My brother Ying Zheng, who dares to kill me?.

Chapter 967: I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense! The magic after the disenchantment is even more magical!

Ying Chengjiao looked at Ying Zheng in shock and asked, "Brother is a god?!"

Ying Zheng asked with a smile: "Do you still want to deceive me?"

Ying Chengjiao shook his head repeatedly and said, "I am not deceiving you, brother. If I were really a god, I would not hide such a happy event from you, brother."

"But how did I become a god?!"

I was deified, but I was the last one to know it?

Is this reasonable?

Ying Zheng said as a matter of course: "Zheng Xian and other immortals all said that although I am a mortal, I have already assumed the position of a god."

"Although Zheng Xian is a true immortal, he is willing to be my servant and follow my orders."

"If I were not a god, how could I do this?"

Ying Chengjiao asked back, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "To this day, do you still think Zheng Anqi is an immortal?"

Ying Zheng did not answer.

Or perhaps Ying Zheng thought he didn't need to answer this question, so he just opened a drawer and took out a somewhat shriveled date.

Once the evidence is out, silence is better than words!
Ying Chengjiao explained helplessly but seriously: "Zheng Anqi and others are nothing but swindlers."

"I have never exposed them. I just want to win the hearts of the people of Qin by claiming that the immortals have returned to Qin."

"The dates in your hand may look like immortal dates, but they are just the result of Zheng Anqi's clan using the wood grafting technique to graft different types of date trees into one, after hundreds of years of selection!"

"This technique can not only produce large dates, but can also cultivate larger pears, sweeter changchu, and juicier radishes according to the needs of our Great Qin. If we study it deeply enough, we can even get higher yields of rice and millet per acre!"

"When Zheng Anqi and his people settle down, we will start grafting fruits and vegetables. By then, you can hold not only the so-called immortal dates, but also the so-called immortal radishes. It all depends on your will!"

Ying Chengjiao patiently explained the principle of the immortal dates, trying to convince Ying Zheng to accept that Zheng Anqi was not an immortal.

But what Ying Chengqiu never expected was that the more Ying Chengqiu spoke, the brighter Ying Zheng's eyes became, and he finally cried out, "Zheng Xian's magic can not only obtain immortal dates, but also immortal radishes, immortal changchu, and even immortal rice and immortal millet?"

"This technique is actually an immortal technique!"

Ying Chengyu:...

To be frank, I have said it in vain!
Ying Chengjiao asked weakly, "It's just a grafting technique that can be widely spread throughout the world and learned by everyone."

"The jujubes obtained by grafting are not only incapable of helping people to ascend to heaven, but also incapable of prolonging their lifespan."

"Everyone in the world believes that this jujube can revive the dead, turn bones into flesh, and help people ascend to heaven. If this jujube really has such an effect, how could Zheng Anqi not eat it first and gain longevity?"

"However, the fact is that Zheng Anqi's ancestor and great-grandfather were both named Zheng Anqi, but they have both passed away. Every one or two generations, Zheng Anqi's family would choose one person to inherit the name of Zheng Anqi and be active in the world as Zheng Anqi, so that people in the world would mistakenly believe that Zheng Anqi had never passed away!"

"Brother, do you still think this is a magical date or a magic trick?"

Ying Zheng looked at Ying Chengjiao in disbelief and asked, "Is this the truth?!"

If no one reveals the secret of immortality of the immortals, ordinary people will never be able to figure it out no matter how hard they try.

Whether it is historical records, portraits or word of mouth, they all prove that the immortals have indeed lived for hundreds or thousands of years.

Could it be possible that the Records of the Grand Historian were false?
But once this layer of window paper is broken, the truth becomes easy to understand.

Historical records cannot be falsified, but names can be falsified.

Portraits cannot be faked, but it is not difficult to pick out a descendant who looks like you among your children and grandchildren.

Ying Chengjiao immediately raised his head and nodded frantically: "Yes, yes!"

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Zheng Anqi himself!"

Ying Chengjiao's acting skills are almost zero in front of Ying Zheng's eyes.

So just by looking at the confidence and calmness in Ying Chengjiao's eyes, Ying Zheng knew that Ying Chengjiao was not lying.

Holding the dates in his hand in front of his eyes, Ying Zheng was silent for a few breaths before sighing in disappointment: "Brother, you mistakenly thought that if you find Zheng Xian, you can obtain Zheng Xian's technique of longevity and long vision."

"I never thought of it! I really never thought of it!"

"Zheng Xian is clearly an immortal, but he still uses such tricks to deceive the world!"

Ying Chengjiao stopped laughing immediately and asked in shock and speechlessness: "Brother, you already know that Zheng Anqi is deceiving the world, but you still think that Zheng Anqi is an immortal?"

Ying Zheng handed the dates in his hand to Ying Chengjiao and said in a slightly lonely tone: "People can deceive others, but things cannot."

"My brother has just said that Zheng Xian's technique can not only produce large dates, but also large fruits and vegetables, and can even increase the grain yield per acre."

"Is this technique not worthy of being called an immortal technique?"

"This technique is more worthy of being called a fairy technique than the technique of cultivating fairy dates that you imagined!"

"Can't the one who masters this art be called an immortal?"

Ying Chengjiao was speechless for a moment after hearing what Ying Zheng said.

