The fairy is fierce

The morning light sprinkled on the continuous fairy workshops, and there was a touch of silver frost on the blue tiles. The cool sea breeze blew towards us, and we were surprised to find that winter had already arrived. ☞♦  ♦♦

"It's winter again..."

Zhang Hui carried a food box and walked through the frosted bluestone road to the bottom of the nine-story tower.

The nine-story tower is a test product and has not yet been put into use. Naturally, there are no disciples left between the floors.

Zhang Hui came to the first floor hall and stood on a round platform next to the wall. He gently stroked the crane head ornament next to him, and the platform floated up and rose to the top of the tower. Through the window on the wall, he could also have a bird's eye view of the entire port.

This thing is known as the 'Shenglongtai'. It is one of the few useless objects studied by Wu Zunyi, at least that's what Zhang Hui thought.

Zhang Hui is Shang Yin's disciple. In the art of refining, his style is pragmatic - that is, to make the best use of things, to save on fancy things, and to strive to maximize the effectiveness of a material.

It is precisely because of this style that he was appointed to guard the warehouse and manage the finances of Wangchao Beach.

The structure and materials of the "Shenglongtai" are impeccable, but its function is only to help people climb the stairs. In the eyes of normal refiners, this can only be evaluated in one way - immortals can't use it, mortals can't afford it, and it's a pure waste of things.

The only benefit is that it is more decent to go upstairs in places where you can't resist the wind.

This thing was made by Wu Zunyi. Zhang Hui couldn't say anything. At this time, he could only be the only passenger, standing on the Shenglongtai to experience the luxurious configuration of the future immortal gate.

Ding——

When the turtle head bell on the top floor made a crisp sound, Zhang Hui had already arrived at the top floor.

The top floor is very open, surrounded by eight-sided water curtains, and the stargazing skylight above shines in a faint light, sprinkling on the floor.

Wu Zunyi, dressed in black, sat cross-legged beside the small table, sketching patterns on paper with a gold pen.

Lei Hongliang, holding a teacup, sat in front of a water curtain, watching a female cultivator from the Hunyuan Sect dancing.

"Hongliang, several female disciples in Dihuifang are sweating and disheveled from hammering the spotted iron. You have a lot of strength and nothing to do, why don't you go and help?"

Lei Hongliang paused while drinking tea, then stood up and put on his outer robe:

"Alas, ironwork is not a woman's job. Why show off when there is nothing to do? I'll be back soon."

He went downstairs quickly.

Zhang Hui sat down on the futon opposite the small table, opened the food box, took out two pots of wine and the food that had just been shipped back from overseas, The "cold-mixed sea liver", which is known as the most delicious food in the northern region, was placed on the small table:

"Zunyi, look at Hongliang, he is a person who knows how to live. People who practice cultivation should restrain their lust, but they cannot cut off their lust. If they are lustless and have no lust, they are not human. We, the weapon refiners, must concentrate when we should be busy, and relax when we should relax..."

Wu Zunyi put down his pen, swept the paper aside, and picked up the chopsticks:

"Are you here to persuade us to surrender again?"

Zhang Hui took the wine pot and poured wine, and was speechless when he heard this:

"Have you seen the world? Is there anyone who wants to persuade others to surrender like me? Let's not talk about other things, just talk about the aspect of "desire". If you want to refine weapons, the ancestor opened his own Linglong Pavilion for you to use at will; if you want to read books, all the secret scriptures in Kuibingzhou are available for you to read, and if it's not enough, you can go to Beishouzhou to get it; if you want to eat and drink, even dragon liver and phoenix marrow, the ancestor can get it for you; if you want women, you can choose women from the two northwest continents...

"Of course, except for the ancestor Mei, other married women can be found... Just tell me, do I look like I'm here to persuade you to surrender? I'm asking the ancestor to return to the mountain."

Wu Zunyi said: "What if I want to go out?"

"Alas, you are..." Zhang Hui waved his hand: "If you leave here, where else can you display your talents? Dongzhou? How did you lose the election at the Nine Sects Alliance? How was Lei Hongliang expelled from the sect?

"It's not that I look down on Dongzhou Tiandi City, it's that they really don't have the foundation and tolerance. The ancestor dared to raise a tiger to harm us in order to improve the art of refining. He let us play freely. Would Shang Zhao dare?

