Fengyulou is a clear plan, the stall is bright, the so-called Jiang Ziya fishing, the willing person takes the bait, so in addition to cultivating the talents he wants, Fengyulou also has a good reputation, and this wrist is amazing.

In addition to the fact that he organized a considerable scale of animal trapping teams in the 100,000 mountains and the land of the Southern Barbarians, Fengyulou also relied on his strong financial resources to buy everywhere, so as long as the silver was given, the source of the beast meat was not a problem.

Of course, the place where you can eat the meat of the beast as a dish in the world, in addition to the wind and rain building, there are other places, but most of them are just private enjoyment of the high gate lords, without a certain status, that is simply untouchable, on the other hand, although the price of the wind and rain building is expensive, but you can eat it if you give money, so no one blames the wind and rain building for asking too high. It's a profiteer.

Just when Cui Jin and Luo Fengyu were about to let the juniors have a duel to decide Yan Tianhan's final whereabouts, in the Divine Soldier Pavilion of Changlin County, an elderly man in ragged clothes was in front of two richly dressed stewards, and he reported the names of a bunch of materials without humility or arrogance........ Three taels of purple gold, two coins of ambergris, two hind leg bones of an adult thunder beast, to be concocted, come to two swordsmiths to give me a hand, you must be able to cast swords independently, and the refining furnace must use my ..... Besides, I'm going to..."

"That's enough! Cen Xingsheng! What kind of identity do you think you are now? If it weren't for the Ding Pavilion Lord Aicai, it was not easy to remember that your sword-forging skills were not easy to come by, and he specially instructed me to arrange an errand for you, otherwise why do you think you can make a big deal with me here? It's just refining an Emei thorn, where did you get so many requirements, you must know that when Master Lu was refining last time, he just used it..."

A middle-aged man in a gorgeous robe stood up and said menacingly, but before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Cen Xingsheng in his mouth. "In that case, why don't you invite Lu Gao back again.....", the middle-aged man in the Chinese robe choked by him and immediately became furious, and immediately put his finger on the old man's face. "You don't have a face to be ashamed, I....", "Okay, Qiu Siyuan, you don't say a few words, give me a little face, sit down and say it well"

On the other side, the middle-aged man with a brimmed hat on his head saw that Qiu Siyuan was outrageous, and he interrupted the other party with a frown, originally thinking about it, with his deep qualifications in the Divine Weapon Pavilion, this Qiu Siyuan only climbed to the position of steward by relying on the forces behind him, how could he give himself a little thin face.

How did he think that Qiu Siyuan was really anxious with Cen Xingsheng, and after the middle-aged man with a brimmed hat spoke, he attacked the middle-aged man with a brimmed hat instead, "Hmph, Cen Guan."

Matter, I know that you have always taken care of this clan uncle in your family, but you don't look at what kind of virtue your clan uncle is now, he also thinks that he is the great master of refining weapons in the original Divine Weapon Pavilion, hehe, I think your Cen family is really in decline, as a sword-casting family, the swordsmiths in the clan are all two or three cats and dogs, and even refining a high-grade treasure soldier, and now he has to count on a waste person in the clan whose meridians are broken."

"Bastard thing! Qiu Siyuan, what kind of momentum did you have to dare to talk to me like this? If I hadn't ...... it at the beginning", seeing that the two had already quarreled, Cen Xingsheng, who had a salty and indifferent face on his face just now, simply lowered his eyelids at this time, looking like he was about to fall asleep, and let the two of them quarrel.

Just when the two quarreled more and more, an impatient voice suddenly came here, "Early in the morning, which bastard is chattering and arguing here?"

After hearing this voice, the two people, who were still fighting with each other, suddenly changed their faces and stopped talking. After the two stopped arguing, a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby body and a jade wrench appeared here with a displeased face, it was the middle-aged man who openly contradicted the main singer of the Fengyu Building when he was gathering in the Fengyu Building branch building before.

