He is Cheng Yiliang, the sect leader of Qianji Pavilion.
"Why did you come here?
Li Guitou went to your Qianji Pavilion and left just now."
Fan Changxiang waved hello.
Cheng Yiliang was startled: "Li Chengfeng?
Why is he going to me?"
As he spoke, he became a little impatient, bypassing Fan Changxiang and went straight to Chentian: "Holy Lord! I know how to warn the Brahma Sect of Tianzhu Peak!"
"good."
Seeing that his crystal glasses were about to disappear, Chen Tian pointed at Maza and said, "Don't be anxious, speak slowly."
Cheng Yiliang sat down and panted: "There is a mechanism lizard in Qianji Pavilion, named Potu Qilian. It can be used for investigation and will not waste any manpower."
"How's the effect?"
"very good!"
Cheng Yiliang patted his chest and said loudly, "The Earth-Breaking Qilian is extremely sensitive to spiritual power. Even if the Brahma Heaven Sect is just flying in the wind, it can still sense it. Within ten miles, it is as if it is seeing fire!"
However, Chen Tian looked wary and did not speak.
Last time Cheng Yiliang said that he wanted to cast Wangcang soldiers, he almost took out his Xumi ring. Now he suddenly showed his courtesy again. This old boy must still want to make a lot of money.
"Oh God, don't look at me like that!"
Cheng Yiliang waved his hands repeatedly.
He smiled and said to Chen Tian: "In the past, the Yin clan of the Northern Territory was planning to open a spiritual stone mine in Luwu Mountain, and asked me to make a large amount of earth-breaking Qilian. However, when the young master arrived at Luwu Mountain, he heard that there were demon clans in Yanshan Pass for a long time. Beauty, I went north."
"As a result, there are a lot of broken soil Qilang left behind. Now, as long as the spirit stones are embedded in them, they can be used immediately."
"Okay, you will contact Yongziying about this matter."
Chen Tian thought for a while and immediately settled his thoughts, "As for the consumption of spirit stones, you can go to the City Lord's Mansion to find Lianzi Xin Zhi to get it."
Cheng Yidian nodded without paying much attention.
But it was a lacquered wood black box presented in his hand like a treasure.
Seeing the proud look on his face, Chen Tian roughly guessed it and tried to say: "Has the casting of Wang Cang Soldier been completed?"
"yes!"
Cheng Yiliang clapped his hands and laughed, pushing the lacquered wooden box and saying, "Holy Lord, hurry up and take a look. The last time Wang Cang soldiers appeared in this world was a thousand years ago!"
Chen Tian opened it and took a look. Everyone also looked inside and saw an eight-sided piece of wood lying inside, and each side was a different color.
The workmanship is very fine, but the runes on it are very simple, with two black lines crisscrossing them, and a total of nine grids.
This obviously requires the activation of spiritual power before it can be used... but what does this have to do with the Wangcang soldiers?
Without waiting for everyone to cast doubtful glances, Cheng Yiliang explained: "This is the control terminal of the Wangcang soldiers, and it's called Huifang."
Chen Tian glanced at it.
I feel like this name is quite appropriate.
This eight-sided wooden block looks like a Hui character and can be moved up, down, left, and right.
"Can you control soldiers with this gadget?
It’s amazing, oh my god!”
Fan Changxiang stared at Hui Fang in Chen Tian's hand and marveled.
Chen Tian handed it to him casually, and suddenly turned to Cheng Yiliang and said doubtfully: "Didn't Wangcang soldiers say that it will be completed by the end of the year?"
"Reporting to the Lord God, this Zun Wangcang Soldier is the smallest in size and has the simplest craftsmanship. It should be used by disciples to practice their skills. The largest Zun Wangcang Soldier is just a stand now."
"Take your time. There are a lot of soldiers in Twelve Bottles Wangcang, and the project is also big. When the water conservancy on the river bank is completed, remember to recruit more migrant workers."
"no problem."
Cheng Yiliang agreed wholeheartedly.
Compared with the Hetan Water Conservancy Project, Wangcang Soldiers is not necessarily small. From iron management to assembly, it is easy to absorb 100,000 migrant workers.