"I can be sure that if you kill the ancestor with your refining skills, you can become the co-lord of my Tiandi City, and the ancestor and even the disciples will not have any complaints; if you kill Shang Zhao, what can you do?"

Wu Zunyi did not deny this, and took a sip from the wine glass:

"I only want to be a refiner since I was a child, exploring the origin of heaven and earth. I don't want to get involved in your affairs of good and evil."

Zhang Hui took a sip of wine and sighed softly: "When the ancestor was young, his talent was similar to yours, and he also had the same temper. After all, who wants to be involved in these messy mundane things among refiners? But sometimes, if you have the ability to change the world but do nothing, it is also a sin..."

The two drank wine and chatted for an unknown amount of time.

Wu Zunyi listened carefully and rarely responded until the sky was bright and the sun rose in the east. The golden morning light passed through the clouds and fell on the giant platform surrounded by high walls outside the workshop. He put down the wine glass and said inexplicably:

"Lao Zhang, you are a good person. Shang Lao Mo is a mixed person, but he has done his best for me. If I was born in this land since I was a child, I think I should have a very happy life. "

??

Zhang Hui heard this, and it seemed a bit like he was sighing about the impermanence of life before his death. His face changed and he said quickly:

"Hey, Zunyi, what are you talking about? You are only sixty years old, and you are at the tender age of dripping water. Life has just begun? Can you just pretend that I didn't say anything about your long-winded words? I just came here with nothing to do. Nonsense, I’m not forcing you to go to Tiandi City to take over. My ancestor can still live for thousands of years. Now you want to take over and take over, but you still don’t agree..."

Wu Zunyi did not respond. He stood up and looked at the entire Wangchaotan Port:

"I'm giving an order for everyone inside and outside the port to put down their work and retreat hundreds of miles away. I'll show you the new thing I just made."

Zhang Hui was startled and quickly stood up, raising his hand to signal the young man to calm down:

"No, goodbye. Senior Gu went to arrest someone. He is not at the port. I will inform him and ask him to come back immediately."

"Alright."

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The morning light appears.

Zuo Lingquan disguised himself, with the sign of 'Tiandi Pavilion' hanging on his waist, and drove a small boat loaded with all kinds of miscellaneous ores, slowly sailing into the Wangtide Beach Port where the end was hard to see.

Cui Yingying, Ling Ye, and Gua Gua all relied on their advanced cultivation skills to disguise themselves as men by reducing their breasts and padding their shoulders. Only Qing Wan slightly covered her face and pretended to be a low-level female cultivator.

This small cargo ship was robbed by a few people on the way, because the raw materials transported were common ores with more than a dozen white jade beads, which were not eye-catching. At several checkpoints on the road, they relied on their identity plates and understanding of the passwords. , just mixed in.

Entering Wangtide Beach at this time, several people looked carefully and saw that there were many ships entering and exiting the port. The ships going out were full of elixirs and magic weapons, and the ships coming back were all empty. The specific destination was not yet clear; and the entire manpower of Wangtide Beach, It’s hard to count, but judging from the scale, it must be in the tens of thousands.

Cui Yingying controls Peach Blossom Pond and is half the logistics minister of the Nine Sects. She is very familiar with the scale of the workshop and the losses on the battlefield, so she said in her heart:

"Judging from the scale of the workshops, it is enough to support the wartime losses in Posa Continent. There has been a temporary truce over Posa Continent and all workshops are still operating at full capacity. The destination of these materials will definitely not be Posa Continent."

Lingye said: "There are more than one Immortal workshop of the alien race. If they are all preparing for war, the battle to be fought may be bigger than we imagined..."

Qiu Guagua is a frontline soldier, and like Zuo Lingquan, he is a general rather than a commander. He does not have as much insight into these things as Lingye, so he does not express his opinions and follows behind in silence. Of course, this is also the same as Lingye did a few days ago. Ye didn't want to be a human being. He contacted her late at night and asked her to listen to her man's sex, which almost made her autistic.

Zuo Lingquan was in charge of sailing the boat, Wu Qingwan was standing beside him holding the accounting book, and Tuanzi was huddled in Qingwan's arms. Qingwan's mansion was much better than Guagua's bungalow, and there was really nothing unusual about it from the outside. .

The boat sailed through the port and gradually entered the workshop behind the port. There were many delivery ships moored on the shore, and the workshop stewards stood on the shore to receive supplies.

