The Era of Immortal Cultivation

"First create one hundred and eight mechanical warrior girls in sequence, and then the gang leader gives each of them a partial light body of their own, and then prepares a unique poem number and 'anchor' for them...

When needed, the gang leader combines the power of the same source in Zhan Ji's body to transform into a giant of light, and then turns these 108 Zhan Ji into armor to enhance defense..."

Li Hao spoke passionately and couldn't control himself, but Qiao Feng felt drowsy and absent-minded while listening.

"Gang leader!"

Seeing Qiao Feng's nonchalant look, old lady Li Hao became a little sullen.

Qiao Feng stretched and said casually:

"Okay! I'll give my body to this war queen right away. As for the poem number, I'll trouble you, brother, to think about it! After that, I'll use this war queen to go out and make a name for myself."

Looking at the careless Qiao Feng, Li Hao endured his anger and confessed:

"Relying on poor word-of-mouth has long been outdated! The Beggar Gang now has a broadcaster with five million fans. How many months did it take for them to become famous?"

"Do you want me to go broadcast?" Qiao Feng said with some embarrassment:

"But I can't make up stories, and my eloquence is mediocre!"

Alas, what would you do without me!

Li Hao took out a specially made hand chicken with eyes as big as walnuts. He raised his hand proudly and said with a smile:

"I've been working overtime these days and I've got it, a new video!

Let the following sort out the collected information and select some things that most people are interested in and compile them into a book. Then your warrior princess will be responsible for broadcasting these news!

I used the permissions to upload the video recorded by the video chicken in real time, and then used the administrative rights to force all the video chickens to broadcast the video in the morning. It will definitely be known to the whole country within a few days."

News Network host, aren’t you afraid that your reputation is not enough?

Looking at the video of the chicken, Qiao Feng suddenly became interested. He took the chicken from Li Hao's hand, then carefully considered it and said:

"This chicken uses some Golden Crow Origin Qi?"

Qiao Feng's words were questions, but his tone was affirmative.

"I think the seniors of the Beggar Clan in the back mountain are idle, so let them contribute to making the Beggar Clan great again. The seniors must be willing, right?"

Li Hao felt a little guilty when he said this. He almost plucked out all the golden crows in the back mountain, turning them all into bald crows.

Li Hao quickly changed the topic, pointed at the mechanical body on the ground and said:

"Since the number of this warrior girl is 108, why not give her the name of Tiangang Disha, and the first one should be called Tiankui?"

"Alright!" Qiao Feng had no intention of pursuing Li Hao's crime of plucking the Golden Crow's hair, so he eagerly said:

"Quickly think of a poem title, and then try this video chicken."

Li Hao hesitated for a moment and said: "Tiankui is the head of the stars, representing the nobles, and is responsible for relieving disasters. How about 'Tiangang Dishakui is the head, and you can get rid of suffering and get blessings and blessings'?"

"Brother Ren has no poetic talent! But it doesn't matter." Qiao Feng laughed, split his body and shot into Tiankui's body like a flowing arrow.

The two asked for some compiled information, selected it, and had people prepare curtains, tables, chairs and other items, and then they were ready to start the first video recording in the history of the Song Dynasty.

"Wait!"

Qiao Feng was sitting upright on his chair and was about to start recording. Li Hao, who received the text message from the south, suddenly stopped him and said:

"One more thing to add to the news: Mr. Yuan Miao Lin Lingsu died in West Lake today!"

As soon as these words came out, Qiao Feng was shocked, and Tian Kui's pretty face naturally showed a bit of surprise.

Li Hao said nothing, only nodded and signaled Qiao Feng to start recording.

The recording went smoothly, but Qiao Feng no longer had the intention to pay attention to this novel video. After recording, he pulled Li Hao and asked eagerly:

"Why did Lin Lingsu die? His strength is definitely not weak!"

Li Hao replied casually while checking the video:

"Why can't you die? Fang La, Shi Bao, Murong Fu and five other real figures are besieging you. It's not easy even for you, right? Besides, don't many people in the government and the public say that he is the culprit of officials neglecting state affairs and draining the people's power?

?Wouldn’t it be bad if he died?”

"But...but..." Qiao Feng swallowed the sentence for a long time but still couldn't spit it out:

After all, it was one of the few remaining true forms of the Song Dynasty. After his death, the court's deterrence would definitely decline significantly.

After checking the video, Li Hao nodded with satisfaction, a ray of light suddenly appeared in his eyes and looked at Qiao Feng, and said playfully:

"Or is it because the foundation of the Beggar Gang is beggars, and the gang leader hopes that the court will be as dilapidated as possible, and the more beggars the better, so that the Beggar Gang can thrive?"

