The world is bustling, and all interests are at the forefront.

If it was before, the Sword Forging Demon Village and Pingchang City would still be safe.

After all, the villa sells rough copper embryos, and the majority of the profits from the real magic weapons are still in the hands of the major families in the city.

The other party is a smelting coolie at best.

But now the other party, the other party actually pulled up its own forging workshop, slowly reduced the supply of copper rough embryos, and directly sold finished magic weapons.

Who can stand this?

I also made a drawing card.

The old shopkeeper said:

"As the largest production capacity of the French copper mine outside our city, it is the most important thing not to sell rough embryos of magic weapons!"

"What will happen to the magic weapons in our city in the future? With a shrinking production capacity of sixty percent, most of the forging masters will not be able to forge and will be unemployed, and if they want to forge, they will have to get French copper from farther away, which is unacceptable to the big guys."

"Weapons are the key point of a city of monks!"

The old shopkeeper sighed.

It's not just a matter of weapons, what would the blacksmiths in the city do if they didn't have copper?

They may leave the city and choose a place that will allow them to play their value.

It's a brain drain and shrinking capacity.

In the end, Pyeongchang City may change from a magic weapon export city to a magic weapon import city, and it can only rely on people's breath, and the chain effect is too great.

Even.

These blacksmiths may also choose to take refuge in the Magic Village in the mountains.

That's right, it's to take refuge in the magic village.

Don't underestimate the stubborn forgers, who work in front of the furnace all year round, with a temper as hot as the furnace and a stubborn personality as iron.

Wherever you can forge, you can go.

The blacksmiths rebelled en masse, which was unacceptable to all the families of Pyeongchang City.

"This is the forging industry that has stuck in Pyeongchang City! Kill them!" The old shopkeeper said that his tone was very unkind, and his tone was a little hot, but more of a fear.

Zhang Huaping said, "Can the demon cultivators in the villa not know that they are dying? They knew better than anyone else, and they knew that after the Red Queen, the families in the city might enter the mountain again, in a hundred years

You moved someone's cake.

People are fighting with you, it's as simple as that.

The old shopkeeper sighed: "Demon Cultivator, I should come to the city to attack in the near future, we are going to be in chaos here."

The sword fairy watched silently.

This is the beginning of the plot.

The conflict between the city and our lodge explains the origin.

This next plot is very obvious: siege warfare!

The mysterious contemporary owner of our mountain villa wants to take action and cut them down in person!

Of course it's not positive, it's impossible for one family to resist the entire city.

The huge families in the city are very bloated and hostile to each other, and they secretly attack each other one by one.

It's a pity, it's night, ordinary players are offline to sleep, and only I, a second-turn player, can still move as usual.

Otherwise, you can secretly use the drawing cards to contact them for live broadcast.

The old shopkeeper thought about it and sorted out the sundries on the shelf: "Just don't hurt the pond fish."

Zhang Huaping nodded, and also sighed that the wind and rain were coming: "No, the great monks in the city want to be famous, and they will not attack us irrelevant merchants, and the demon cultivators of the mountain villa also want us to be a bridge."

Now that the fairy road is prevalent, the world of scholars, everyone pays attention to a famous teacher.

It's all about rules!

Otherwise, everyone will look down on you.

In this world, the righteous father is the real righteous father, and the master is also the true master.

If you are born rebellious, you will be scolded by everyone, no one will accept you, believe in you, reputation is very important.

Moreover, after the serious monks who bloomed the three flowers and knew that I was me, they basically knew that they were a scholar who abided by the etiquette and law, and no matter how bad they were, most of them were ordinary people with no ambitions.

What do you mean by ordinary people?

A member of all living beings, not black and white, can do good deeds, too

You can fight for resources and plot out.

But after all, it has its own bottom line.

If you break through the bottom line and become a pure perverted villain, not knowing who you are, and your Dao heart is broken, then you will go mad.

So.

Ordinary people and scholars have scruples.

Only those demon cultivators, born with bad seeds, secretly knew that they were a bad person who did all kinds of evil when they bloomed three flowers.

Whatever bad things they do, their hearts will not collapse.

Therefore, demon cultivation is the most disgusting and the most unruly!

Thus.

In this world, the popularization of cultivation and reading, the construction of various private schools, schools, and the teaching of how to behave from an early age are also to keep the world from falling into chaos.

Reading books to know good and evil, when the three flowers bloom, reduce the generation of demon cultivation.

The old shopkeeper said: "The demon cultivators on the villa are also too perverted, I don't know what education they have received since childhood, and they only know that they are so twisted when they bloom three flowers."

Zhang Huaping's expression was solemn: "Their education is very suitable for demon cultivation, and it is estimated that all the demon cultivators next door may go to learn from them, learn from them, and use them to cultivate their own demon cultivation offspring."

Sword Fairy: ""

They misunderstood us too deeply.

What kind of demonic education do we receive?

It's obviously nine years of compulsory education!

It's just a group of our sunny and lovely students.

The old shopkeeper sighed and chatted a lot with Zhang Huaping, and finally, Zhang Huaping sent the sword fairy back to the Red Mansion.

