God Soldier Atlas

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Yin Wuyou sat on the couch with his legs wrapped in a blanket.

She put her chin on her knees, and the smile on her face could not be restrained.

"Haitang, did you hear that? He said he wanted to cast a special weapon for me."

Haitang rolled his eyes, my princess, are you short of weapons?

What you are using now is a local-grade weapon. Your Majesty is helping you order a natural-grade weapon!

Zhou-Lord Hou, he can only cast yellow-grade weapons now, is it worthy of you?

"You do not understand!"

Seeing Haitang did not respond, Yin Wuyou shook his head firmly.

"Begonia, help me dress up! I'm going to see the emperor! He is now a soldier casting division, and he has to have other casting divisions!"

In the imperial study room, Emperor Yuan Feng suddenly sneezed, then shivered.

Suddenly there was a bad feeling in his heart, and his whole body was a little cold.

...

Before being discovered by Emperor Yuan Feng, Zhou Shu secretly left the palace.

No, I didn't steal or rob him. Why was he afraid of him?

Just because he is the emperor old man?

I'm not afraid of being the emperor!

I didn't steal the stone from the palace this day!

Zhou Shu straightened up, but I didn't know why, but he always felt a little guilty in his heart.

Even though the stone refinement was taken away by Yin Changhao at the beginning, people also gave money, and there was a lot of money...

Now it's back...

"I have done meritorious service for the country. I take a piece of heavenly stone, as I deserve it."

Zhou Shu said to himself.

He put away the Heavenly Refining Stone. With this Heavenly Refining Stone, he won't have to worry anymore.

In casting the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword, he had already used the Heavenly Refining Stones given by Mifu seven or eighty eight, and wasted a lot in the process. After all, it was the first time he had cast his own soldiers, and he had taken some wrong paths in the process.

Although it is said that there is a vein of smelting stone in Mifu, I don't have the surname Mi after all, and it is difficult to always ask someone for it.

As for buying, Zhou Shu doesn't have so much spare money.

After sealing the Hou, other benefits have not been seen for the time being, and the cost has increased visibly.

The sudden increase in the number of servants in the house, the sudden increase in human relations, etc., all have to spend money.

Among other things, the cost of the various materials consumed for casting this Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword alone has exceeded a thousand taels of gold!

Originally, it would not cost so much to cast a yellow weapon.

After all, the market price of yellow-grade weapons is no more than that. Ordinary yellow-grade weapons or even a hundred taels of gold can be bought.

It’s just that Zhou Shu cast it for the first time, wasting a lot of materials, and forget about other materials. Today, stone making, one or two, are very valuable!

"That guy Sun Gongping is from the Moonlight Clan, and his pocket is cleaner than his face, but even if he is not from the Moonlight Clan, and he only relies on salary, he wants to save a thousand taels of gold, it is estimated that it will take a hundred years."

Zhou Shu muttered.

After coming out of the palace, he did not return to his Youzhou Hall, but walked to Weiyuan Hall.

Yin Wuyou woke up, and he didn't know if Sun Gongping was awake now.

Whether he was awake or not, Zhou Shu planned to send him the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword first.

In any case, Sun Gongping was also injured this time to save him, and the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword originally agreed to Sun Gongping.

Weiyuan Hou Ye is a middle-aged man who looks forty or fifty years old and is a little blessed. He has a gentle smile on his face, not at all like the fierce fighter who used to be on the battlefield.

He was very enthusiastic after seeing Zhou Shu, and did not blame Zhou Shu for Sun Gongping's injury.

"Inuzi's injury, as well as Lao Zhou and Hou Ye remember."

Wei Yuan waited for greetings, and was full of emotion in his heart. The young man in front of him was a few years younger than his own kid, but he was already on the same level as himself.

This person is really incomparable with people.

"Master Zhouhou, you and Ziwen are the brothers of worship, that is the brother of the inner son, and they are not outsiders..."

Weiyuan Hou Ye said.

