Volume 12 Chapter 31

Lin Xi and Gao Yanan stayed in rudongling for many days.

The physical and mental fatigue caused by long-term continuous fighting can only be erased slowly by time.

They also need some time to learn more about the subtle situation of Yunqin through Dongling, or wait for the next news of qingluan college.

In Lin Xi's opinion, since the change in qingluan college has been settled, the next finishing should not take too much time, and vice president Xia should be able to deliver many more valuable messages to himself.

Until the streets and alleys of Dongling began to appear with exquisite soap paste printed with his most familiar words, he began to think of some arrangements Chen feirong made in the lonely courtyard of that mountain town in the autumn after biluoling.

"The Lius are not dead?"

"What does this missing carriage mean?"

In the summer of the new year of the Empire, Lin Xi, who was walking in the cicada's voice, thought of the summer of last year. He took a piece of soap paste in his hand, went back to the residence arranged by the military, went to Gao Yanan's face, handed it to Gao Yanan's hand, and then sighed, "we are going back to that place to have a look."

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At the same time, at a post station, a handsome middle-aged man in a brown silk shirt was washing his face with cold water.

His face seems colder than cold water, without any dust, just like the haggard and tired after a long journey washed with cold water.

Xu proverbs stood behind the cold and dignified middle-aged man with hands down.

Since he moved out of the dungeon and became one of the three tycoons of yuduke, he rarely needs to stand in front of others with respect and humility as he is today.

But now he has to, because this middle-aged man is his father, Xu Tianwang.

"You can go to have a rest on your own. You don't have to say hello to me first, unless I have something to look for you. According to the latest information, something happened in Shanyang Road, so we only have two hours' rest in the post station this time. Don't waste your time. " After washing his face several times with cold water, Xu Tianwang put down his wet towel, turned around and said calmly.

Xu Zhenyan bows slightly to show that he has understood, but he still says: "father, what happened to Shanyang road?"

It seems that Xu Jianyan has the qualification to ask himself some questions. After sitting down on the bed bamboo mat, Xu Tianwang said softly, "you should know the big business of Su You Ji. One of their motorcades was robbed in biluoling. The load capacity of that motorcade is enough to carry a large number of armor and heavy ordnance. "

"Is it possible that the party feather who hears the man cangyue has already begun to work, or is it someone from another family?" Xu Zhenyan frowned and said coldly.

Xu Tian nodded.

And he said no more, but bowed himself and bowed away.

"Wait." But before he reached the door, Xu Zhenyan was shouted again. When he turned around unexpectedly, he saw his father, the cold and dignified middle-aged man on his bed, with a look of fanaticism and joy that had never been seen before.

"At last."

Xu Tianwang's voice, which is more rare, trembles, like a whisper, or to let Xu Jianyan witness a certain moment, and spits out these four words.

Only in the moment when he uttered these four words, the breath on his body suddenly changed, just like a magic light, flashed under his whole skin, his people did not change, did not become more tall, but just because of the sudden change of his aura, in the eyes of Xu proverbs, he suddenly became more tall.

Xu Zhenyan's eyebrows wrinkled, his pupils suddenly shrunk, and then he bowed deeply to prevent Xu Tianwang from seeing the real emotion on his face: "congratulations to your father for breaking the steps and becoming a saint."

Xu Tianwang nodded a little and held out his hand. A mighty force was released from his hand. The basin of cold water that he washed his face just now, under the shock of the force that flowed out of his hand, flew out of the basin, and was directly pressed into a crystal water mass less than the size of a fist. It bounced out of the window like a crystal.

It took hundreds of steps to disperse. The power of water splashing still shattered a peach tree below.

"This is the power of the master You have to work harder. " Xu Tianwang looks at Xu's proverb, bowing his body deeply, and says happily and with emotion: "strength is the essence. As long as you reach the holy step, everyone dare not look down on you. You can stand on most of the heads. "

Hearing Xu Tianwang's words, Xu proverbs nodded, which seemed to be awed and taught. But at the moment, there was a sneer of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

"Father, the master is not the most powerful power Last summer, I saw several saints die in the hands of the moon How many years will it take me to get to the master? What makes people powerful quickly is always real power, not personal cultivation. " He shook his head in his heart and said to himself indifferently.

People's hearts are sometimes hotter than in summer, sometimes colder than in the coldest winter.

