93. Lei Qinggang (ten)

"Isn't this Changxi's thing?" Nu Ying said curiously as she looked at the red jade Sumeru seat that Shi Yuanji was sitting underneath her. "How did you get this thing? Chang Xi, hehe, wasn't she martyred when Xuan Ming killed her husband, Pangu? Why is there still her breath on it?"

"Did you kill Pangu?Is Pangu the master of Pangu Heaven?" Shi Yuanji thought of some myths and wanted to get verification from Nuying's mouth.

"No, it was Xuan Ming who killed it, not me. Nuying looked up at the sky, as if she had thought of something important.

"How did Xuan Ming kill Pangu, can you tell me?"

"Husband wants to know, but you don't give people any benefits, why should people tell you?" said with a smile, making Shi Yuanji's face even redder.

"Who...... Who is your husband? Don't talk nonsense!"

"I said you are you!" Nuying pinched Shi Yuanji's face and said angrily. "Now I'm walking around Pangutian, and when I've had enough of wandering, I'll come to Feng Ho to find you, and you don't want to escape from my palm. ”

After that, Nuying gave Shi Yuanji a heavy kiss, and he felt that he was about to suffocate.

"Can I move?" For a moment, Shi Yuanji felt his body regain his freedom. He jumped down from the Sumeru seat in a panic and probed the doors and windows of the room.

"It's not loose, which means it's a dream. Yes, it was a dream. ”

Shi Yuanji knew in his heart that this was just self-deception. Nuying's kiss, that soft and soft feeling, is still on his lips, which can't be faked.

He hurried to the basin and washed his lips, he didn't want to let others see the red kiss marks on his lips early tomorrow morning.

"Xuan Ming killed Pangu?"

He opened the book "The Great War of the Ancients" left by Misida, looking for the legend of Pangu.

This book is dictated by Xuan Ming and written by Fusang. The first sentence of the Great War of the Ancients, so reads.

Xuan Ming won't say another creation myth, Shi Yuanji sneered.

"At the beginning of Taixu, it was just a small point composed of Taisu, and my sister and I guarded Taixu. But I felt that the universe was empty and boring, so I created Xi and ...... with my sister."

As expected, the creation myth that Xuan Ming and Mi Sida said is a completely unverifiable story. Shi Yuanji adhered to the method of cutting and no longer paid attention to this unprovable myth. Instead, he looked for the cause of Pangu's death at a glance, and finally gained something.

“...... My stupid sister finally understood my plan, so she wanted to destroy all the gods of light and the unknown gods, and return the void to the state of oneness. I fought with her because of this, and it affected the whole Taixu. Xihe and the gods resisted together, but they still suffered heavy losses, and more than half of the gods were killed and wounded, including the Pangu ...... where I live."

Why did it become a battle that affected Pangu again? Don't you gods ever tell the truth?" Shi Yuanji scolded.

......

Dugulong paced anxiously in the room, sighing.

"What did Gui Yihu say?" he looked at the calm Dugu Xin and said a little angrily. "My nephew, how come you are like a nobody? Your Majesty is in trouble, and you are the first to suffer. ”

"Uncle, no matter how anxious you are, it won't help. Duguxin lit the delicate clay stove and brewed spring tea leisurely.

"Gui Yihu said that he would contact King Yan and at the same time ask us to build momentum in the court and prepare for the maintenance of the old law. ”

Dugu Long's face tightened, and he asked incredulously: "Prepare, what to prepare, he also contacted King Yan, is he going to prepare for a rebellion?"

"Our plan is just to overthrow Hu Dan, the biggest royalist, hold the emperor hostage, and support Gui Yihu. What did he do when he contacted King Yan, he really didn't want to die?"

Dugu Xin looked at the anxious Dugu Long and felt deep regret. In the face of His Majesty's threat, Gui Yihu was able to advance and retreat with a good basis, but Dugu Long was already out of proportion.

In the face of the vastly different performances of the two elders, Dugu was worried in his confidence, could it be that the Eight Pillars National Clan was really going to be destroyed in this generation?

"Uncle, you have to prepare for the worst. He said sincerely.

"What's the worst plan? you really want to fight!" Dugu Long's eyes widened and he looked at Dugu Xin in horror.

Duguxin put down the teacup and rubbed his temples.

"Uncle, is it that the long-term life of Zhong Ming Ding has made your spirit wear off? Hu Dan is in charge of the Royal Forest Army, and Hu Fashun is in charge of the Flame Army, and they are not good at their generation. ”

"If you want to bring down Hu Dan, you have to separate the relationship between His Majesty and him, which is not a simple matter. If nothing else, uncle, can you control the Guards and the Flames?"

Dugulong's face became gloomy, and he lowered his head in contemplation.

Seeing that his uncle was no longer talking, Dugu Xin said his plan: "Uncle, our family is the largest branch in the Eight Pillars Kingdom, and it is also the one that occupies the best land in Hanoi. We need to show our strength so that Your Majesty does not dare to do it. ”

"How can the strength be displayed? Isn't it possible to fight a battle?" Dugulong raised his head and asked anxiously.