After glancing at Cen Xingsheng, who seemed to be asleep, he set his eyes on the two people who were still angry on their faces. After squinting at the two of them for a while, he first opened his mouth to the slightly older middle-aged man, "What's going on?"

"Back to Lord Ding, there's nothing going on here" Steward Cen, who was still swearing just now, replied with a slightly unnatural expression after Ding Gaoren's questioning.

After this steward Cen answered, Ding Gaoren was unconscious, and then asked Qiu Siyuan, who was slightly younger next to him, "Is there something wrong with steward Ding?"

Qiu Siyuan suddenly shook his head like a rattle, "If you go back to Lord Ding, I have nothing to do here", Ding Gaoren's face was pale, and he asked out loud, "Oh, is it really okay?"

Qiu Siyuan hurriedly replied, "It's okay, it's okay, it's really okay for me to do things with Cen here, we're just joking", after hearing Qiu Siyuan's slightly exaggerated answer, Ding Gaoren nodded slowly, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, but I'm ugly ahead, our Shenbing Pavilion is a place to do business, the door is open at any time, who doesn't want to follow me Ding Gaoren to do it, no one will stop you!" If you want to stay and do a good job, then cheer me up, don't give me dog-eat-dog here all day long, and let my Divine Soldier Pavilion accompany you to be embarrassed!"

After finishing speaking, Ding Gaoren used cold

After glancing at the two of them with cool eyes, and seeing that both of them lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at themselves, Ding Gaoren snorted coldly, turned his head and glanced at Cen Xingsheng, "Master Cen and my father are classmates, and in terms of seniority, I, Ding Gaoren, will also call Master Cen uncle." When my father was just transferred to the position of the master of the Shenbing Pavilion in Changlin County, he always regretted that he could not confirm what he had learned with Master Cen in the General Pavilion. ”

"Master Cen is a genius in forging swords, but I don't think that a group of clansmen are not only shallow in their own learning, but also don't see the sages and thinkers, they only know that they are blindly jealous of the virtuous and jealous, and do some villain behavior, although I, Ding Gaoren, am not a good thing, but I also disdain it in my heart, if Master Cen encounters any trouble in Changlin County, you might as well come to find the little nephew, the little nephew wants to see, which shameless thing is it, and dare to come to disturb the purity of Master Cen."

Master Cen only opened his slightly drooping eyelids at this time, "That's it, the old man is a waste person now, thank you for your kindness", Ding Gaoren hurriedly agreed twice, and after looking at the previous two with a warning eye, he walked straight out.

After Ding Gaoren walked out, Qiu Siyuan's face was already pale, although he had heard that the clan uncle Cen seemed to be quite extraordinary before, but he never expected that he would have a friendship with the current Divine Weapon Pavilion Master of Changlin County, and it seemed that he had a good relationship.

If this is the case, even if Master Cen is now a waste of meridians, and he is already a waste person in addition to what he has learned in his chest, then Qiu Siyuan will definitely not dare to speak out about it.

Compared to Qiu Siyuan's face full of fear, Na Cen was already full of shame at this time, and he couldn't look at people, "Uncle clan....", "That's it, since the matter has happened, it's useless to think about it, but I'm just like this colleague next to you said, I'm already a wasted person, and I don't know how long I can live.

After finishing speaking, Master Cen walked back slowly, just like when he came, but the look of remorse on the face of the steward Cen behind him became more and more grand.

As a famous sword-casting family, the Cen family has been inherited for hundreds of years, and under the inheritance from generation to generation, there are people in each generation who hold important positions in the Fengyulou Divine Weapon Pavilion, but in this generation, the essence seems to be concentrated in Cen Fuzi alone, and the rest of the people are extremely mediocre in sword casting, but they are very proficient in holding power and drilling camps everywhere.

Master Cen has had a strange temperament since he was a child, he doesn't like to communicate with his peers, and he has nothing else in his heart except for casting swords and refining weapons.