At the same time, Fenjin Villa provides supporting facilities, and basic craftsmanship can be completely outsourced. Moreover, Yongtai City's Gongcheng is training skilled disciples day and night, so the manpower is sufficient.
These two projects plus Hekun Gate.
The industry is extremely huge.
The massive resources Chen Tian invested quickly revitalized the economy of Luwu Mountain, which was a thousand miles away. Based on the thirty-six sects in the Northern Territory, it was prosperous.
Among them, the most prosperous place is undoubtedly Yongtai City. Since the development of the Beicaoxi caravan, various places have exchanged goods and services.
In particular, the fine salt produced by Rodi from the riverbank caves greatly meets the daily needs of ordinary people. They no longer have to spend more than half of the year's income on buying salt, which greatly stimulates consumption.
at this time.
Fan Changxiang was tinkering and twisting and turning when a loud noise suddenly came from the foot of the mountain, which was deafening.
Everyone looked at each other in shock. Cheng Yiliang suddenly jumped up and shouted: "Oops!"
"We left in such a hurry! We forgot to release the signal between Hui Fang and Wang Cang's soldiers! Qianji Pavilion has collapsed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Yiliang ran down the mountain in a hurry and disappeared in a flash.
Fan Changxiang was glared at by his father, and he handed it back to Chen Tian calmly: "Holy Lord..." "I went to provide disaster relief."
Chen Tian waved his hand and told him to go quickly. After dismissing everyone, he took Tong Ruoran and walked slowly towards Yongtai City.
Tomorrow is the birthday of the Dragon King. The small traders heard the news and immediately crowded the streets. The surroundings were decorated with lights and colorful lights, and there was a buzz of people.
Acrobats walking on stilts, an old man blowing maltose, and a young man teasing monkeys with treasures all accompanied the pastry shop on the corner to unveil the steamer, making the scene noisy for miles.
"Not bad, it has the atmosphere of a festival."
"No."
Tong Ruoran's smile was as bright as a peach blossom, "Xianyin Pavilion has been busy a lot."
"I'll reward you tonight."
"You! You..." Tong Ruoran's face suddenly turned red. He gritted his teeth, stiffened his elbow, and poked Chen Tian hard.
After arguing for a while, she took the lead and stepped into the teahouse on the roadside, beckoning: "Try the new tea, the best tea that Mr. Fan has just cultivated."
The waiter in the shop was very diligent, making tea quickly and quickly recommending several pastries.
Fried rice cakes, fruit almond cakes, and Hechuan peach slices were placed on the table on small plates in sequence. Although the appearance was not as exquisite as Xianyin Pavilion, the portions were substantial.
"Green tea leaves can clear the mind and reduce fire. Try it."
Tong Ruoran has lived in Luwu Mountain for many years and has never seen the town below the mountain so lively.
All kinds of strange and weird things are gathered together, making it look particularly human-like.
She looked around from time to time and happened to see the storyteller taking a break. At the end of the performance, he brought out a gong and asked for rewards.
Tong Ruoran didn't think much, and threw out two ingots of silver, which made a gong click. Everyone looked back, which made her momentarily surprised.
The storyteller's eyes widened even more. He rang the gong again and shouted loudly: "Seat by the window!"
"Two taels of silver reward!"
Tong Ruoran was extremely embarrassed, covering half of his face with his sleeves, and looked at Chen Tian: "Did I give too much?
Everyone is looking at us..." "Of course it's a lot, just two taels. He can't even earn that much in half a year even by talking and writing."
"Wow, people who write books are so poor!"
Tong Ruoran muttered.
Chen Tian smiled: "Actually, I don't blame you for the big commotion just now. The money in the gong is for this effect. When others see it, they will reward you with money, and you will also have face."
"Hey, it's still so embarrassing."
Chentian squeezed her hand, pushed a plate of Hechuan peach slices in front of him, and signaled her not to take it to heart.
The storyteller received a heavy reward, and there was no intermission. After thanking Tong Ruoran, he happily told a piece of "Wu'an Mountain".
I just heard two or three of the opening remarks.
Suddenly it was Chentian's turn to be embarrassed.