Looking at Dugu Long's timid appearance, the corners of Dugu Xin's mouth twitched obviously, but he immediately took a deep breath and tried to calm his emotions.

"Our family's Mingguang armor can be presented to the emperor in the name of tribute, including methods and craftsmen. Then, with the righteousness of being loyal to the royal family, you will let the Mingguang armor popularize the Imperial Forest. ”

"Isn't this a knife for them? If we do fight, we will suffer. Dugu Long's expression was serious, and he almost screamed.

A grim smile appeared on Dugu Xin's face: "Uncle, the secret of Mingguang armor lies in steel, and the craftsman who mastered the formula of steel has long been thrown into Chishui. Now this recipe is only known to us Dugu family. ”

"We can give Your Majesty a piece of Mingguang armor made of ordinary steel, anyway, the armor covering of Mingguang armor is also an excellent technique. As long as Your Majesty knows this, you will not easily make a move with the Dugu family, and we will have time to separate Hu Dan and Your Majesty. ”

"Yes, you're right. Dugulong suddenly realized and patted his thigh happily. "I'm going to write a letter and ask the head of the house to do it. ”

"Uncle, wait. Dugu Xin stopped the excited Dugu Long. "In the court, you contacted a few courtiers to fight against Hu Dan?"

Dugu Long swore and said, "Many, most of the people of the Eight Pillars National Clan are on our side. ”

"Mostly, there are people against us, who?"

"Don't talk about others, Dugu Zhe, who is degraded from the outside, is one. He also wrote that the entrance examination of Chengyun Pavilion must be treated equally, and the family and Buyi must take the exam together. ”

Dugu Xin stood up and paced, his expression gradually grim. "Dugu Zhe, if his father hadn't been admitted to the Chengyun Pavilion that year, their branch would have been converted a long time ago, how can he still have the qualifications to be surnamed Dugu? ”

"Okay, you Dugu Zhe, shameless scumbag, and the branch still wants to make the sect branch rebel? I'm just trying to find someone to start with, count your son unlucky! I want to see, what skills do you mud legs have, and you can still turn the sky upside down?"

Duguxin's uncle and nephew discussed a few more words, agreed on the plan, and began to do their own things.

Since solving the steel problem of the combustion pump, Shi Yuanji's life has become regular.

According to the rules of Chengyun Hall, every ten days is ten days. According to the order, they are metal, wood, water, fire, earth, sun, moon, mountain, river, wind, and the golden day is resting, and the rest of the time has subject arrangements.

Shi Yuanji attended classes on time, and usually served as the keeper of Tibetan history, studying and living with his senior brothers, but he was also at ease.

On this day, Hu Fashun was invited to the basement of the Shouzang Pavilion and saw the newly developed combustion pump.

Due to the application of Lei Qinggang, the new combustion pump re-selected the design of Dugu Ming. Under Yuan Rang's skillful hands, the sturdy silver-white shell of the new combustion pump was full of power, and the dragon patterns exuded a soft and dignified light, running steadily.

As a mid-level master of the Ember Sect, he could see the power of the new burning pump at a glance, and he couldn't help but be amazed.

"At least fifty-two baht of mana output in a quarter of an hour, that's good!"

But when Yuan Rang offered to sell him the combustion pump technology at one time, he was stunned on the spot.

"Why?" Hu Fashun didn't understand what the three people in front of him were doing at all. "Do you think the dividends are not generous enough? This burning pump is to be bought for the army, and it is supported by His Majesty. ”

"In this way, we can re-sign the paperwork. How about the three of you take 60% for each combustion pump, and my Olympic equipment factory only takes 40%?"

Dugu Ming and Shi Yuanji were indifferent, and Yuan Rang hesitated slightly, but finally refused. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hu, we just want to sell you this combustion pump technology, we don't care about anything else. ”

It's unreasonable, Hu Fashun scolded angrily in his heart.

He didn't understand that his Olympic Equipment Factory was famous far and wide, and many students of the Spirit Weapon Department and the Mathematics Department would come to him as apprentices after graduation. But now that he has given such a high dividend, he can't even retain talents.

He really wanted to be biao and teach this gang of people who didn't know what to do, but when he thought of the murderous eyes of **, he had to choose to back down.

"Five thousand taels of silver! Now let's draw up the paperwork." After tearing his face, Hu Fashun's face turned hideous, and his tone became arrogant.

Shi Yuanji took out the documents that had been prepared a long time ago and put them in front of Hu Fashun, and at the same time, he was still mixed with the new magic medicine recipe.

"You ......"

"I also sell this new magic medicine formula directly, just like the second senior brother. Shi Yuanji said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll put up with it. I took your magic medicine formula, two hundred taels of silver, and all the contracts signed before were canceled. Hu Fashun angrily took out the silver ticket, counted the number and threw it on the table, signed it, and left without looking back.