Long Fei quickly sent a trade application, but Ming Jian only agreed to two applications, and he still wanted to buy something.

A picture of a golden rooster sold for 30,000 taels of silver, and another picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix sold for 80,000 taels of silver.

Long Fei continued to apply, but Ming Jian left him a message asking him to order again tomorrow, and today's number of times has arrived.

After having 161,000 taels of silver, Ming Jian began to send his latest saber into the system arsenal and asked for processing.

The system prompted: "Host, it takes 1000 wealth points to process this saber, and it will be forged with pure carbon steel during the processing process, and the forging time will be ten minutes!" Do you want to process it right away? ”

Ming Jian was overjoyed, and a pure carbon steel saber came out in ten minutes, which is a sharp weapon for sharpening iron like clay!

"Processing!"

As soon as Ming Jian's voice fell, the system arsenal had already begun to move, and I saw that the saber was quickly dissolved, and then after a series of dazzling operations, a saber with a cold light left the factory!

"The processing is completed, 1000 wealth value is deducted, and the item has been stored in the system warehouse, please check it in time!"

The system prompts.

Ming Jian couldn't wait to take out the saber, and after a closer look, the shape of the saber has not changed, but the essence of the saber has changed!

Gripping the knife tightly, Ming Jian walked outside and slashed down at a piece of granite with all his strength!

With a 'click', the granite was split in half, and the incision was smooth and clean.

Ming Jian looked at the blade again, there was no roll, and he couldn't help laughing: "With such a sharp weapon, can the Jin people still resist it?" With this weapon, the whole world will crawl at my feet! ”

"The system, the arsenal is capable of mass production? Are there any restrictions? Ming Jian asked.

The system said: "I'm sorry host, the arsenal can only accept ten orders a day at the moment, and the host has already completed one order, and there are still nine units to complete." There is no cumulative authority for the number of orders, and if they are not completed on the same day, they will be automatically invalidated. ”

"Damn, so dragged?" Ming Jian couldn't help but burst into foul language, ten orders a day, how many times a year? It seems that the hope of directly equipping the entire Song army with the arsenal is a bit hanging!

"The host misunderstood, although the arsenal only accepts ten orders per day, the number of each order can reach a thousand. Please note that after the arsenal is generated, the host cannot trade weapons in the system space trading platform, all weapons will enter and exit from the system arsenal, and if the host forcibly buys them, they will also be absorbed by the arsenal, and the host will be responsible for the losses caused by the time. ”

The system then prompted.

"So, then the purchase of thermal weapons will also be absorbed?" Ming Jian asked.

"That's right, the thermal weapon will be melted away at that time, and the host will not be able to get the thermal weapon." The system prompts.

Ming Jian secretly thought that if he wanted to buy a hot weapon, it seemed impossible, so he could only make it himself in reality. But now the scientific and technological level of the Great Song Dynasty, can it be created? Even lead bullet has made a lot of non-compliant ones, how can you find a way?

"Can the arsenal make lathes, punches, and milling machines?" Ming Jian asked again.

"The arsenal only makes weapons, not the tools that the host says." The system says.

Ming Jian is dead now.

Technology is your own dead end!

Forget it, without thermal weapons, these advanced cold weapons are not just as capable of dominating? Perhaps, it's just a little slower in time!

Ming Jian then summoned Zhao Yun and ordered him to collect the weapons of the entire palace guards.

Even kitchen knives in the kitchen, Ming Jian let me bring them.

Although Zhao Yun was strange in his heart, he also went to collect it very neatly, collecting a total of 25,000 iron weapons, Ming Jian then asked Zhao Yun to retreat, conjuring up so many weapons in front of him, Ming Jian was worried about scaring him.

After Zhao Yun went out, Ming Jian immediately selected nine thousand Pu knives from them and sent them to the system arsenal, one thousand at a time, nine thousand at a time.

