, if you can't understand it, the old man always has to ask, no. Even if he doesn't vent his anger for that Xiaojiu, he has to show concern for the old man's mood.

So Li Muyun expressed a mentality of exploration and found him in the tree house before Li Yuan: "Dad, I heard you beat Xiaojiu who was burning fire. Why? Where did this kid mess with you? Tell me, I'll vent your anger!"

"You are not a good thing either. Look, I've been burned to death by you for only three days." Old Li Yuan was angry again when he saw Li Muyun and sent an old face under his nose.

I didn't know if I didn't look at it, but I was shocked when I saw it. Looking at Old Li Yuan's old face full of pleated ones, Li Muyun was really shocked. I saw that the little old man hadn't seen him for three days. At this time, he was already full of bubbles with big mouths, and there seemed to be two boils on his forehead.

"Did you see it? This is the good thing that Xiaojiu did that you arranged for. This little bastard caught the wood and burned it to death. The first day, at least it was a little damp on the ground. I could do it. The next day, I could only bare my shirt in the house. Yesterday I was so hot that I only wore my shorts. I woke up this morning and saw that I didn't, and I was like this!"

I have to say that this old man Li Yuan is really funny when he said this, which actually made Li Muyun feel urge to laugh.

But considering the face of the old man, he still didn't laugh out loud, but just patiently advised: "But even so, you can't hit someone. Look at you who beat Xiaojiu, he can't even recognize him."

"I deserve it, I can't even burn the fire. Shouldn't I be beaten?" The old man Li Yuan was also very aware of his personality.

Seeing that he was like this, Li Muyun had no choice but to persuade him for a few words and then found an excuse. Anyway, as long as he knew why the old man was unhappy.

But then again, the problem that Lao Li Yuan faced was really a big problem. After all, wood is not resistant to burning, but to be honest, it is precisely because it is not resistant to burning that the heat it releases in a unit of time is extremely high.

So the fire-burning Xiaojiu was not deliberately making things difficult for Li Yuan. In fact, if he didn't forcefully add firewood to the stove, the fire would be extinguished. In order to ensure that the fire would not be extinguished, he added firewood to it, and the final result was to cook Old Li Yuan.

"Oh, it seems that you still have to make some coal to burn, otherwise I will inevitably be cooked after a while!" After thinking through everything, Li Muyun sighed.

...

Chang'an, Tai Chi Palace.

Li Shimin looked at the eunuch who came back to report his life: "What did that kid say this time? Still insisted on not accepting the order?"

"Back to your Majesty, this time there is no one." said the eunuch.

"Yeah!" Li Shimin expressed his satisfaction with Li Muyun's perception in the word "hmm", and then asked: "Have you retrieved that thing?"

"I've taken it back. This was written by Xiaoyao Hou himself, and no one else saw it except him." The eunuch took out the envelope with a mouth covered in fire lacquer from his arms.

"Support it!" A glimmer flashed in Li Shimin's eyes. He wanted to know what the formula was for something that could have such great power.

The envelope was quickly handed over to Li Shimin, but after opening it, the emperor frowned and shook the straw paper in his hand and said, "What kind of ghost drawing talisman is this? Are you sure this was written by Xiaoyaohou?"

"Reply to Your Majesty, it's absolutely true!" The eunuch didn't know what was written in it, but he did watch Li Muyun write it and then pretend it was. He dared to use his head to guarantee this.

"Xuanling, come and take a look, you can see what is written on it." Seeing the eunuch's face very sure, Li Shimin couldn't help frowning even tighter, and handed the straw paper in his hand to Fang Xuanling, who was not far from him.

The old house leader actually came to the emperor to discuss matters today, but Li Shimin asked him to see things, but he couldn't refuse, so he took it.

But after he got up and saw it, the person was stunned.

I saw that the paper simply said, "Saltpeter 78%, sulfur 8%, charcoal 14%. Grind it into powder and stir evenly."

All the old house owners know Chinese characters, but what are the 78, 8, 18, %? It seems that they should be a proportional value, but although they know what it is, they don’t know it.

Seeing this, the old man in Fang raised his head and said with a wry smile: "Your Majesty, the old minister is stupid, and I can't recognize a few words!"

"Is Fang Aiqing even recognizes it?" Li Er frowned again: "Is it that Li Muyun deliberately was spending me?"
Chapter completed!