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Chapter 222 New Shading Sky Chamber of Commerce

The bamboo forest is green, and the elixir is shining. Under the scorching sun, everything is so quiet and beautiful.

"During your absence, the Black Emperor tried repeatedly on the edge of the medicine garden, and finally stepped into the trap three days ago." Ye Fan shook his sleeves and put his hands behind his back. , he sighed: "It's a pity, I thought he would not be able to bear it for a month at most, but I didn't expect him to hold on for so long."

In front of Ye Fan and Su Lin, a black dog taller than a human was howling in a thunder spring. He kept struggling in the spring water, like a person who fell into the water.

In addition to the slurry-like thunder, there are hundreds of tank-sized sword auras in the spring water. These sword auras have powerful light power, which can almost divide the space into several different areas.

Even if you step into the Dragon Transformation Realm, you can't escape, and in the end there is only the ending of falling.

But this big dog has rough skin and thick flesh, and its defense is extremely high. These attacks can't leave any marks on his shiny black fur.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Su Lin glanced at the small wooden barrel in Ye Fan's hand. There was a peculiar fragrance in it, which seemed to be the product of dried spiritual fruits.

"Spice, unfortunately, it's useless." Ye Fan shook his head, as if he was a little regretful that he missed a peerless delicious meal. "I'm going to the holy city recently, do you want to go together?"

"I'm going to be a light bulb, isn't it good?" Su Lin picked up a spiritual fruit and ate it, the sweet and sour juice was refreshing: "I'm envious, you are full of beauties everywhere."

"I just want you to be a bodyguard, but if you are so lonely, I can go and tie a saint for you." Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and said.

"No." Su Lin resolutely refused, Ye Fan was really capable of doing such a thing, he easily lifted the restriction, allowing the Black Emperor to escape from the thunder spring.

"To be honest, I went to the Holy City this time to make money." Ye Fan was in a happy mood watching the Heihuang escape, paralyzed on the ground and panting, "Gambling stones, open source, magic medicine, the chance there is quite good." That's a lot, by the way. You can also expand the market, but I need your help."

"Why do you want me to open up the market? I'm not a shareholder of your chamber of commerce." Su Lin asked doubtfully.

What market is needed to sell fakes?You can find any busy market and sell it at a stall.

"It's not easy for me to show my face now. They spread my portrait everywhere, and arranged people who have seen my supernatural power in the major regions. New monks who come to business must show their supernatural power and verify their identity." Ye Fan Rather helpless, his tone even brought a sense of bitterness and hardship, and he said: "The road is long and difficult, and I have nothing to do in the face of this malicious commercial suppression."

"Isn't it fine if you don't show up in person?" Su Lin replied, just find an agent for this kind of thing.

Unexpectedly, Ye Fan shook his head, turned his back to face the sun, looked at the vast sea of ​​clouds around Shuijing Peak, and said:
"The development of our Zhetian Chamber of Commerce has reached a bottleneck period. It is not a long-term development plan to focus on counterfeiting and low-end monks blindly, nor can we maximize the benefits."

"We need to transform and upgrade, and take the road of high-quality development!"

"It needs a strong endorsement, a strong man who has nothing to do with the Eucharist! Then use high-quality real magic weapons to build a reputation, from Lunhai to Taoist Palace, from Taoist Palace to Siji, from now on we will only sell genuine products."

"With enough goodwill, we can set our sights on those who are capable of transforming dragons and those who are above the realm of transforming dragons. By then hehe"

Ye Fan stretched out his hand as if he wanted to hold the big sun in his hand. Although the back was a boy's seat cover, he had the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers and holding the sun and the moon in his hands.

In a daze, the fruit in Su Lin's hand fell to the ground with a snap, and he stared at Ye Fan's figure like a business overlord in a daze.

"Then what." Su Lin hesitated for a moment, and said, "Do you still remember your future direction?"

"Suppress all enemies in the world." Ye Fan said, "What's wrong?"

"The future Tianting should not be a commercial company, right?"

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Su Lin always feels that this overshadowing style of painting is gradually going awry. Ever since Ye Fan embarked on the road of making money, he seldom kills him. Basically, they will try their best to keep the disciples of the Holy Land family alive.

In his words, those are high-quality takers.

Ye Fan didn't think about it for too long. He naturally wouldn't be entangled in Su Lin's question: "I don't care about the future. For me, what I've experienced now is the truth."