No matter whether Zheng Anqi is a real immortal or not, if Zheng Anqi can really cultivate grains and vegetables with skyrocketing yields per mu through grafting technology, no matter what kind of grains and vegetables Zheng Anqi cultivates, as long as he can make people in the world eat more food every meal, he is a well-deserved immortal in the eyes of the people of the world! Even if Zheng Anqi passed away one day, the people of the world knew that Zheng Anqi was not a thousand-year-old immortal but just an ordinary person, and the people of the world would not despise him for this. Instead, they would worship Zheng Anqi more sincerely and help Zheng Anqi to be deified in the underworld!
Ying Zheng sighed with regret: "What a pity!"

"What a pity!"

"Even an immortal like Zheng Xian who has mastered immortal arts cannot live to be a thousand years old!"

"Zheng Xian is willing to serve as your younger brother's servant. Could it be that he is trying to learn the way to immortality from you, my younger brother?"

Ying Chengjiao's heart immediately sounded the alarm, he sat up straight and said, "I didn't do that! I didn't do that! Don't talk nonsense!"

"If I really have the secret of immortality, I will definitely ask you to practice together. How could I let an outsider take advantage of it first?!"

"The reason why Zheng Anqi treats me like this is because I captured him alive, and I am in charge of his life, so I know his background, so Zheng Anqi has no choice but to flatter me."

"The second reason is that I know the grafting technique used by Zheng Anqi's clan very well and have already guessed more and better grafting techniques. If Zheng Anqi does not become my disciple, I will spread this technique throughout the Qin Empire. By then, Zheng Anqi's reputation as an immortal will no longer exist, and he will become an ordinary commoner."

"In order to curry favor with me and to join my school without destroying their status as immortals, Zheng Anqi and other swindlers claim to be my disciples, nothing more!"

After finishing this long string of words at the speed of issuing a military order, Ying Chengjiao quickly picked up the wine cup and moistened his throat with the sweet wine.

Ying Zheng's eyes were indeed filled with surprise: "My prince, are you saying that I have mastered the magic that Zheng Xian has mastered, and that I have mastered it better than Zheng Xian?!"

Ying Chengyu:...

Ying Chengjiao nodded with difficulty and said, "That is just a grafting technique, not a magic technique."

“But that’s exactly what it means.”

Ying Zheng leaned slightly towards Ying Chengjiao and asked, "If that's the case, why did Lord Le Chen become your younger brother's servant?"

"Could it be that the nectar and elixir that Lord Lechen possesses is also known to my brother?!"

Upon hearing the term 'Qiongjiang Xianlu', Ying Chengjiao laughed: "When I first heard of Qiongjiang Xianlu, I didn't know what it was."

"When my soldiers seized a jar, I realized that it was just impure alcohol!"

Ying Zheng asked in confusion: "Alcohol?"

Ying Chengjiao did not answer but asked: "Do you know why we drink before charging into battle?"

Ying Zheng answered without hesitation: "When facing a battle, blood and strength are wasted. Drinking wine can fill the stomach and help the soldiers fight longer."

"When good wine enters the stomach and the intoxication rises, it can inspire a courage to fight and suppress the fear of death."

"Moreover, wars often break out in autumn and winter. Drinking alcohol can invigorate the blood and help soldiers better withstand the cold."

Unless the battle situation was extremely bad, pre-battle drinking basically only occurred in the vanguard camp.

The equipment of the first warriors are relatively simple, and their daily meals are barely enough to fill them. They need a bowl of wine to provide them with energy and calories so that they can fight longer.

Moreover, the generals in the army do not need the brave warriors to have too much thinking and wisdom, they just need them to have the strength and courage to charge forward.

Soldiers who are slightly drunk are the best candidates for death!
Ying Chengjiao nodded and said, "Brother, what you said is very true!"

“The so-called alcohol means to take the essence of wine.”

"The wine you and I drink everyday has more water than wine, and it also contains a lot of impurities."

"Le Chen used a device to roast ordinary liquor with fire and cool it with water, so he could discard the dregs and remove the water, leaving the liquor."

"One bowl is equivalent to five or even ten bowls!"

"After the soldiers drank this wine, they became more excited. The wine numbed their brains and skin, making it difficult for them to feel minor injuries and pains. They were naturally more courageous in fighting. In addition, the immortals' blessing and immortal dew in their stomachs gave them unparalleled encouragement and motivation, and they naturally became better at fighting."

People who have never drunk strong liquor, or even have never drunk alcohol, directly downed two taels of strong liquor in one gulp, and someone behind him shouted: You are blessed, go and send it off!
With the combination of drunkenness and psychological suggestion, his instantaneous burst of fighting power will surely be more fierce than usual!
Ying Zheng was stunned when he heard this: "Is the nectar just another kind of wine?"

"Lord Lechen's magic is nothing more than a wine-making technique?!"

Ying Chengjiao shook his head and said, "That's not the case."

"The technology that Le Chen mastered is not brewing, I call it distilling!"

"It's just that the Lechen people's grasp of this technique is still very superficial, and they can't fully display the subtlety of this technique."

"I have sent someone to the south to Chu to look for Eucommia ulmoides glue, and I have also taught Lechen the method of practicing diligently."

"If Le Chen can learn the technique I taught you, he can make real alcohol!"

As he spoke, Ying Chengjiao became more excited: "Real alcohol is not just drinkable."

"It can also prevent the wound from getting carbuncle-prone. Combined with the suturing technique, I wonder how many lives this can save!"

"In other words, the suturing technique combined with high levels of alcohol is the real life-saving medical technique!"

As much as Ying Chengjiao despised immortals in the past, he now loves them as much as he does now.

These technical talents are really good!

(End of this chapter)