Red Mansion.

The Sword Fairy is still in the internship period, but she walks the streets and alleys in the boudoir in the Red Mansion, flirting with sisters everywhere, and also knows a few good sisters next door.

It's just that she doesn't have any guests.

But this time she came back, and she ushered in life

This is a young man wearing a grimace mask, holding a folding fan, followed by two scholars, waiting silently at the door, standing upright and elegant.

The sword fairy returned to the boudoir and opened the door, took a look, and said, "Why are you wearing a mask?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "It's inconvenient to show up."

The sword fairy opened the door and invited the other party to sit down.

The young man smiled and said, "You can call me a ghost spectrum, dare to ask your Excellency what kind of talent you have?"

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll show you a flower shaker."

The sword fairy performed a flower shaker for him on the spot, then sang a few love songs, picked up the guitar she made and played a few hands.

The young man of the ghost spectrum was also curious, and it was very interesting.

It's just that the technology is very average, and if you are proficient in it, you will definitely have a different taste.

"What did you come to me for?" The medicine fairy asked.

Ghost Pu was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke, "I heard, you hate the demon cultivators in the villa."

The sword fairy knew what was going on at once.

No wonder I came to her, I still know what level I have.

That is, KTV Maiba, a little stronger than ordinary people, if it was really versatile, it would have started a live broadcast to make money.

So she is a wild girl among these ladies who have known well since childhood, and she will not have any guests at all.

It turned out that he had to use his identity to do things.

But I was cramped and pulled out of my bones, and I hated the villa and ran out, that was all needed by the plot!

This big fish is hooked?

"What do you want me to do, what can you give me?" The sword fairy said lightly.

Seeing that the other party was straight to the point, the ghost spectrum did not hide, "I need you to cooperate with me to do one thing, of course, I can meet your requirements."

Ember is an obsession with life.

Forcing them not to.

It is easiest to cooperate when trading as a living person.

The Sword Fairy looked at him intently, "I want a group of blacksmiths to help me build an Iron Man, can you do it?"

The ghost spectrum was stunned, slowly

"I don't know what it is, but I can get a group of blacksmiths to forge it according to your requirements."

The sword fairy smiled, "Then let's tell me what to do for you."

"We're going to use your blood to get rid of the flower traits." Oni Pu spoke, "Help us disguise ourselves as demon cultivators in the mountain villa to attack some people and do something in the city."

The sword fairy's smile narrowed slightly: "Did the Jiao family tell you?"

After all, she came here quietly, and only Zhang Huaping and the Jiao family knew that she had this magical power.

Even the old shopkeeper didn't know that she had blood and flowers.

Because the Blood Separation Flower is an extremely precious heirloom spiritual root, the number is scarce, and even in the Demon Cultivation Family, only those few heirs have it.

No one thinks that the Sword Fairy is a disciple of the Demon Cultivator, after all, she was tortured and killed by such a cramp and bone, this must be a poor side branch who is not welcomed.

"It was him." Oni Po said.

The sword fairy knew that the Jiao family still couldn't help but enter the game.

didn't listen to Jiao Wuyu's advice when he left before.

"I see." The sword fairy said, "What the hell is going on? What is there to blame for the lodge?"

"Your weapon is not qualified, dismantle it."

The ghost spectrum took out a sword with a high-grade magic weapon, which is the treasure of the town clan only in the top big families:

"Your ember bubbles, absorbing this sword and attaching to it, will make you terrifyingly powerful."

When the sword fairy saw this scene, she had already sensed that she was involved in the whirlpool, and said, "It seems that I can't see Zhang Huaping again, I'll leave her a letter to report her safety."

"No problem." Ghost Spectrum nodded, "You yourself have discovered that you are not suitable for the Red Mansion, and you can get a lot of things you want when you come to me."

This night, the city of Pyeongchang was not peaceful.

In one area, in the Zhangjia area, one of the three major families of Pyeongchang City, the roar of anger continued, and the whole land suddenly became tense, and a large number of monks died silently.

"The traces of this corpse are blood and flowers!" A powerful monk came from the sky, looking at the lump of flesh with a gloomy face.

"Those demons are so bold! It's already infiltrating and attacking our city."

"Damn! At this time, the adults in the family."

"Come prepared!" "We have female backbones inside!" "It's a demon cultivator in the villa outside the city!" "Damn!"

After waking up that night, many monks saw the tragic situation in this family.

Although they urgently contacted the Three-Yuan Realm cultivator who was suppressing the Ancestor in the city wall area, it was a pity that the other party evacuated after returning.

The earth was stained with blood, countless clansmen melted into blood, and many of the younger generation of Five Body Realm and Four Visceral Realm cultivators had faults.

This caused the entire Zhang family to suffer a heavy blow.

It doesn't matter if the resources are robbed, but there is a fault, a certain generation will not be able to receive it, and there will be no three-element realm monk in the future, but it will be destroyed.

"The bandits in the mountain villa have entered the city and robbed them."

The sword fairy was in a trance for a while, and felt that the readers in this world were so bad that they were bleeding pus:

"But who are the real bandits?"

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