The light of the morning shines on the continuous Xianjia Workshop. There is a touch of silver frost on the green tiles. The cool sea breeze blows towards you, which makes people realize that winter is already in the air.

"It's winter again..."

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

The nine-story tower is a test piece and has not been put into use yet, so naturally there are no disciples left behind between the various floors.

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

This thing is known as the "Shenglongtai" and is a rare useless thing among the objects studied by Wu Zunyi. At least that's what Zhang Hui thought.

Zhang Hui was a disciple of Shang Yin. In the art of refining weapons, his style was pragmatic - that is, he used everything and saved whatever fancy things could, and tried to maximize the effectiveness of the same material.

It is precisely because of this style that he was appointed to guard the warehouse and take charge of the finances of Wangchaotan.

The structural materials of the "Shenglongtai" cannot be found fault, but the function is only to help people climb stairs. In the eyes of normal weapon refiners, they can only get one evaluation - immortals cannot use them, mortals cannot afford them, and they are purely trashing things.

The only advantage is that it is more decent to go upstairs in places where you cannot control the wind.

This thing was made by Wu Zunyi, so Zhang Hui couldn't say anything. At this time, he could only be the only passenger and stand on Shenglong Platform to experience the luxurious configuration of the Future Immortal Gate.

bite--

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

The top floor is extremely open, with all directions of water curtains arranged around it. The star-gazing patio above us shines in and shines on the floor.

Wu Zunyi, dressed in black, sat cross-legged beside the small case, and outlined patterns on paper with a golden pen.

Lei Hongliang sat in front of a water curtain with a teacup, watching a female cultivator dance in Hunyuan Sect.

"Hongliang, a few female disciples in Dihuifang cannot move the markings and iron. They are tired and sweaty and are not dressed. You have the strength and are fine, so why don't you go and have a hand?"

Lei Hongliang had a meal of tea, then stood up and put on his outer robe:

"Oh, ironwork is not a job for women. If you have nothing to do, I will come when I go."

As he said that, he went downstairs quickly.

Zhang Hui sat down on the futon opposite the small case, opened the food box, took out two pots of small wine from it, and the "cold sea emperor liver" that had just been transported back from overseas and was known as the freshest in the northern region, and placed it on the small case:

"Supreme righteousness, look at the greatness, only people can live a life. In practice, people should restrain their lust, but they cannot cut off their lust. If they are ruthless and desireless, they will not be called a human. We weapon refiners must concentrate when they should work, and when they should relax..."

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

"Come again to persuade the surrender?"

Zhang Hui poured wine with a wine pot, and was speechless when he heard this:

"Have you seen someone in the world who persuaded me to surrender like this? Let's not talk about anything else, just say "desire". If you want to refine weapons, the ancestor will open a Linglong Pavilion for you to use at will; if you want to read books, you can check all the secret scriptures in Kui Bingzhou, but if you are not enough, you can go to Beizhaizhou to adjust them; if you want to eat and drink, even the dragon liver and phoenix marrow, the ancestor can get you; if you want women, the women from the entire northwest continent will be selected by you...

"Of course, except for the ancestor Mei, all other married ones can find a way... Just tell me, is this what I am here to persuade the surrender? I am asking my ancestor to return to the mountain."

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

"Oh, that's it..." Zhang Hui waved his hand: "Where are you leaving here, what else can you use your talents? Dongzhou? How did you lose the election in the Nine Sect Alliance back then? How did Lei Hongliang be expelled from the sect?

"It's not that I look down on the Tiandi City of Dongzhou, it's that they really don't have this foundation and energy. In order to refine weapons, the ancestors can raise tigers and make trouble, and let us play their own way. Will Shangzhao dare?

"I can be sure that if you kill the ancestor with your weapon refining skills, you can become the co-lord of my Tiandi City, and the ancestor and even their disciples will not have any complaints. If you kill Shangzhao, what can you become?"

Wu Zunyi did not deny this, picked up the wine glass and drank:

"I just wanted to be a weapon refiner since I was a child and explore the origin of heaven and earth. I don't want to get involved in both good and evil."

Zhang Hui took a sip of wine and sighed softly: "The ancestor was about the same talent as you when he was young, and he was also the same temper. After all, who would want to involve these messy things in the artifact? But sometimes, having the ability to change the world but not doing anything is also a sin..."

The two of them were drinking a little wine, chatting every time, and chatting for a long time.

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

"Lao Zhang, you are a good person. The old demon Shang is a mixed bag, but he is kind to me. If I were born on this land since childhood, I would have been very happy for my whole life."

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When Zhang Hui heard this, he felt a little embarrassed about the impermanence of life before his death. His face changed and he hurriedly said:

"Hey, Zunyi, what are you saying? You are only sixty years old, and you are just as young as you are. Life has just begun? I just said nothing, right? I just came over and chatted around. I didn't force you to go to Tiandi City to take over. My ancestor can live for thousands of years. You want to take over now, but the ancestor doesn't agree..."

Wu Zunyi did not respond and stood up and looked at the entire Wangchaotan port:

"Give an order to let everyone inside and outside the port put down their work and retreat a hundred miles away. I'll show you the new stuff I just made."

Zhang Hui was shocked and quickly stood up and raised his hand to signal Shao An Wu:

"Okay, Senior Gu ran to catch people. He was not in the port. I informed him and asked him to come back immediately."

"It's OK."

...

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The dawn is just beginning to dew.

Zuo Lingquan disguised himself as he hung the sign of "Tiandi Pavilion" on his waist. He drove a small boat full of various messy ores and slowly sailed into the Wangchaotan port, which was hard to see at a glance.

