Mortal Immortal Gourd

Xia Mingyuan probably really didn't know what the Mi Gong Qiongjiang that Er Gouzi was talking about was, and at this moment he was still trying to pretend to be full of aftertaste.

He didn't know that Er Gouzi had long seen through his stubbornness.

People who often pretend to be someone else know that in order not to be seen through, they often pretend to know and follow other people's words.

Er Gouzi has a deep understanding of this, and can also understand Ding Lao Mo's mood at the moment.

As far as he knows, that night in Liusha County was the first time Xia Mingyuan tasted the taste of Mi Gong Qiongjiang in his life, which shocked his soul and was unforgettable for life.

So much so that after many years, Xia Mingyuan still felt bad breath, loss of appetite, nausea and vomiting, and was so inferior that he dared not breathe.

Now looking at Xia Mingyuan's reaction, it is obvious that he really didn't know what happened that night.

This person should be Ding Lao Mo, almost certain, and he is not very clear about some of Xia Mingyuan's secrets.

Presumably, after Xia Mingyuan tasted the Mi Gong Qiongjiang, he would not show off to others, but only keep it deep in his heart.

Immortal cultivators are like this. If they have tasted something good, they like to keep secrets.

The two talked for a while, and Er Gouzi also tried to talk about some other things. Ding Lao Mo still knew some ordinary things.

As for some more confidential things, Ding Lao Mo could only follow Er Gouzi's words.

Er Gouzi guessed that with the evil cultivation method, Xia Mingyuan was probably refined by Ding Lao Mo.

"Lord Xia, I will leave today. You are welcome to visit my home in the future. Your favorite rice and wine will definitely be enough!"

Er Gouzi secretly said, I am afraid that I can't feed you with millions of people in Sanyang County.

"Of course! When the time comes, just prepare a bucket of rice and wine. If it is not thick and delicious, I will not drink it."

In Ding Lao Mo's heart, he always thought that the rice and wine that Er Gouzi said was a kind of aged wine, so he naturally put on the attitude of a good drinker.

The two bowed and said goodbye at the door. Er Gouzi waved and left Ding Lao Mo's governor's mansion.

Today, I didn't expose the true identity of Ding Lao Mo, so I just played a trick on him and fooled him.

I'll find a better opportunity to kill this old friend later.

He took over Xia Mingyuan's position as the general, and from then on, all the military power of Qingzhou fell into Er Gouzi's hands.

As for Xia Mingyuan's former subordinates, he replaced them all with his own subordinates.

There was also the border between Qingzhou and the Wan Yao Kingdom, which was destroyed by the monsters before, and he needed to repair it after he took over.

He also arranged a part of the troops to garrison the border.

Although the donkey general on the opposite side was also one of his own people and would not rashly start a battle, the necessary defense was still necessary.

Originally, the dangerous places on the border were arranged with city walls and fortresses, and many spiritual crossbows were set up on them, with the power equivalent to that of foundation-building cultivators.

Dozens of spiritual crossbows fired at the same time, even a Jindan strongman could not withstand it.

Xia Mingyuan sold the border to the monsters, and those spiritual crossbows also fell into the hands of the monsters.

Fortunately, after these spiritual crossbows went around, most of them returned to Er Gouzi.

He now arranged for people to reinstall these spiritual crossbows.

However, many spiritual crossbows were lost after going around, and Er Gouzi also felt that the number of these spiritual crossbows was not enough.

Er Gouzi had no shortage of materials or methods to refine spiritual crossbows, but he was now mainly practicing and had no time to refine this kind of spiritual crossbow.

After weighing the pros and cons, Er Gouzi decided to teach this skill to Huang Fugui and let him lead his refiners to refine.

Huang Fugui helped Er Gouzi with ironwork at the beginning, then came into contact with refining, and then led a team of refiners.

Over the years, Huang Fugui has a team of more than 2,000 refiners.

Among these more than 2,000 people, more than 100 are real refiners who can refine fine magic weapons.

There are also two or three hundred people who are just starting out and can help and refine some simple magic weapons.

The remaining 1,000 people are the main force of the work, and they also help to refine some ordinary swords and farm tools.

Huang Fugui leads these 2,000 people to create a large number of magic tools and ordinary swords every year.

The magic tools produced in Sanyang County are now well-known in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and many foreign merchants come to Sanyang County to buy and sell.

So in these years, although Huang Fugui is not as glamorous as his brother Huang Mancang.

In fact, he led more than 2,000 people under his command to quietly help Er Gouzi earn a lot of spiritual stones.

"Huang Fugui, come here."

Seeing Er Gouzi waving, Huang Fugui limped towards him.

His leg was broken by Zhang Youliang that year, and the bones had long grown crooked, with one leg long and one leg short.

Later, Er Gouzi gave him some healing medicine, but he was unable to recover.

"Boss, what do you want me to do?"

Huang Fugui has become much stronger after years of forging iron and refining tools. His skin is shiny black, which is somewhat similar to Er Gouzi.

"Come with me."

Er Gouzi turned and walked into a room, and Huang Fugui followed behind with a limp.

The two walked into a room one after the other.

Er Gouzi closed the door, and when he turned around, a book fell off his body.

Huang Fugui quickly bent down to pick it up and handed it to Er Gouzi.

"Boss, your book fell."

"I didn't drop anything."

Er Gouzi didn't even reach out to take the book, and pushed the book in Huang Fugui's hand back.

"I'm fine, I didn't drop anything."

"But boss, I just saw that it was your book that was dropped."

Huang Fugui wanted to explain again, but Er Gouzi stared at him with a simple and meaningful smile.

"I said I didn't drop anything, if you pick it up, it's yours, you can do it yourself."

Both are Huang Laocai's sons, Huang Fugui is not as smart as Huang Mancang, who has hinted so clearly, but still can't understand.

Er Gouzi threw down a sentence, opened the door again, and left alone.

Huang Fugui was left alone in the room, looking at the book in his hand, with "Excerpts from the Secret Method of Thousand Machines" written on the cover.

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