Qiao Feng was stunned when he heard this, and his face quickly turned red. He stood up blankly, raised three fingers and swore:

"If Qiao Feng has this intention, he will be struck by lightning and die without a burial place!"

After making the curse, Qiao Feng said to Li Hao with a serious face:

"After all, Lin Lingsu is one of the few masters in the imperial court today. His death may shake the prestige of the imperial court, and there may be worries about military chaos."

Li Hao looked at the solemn Qiao Feng and asked as emotionlessly as possible:

"Is this Song Dynasty the Song Dynasty of the officials or the Song Dynasty of the people of the world? The Beggar Gang can help the Song Dynasty resist foreign enemies, but if the people's support is against them, the whole world will turn against it?"

"Of course... of course..." This simple question made Qiao Feng, a strong-willed man, blush with anxiety and feel confused.

Qiao Feng hesitated for a long time before sighing: "I can't bear to hurt the people, and I don't want to betray the king, so I'll just close the door and thank the guests!"

Not bad! Li Hao nodded with satisfaction, the answer was almost what he thought.

As long as you don’t focus on being the loyal dog of Song Dynasty like Song Jiang, then you, Qiao Feng, are sure to take the position of Taizu! God Haotian can’t stop you, I said so!

After Qiao Feng lamented, he opened his heart in front of his most trusted brother, Ren, and let out a long sigh:

"The imperial court and officials have indeed become increasingly unreliable over the years!

Lin Lingsu, each of the six thieves is extravagant, corrupt and perverts the law, and they are taxed by Huashi Gang. The army in the west and north is not even half paid, but Bianjing is still feeding the people, and both the frontier troops and the people are miserable!

The Beggar Gang is originally dedicated to helping the country, but recently due to the spread of this trick, many people have regarded it as a person with evil intentions, and many officials who were originally good friends have also separated their respective boundaries...

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Alas! The Song Dynasty is really in a state of crisis!"

Qiao Feng was complaining, but Li Hao just nodded and responded. It wasn't until he heard that the Western Army was only paid half the pay that his eyes lit up. This Western Army was the only elite remaining in the Song Dynasty.

After Qiao Feng finished speaking, Li Hao asked:

"Master Lu is from the Western Army and has a good reputation in the Western Army. Why not let him be the central contact to provide some supplies and manpower?"

"The beggar gang and the big and small clans have been friends for decades, so why do we need an intermediary? Besides..." Speaking of this, Qiao Feng showed a strange smile on his bitter face:

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"The phrase 'Taste XX more wines, good and bad masters say' that you thought of for Master Lu's podcast was very effective. The master gained more than two million followers in less than half a month.

Master Lu has always had profound skills, but now he has enough anchors. He took a leave of absence with me when we had a drink together yesterday, and is preparing to retreat and make a breakthrough!"

This is a good thing!

No! 11 out of 10 points are wrong!

Li Hao suddenly turned his head and stared at Qiao Feng, his eyes as cold as ice, and asked:

"Shouldn't you have been practicing for eleven hours yesterday? Where did you find the time to drink? I was not here yesterday, so you were lazy?"

Qiao Feng knew that he had revealed his secret, so he did not answer, only smiled in embarrassment.

"Practice for an additional hour tonight, and all twelve hours tomorrow will be spent practicing!" Li Hao warned with sincerity:

"I'm doing this all for your own good! Do you know..."

When Qiao Feng became dizzy after hearing this, and obediently responded to a series of requests for additional training 'for your own good', Li Hao finally stopped talking with satisfaction, said goodbye to Qiao Feng, and headed towards the mountainside.

Zhou Tong has lived there for several months.

If you want to keep a master like Zhou Tong, you can only make him stay willingly; if you want him to stay willingly, you have to give him a reason that he cannot refuse.

Fortunately, Li Hao found a project that he would definitely be interested in and would definitely be willing to stay for.

Carefully walking through the path where some green buds were sprouting in early spring, Li Hao approached the small courtyard arranged for Zhou Tong by the Beggar Clan, and a mechanical Frisbee flew to his side from the courtyard.

Zhou Tong’s somewhat annoyed shout came from the middle of the flying disc:

"Damn Ren Feizheng! It was you who dragged me into researching this strange name called 'Astartes'!

But what are you doing? You talked about some theories and then ran away? Why have you been following up on the project and I am the only one working hard on it?"

Ignoring Zhou Tong's noisy complaints, Li Hao strode into the small courtyard. As soon as he entered the door, he was startled by Zhou Tong who came up to him.

Zhou Tong's complexion was pale and purple, his eyes were bloodshot, and even his hair was bunched together like sleeping black snakes.

"Brother Zhou, aren't you trying to control the balance of origin energy and becoming a Taoist?"