Cui Yingying, Lingye and Guagua both relied on their advanced cultivation, reduced their chests and shoulders, disguised themselves as men. Only Qingwan covered her face slightly and pretended to be a female cultivator at the bottom.

This small cargo ship was robbed by several people halfway, because the raw materials transported were all common ores up and down by more than a dozen white jade beads, which were not eye-catching. Several passes on the road were ripping over by understanding the identity sign and password.

At this time, when I entered Wangchao Beach, a few people looked carefully and saw that there were many ships entering and leaving the port, and the ships that went out were full of elixirs and magic weapons, and those who came back were empty ships. The specific destination was unclear. The number of people in the entire Wangchao Beach was difficult to count, and from the scale, there must be tens of thousands of people going up.

Cui Yingying controls Taohuatan, even half of the logistics minister of nine sects, knows too much about the scale of the workshop and the loss of the battlefield, and said in his heart:

"From the scale of the workshop, it is enough to support the wartime loss of Posa Continent. The battle has been temporarily halted, and all workshops are still operating with all their strength. 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 you are all preparing for the war, the battle you want to fight may be bigger than we imagined..."

Qiu Guagua is a front-line soldier, and like Zuo Lingquan, she is considered a general rather than a handsome man. She has no idea about these things, so she has no idea that Lingye has shown off her opinions, and she follows her and makes her silent. Of course, this is also related to Lingye's inappropriate days ago. She contacted her at night and let her hear her man's "sex...", which almost made her autistic.

Zuo Lingquan was responsible for driving the boat, Wu Qingwan was holding the accounting book and standing beside her, while Tuanzi was huddled in Qingwan's arms; Qingwan's mansion was much better than Guagua's small bungalow, and there was no sign of anything unusual from the outside.

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

As soon as Zuo Lingquan landed the boat, a young disciple came over and looked at it slightly:

"Did you come from Hongye River? You look so handsome."

Zuo Lingquan had already prepared the remarks and took the account book and went ashore:

"Old Zhang encountered some opportunity and quit with his apprentice. I just took over the shift. It's the first time I'm here. I hope the immortal will take care of him."

The hard work of transporting minerals back and forth for the immortals is considered the lowest level of the cultivation path. Even the disciples who have just started the sect can't do it. They are all outsourced to small sects or recruit temporary workers, and the population is very mobile.

The manager did not doubt this, took the account book and looked at it. Then he got off the boat and stamped it with a seal on it and returned it to Zuo Lingquan:

"Download the goods to the warehouse behind Qiaofang, and arrange them according to the type. After finishing, you can use the accounting book to eat something in the restaurant outside. If you don't eat it, go to the pharmacy to change it to elixirs. Apart from these two places, don't go around other places and leave the port within one hour."

"I understand, Xie Xianchang 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, I will help you transport goods. Can you give me a special qualification? Here I will find a weapon refiner to help you refine weapons? If there is a way..."

The young manager is in and out of tens of thousands of white jade beads every quarter of an hour, so he definitely doesn't like these two people and doesn't take them. However, he understands Zuo Lingquan's demand; after all, Wangchaotan is a military industry, and everyone knows that it must be higher than the magical instruments and elixirs on the market. He waved his hand and said:

"The immortal masters here are all from the 'Uncle' generation. If you don't send the things you created to the market, you won't dare to take them out if you find someone to help. Just move things honestly."

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan had to give up the idea of ​​inquiring about the weapon refiner. After saying goodbye to the manager with a smile, he rolled up his sleeves and moved the boxes of ore to the workshop.

The defense of Wangchaotan is not as if it were a soldier, but as an internal port, everyone has positions, and the places and range of activities are fixed. It is definitely discovered that they pretend to be a passenger and run around. It is not easy to find people from such a large port.

Cui Yingying has the highest Taoist practice, but here is the giants of immortals who are known on the surface, including Zhang Hui, the Tiandi City, who is in charge of this place. It is still unclear whether there are any experts in secret. It is no different to conduct a spiritual exploration rashly to report to your own home, so you can only choose to use your eyes to observe clues.

Step on the pedal-

A group of five people loaded and unloaded low-quality ore and ran back and forth several times, but they could not find any opportunity to penetrate.

Shangguan Lingye couldn't help but worry when he saw this. He was about to instruct the dumplings that were sleeping heavily in Qingwan's arms to touch the situation in the workshop first. Suddenly, his ears moved slightly and he heard a conversation in the distance:

"The ironworking requires the integration of the waist and horse, exert force on the heel, and use the belt to mobilize the tendons of the whole body. Come on, Azhen, touch it and see if my chest muscles are as hard as iron..."

“Wow~ so hard~”

"Touch your waist and abdomen again, is it a solid piece..."

...

Zuo Lingquan also heard it and was thinking, "Who is so shameless?", and suddenly felt that this rough voice seemed familiar.

Zuo Lingquan and Lingye looked at each other and confirmed what they were thinking.

Zuo Lingquan did not alert the enemy. After confirming that no one was paying attention, he asked several girls to continue moving things. He held a box of ore and deviated from the road and walked towards another workshop not far away...

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Dangdangdang——

In the ventilated refining workshop on all sides, sparks splashed everywhere.

In the eyes of ordinary people, immortals should be based on the spirit of immortals, and they cannot see any fireworks on earth; but in fact, the smelting of materials in the path of cultivation depends more on native methods than mortals, because "feeling and experience" cannot be replaced by mechanical means.
To be continued...