Chapter 31 Two-in-one [with thanks to 10,000 reviews...
The fully automated production line worked day and night and soon produced enough storage bags to deliver to Yijianmen.
After checking the storage bags one by one and making sure there were no omissions, Yan Luoyue began the preliminary preparations.
She swallowed the aging pill, put on a black cloak, and used the communication stone to contact the manager of Yijianmen, and went to keep the appointment with Yijianmen.
Besides, Yan Luoyue did not forget to ask for leave from the school in advance.
The key is this, this is the most crucial and important thing, it can determine whether she can make all the money from this order or not, it is a matter of great importance and whether she will be fined.
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Since the manager of Yijianmen placed the order, he has been keeping a close eye on the movement of the communication stone.
When she received the news from Yan Luoyue today, she immediately beamed with joy and went out to greet her.
The aloof swordsman was delighted and excited to receive this batch of customized sword storage bags.
The custom storage bag is printed with the sword image, so that disciples can carry it with them and visualize it at any time.
Such a good storage bag, but the price is only slightly higher than the standard storage bag.
Whether that secret weapon maker made any profit or not is beyond my control.
She just thought that their Yijian Sect would definitely not suffer a loss this time!
But as the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole.
As soon as the Yijian Sect manager took action, the leading monk who was paying close attention to the Yijian Sect immediately got the news.
If there were any other choice, he actually didn't want to do this, to do something similar to monitoring Yijianmen.
After all, the sword-cultivating sect is not easy to mess with.
But the leader monk was really poor and had no idea what to do.
The grasshopper tribe is really too lively. Moreover, the insect monster tribe has wings, and when they grow up, they can fly freely to all corners of the world.
Trying to find a specific "Yan Ercao" among the locusts is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.
Due to a variety of complex factors, the chief monk has not yet discovered the true identity of this mysterious weapon refiner.
The chief monk: "..."
In desperation, he had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and start with Yi Jian Sect.
The instrument maker went to great lengths to get this order, so he will definitely not fail to deliver the goods.
As expected, as soon as the Yijian Sect's manager left the house today, the chief monk received relevant information.
He had learned from the last time when he was intercepted at the critical moment, so in addition to ordering his men to make corresponding arrangements, he also sent people to stake out and track the movements of the beautiful woman.
Knowing that the other party did not go out today, the leader was completely relieved.
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The manager sent by Yijianmen to deliver the goods was very efficient.
This heroic, tall and long-legged swordsman randomly pulled one out from the pile of storage bags. She didn't even reach into the bag to check the capacity, but just kept exclaiming at the words printed on it.
"Great, that's great, this is exactly what we wanted, it's so satisfying!"
Without saying a word, she settled the balance with Yan Luoyue, and even enthusiastically and proactively reimbursed Yan Luoyue for the transportation costs.
This is a good party A: he signs the contract promptly, pays promptly, and doesn't complain when inspecting the product.
It's simply the dream of all workers, okay?
To be honest, when Yan Luoyue took the spirit stones handed over by the other party, he was even a little moved.
To be honest, Mr. Jiang's poverty left such a deep impression on Yan Luoyue that before this business deal, she had never even thought about earning money from the swordsman.
——Who would have thought that swordsmen are actually rich? !
Seeing the sword intent for the first time, the steward was obviously very excited.
If Yan Luoyue was not wrapped in a black cloak, giving off a sense of "no strangers allowed", she might have taken Yan Luoyue's hand and pulled her to spin in circles happily.
Yes, the happiness of a swordsman is so plain and simple.
The manager said sincerely: "If there is such an opportunity for cooperation again, please consider our Yijianmen as soon as possible."
Yan Luoyue nodded, unable to suppress her curiosity.
"Well, I'm just asking... the travel expenses reimbursed to me, is it public funds or...?"
The swordsman's eyes widened in surprise.
"Of course it was public funds!" she said firmly, "I am ashamed to say that I am sorry for my beloved sword. I can't even afford to buy it facial oil this month, so how can I get the travel expenses reimbursed?"
Yan Luoyue: “…”
He loves swords, is poor, and treats swords as his wives. He also buys his wives facial oil every month!
I feel like there are more stereotypes about sword cultivators.
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After bidding farewell to the swordsman lady, Yan Luoyue quickly noticed something unusual on the way back.
She looked around and saw that the sky was still as blue and the wind was still as gentle.
...But that familiar feeling of hair on my back, why does it remind me of the time when I was killing monsters in the wild area and the enemy guild was squatting and guarding my body?
Well, at this moment, the only one who would pay attention to her transaction with Yijianmen is probably the Lu clan.
Although it was not unusual for her to be targeted like this, she was still not sure whether something was really going on or she was just overly cautious.
But after a little thought, Yan Luoyue not only sped up his pace, but also slowed down his pace.
