The Yan Jun Hall was slowly rising from the ground, carrying a huge area of foundation. This is Fusu's proposal to lift the Yanjun Palace into the air, vacate the underneath, and build the Yamen of the Prime Minister's Mansion. With the Yan Jundian as the top and the Prime Minister's Mansion as the bottom, to show the separation of the monarch and the minister. Yan Jun's hall was condescending, making it easier for Yan Jun to see everything below.

This proposal was originally rejected, because a large hall floating in the air was really not in line with the simplicity of the Yan monarchs, and it was too high-profile. But Fusu insisted repeatedly, and even threatened to resign and reincarnate. In the end, he succeeded, and successfully forced the boss to take matters into his own hands and sent Yan Jundian into the air.

Fan Zeng rushed over with his huge team, and the ghosts in the team were each holding hammers, shovels and other tools, and he was doing business. From now on, the prefectures and counties under his rule and the engineering teams in his hands will be placed under the jurisdiction of the Prime Minister's Office. But this did not prevent him from coming to Fusu to talk about business and stop the construction of the yamen.

The buying and selling between officials and officials also costs money!

Fusu didn't come to talk to him, it was Mozi who came. When Fan Zeng saw him, he knew that this deal was probably not easy to do, Mozi himself was a master craftsman, and it was not easy to discuss architecture with him.

Mozi went straight to the point and said, "What kind of yamen can you build for us?"

Fan Da waved his hand, and the ghost behind him came up with several scrolls of drawings and spread them flat on the ground, each of which was a yamen, a total of eight volumes. It may be majestic, or tall, or simple, or gorgeous.

Mozi shook his head and said, "The structure is not good, it will collapse with a casual impact, the style is not bad, do you have a better one?"

Fan Zeng waved his hand again, and the little ghost behind him sent three more volumes. This time, the style is much simpler, only more complex.

"No, if there is an earthquake, it will not be able to withstand it. ”

Fan suppressed his anger and asked, "When has there been an earthquake in the underworld?"

Mozi didn't speak, but raised his hand and pointed to the Heavenly Hall of Yan Jun. Fan Zeng followed his fingers and looked over, only to see a behemoth hanging above his head, and there was an inexplicable panic.

Mozi then spoke: "The prime minister's intention is not simply to show the status of a monarch and a minister. Instead, a high mountain has been added to the head of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and if you don't do it, you have to worry that this high mountain will be pressed down!"

"Fusu Gongzi, really... It's a... It's a ruthless person!" Fan Zeng stumbled for a long time before he said such a sentence.

"Yes, the handwriting is ruthless enough, I'm not afraid that I won't be unsatisfied, I'm just afraid that the magic power of the Great Yan Jun is unreliable, if something goes wrong one day, the Yan Jun Palace falls from the sky, wouldn't it be a disaster. ”

"Master, I'm thinking too much, how could Da Yan Jun, as a Da Luo Jin Immortal, make such a mistake. ”

Mozi pointed behind Fan Zeng again, and when Fan Zeng turned his head to look, he saw the broken staircase falling from mid-air and smashing on the ground, smashing out a small deep pit. There were also a few folk ghosts around the pit who were almost smashed, pointing at the Great Yan Jun in the sky and scolding, and the Great Yan Jun scratched his head, as if he was laughing.

"This is the sixth time, since the two of us talked, the Great Yan Jun's stairs have broken six times, and each time he almost hit the ghost. ”

Fan Zeng gritted his teeth, waved his hand again, and the little ghost behind him sent a scroll of drawings again, only one volume, but it was obviously several times larger than the previous one. It was spread out on the ground, and it was nine feet wide. The picture depicts high-rise buildings with corridors connecting them, like pavilions in the sky.

Mozi was not squinted by the beauty of the building in the picture, but looked at the architectural structure in detail, and carefully checked the design of the details, without letting go of any subtleties.

After a long time, he nodded and said, "Yes, this is good, whose handwriting is not like it can be made by the engineering team." ”

Fan Zeng tilted his head, a little proud, and said, "I got it from Lu Ban, and it took him three days to get it." Can you withstand the fall of Yan Jun's Palace?"

"Almost, there is no problem with changing the roof, this style should also be changed, the Prime Minister's Mansion does not need such a tall building, it is enough to have three floors. The cloister can be widened, so that some public houses can also be added to house some papers. ”

"Then I'll go to find Luban in a while, and I must change it to the way the master is satisfied!"