"Even if I in the future can go back to the birth and death of myriad worlds in a single thought of time and space, but he is me, and I am not him."

"What I can do is to grasp everything in the moment and not to dream about future achievements. Invincibility never comes by waiting, but comes out step by step."

Su Lin lamented that he was worthy of being the protagonist of this era, and this kind of Taoist heart is very comparable to others.

"More importantly, if you have money and don't make money as a bastard, why should I fight with those bastards if you can lie down and make money?" Ye Fan said with some disdain:

"When you see a genius, you like to kill it. If you are not a genius on your own side, you will find a way to kill it."

"After living for thousands of years, I have learned nothing else but four words, bullying the weak and fearing the strong."

"In a holy place, there are everything from the living Buddha and the Virgin to the hooligans, and the character of the master leading the door depends on everyone."

Su Lin nodded: "Indeed, this atmosphere is bad enough."

As soon as Su Lin mentioned the atmosphere, Ye Fanqi didn't say anything, and said:
"You know how I feel when I see Zhetian? Fight, fight, fight, and what the hell is a fight, I'll fuck you @!#%."

From Lunhai to Dadi, everyone's favorite is fighting.

"But my style of painting is different from yours here, can I do it?" Su Lin knows that there is also the Holy See on the earth that shrouds the sky, and there are people who play with faith and play with light, but they are still in this way in essence. system power.

"There are many different painting styles." Ye Fan smiled, this is not a problem at all, "It is not surprising that the painting styles of those paleontological families and descendants are just different ways."

Su Lin thought for a while and agreed, "Success."

His current strength of the God of Light avatar is almost between a saint and a saint king. Whether he can beat it is still uncertain. Anyway, the ancient royal family has not yet entered the world, and those old monsters will not appear on weekdays, so the danger is not great.

"Heihuang!" Ye Fan threw the bucket of spices aside, and called to Heihuang: "Take out your pattern and honor the emperor."

Hei Huang raised his head weakly and looked at Ye Fan, he just closed his eyes and rested, the dog ignored this guy and decided to hit me.

"Will Emiya Shirou go with you?" Su Lin asked.

"I gave him a holiday, and he's going back to his hometown." As soon as Ye Fan said this, he saw Su Lin's surprised eyes. 7 by 24 hours?"

Su Lin was surprised: "Isn't it?"

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Ye Fan was too lazy to discuss this issue, so he changed the subject and said, "It's almost time for him to go back to rest, if there is no condition, it's fine, if conditions are available, returning to familiar people can better relieve the pain." pressure."

"Are you really going to let him go back?" Hei Huang propped himself up and stood up shaking: "I heard that kid said a thing or two that their world is a bit dangerous, what if you let him go back?"

This is a walking origin stone production vein. Ye Fan is such a big-hearted kid, what if he is accidentally kidnapped halfway! ?

"No." Heihuang shook his body and ran towards one side: "This emperor has to carve patterns on his body!"

"Don't mess around!" Ye Fan didn't know that the black dog was actually looking for an excuse to slip away.

After all, Su Lin was beside him. After recovering his physical strength, the dead dog was afraid that Su Lin would be responsible, so he ran on four legs with a glare.

"Are you going home?" Ma Xianhong picked up a precision part and put it in front of his right eye to observe it carefully. Insignificant, light spots as small as rice grains carved seals on this part.

This is Jianfeng. Ever since Ye Fan packed Shui Jingfeng back from Su Lin, Wei Gong Shirou and Ma Xianhong lived here in seclusion.

Apart from going out occasionally to see the world in cities where monks gathered, the two almost stayed in Jianfeng's room to study refining and practice.

The resources from the materials for refining the magic weapon to the daily expenses are completely sufficient, and Ye Fan and Heihuang will come to guide the practice on weekdays.

"Well, I'll be back in about two days." Emiya Shirou placed a copy of "Magic Mechanism Hundred Alchemy" in front of him, refining a small object with both hands according to the above method.

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Accompanied by a puff of black smoke, this small object was completely scrapped.

"Why don't you go back and stay longer?" Ma Xianhong put the precision parts in his hands in the center of a turquoise hexagonal cube, and the aura began to come out from the gap of this magic weapon.

"Two days is enough, if it takes too long, there may be accidents." Emiya Shirou glanced at the small object in his hand, and threw it into the waste pile aside.