Zhou Shu awkwardly arched his hands at the beautiful lady next to Weiyuan Houye who seemed to be in her early thirties, "I have seen Madam——"

He really couldn't call out this sister.

It's really sister, it feels like taking advantage of others...

Mrs. Weiyuanhou, Yonziwen's sister, didn't care about Zhou Shu's name.

"It's all from my own family, don't need to be polite."

She smiled and said, "Fair and stubborn, you, an uncle, usually teach him more. If he can be like you, then my wife and I don't have to worry about it."

Zhou Shu is not accustomed to such short chats among parents, and responds slightly embarrassingly.

"Master Hou, Madam, I am here this time, first to see how Sun Gongping's injury is now, and second, to give him a sword."

Zhou Shuyan returned to preaching, and if he keeps talking nonsense with them, I'm afraid he will be able to talk until tomorrow.

"His injury has been stabilized, and after a period of recuperation, he will almost wake up. This time he is a blessing in disguise, and he has directly stepped into the sixth rank of martial arts cultivation. I originally thought that he had come to this point. , It will take a year and a half of training."

Wei Yuanhou said that he had high hopes for Sun Gongping, otherwise he would not suppress Sun Gongping for so many years, in order to let Sun Gongping lay a solid foundation.

Now when it’s time to harvest, naturally the faster the cultivation base grows, the better.

"Send sword? Brother, what are you—"

Mrs. Wei Yuanhou looked at the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword in Zhou Shu's hand.

"It's like this. I was just looking for a custom-made weapon before. I have been casting it. Then there was an accident in the middle. Madam, you know, so until today, this sword was cast."

Zhou Shu explained, "Even though Fairness hasn't woken up yet, I think that this sword should be delivered first. When he wakes up, he might be happier to see the sword the first time he wakes up."

"This kid, where does he get the money to buy a sword?"

Wei Yuanhou muttered.

Madam Wei Yuanhou glared at him, don't you understand?

This is my lady's maiden brother taking care of his nephew!

Madam Weiyuan Hou smiled and took the sword from Zhou Shu, "It's really hard work, brother, don't you just give me money? I made you spend money on my brother, and my sister won't be polite to you, but you can rest assured that my sister will not let you. You suffer!"

Mrs. Wei Yuanhou took Zhou Shu's hand and patted it.

Zhou Shu glanced at Wei Yuanhou subconsciously. Wei Yuanhou's face was inconvenient, as stable as Mount Tai.

He took his hand back quietly. Although you look like an international chapter, eldest sister, this is really inappropriate...

"Brother, you sealed the marquise before, and my sister was taking care of fairness, and she didn't care about giving you a gift."

Mrs. Weiyuan Hou didn't care about Zhou Shu's small actions, and continued, "Well, let's do it, my sister has a few shops in Dongshi, and I will give it to you."

Zhou Shu was shocked, what you said won't let me suffer, that's it?

Really deserved to be Miss Mifu, the shot is too lavish.

Dongshi is the commercial district of Chang'an City. The several facades there are worth a lot of money.

This wave seems to have made a profit?

He looked at Mrs. Wei Yuanhou, who was somewhat similar to the International Chapter, and he let out a soul torture in his heart.

Is hard work still important?

When Zhou Shu came to Weiyuanhoufu, he was carrying a Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword.

When he left Weiyuanhoufu, the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword was gone, but in his arms there was a wad of house deeds, pocket money given by Mrs. Weiyuanhou, three thousand taels of silver bills...

"Is this everyone's aura? How many facades, how many facades do you call for half a street?"

Zhou Shu was a little numb.

Now Bibi, Yonago Wen gave himself pocket money when they first met, and turned around to give away a house. That was the origin of family learning.

Is this the style of Mifu?

Don't say, there are such brothers, one word, cool!

Zhou Shu doesn’t care about things that are not prestigious. What he cares about is the feeling of being valued. Okay...

"No wonder it is said that the casters are rich. I have just cast a handful of weapons, and I have turned over to become the bourgeoisie. Those old casters are not rich enough to be rich?"

On the way back home, Zhou Shu said to himself.

