"Less than a year after getting started, at the age of nineteen, I created a top-grade famous weapon-level inner armor, this, this talent ......"

Inside the tent, Long Sheng couldn't hide the surprise in his heart.

He is one of the six major families in Fucheng, with a huge fortune, and he is a contemporary true heir, and he has a very good relationship with the young valley master.

But now, it's just a high-grade weapon, and it's not his best stick soldier, but a sword.

Inner armor is rarer and more difficult to craft than a long stick.

"Could it be that after more than seven hundred years in my Divine Soldier Valley, there is another Divine Craftsman?"

Long Sheng's heart was shocked, and he immediately looked at Shi Hong, and his heart was a little abrupt.

No wonder he regarded this news as more important than the opening of the Sanyuanwu army, this is a god craftsman......

"I heard that he was silent and iron, and I felt sorry in my heart, feeling that he wasted the good bones of that body."

Shi Hong threw the raft into the furnace and watched the ashes drift away: "Unexpectedly, there was actually a 'surprise'." ”

"I thought he was obsessed with striking iron, and it would be difficult to delay the practice of martial arts, but who would have thought that he still had such a talent."

Long Sheng's heart was quite shaken.

This news is really extraordinary, and it is enough to affect the attitude of the family, the elders, and even the valley master.

A divine craftsman, even in the Huailong Palace, and even in the Dragon and Tiger Temple, can become a guest of honor, and is sought after by countless strongmen and masters.

"If he becomes a divine craftsman, then it may not be impossible for my Divine Soldier Valley to replace Huailong Palace!"

The more Long Sheng thought about it, the more he felt that it was very possible, he remembered that even those Divine Craftsman Ancestors more than seven hundred years ago did not have such talents.

"His talent is really good, too good."

Shi Hong muttered to himself, his fingers clutching his helmet white.

He has been running around for several months, killing the two true legends of Qianjun Cave, and his exploits of narrowly rescuing his life several times, but I am afraid that they are far less than Li Yuan's performance of this high-grade famous weapon.

What's more......

"If you can't be angry, you can't become a craftsman."

Shi Hong lowered his eyelids, looking at the burning candle flame, and his mood couldn't calm down for a long time.

The Valley of Divine Soldiers has been in decline for many years, and the only complete mastery is the 'Five Soldiers and Five Colors Spirit Void'......

"Senior brother, you?"

Long Sheng turned around, he noticed that Shi Hong's interest didn't seem to be high, could he be mistaken?

But if the sect can give birth to a divine craftsman, no matter how you think about it, it will be a great thing......

"It's fine."

Shi Hong waved his hand, sent off the guest, and lay down against the stove:

"I'm tired."

"Senior brother, it's good to rest."

Long Sheng's heart sank, and he left.

"Divine craftsman's assets, such people."

Snowflakes were flying in the night wind, and tents were connected together, Long Sheng speculated in his heart about Shi Hong's thoughts, and he couldn't understand them for a while.

But......

"O Divine Craftsman."

Long Sheng's eyes flickered, and after slowly leaving this place, he quickened his pace, turned around, and went to the tent of the commander of the Jiazi Battalion, 'Long Yin'.

Of the three major battalions of the Divine Guard, the Jiazi Battalion is the most elite, and the commander is his eldest uncle......

Whew~

When the night wind was howling, Shi Hong stood outside the tent, looking at Long Sheng's turned-back, only to feel that tonight was extraordinarily cold, which made him shiver a little:

"Divine craftsman, divine craftsman......"

……

……

Boom!

Boom!

Fireworks explode in the night sky.

There are still ten days before the end of the year, and the city of Yulongfu is already quite lively, and at night, all kinds of fireworks are connected into one, which is very beautiful.

"It's still good in town."

On the third floor of Linjiang Pavilion, Li Yuan sat by the window, holding a braised chicken leg in his hand, feeling the voices of the people around him and the aroma of various wine and meat.

It's only been a few months, but he has a feeling of being in a different world.

"Fucheng is naturally good, just a fireworks, I can't see it in Gaoliu County for a lifetime."

Wang Peiyao held on to the railing, watched intently, and clapped her hands and exclaimed when fireworks bloomed.

She has also been hiding for a long time, and if it weren't for the sect's summoning order, she would still want to hide.

Both of them were watching the fireworks, but Liu Zheng on the side was not in this mood, holding a wine glass and worrying.

After a long time, he still couldn't hold back: "Brother Li, the little brother will give you more than 100 catties!" ”

Hearing him speak, Wang Peiyao also remembered the matter: "There is also a hundred catties of the little girl, Li Ye has to take care of it." ”

After the news of the opening of the Sanyuanwu army spread, the inner and outer gates of the Divine Soldier Valley, and even the miscellaneous disciples, all received the summoning order.

But anyone who has cultivated internal strength, regardless of age, whether old or weak, must join the Divine Guard, and those who have not cultivated internal strength must also be incorporated into the city guard to patrol the city.

Li Yuan nodded and clinked glasses with the two:

"Put down the business of the forging shop first, and when Senior Brother Yue and Senior Brother Wu come, go up the mountain with me, I have a large number of weapons to build next, and I am about to use people."

During this time, as Duanmusheng issued a summoning order from the sect, many people from the inner and outer gates found him, and they would rather be a maid than go to the Divine Guard.

Li Yuan was so annoyed that he avoided it by going down the mountain with Jing Shuhu to buy, and by the way, he also had to pick up Liu Zheng and Wang Peiyao up the mountain.

"Thank you Brother Li (Li Ye)!"

Wang Peiyao and the two hurriedly raised their glasses, and they were relieved.