Ma Xianhong put the magic weapon on the jade table, went to the waste pile, took a look at the items that Shirou Emiya had refined recently, and said in a deep voice:

"You are tired, take a good rest."

He reached out and snatched a new piece of material from Emiya Shirou's hand, and put it aside.

"I'm sorry." Emiya Shirou let out a breath, and closed the secret book that had been refined by magic.

"You don't need to apologize, and the materials are not mine." Ma Xianhong frowned and said, "You don't have to work so hard."

The other party did have some talent, Ma Xianhong had to admit this, coupled with his amazing skill called projection magic, he would definitely do something in the way of refining weapons in the future.

Although he is from Dongying, after several months of contact and understanding, Ma Xianhong did not feel disgusted with Emiya Shirou. On the contrary, he still has a good impression of Emiya Shirou, and he likes his character very much.

At least it's better than Zhang Chulan's clever grandson who sold him here.

The only problem is, this guy is too hardworking.

As a craftsman, although it is not a problem not to eat or drink for a few days and nights when he has inspiration, it is not good to squeeze himself like this when he is still in the learning stage.

Ma Xianhong can see that it is not a hunger for knowledge, nor is it a fanatical passion for refining, but just an act of burning himself desperately to achieve his goal.

"Take a good rest after you go back." Ma Xianhong turned around and summoned Ruhua, who asked him to take away all the finished products.

"Where is my empty cry?"

Ma Xianhong wandered around the neighborhood, but he didn't find where his small lion head magic weapon was.

Emiya Shirou rubbed his eyebrows and said: "You were not there when my little girl came to play the day before yesterday, and the Black Emperor took it away to give her away."

"Oh." Ma Xianhong nodded, if that cute little girl wants it, just take it away, and just refine it.

"Ye Fan gave us a vacation, why don't you go back?" Wei Gong Shirou said to Ma Xianhong.

Preparing for the opening of a new store is the biggest project. On the contrary, the amount of preparatory work for the opening of a new store is much less than the order of the weekdays.

"Go back? I don't have a place to go back." Ma Xianhong picked up a black iron hammer and walked to the stove beside him to start the next job. There was a crisp sound of steel clashing.

In the kung fu of Emiya Shiro Lengshen, Ma Xianhong continued:

"I was used by Qu Tong to make a self-cultivation stove for my lost memories, in order to help me recover my lost memories."

"But in the end, I found out that my past life has been changed by Shuang Quan, and Qu Tong is not my sister, so where should I go after I go back?"

"My great-grandfather and grandpa were all hunted down because of the Eight Wonders, and I am the only one left in this line."

Emiya Shirou realized that he had touched the opponent's scar, and lowered his head slightly and said, "Sorry."

"Don't always be sorry." Ma Xianhong stopped what he was doing and looked at Emiya Shirou and said, "For me now, I have already accepted all this, and your side is no easier than mine."

"Well, then I'll go back and pack my luggage." Emiya Shirou nodded and said, "See you later."

At the moment when Emiya Shirou was about to step out of the door, Ma Xianhong shouted: "Do you have a dream? Emiya Shirou."

Emiya Shirou was a little surprised, but he turned his head and answered seriously, saying, "I want to be a partner of justice."

"A partner of justice? Really good." Ma Xianhong nodded, and said: "My ideal is to eliminate the gap between aliens and ordinary people, so that there is no discrimination in education."

"Before, an inheritor of the Eight Wonders named Wang Ye said that I have a humble life, and the people I want are too big to afford my own ambitions."

"But I don't think so. It's up to people to make things happen, and it's up to God to plan things. If everything is influenced by fate and is destined by God, then what's the point?"

"My memories can be false, but my dreams are always real!"

Emiya Shirou didn't understand why Ma Xianhong suddenly brought up his dream. When Ma Xianhong first came, he often sat on rocks or roofs and stared at the starry sky in a daze. He didn't know what he was thinking. At that time, he seemed like a whirlpool of nothingness.

But now, for the first time in several months, he saw such a shining light in Ma Xianhong's eyes, as if a raging flame was burning.

"Hehe, just pretend I'm talking to myself." Ma Xianhong waved his hand and continued to start his next job, "Go back and clean up."

"Thank you." Emiya Shirou turned and left. A long sword with a scabbard hanging from the wall flew into his hand. It was the first magic weapon he made himself. He put it on his back and closed the refining weapon. room door.

(End of this chapter)