Zhou Tong gave Li Hao a weak look and said nonchalantly:

"It's just that I have been studying for two and a half months, twelve hours a day, and I am just a little tired. It doesn't matter."

After saying that, Zhou Tong rubbed his dry eyes and half-pushed and half-tugged Li Hao into the house, eloquently talking while pulling him back:

"The few broadcasting disciples you are looking for have arrived. And I think it would be better to put the heart implantation in the third stage..."

After entering the house, there were already six or seven Beggar Clan disciples waiting in the house full of longing. All of them had done a good job in broadcasting before. Some of them had six to seven million fans, and some of them had over a million fans.

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"Meet Elder Ren!"

The voices were loud and neat, and several people roared with the momentum of thousands of troops.

"Very good, very energetic!" Li Hao nodded, then paused slightly, and said solemnly:

"Before I asked you to come, I should have told you about the dangers of this project, right? Do you all know it?

This transformation is still in the preliminary stage. If you really participate, the mortality rate will be very high, and maybe even none of you will survive! Our project is voluntary, and if you are unwilling, then I will not force you."

A disciple who looked a little shabby raised his hand to indicate that he had something to say.

Li Hao recognized this person. This person was Xu Moli when he was among the first batch of broadcasters to be trained.

He now has five million fans thanks to his magnetic voice and melancholic desert mystery persona, as well as a few Daolang songs given by Li Hao.

"Mo Li, what's going on?"

Seeing that the elder still remembered his name, Xu Moli's voice was trembling.

"Elder, after completing this transformation, you can directly reach the peak of false form. Is this true?"

Several other people also cast their fiery gazes on Li Hao.

Li Hao saw that several people were very concerned about this issue. After thinking about it for a moment, he said seriously:

"At least in the plan designed by Brother Zhou and I, people who have completed four stages and nineteen surgeries will obtain five Taoist organs with the five attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

Such an ultimate warrior will not be inferior to an ordinary person at the peak of false form in terms of physique, speed, reaction, etc., but in terms of martial arts and other aspects, it can only depend on the individual."

After all, Zhou Tong was an outsider, so a few people were dubious about his words. Now that they had the recognition and endorsement of 'Ren Feizheng', they were completely relieved, and everyone immediately participated enthusiastically.

A Beggar Clan disciple was a little surprised when he saw Elder Ren. He bowed his head and said with tears in his eyes:

"We are poor and lowly people with weak qualifications. We may have no hope of reaching the false form state by ourselves. Now that the elders have a wonderful way to reach the peak of false form, why should we waste our lives? Please help the elders!"

"That's right! That's right!" Several other disciples also echoed.

"Okay! The transformation still needs to be perfected. Brother Zhou and I will check for leaks and fill in the gaps for another month, and then let you know."

'Reluctantly' he agreed to the disciples' request. Li Hao also gave some instructions on dietary precautions, and then sent them away, asking these people to broadcast well for the next month and recharge their batteries to wait for his summons.
"Brother Ren!"

Zhou Tong grabbed Li Hao, who wanted to run away with his disciples, and showed a scary smile like a devil:

"You don't want to leave the work to me alone again, do you?"

"How can this be possible? I was busy helping the master's clone before, but now I'm done with it. From now on, how about I come here for two...three hours every day?"

Li Hao was still haggling carefully, but Zhou Tong had already locked the door, and then turned around with a gloomy smile:

"This time, don't fool me with some theories! In the next month and thirty days, twelve hours a day, you have to prepare for the experiment with me every moment and every second!"

"No~~~"

Li Hao, who was kneeling on his knees with an ashen face, was dragged into the newly dug laboratory by Zhou Tong.

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It’s already time on March 4th.

Tens of millions of chickens in the world vibrated at the same time, and a light screen was projected from the chicken's eyes. A beautiful woman named "Tiankui" broadcast the important news in the world in recent days to tens of millions of people.

March 8.

Mingjiao bypassed the Beggar Clan’s chief helm and became the second mobile chicken operator.

The leader of Mingjiao, Fang La, opened the first "completely independent" radio channel to promote the teachings of Mingjiao to the world. The number of fans exceeded one million that day and two million in three days.

March 14.

Xixia and Liao both increased their troops on the border due to Lin Lingsu's death. Fang La had a voice call with Tian Hu, Wang Qing, and Chao Gai.

March 23.

The belated "Investigation Team on Lin Lingsu's Death" accidentally broke into Hangzhou Prefecture and all members suffered from diarrhea and diarrhea. At the same time, there were reports of abnormal large-scale population migration in Hebei, Shandong, Huaixi, Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

But it was not taken seriously by Bianjing.

In the eighth year of Zhenghe, on April 1st, the year of Wuxu, the world was in chaos.

? ? Still not working, the fever can’t go down. It feels like it’s worse than Chuyang this time. ⊙﹏⊙