At that time, Yan Luoyue's hand was silently reaching into his sleeve pocket.
She was ready before the delivery.
At this moment, Yan Luoyue held a communication stone in his left hand, and as long as the situation changed, he could launch a "Didi Dajiang" at any time and anywhere.
——Important thing, for this moment, even the notification tone of the communication stone was changed by Yan Luoyue to "Do you have any new orders? Please check it in time"!
As long as these people showed the slightest threat, or even as long as they showed up, Yan Luoyue would have a reason to send a message to Jiang Tingbai.
In Luoyue's right hand, she held the new toy that she had just refined yesterday.
The heart stone was originally used to form a bond between a couple and allow the wearer to live and die together. However, Yan Luoyue forcibly used quenching to erase the "death" attribute, leaving only the effect of "proportional change in health points".
To explain it simply, it means that for every 1% of health that Yan Luoyue loses, the opponent will also lose 1% of health; for every 50% of health that Yan Luoyue loses, the opponent will also lose 50% of health.
Her initial health points were only 10, and even if all the points added by her equipment were taken into account, her health barely broke the 100 mark.
Generally speaking, the health points of a cultivator who has reached the level of Qi Refining start at at least a thousand.
For example, some physical cultivators or sword cultivators with extremely strong physiques may number nearly ten thousand.
In other words, once tied to this equipment, the opponent would go from being alive and kicking to being on the verge of death just a matter of Yan Luoyue spitting.
Because this equipment has the unique property of "binding the health ratio of two people together and forcibly cutting the opponent's health".
The operation is like "mixing the wages of workers and the rich together to calculate the average, and forcibly raising the qualified income standard".
Therefore, Yan Luoyue named this equipment - "The average assets of Ma ○ and I are 100 billion."
Noticing that Yanluoyue's speed was slowing down, some of his men lost their patience and were about to jump out on the spot.
But before I could blink, the chief monk noticed his movement and held the man down in time.
"……grown ups?"
The chief monk shook his head slightly.
He stared at the black-robed figure not far away and narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
The chief monk confirmed that the place was in the wilderness and apart from his own people and the weapon refiner, there were no third parties involved.
The last time they met at the city gate, he had discovered that this weapon refiner's skills were also mediocre.
Logically speaking, catching this weapon refiner should be an easy task.
But for some reason, a sense of danger loomed in the heart of the leader monk, making him feel that something was wrong.
Although there was no actual evidence, the chief monk still smelled something fishy based on his years of experience.
He always felt that there seemed to be something unsettling hidden behind this instrument maker.
If Yan Luoyue could hear the chief monk's inner thoughts, he would tell him sincerely: That kind of thing is probably just the temperament of wanting to fish and enforce the law.
Not knowing why the other party didn't take the bait, Yan Luoyue deliberately slowed down and walked leisurely.
On the way, she walked and stopped, and even lowered her head to pick up stones from time to time. Her defenseless back was almost written with the words "I am a little fat sheep, come and slaughter me" in large letters.
The subordinates saw this and scratched their ears and cheeks, extremely anxious, not understanding why the leader monk was not taking any action.
However, the leader monk's expression had silently darkened.
He was now certain that the other party must have discovered his surveillance through some means.
In this situation, the other party actually dared to slow down. This person is either bold by nature and bet that he is cautious and unwilling to take action; or he is retreating to advance and deliberately luring others into a trap.
"...Wait, don't act rashly." The leading monk squeezed out a word from between his teeth.
Soon, the leader monk's idea was confirmed.
He saw with his own eyes that while they had been motionless, the little grasshopper actually walked back a distance on purpose!
The subordinates were already dumbfounded: "Sir, he, he is provoking me!"
The leader took a deep breath and said, "Yes, so we won't be fooled by him."
Having said this, a hint of mockery appeared in the leader's eyes.
Do you expect him to take the bait just by provoking him?
After all, he is a young man. If he wants to compete with him in patience, this weapon maker is still far from it.
Just when the leader was mentally prepared to ignore whatever the other party did next, the man in the cloak suddenly moved.
The weapon refiner first took out two speed talismans from his storage bag and stuck them on his left and right legs respectively.
He then took out a strange-looking mask with a protruding mouth and nose and eyes inlaid with crystal pieces from his storage bag and put it on his face under the shadow of the hood.
The instrument maker said, "You have decided not to come out, have you?"
The weaponsmith then asked, "Have you ever experienced the fear of being dominated by a weasel?"
Looking at this series of preparatory actions, the leader suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
"…Don't wait, catch him!"
As it turned out, this order was given too late.
Because in the next second after putting on the mask, the instrument master moved without hesitation.
The man in the fighting cloak held four palm-shaped thunders between his fingers, and threw them forward and left and right at the same time, causing everything to explode in all directions!