In infantry combat, the Pu knife was the most used, and the Song Dynasty began to use it in large quantities, and there were several types. Equipped with a long handle, the length reaches one meter two, which can be called a simple knife. These Pu knives were built by Ming Jian's personal order, there were no corners, and the texture of the steel was also good, but now that there was a system arsenal, Ming Jian felt that he had done useless work before.

Ten minutes later, nine thousand new swords came out! The wealth value was deducted by one thousand at a time, which made Ming Jian feel that he was just forging a saber for the first time, and he was a very loser.

These knives are all made of pure carbon steel, and each one is a sharp blade that sharpens iron like clay and makes a decisive decision. After trying one, Ming Jian's heart was already sure that after equipping the Song Army on a large scale, his combat effectiveness would at least double!

Calling Zhao Yun in again, Ming Jian said: "I dreamed of Taizu last night, and I got a magical power, that is, I can forge a divine weapon!" Aiqing can take down these divine weapons given by Taizu and distribute them to the guards. ”

"Huh? This, this, this? That's great! ”

Zhao Yun grabbed a Pu knife and couldn't help but scream out in frustration.

"Official, with these divine soldiers, we have a better chance of winning the battle with the Jin people!"

Ming Jian smiled: "That's natural, these divine soldiers are sharpened like clay, after you go down, you have to warn everyone, people are in the weapon, people are dead and weapons are dead, you must take the divine soldier as your own lifeblood to love, if you lose it, immediately behead this person!" ”

Although Ming Jian's move is suspected of being a tyrant, such a good weapon, once it flows into the hands of the Jin people, it will not be good, and it is the most effective way to control it by strong means.

Although the hearts of the Great Song Dynasty are stable now, who can guarantee that no one has a black heart? Such a divine soldier is sold for tens of thousands of taels of silver.

Zhao Yun immediately said: "Please rest assured, the ministers will definitely not let the divine soldiers flow outside!" ”

Zhao Yun led people to bring down the magic weapons, and the first equipment was naturally the Praetorian Guard, and now the number of the Praetorian Guard is 3,000 people, and Zhao Yun sent it down with a simple knife.

"My lord, where did this Pu Dao come from? Looks very sharp, huh? One of the Praetorian Guards asked.

Zhao Yun smiled: "Why do you ask so much? Hold, with such a simple knife, the safety of the official family and the entire Bianjing City is much safer, I can tell you, this knife is sent down, that is your life, you have to protect it well, the official family has a purpose, the person is in the knife, the person is dead, the knife is dead, if anyone loses it or sells it, be careful of his head! ”

"Don't worry, my lord, we will definitely be the same as such a good knife, and it won't fall off!"

......

Zongfu, Ming Jian's will was soon transmitted to Zongfu by Zheng Guang.

"The Divine Decree has arrived!"

This will made the whole clan feel the emperor's grace, and he was posthumously crowned as the king after his death, which is also a supreme honor.

"Chen Zongfang, thank you for your father!"

The sect knelt down and received the decree.

Zheng Guang said again: "General Zong, the official family has something to bring to you, let you hold a funeral for the elder Zong, and after three years of filial piety, you will serve the imperial court." ”

Zongfang said, "The minister obeys the order. ”

Zong Ze's funeral was very heavy, not only the court officials participated, but Ming Jian also personally participated, and three days later, Zong Ze was buried.

However, at the time of the burial, Ming Jian personally carried the coffin, which shocked all the officials.

The emperor carried the coffin of the minister, which is rare since ancient times, and the action of the Ming Sword made the minds of the officials completely conquered.

In fact, Ming Jian was completely thinking that Zong Ze had given everything for the Great Song Dynasty at this time, and as an emperor, he should give him a ride.

At this time, it was not meant to be a show.

Zong Ze's cemetery is by the Yellow River, a hundred miles away from Bianjing City, so this road is still not close.

After lifting it for a while, the pole of the Ming Sword was picked up.

"Official, in the crowd of funerals, the ministers found some Hu people, be careful." Zhao Yun suddenly approached Ming Jian and said in a low voice.