The nine Yuan Dynasties in Yunqin are always nine powerful forces, nine huge gate lords and nine prosperous clans. Therefore, the old people behind the curtain should not only consider their power, but also be responsible for their clans and descendants, following their own officials and students.

As for the result that Xu Zhenyan became one of the three giants of yuduke, Jiangjia has always been very satisfied, and even has the ingredients behind it, because Xu family has always belonged to Jiangjia students, and the criminal department and some important intelligence departments have always been under the control of Jiangjia. In Lin Xi's judgment, yuduke may evolve into an institution similar to the royal guards in the future. However, before that, Jiangjia actually had the real power similar to the royal guards.

In the view of the Jiang family, it's better to be able to control another yuduke.

But the performance of the emperor in the past years, especially in the past two years, fully shows that the emperor is not a fool, even if he is headstrong, even if he has arrogant ambition, even if he is blinded by some thoughts, but in playing with power, he is not under all the old people at all, so if he doesn't fall like the Huang family and the Wen family, the Jiang family will have more More words.

Biliuoling hears a large number of Secrets of cangyue, which is the right of speech that Jiangjia wants.

The Jiang family is also bound to acquire a large number of heavy armor and weapons, so they even sent out Xu Tianwang, an important person in a high position.

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When the people sent by Jiangjia rushed to biluoling, the whole great mang Dynasty was also bathed in the midsummer.

The summer of purgatory mountain is definitely much hotter than most places in the world.

Zhang Ping is standing in an airless black rock house.

In front of him was a flaming fire, on which stood an iron frame, on which lay countless metal arrows.

The ground fire is drawn from some magma flows. After the craftsman's design and adjustment, the temperature of the flame and hot gas is just the same as that of the metal arrows that can prevent them from turning red all the time.

In this way, the craftsman can use some tools to easily carve the required texture on the arrow.

In front of Zhang Ping at the moment, there is a stable rotating frame to fix the arrow. His hand is a thick asbestos glove to prevent scalding, and his hand is a blue thin steel needle. Only by picking the thin steel needle, he can skillfully and quickly carve out a beautiful pattern like wind guide slot on a red metal arrow.

This kind of metal arrows are all special metal arrows used with the long bows of soul soldiers.

Although there are few archers of Xu Qiubai and Lin Xi's level, there are many common practitioners in the army. Since the southern expedition, the amount of this kind of metal archery has been increasing.

In the past few days, Zhang Ping has given the impression to all the people in the purgatory mountain who have come into contact with him. They are silent, but they are very serious and rigorous. This kind of character, which is only focused on practical work, but does not complain, will naturally win a lot of recognition. So ten days ago, he was transferred to this craftsmanship workshop.

In the purgatory mountain, this kind of craftsmanship workshop and the upper class are already the workshops of spirit making soldiers related to runes and some special materials. As long as they can enter those workshops, they can have the status of official disciples of purgatory mountain. In the great Mang, they also have a foothold.

In this way, Zhang Ping may be able to enter those workshops in a few months.

But even if you can enter those workshops, how long will it take to stand out? After that, how many real secrets can you get to purgatory mountain is unknown.

Zhang Ping is very hot at the moment.

The temperature in this workshop is more than ten degrees higher than that in the hot sun outside. It is the work that only practitioners can undertake.

So now, Zhang Ping is only wearing a pair of pants, and his upper body is only surrounded by a towel between his neck, so as to prevent sweat on his face from dripping onto the arrow, just like local quenching, which has an impact on the performance of the arrow.

At this time, a woman in a red robe walked into the room and came to Zhang Ping.

"Elder martial sister Chang."

Zhang Ping put down his tools and stood up to salute.

This tall, ordinary looking woman, who is a few years older than him, is one of the managers of this workshop. She is the God of purgatory mountain. Although she is very kind and takes good care of him, and just let all the workshop disciples call her elder martial sister, all the rewards and punishments are in her hands. No matter how gentle her attitude towards him, he can't feel that he is true I have a similar identity with her. I can really use the identity of my elder martial sister and younger martial brother to meet each other.

As soon as he stood up and thought of his own body, Zhang Ping became even more confused.

The facial features are just ordinary. It's not hard to describe the young woman looking at Zhang Ping, looking at her bare bronzed skin, looking at the sweat beads on it. In her eyes, a strange meaning began to emerge, "you are from Yunqin." She raised her head, looked into Zhang Ping's eyes, and said slowly.