If it was just an ordinary palm/heart thunder, although it would be more powerful and more troublesome to deal with, the leader monk would not be afraid of it.
But Guidao, the weapon refiner, made some modifications to his palm/heart thunder.
This palm/heart thunder fell to the ground, but there was neither an explosion nor a fire.
Only the thick turmeric-colored smoke quickly filled the vision of everyone present.
What is more frightening than the smoke is the strong and foul stench that goes straight to the sky with just a sniff!
How can I describe this taste?
It's like gathering together the socks of eight hundred grimacing men who haven't washed their toes for a month and condensing them into a small ball the size of a fingernail;
It was like the first burp you let out when you fell into a toilet and almost choked to death and were rescued to shore.
Under such a strong smell, everyone was choked to tears. Not to mention catching the culprit, they even lost the ability to resist.
Among all the people, only the leader monk has the highest cultivation level and his situation is slightly better.
He was sobbing and gnashing his teeth.
The experienced and steady leader monk was so horrified by the stench that he lost all his composure.
"Good boy - ugh - don't let me catch you - ugh - I will definitely catch you - ugh!!"
Yan Luoyue put on a gas mask and quickly ran out of the stink bomb area, vaguely hearing the movement of Bei.
Sure enough, her feeling was not wrong, there was indeed someone following her.
According to Yan Luoyue's conservative estimate, it would take at least ten hours for the smell to dissipate.
In view of the fact that the emergency had been resolved and the taste was so intoxicating, Yan Luoyue hesitated for a moment and still did not connect with the "Didi Dajiang" app.
After all, these people didn't have time to take any substantive action.
Even if they were caught red-handed, they would use the excuse that the place was not owned by Yan Luoyue's family and they were just passing by.
Jiang Tingbai has always been an upright person. He will not use force to force others before he has the final say.
Moreover, Yan Luoyue always felt that if she called Mr. Jiang over at this time, her image would become very strange...
Behind Yan Luoyue, the foul-smelling fog still emitted intermittent shouting.
"--Grasshopper--boy--I remember--"
This way of speaking was so unique that it instantly reminded Yan Luoyue of the Great Elder.
Yan Luoyue smiled secretly, and laughed very lightly: Hey, I wonder if this counts as "the whole world is learning the turtle language"?
However, after what happened today, I believe that the fishing enforcement law will be successful the next time we meet.
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The chief monk finally (thought he) understood everything.
There is no such thing as playing hard to get or luring people into a trap.
All the pretense that the weapon refiner had put on before was just for the sake of escaping immediately.
He thought that this weapon refiner had no trump cards at all.
The next time they meet, he will cut this guy into pieces, pull out his tendons, peel off his skin, smash his bones into pieces, and throw him into the stinkiest toilet in the world!!!
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This day was destined to be unforgettable for the chief monk and his men.
By the time the nauseating stench finally faded away, everyone was already half dead from the stink.
The men worked in pairs, supporting each other, and rushed into the nearest water source with their dysfunctional noses and smelly bodies.
After soaking in the water for about an hour, everyone smelled each other and thought that everything should be fine.
However, on their way back, one of their men was shocked to find that a stranger had squeezed into their team with a familiar look on his face.
"Wait, who is it? Why are you following us?"
The stranger was visibly startled: "Ah? Aren't we a tribe?"
Everyone looked at each other, all puzzled.
The chief monk stepped out from the crowd and said, "From what I heard... is it a demon race?"
The man nodded: "Yes."
The chief monk narrowed his eyes and said, "Insect demon race?"
The man nodded again: "Yes."
At this moment, a dark figure appeared in almost everyone's mind.
The chief monk raised his lips and smiled wickedly: "Oh, what kind of monster is that?"
Under his sleeves, the ruler and magic tool for distinguishing the real from the fake was ready to be used.
The stranger blinked in confusion, but still replied in a friendly voice: "I am a dung shell demon."
Everyone: “…”
The ruler and square instruments emitted a great white light, proving that what he said was true.
One of the subordinates asked incoherently, trembling all over, "You are a dung-shell demon, what are you doing with us?"
The stranger scratched his head and said, "Sorry, I heard it wrong... Hey, I thought we were a tribe at first."
Everyone: “…”
After watching the stranger go away, the subordinates turned to their leader for instructions.
The leader closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he ordered, "Turn around and go back to the pond. We'll continue soaking in the water."
The second time, they soaked in the water for two hours.
Before leaving, they made sure neither of them smelled anything.
This time, their return journey was very smooth, and they did not encounter any evil men who came up to them and wanted to get close to them and call them brothers.
The only small episode was that they attracted no less than five packs of wild dogs on the road, and each dog had a string of shiny drool hanging from the corner of its mouth.
Everyone: “…”
The subordinate asked cautiously: "Sir, we are now..."