"No, I'll just look at it, I'll just draw another scroll myself. Mozi said that he didn't have to be Lu Ban at all, just draw a picture, easy!

Fan Zeng thought for a while and said, "If that's the case, I'll give a ninety percent discount to the project of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and only charge ninety percent of the price!"

"We appreciate Fan Zhoucheng's kindness, but we still don't need it, we plan to do it ourselves, you know, we are a group of poor masters, there is nothing else in the underworld, but there are a lot of disciples and grandchildren, I don't hear that we are going to work in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and we have come to help. There are enough manpower, thank you Fan Zhoucheng for help, the drawings are good, and they can be sold at a good price!"

After Mozi finished speaking, he ran away, and in an instant he squeezed into the crowd and couldn't see his figure.

Fan Zeng was stunned before he understood Mozi's words. His face turned red with anger, and he scolded: "Mo Zhai, the dignified leader of the Mo family, actually did what he did!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the group of ghosts in front of them gathered together, and many ghosts ran from the surrounding streets and alleys, holding everything in their hands.

"Who dares to insult my master?

"Stand up, I want to see who it is, is it not good to bully my Mo family's sword?"

......

Fan Zeng: "Run!"

The engineering team ran away from the land vacated by Yan Jundian, running without any nostalgia, leaving only a place of smoke and dust.

Mozi, who was hiding behind the crowd, also blushed a little, and was a little embarrassed to run out to deceive ghosts for the first time.

Zhang Yi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Master, you see what I said is right, you don't need to do anything at all, one mouth is enough." The next time Wen Chong comes to fool you into selling weapons, you just think about today, as long as you don't admit it, he has no way at all. Look at the Beiting side, how many years have you been fighting, and if you don't have your weapons to support you, you can fight to this day? What does it mean that letting these people fight is the biggest punishment, fart! Those hooligan bastards, that's fun to fight!"

"You're a hooligan bastard too!" Mozi said.

Zhang Yi was happy and said, "Yes, I'm also a hooligan and a bastard." But I'm a scoundrel bastard, and I'm doing things that are plain and clear! Can I kill people with one mouth? Can I fight? No, I'm a little bastard at best, they're big hooligans!"

Mozi didn't bother to talk to him, his mouth was that he hadn't killed anyone, and he couldn't fight. But there are still few people who fight because of his mouth, and there are many people who lose their lives because of his mouth. The common sense of mixing in the underworld, all the words of Su Qin and Zhang Yi, don't believe half a word! But today's fooling Fan Zeng seems to be quite happy, a mouth can lead to a war, and naturally it can stop the war.

Mozi shook his head vigorously, he couldn't think about it, he thought that he had fallen into Zhang Yi's trap. With a blank look at Zhang Yi, Mozi walked in the direction of the boss, where the twenty-first staircase had just declined, and the dignified Da Luo Jin Immortal couldn't even handle the steps at the entrance of the main hall!

When Zhang Yi saw him gone, he turned around and went to look for Mencius. He said: "Master Meng, do you have any leisure?" Yi has some thoughts about Haoran righteousness and wants to talk to Master. ”

Mencius glanced at him coldly and said, "Stay away from me, people who chase fame and fortune, you know what Haoran righteousness is!"

Zhang Yi said with a smile: "What the master said is that Zhang Yi is indeed a person who chases fame and fortune, but this person was born in heaven and earth, and what he seeks is not fame and fortune......?

Before Zhang Yi's words were finished, Mencius had already taken a stone from the ground, put it on his hand and turned it upside down, and said, "What did you say?"

"Master heard wrong, I didn't say anything, Master, please continue, Zhang Yi won't bother Master!"

"Well, Zhang Zi, please go!"

Zhang Yi turned around and left, and when he walked a few feet, he heard a sound of breaking the sky, and when he looked up, he saw that a broken staircase was flying towards him. Hurriedly rolled on the ground, avoiding the stairs, but still got disgraced.

The voices of Mozi and the boss could be heard in the distance.

"I just said, this won't work, almost hit the ghost again, you listen to me, cut the plane of that stone a little more, the angle is a little smaller, your workmanship is too rough!"

"Then you come! You should carve stones so easily, how can you master it so well!"

"Aren't you a god? You can't handle such a trivial matter! I'll come, I'll come, wait, I'll fetch the guy!"

"What's wrong with the immortals? The immortals don't know everything!"

......

There is no mistake