I'm just a soldier, why should I fight you in a duel?

The weather was very good, and the weather was very good.

The sky was clear and the sun was shining.

This was the warmest moment of the day.

The dazzling sunlight temporarily melted the ice and snow.

The water flow gathered into small puddles, mixed with ice, snow and mud, making the road look a little muddy.

A carriage drove slowly, splashing a lot of mud and water.

A dozen men in uniform followed behind the carriage.

Suddenly, the sound of several clothes breaking in the wind was heard, and three figures appeared in front of the carriage in an instant.

The leader had a black cloth on his face and held an ink painting fan in his hand.

"Who is it!"

The men guarding the convoy drew their long swords from their waists and rode their tall horses to the front of the carriage.

Just as the robber was about to speak, the curtain on the carriage was lifted.

A girl with short hair frowned and curiously poked her head out.

Her clear eyes were very smart, as if she wanted to see through the face of the robber under the black cloth.

After looking for a while, for some reason, the girl actually laughed.

"Brother!"

"Stop it!"

Su Qiuyue's little face showed a pair of shallow dimples, and she quickly leaned out and waved.

"Boring!"

Su Chaoyang took off the black cloth on his face, put the fan on his waist, and strode towards the carriage.

Although he said it was boring, his face was full of smiles and love.

"Young Master!"

"Young Master!"

Su Chaoyang waved his hand, and the guards returned to their positions.

"How dare you, little girl?"

After getting in the car, Su Chaoyang pinched his sister's face.

"You're asking for your life!"

"If my brother can come, why can't I!"

Su Qiuyue broke away from her brother's hand, her pretty face flushed, and said unconvinced.

"Alright, alright!"

"Let's not talk about this for now!"

Su Chaoyang leaned lazily on the seat, picked up a grape from the fruit plate and put it in his mouth.

"Nothing has happened in the Immortal Palace recently, right?"

When Su Qiuyue heard that her brother was no longer talking about this, the displeasure on her face was immediately swept away, and she was replaced by the smiling look just now.

"What can happen!"

"Everything is fine!"

Su Chaoyang slowly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and the corners of his lips slightly lifted, and he rubbed Su Qiuyue's face nervously again.

"Brother, you seem different from before!"

Su Qiuyue quickly poured a cup of hot tea for her brother.

"What's different?"

Su Chaoyang touched his chin, a trace of panic in his eyes.

This is his sister, they grew up together, I don't know if she saw any clues.

After a long time,

Su Qiuyue pursed her lips and said very seriously.

"You've lost weight!"

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"Good weapon, really good weapon!"

Wei Yuan carried the halberd and walked into the yard with a proud look on his face, followed by the Zhang brothers.

Zhu Mang, who was sitting cross-legged on the iron box, smiled, knocked the pipe back into his arms.

"Okay! Don't flatter me, let's talk about something practical first."

As he said, he stretched out his hand to Wei Yuan.

"Since you have already inspected the goods, I should inspect yours as well."

"Our old rule is to pay for each weapon you make."

"Okay, okay!"

Wei Yuan smiled heartily and threw the Tiger-devouring Halberd to Zhang Bao behind him.

"I wonder how much silver it will take to make this weapon."

Zhu Mang said without hesitation.

"Ten thousand taels!"

Before, when he was alone in the courtyard, he had already calculated how many taels of silver he should receive for this business.

The pupils of Zhang Biao and Zhang Bao shrank at the same time.

Ten thousand taels?

Even if they were sold, they couldn't get that much silver.

"Okay!"

Wei Yuan quickly took out a stack of silver bills with a face value of one thousand taels from his arms and handed them over.

"Not bad!"

Zhu Mang nodded, and began to count them after his fingers touched the saliva from his lips.

"You are a straightforward guy, you will achieve great things in the future!"

Wei Yuan bowed.

"It's not that I am straightforward, but that Mr. Zhu's craftsmanship is worth this price!"

Zhu Mang counted it correctly, stood up, and put it in his big iron box.

He patted Wei Yuan's shoulder with satisfaction.