"Go back and take a bath!" the chief monk replied stutteringly.
This time, they bathed until the moon was at its highest point in the sky.
Such whispers were circulating among his men.
"Tell me, is that little bastard weaponsmith from the Grasshopper tribe asleep?"
"I don't fucking know if he's asleep or not, but I can't fucking sleep!"
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Yan Luoyue was of course asleep.
Not only did she eat her fill and sleep soundly, she also had a dream!
For some reason, Yan Luoyue dreamed of the little snake again.
At the beginning, Yan Luoyue dreamed of a vast grassland.
Against a large screen background that looked like Maou, the pixel balls were bouncing lively on the spot.
The logic that dreams follow is that there is no logic.
Yan Luoyue realized at the first moment that these dumplings were exactly the fish balls she had eaten for dinner today.
What was she trying to do by spilling so many fish balls on the ground?
Oh...yeah, she wants to feed the snake, right?
Almost at the moment when this thought came to his mind, Yan Luoyue turned his head away as if he understood something.
I saw a small emerald green snake swimming in, swaying its head and tail.
The scene in the dream changed, and Yan Luoyue suddenly stood outside the screen.
She held her face with her hands, her eyes sparkling with stars, and watched the little green snake swallowing the dumplings on the screen without blinking.
Although the little green snake is small in size, it is very ferocious. It ate the fish balls very savagely and soon ate itself into the shape of a candied haws.
Yan Luoyue watched it carefully at first, but after a short while, she couldn't help but reach out her hand and frequently adjust the position of the little snake.
"No, this is not the way to eat this dumpling."
"Oh, this is not the way to go."
"Be good and listen to me. Just turn at right angles!"
Faced with Yan Luoyue's operations, the little green snake was obviously very confused.
It repeatedly spit out pink little tongues and stretched its head out of the screen to make eye contact with Yan Luoyue.
Snake's eyes are like two shining pure black gems.
But at that moment, its quiet black eyes reflected Yan Luoyue's shadow, and its small eyes flashed with a puzzled light.
The tip of the little green snake's tail swayed back and forth elastically, as if asking Yan Luoyue - why?
Why not let it do a 180-degree turn?
"We have to make a right-angle turn." The dreamy Yan Luoyue patiently explained to the snake, "Because if we don't make a right-angle turn, we won't be playing the snake game anymore!"
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The little green snake blinked twice, turned its head and went back to the screen. Yan Luoyue didn't know whether it understood or not.
Just as the little snake was about to eat the next fish ball, the face of the leading monk suddenly appeared on the lawn!
The ground bulged up into a mound, and fish balls rolled everywhere.
The little snake stretched its body and tried to get out of the screen, but the leading monk smiled and took out a storage bag and put it on its head!
"Let it go!"
Meng Yanluo stood up under the moon and reached out to save the little green snake.
This time, no matter how hard she tried, she only touched the cold LCD screen, and her fingers could never penetrate into the world behind the screen.
Yan Luoyue was so anxious that her feet were flailing around, her arms were waving back and forth, and she punched the LCD screen with a series of turtle punches on the spot.
"--ah!"
The posture of this Turtle Fist was too exaggerated. Yan Luoyue punched the railing of the crib and finally woke himself up from his dream.
Yan Luoyue sat up, still feeling a lingering fear.
She had heard a saying that the nature of dreams is to first fragment the subconscious and then reassemble it.
Well, was it because she had heard rumors about the Lu family before, knowing that they were buying poisons, and were followed by the chief monk when delivering the goods today... Did all the fragments come together to form this dream?
No matter what, Yan Luoyue couldn't sleep for a short time.
She thought about it, got up from the bed, put on her clothes and went to the yard.
In the hospital, on the assembly line that runs day and night, the refining furnaces that have been modified are emitting a steady white noise of mechanical processing.
There was a flash of light on the conveyor belt, and sheathed swords were piled in the corner like firewood.
Each sword carries with it a chilling chill, proving that they are not things to be taken lightly.
There are even hundreds of weapons in the market, all arranged in such an orderly manner that they seem to have been printed from the same mold.
They were orderly and had reached a certain state. Yan Luoyue looked at them and seemed to feel a kind of joy like a soldier.
Yan Luoyue drew out the sword, placed his hand lightly on Qingfeng, and calmly absorbed the sharp sword light it emitted.
This is certainly not the best sword that Yan Luoyue has ever forged.
But they are swords powerful enough to defeat the Lu clan.
There is a sword in the world that is powerful enough to pierce the enemy's flesh.
That is a sword like Mr. Jiang's, belonging to sword practitioners.
But besides this sword, there are other kinds of swords in the world.
This sword can break the roots of clans and forcibly break the monopolized market order.
And this is Yan Luoyue's sword.