Although they have been learning martial arts for some years, they have not fought with people a few times, and the name of the sect war is so big, they are almost scared to death.

"Don't forget each other!"

Li Yuan smiled, both left and right needed people, so he naturally did not avoid relatives, which was also within the scope of the door rules.

Even people who are not far from relatives and friends to take care of them, how much affection can they have for the sect?

It is also because of this door rule that the factions in the Valley of the Divine Soldiers are now intertwined, dense, and no one can figure it out.

In the midst of the staggering, the lives of several people gradually disappeared, and the atmosphere became more and more lively.

During the banquet, Liu Zheng reported on the accounts of the forging soldiers for most of the past six months, as well as the income from Li Yuan's shops, acres, mines, etc.

The treatment given to the true disciples of the Divine Soldier Valley is excellent, and there is at least a thousand taels of silver for a year when they sit.

If you take care of it, it won't be a problem to triple it.

Liu Zheng did his best, and after deducting expenses, Li Yuan got two thousand four hundred taels of silver.

Wang Peiyao took out the information she had secretly collected, mainly about the big and small things in the city, as well as everything in the outer gate.

"By the way, some time ago, Mennai had a lot of complaints about your move to Chirong Cave, well."

Wang Peiyao's wording was very tactful, and Liu Zheng's expression couldn't help but be a little strange.

What is a micro-word?

During that time, the inner and outer disciples were assassinated one after another, and Li Yuan was not only protected, but also hid in the Valley of the Soldiers.

When the news spread, it once caused an uproar at the inner and outer doors, and many people ridiculed and angrily accused him of being the true story.

"Shame on the true biography?"

Li Yuan put down the wine glass, he naturally heard it.

"Ahem, Brother Li doesn't care, when you hit the top-grade famous weapon, it also caused a sensation."

Liu Zheng said, as if he was in a dream.

That's a top-notch device.

There has never been anything of this level in the history of Takayanagi Prefecture!

How long has it been?

"Now, many people in the valley and the city think that you have the qualifications of a god craftsman, and some even say that you should be the young valley master."

Boy?

Li Yuan was a little speechless, Lao Lei played so simple and rude?

"By the way, the first person to talk about it was a disciple of Elder Sun of the Divine Weapon Pavilion."

Wang Peiyao lowered her voice.

"Elder Sun?"

Thinking of what he saw in the stronghold of the Star Picking Building, about Sun Zan's bounty, Li Yuan squinted slightly:

"Where did you hear that?"

"I also heard this from a miscellaneous disciple, and it is said that I heard it by accident."

Wang Peiyao replied.

"Is that so?"

Li Yuan nodded, did not delve into it, but looked out of the door, and after a while, Yue Yunjin and Wu Ming came in a hurry.

Although Li Yuan ate one meal, he didn't care about eating another meal.

After entertaining a few people, he instructed a few people to take a carriage back to the mountain, and he waited for Jing Shuhu under the protection of Jin and others.

Waiting, until late at night, Li Yuan looked at the darkened city and looked at the brightest place in the city:

"This old man, shouldn't he go to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion?"

……

……

The Baihua Pavilion at night is brightly lit, and before the end of the year, business is much better than usual, and the upper and lower floors are almost full.

The rich aroma of fat powder can be smelled across the street, and the sound of playing the piano and blowing the flute is endless.

"Humph! Decadent music! ”

In the private room on the sixth floor of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, Jing Shuhu glanced at a few enchanting girls dancing behind the gauze tent, and snorted coldly.

He has no two colors in his life, and he has not lost his pure yang so far.

"Alright, let's go down."

Jing Shuhu waved his hand, so that the few women waiting on the side were slightly stunned, and then retreated respectfully.

"Are you so sure the old man will come tonight?"

At a certain moment, a slow sound came from outside the window, and Wan Chuan's figure suddenly came and sat opposite.

"If you don't come, it's just a matter of spending a few taels of silver, what's it?"

Jing Shuhu dropped his glass heavily, and his face was not good: "Leave openly, stay secretly, it is really your consistent style!" ”

"Huh."

Wan Chuanpi didn't smile, he didn't bother to argue with him, and took out a letter from his bosom:

"The information you want."

"So fast?"

Jing Shuhu was a little stunned, but he took the letterhead but didn't rush to open it.

"The old man's connections are not what you can imagine? Feng Mantian, the owner of Yunshu Building, wanted to meet the old man many times but couldn't. ”

Wan Chuan was quite proud, thinking that back then, when he came with his master, the means of casting troops were not as good as Jing Shuhu.

"Divine craftsman."

Jing Shuhu was silent, a little stunned.

Seeing him behaving like this, Wan Chuan also restrained his lust: "Speaking of which, what do you valley masters have to rely on to dare to take the initiative to provoke a sect war?" ”

"The three major sects are eyeing each other, and the Cult of the Evil God is secretly watching, which is the initiative, it is clearly a last resort."

Jing Shuhu sighed.

"You also missed the Zhenwu Hall."

Wan Chuan added: "As far as the old man knows, Meng Zhan, the master of the Martial Hall of Yulong Town, seems to have intentionally released Su Wanxiong and his horse......"

"The Imperial Court?"

Jing Shuhu frowned, thinking of the new mansion lord Wang Zhaozhi.

"Okay, the old man is done with what he should have returned."

Wan Chuan only drank a glass of wine, without waving his hand, and disappeared into the private room.

"Craftsman ......"

Jing Shuhu suppressed the envy in his heart, opened the letter raft, and corresponded to what he knew one by one.

"Zhenwutang and the Cult of the Evil God ......"

Jing Shuhu muttered to himself in his heart, and couldn't help but reach into his arms and take out an iron mask with a cat's face.