"Don't look at the high fee, but it is definitely worth it!"

"If you can sell this halberd, it can be sold for at least 100,000 taels of silver."

"I only charge one-tenth of the lowest price, which is fair!"

100,000 taels?

Wei Yuan was shocked.

Good guy!

The equipment of Wei's army is only about 150,000 taels.

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Unexpectedly, this halberd is so valuable. Wei Yuan suddenly had an idea in his mind.

His eyes looking at Zhu Mang became more and more fiery.

"Boy, don't think about it!"

Zhu Mang gently kicked the iron box to make a sound.

"Do you want to keep me in your military mansion to make money for you to cast weapons?"

"Old Zhu is really a wise man!"

Wei Yuan said with a fist.

Zhu Mang shook his head disdainfully.

"I don't want to be constrained by others. You kid should not be so delusional."

"Wei understands!"

"It's just a thought in my mind, just for fun!"

"Old Zhu has been wandering around for so many years and has not been able to keep anyone here. I think he must have something extraordinary."

"Why should Wei make trouble for himself?"

"It would be bad if it hurts our friendship!"

Zhu Mang raised his eyebrows and pointed at Wei Yuan and smiled.

"You are a good climber, kid. We have only known each other for two days. How can we be friends?"

Wei Yuan sighed helplessly and shook his head pretending to be sad.

"Mr. Zhu is really a forgetful person."

"At least I saved you once!"

Zhu Mang's smile froze, and he immediately remembered the scene of being chased on the official road. He couldn't help but blush and nodded.

"I, Zhu Mang, recognize you as my friend."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I am serious!"

"Okay!"

Wei Yuan took the spears from the Zhang brothers and walked over, smiling.

"My two brothers are soldiers who have cultivated the wheel of death. It is inevitable that they are not convenient to use the standard spears in the army."

"Take a look at them. If it is convenient, help them to recast them."

"Price is not a problem."

Zhu Mang came back to his senses and pointed at Wei Yuan with a wry smile.

"You kid, you're waiting for me here!"

"Just say it directly, why beat around the bush!"

"Whatever!"

Zhu Mang grabbed the two spears and glanced at them casually.

"I usually don't forge such low-level evil weapons, but today I'm breaking the rules."

"But let me make it clear first, these are the only two. I won't make more."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhu!"

At this moment, Wei Yuan felt more and more that Zhao Wancai's saying that he had a weird temper was just a rumor.

"What is your cultivation level?"

Zhu Mang stroked the evil weapon spear in his hand and asked without raising his head.

"My brother and I have both forged a evil wheel." Zhang Bao answered first.

After a while,

Zhu Mang threw the two spears on the forging table with a little disdain and said.

"The spear can't bear the materials of gray-level monsters, and you can't use them either."

"I remember there are still a lot of bones and teeth of white-level monsters in the inner storehouse, right?"

"Go and get them for me."

Just as the two brothers were about to look at Wei Yuan, they heard him speak.

"Bring them all, or there won't be enough when the time comes."

A moment later, the two came in carrying a pile of bones.

Zhang Biao hesitated for a while and couldn't help asking.

"I wonder how much silver Mr. Zhu needs for this casting?"

Zhu Mang took out a fire crystal from the iron box, broke off a quarter and threw it into the furnace, and yawned sleepily.

"The silver is too little, and there is no point in earning it."

"Forging this kind of garbage is also dirty."

"Let's do this."

"You two come and swing the hammer for me, and I won't take the silver."

"With my guidance and the skeletons of those white-level demons, even a pig can forge a weapon that is several times stronger than this standard spear!"

The two men's eyes lit up!

"Okay, Mr. Zhu, don't worry, my two brothers have nothing but strength!"

Zhu Mang sat on the iron box, took out the pipe from his arms, and took a puff.

"You two put the spears down and throw them into the furnace, and put the two skulls in after a quarter of an hour."

"Call me again in half an hour, I'll take a nap first."

As he said that, he slid down and sat on the ground, leaning against the iron box and fell asleep.