As soon as Zuo Lingquan docked the boat, a young disciple came over and took a brief look:

"Are you from Hongye River? You look unfamiliar."

Zuo Lingquan had already prepared his words and took the account book ashore:

"Lao Zhang took a chance and resigned with his apprentice. I just took over and it's my first time here. I hope the immortal will take care of me."

The hard work of transporting minerals back and forth for the Immortal family is considered to be the lowest level of the spiritual practice. Even the disciples who are new to the sect can't do it. It is all outsourced to small sects or hired temporary workers. The population flow is very large.

The young steward was not suspicious of this. He took the account book and looked at it, then checked the living things on the boat, stamped it, and returned it to Zuo Lingquan:

"Unload the goods into the warehouse behind Diqiaofang and arrange them according to categories. After finishing, you can use the account book and eat something in the restaurant outside. If you don't want to eat, go to the pharmacy to exchange for elixirs. Apart from these two places, Don’t wander around elsewhere and leave Hong Kong within an hour.”

"Understood, Xie Immortal reminds me."

Gu Cheng

Zuo Lingquan took the account book, took out two more white jade beads, and asked in a low voice:

"I dare to ask the Immortal Chief, if I help to transport goods above, can I be specially qualified to find a weapon refiner here to help me refine weapons? If there is a way..."

With tens of thousands of white jade beads coming in and out every quarter of an hour, the young steward definitely looked down on these two boys and did not go to pick them up. However, he understood Zuo Lingquan’s needs; after all, Wangchaotan is a military industry, and everyone knows that it is definitely better than the market. The magic weapons and elixirs on it are of high craftsmanship. He waved his hand and said:

"The immortal masters here are all uncles. The things they build are not sent to the market. Even if you find someone to help, you don't dare to use them. Just move things honestly."

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​asking about the refiner. After bidding farewell to the steward with a smile, he rolled up his sleeves and moved boxes of ore to the workshop.

The defense of Wangtide Beach cannot be said to be all-weather, but as an internal port, everyone in it has a position. The place where they should stay and the scope of activities are fixed. If you run around pretending to be a tourist, you will definitely be discovered. If you want to find people from such a large port, It's not easy.

Cui Yingying has the highest level of Taoism, but the only known giant of the Immortal Family here is Zhang Hui from Tiandi City, who is stationed here. It is not clear whether there is an expert secretly, and rashly launching a spiritual exploration is tantamount to self-reporting, so You can only choose to observe the clues with your eyes.

Tap tap tap——

A group of five people loaded and unloaded low-grade ore and ran back and forth several times, but no chance of penetration was found.

Shangguan Lingye couldn't help but feel worried when he saw this. He was about to instruct Tuanzi, who was sleeping in Qingwan's arms, to go and feel the situation in the workshop. Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly and he heard a conversation in the distance:

"In blacksmithing, we need to integrate the waist and horse, use the heel to exert force, and hammer with the belt to mobilize the muscles of the whole body. Come on, A-Zhen, feel it and see if my chest muscles are as strong as stone..."

"Wow~ so hard~"

"Feel your waist and abdomen again to see if they are all the same..."

…

Zuo Lingquan also heard it, and was thinking to himself, "Who is so fucking shameless?" Suddenly, he felt that the rough voice sounded a little familiar.

Zuo Lingquan and Lingye looked at each other and confirmed what each other thought.

Zuo Lingquan did not alert the snake. After making sure that no one was paying attention, he asked the girls to continue moving things. He carried a box of ore and deviated from the road to another workshop not far away...

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Dangdangdang——

In the airy weapon refining workshop, sparks flew everywhere.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the smelting of immortal weapons should be the bones of the immortal wind, and there are no human fireworks; but in fact, the smelting of materials in the spiritual path relies more on local methods than ordinary people, because 'feeling and experience' cannot be relied on machinery. substitute.

Lei Hongliang stood in front of the blazing furnace, with his upper body naked and an octagonal hammer in his hand, teaching several female apprentices in the workshop how to melt ore.

Although he said that women are not suitable for this profession, Lei Hongliang still taught carefully. After all, females are too rare in the weapon refining workshop. These girls all made mistakes in the alchemy workshop and were sent here to be punished. .

Lei Hongliang hammered the red iron block with all his strength for a few times, then stopped and posed in a very strong posture to let the young apprentice appreciate his flawless tendons. When he was talking about getting excited, he suddenly heard the workshop apprentice watching outside, Open your mouth and scold:

"Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

"I met the Immortal. There is a surplus of black copper in Diqiaofang. He asked me to send this box here."

"Really?...Forget it, just throw it in the warehouse behind."

…

Lei Hongliang didn't pay attention at first, but when he swung the hammer, he felt someone looking at him, and their eyes were very special.

?

Lei Hongliang turned around and didn't see the source of his gaze. He thought for a moment, put down the hammer and let his disciple practice by himself, and went to the small warehouse behind the workshop to check.

The warehouse is stocked with materials that need to be used in a short period of time, and there are also disciples working as cashiers and keeping accounts behind desks.

But Lei Hongliang glanced at it and found nothing unusual, so he looked at the young disciple who was keeping accounts in the warehouse:

"I just gave you black copper...copper..."

The words stopped abruptly.

I saw the young disciple behind the desk with a smile. There was a sword placed on the account book in front of him, and his fingers were tapping lightly on the desk near the sword hilt.

! !

Lei Hongliang didn't recognize his face, but he recognized the look in his eyes that almost stabbed him to death. He shivered in shock, but his strong mind suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and he looked back:

"You...why are you here?"

Zuo Lingquan deduced from the observation just now that Lei Hongliang had probably surrendered to the enemy, so he did not trust Lei Hongliang and just responded calmly:

"Even if there are fugitives from the Nine Sects, there is no reason to hand them over to foreigners. Naturally, I am here to pick them up."

"..."

Lei Hongliang's expression was very complicated. Although he hated Lord Emperor Zhao, he had no objection to Jiuzong from the beginning to the end, and even missed his former homeland.

But as a weapon refiner, freedom to refine weapons is his lifelong pursuit; after Lei Hongliang got the respect he deserved from the foreign race, his mind was a little shaken when he thought of returning to Jiuzong, even if he was pardoned for his crimes, he would be tied up for the rest of his life. .

Zuo Lingquan saw the confusion in Lei Hongliang's eyes and smiled:

"Don't want to leave?"

Lei Hongliang looked a little embarrassed and said softly:

"When I go back, I am also imprisoned in the Lei Po by Lord Emperor Zhao. If you come to arrest me and take me back for trial, you might as well kill me directly. Although I, Lei Hongliang, rebelled against Tiandi City, to be honest, I have not forgotten that I am here. A man of the right path, alas..."

There is a tangle in my heart, and it is naturally difficult to express it in words.

Zuo Lingquan knew the whole story of Lei Hongliang's rebellion against the Imperial Emperor, so he didn't talk about these difficult things and said directly:

"Do you know where Wu Zunyi is?"

Lei Hongliang was silent for a moment and said softly:

"Zunyi's talent for refining weapons is unparalleled in all nine continents. He was caught by Shang Lao's magic weapon. He wanted to accept him as a closed disciple and inherit the family business of Tiandi City in the future. He didn't want to accept it, but I am the one who leads the way. To be honest, I don't want to Let him go back. If he goes back to the Nine Sects, his talents will be buried."

Zuo Lingquan was attracted by Qingwan's wooden staff and knew that Wu Zunyi was contacting them, so he naturally said:

"Whether he wants to leave or not is his own business. You can't decide for him. Take me to see him. If he really doesn't want to leave, I can't force him."

"The demon sword Gu Chen may come back at any time. There are many informants around Zunyi. If you go to see him, there is a high chance that we will stay here together. If you believe me, I advise you to leave directly and don't take this risk."

When Zuo Lingquan heard this, he frowned secretly.

He knew about Demon Sword Gu Chen. Xu Yuanfeng's master, Kui Bingzhou's strongest martial artist, might be able to fight Jiang Chengjian in a duel.

If this guy is looking at the tide beach, it will be useless for him to hold the Tianguan Divine Sword, because the demon sword Gu Chen will not give him a chance to draw the sword. He may be killed before he sees anyone. How many wives are in this state? With the gap, it is not easy to escape, let alone rob the prisoner.

Zuo Lingquan could save people only if he did not involve himself or the people around him. After confirming that Lei Hongliang's words did not seem to be false, he hesitated in his heart.

But at this time, a voice came from the sky above the huge Wangchao Beach:

"Qingwan, your second uncle is here. The nine continents and eight poles, the three realms of yin and yang, all have to bow their heads when they see you. When you come to the Wangchao Beach, why do you need to cover your head and face?"

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