In fact, the other casting divisions do not make money as much as him.

For other casting divisions, it would take months to cast a low-end weapon, and if it was more, it might even take several years.

Even a weapon can earn hundreds of taels of gold, so it’s not much in each month.

Of course, compared to ordinary people, there are still many.

The cast of soldiers in this industry, a little bit of not opening for three years, opening for three years.

Like Zhou Shu, a handful of weapons was cast in ten days and a half months. It's not like the one who has no one before and after, it's almost the same.

In fact, even Zhou Shu himself, if he wants to cast high-quality weapons, the time it takes is not a decimal.

"We can also be a charterer in the future? Do you want to see half of the street that belongs to me?"

Zhou Shu talked to himself, and suddenly, he felt that his eyes were dark, but he was alone, standing in front of him, blocking the shining sunlight.

Zhou Shu hadn't reacted yet. Two figures, no longer knowing where they came from, blocked Zhou Shu behind.

The **** catching costumes on the two men let Zhou Shu know that they were secret catchers to protect themselves.

"Two **** catchers, don't be nervous, I am not an assassin!"

The person who suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Shu raised his hands to indicate that he was not malicious.

The two **** catchers did not relax, still holding the Xiuchun knife tightly.

"who are you!"

They asked.

"It's the general. General Mongolia sent me."

The man smiled bitterly.

"General Montgomery? Do you have evidence?"

The two **** catchers stared at the man with torch.

"Have!"

The man said, "I have an autograph letter from General Mongolia."

As he said, he slowly touched his arms, as if he was afraid that the movement too fast would cause an attack from the catcher.

After a while, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to two **** catchers.

"This letter was written by the general to Youzhouhou. I was going to deliver the letter, but when I saw Youzhouhou here, I wanted to come over and say hello. Misunderstanding, it's really a misunderstanding."

The man smiled bitterly.

"The two big brothers don't need to be nervous."

Zhou Shu smiled and patted two **** catchers on the shoulders, "Since it was sent by General Meng, it's okay."

"That's not necessarily true. Among the dead soldiers who assassinated Lord Hou before, one was from the General's Mansion. This matter has not been investigated until now."

A **** catches cold snort.

Zhou Shu was taken aback for a moment. He really didn't know what was going on. No one would tell him about the investigation of the case.

A shame flashed across the face of the person in the general's mansion who sent the letter, but he still said in a deep voice, "The general has already known about that, and the general has already played a plea!"

"I came here to give You Zhouhou an explanation for the general!"

The man said sternly, "The general said that because of his inability to control and bring such danger to Youzhouhou, he has no shirk. The general has asked the court for punishment. For Youzhouhou, in order to compensate, as long as Youzhouhou agrees, the general The general wanted to accept Youzhouhou as a closed disciple."

The two **** catchers were stunned at the same time, and General Meng was going to accept Youzhouhou as his disciple?

Although they had some doubts about the general just now, the general is the general, and Daxia is a well-deserved **** of war!

Although Youzhou Hou is worthy of the Lord Hou, if he can become the closed disciple of the general, it will be of infinite benefits to him.

The general is the Great Xia Army God, and when he becomes his disciple, he will be the military's true self in the future, and the general's network is not comparable to ordinary people.

"What can the general teach me?"

Zhou Shu curiously said.

"The art of war, martial arts, and the generals' attainments are all astounding."

The man from the General's Mansion said proudly.

"That's it?"

Zhou Shu shook his head, "Forget it, it's useless for me to learn the art of war. In terms of martial arts, I have inherited it."

All three were stunned.

Refused?

He refused?

Didn't he know how much good it would be for him to be a closed disciple of General Mongolian?

General Meng has no children and no daughters. To put it ugly, his disciples will inherit everything about him?

Although Youzhouhou is a marquis, although the marquis is noble, he has no real power. If he can become a disciple of the general and enter the military in the future, it is completely logical.

"Master Hou is sure?"

The visitor from the General's Mansion said solemnly.

"Of course, the general didn't say that I have to agree?"

Zhou Shudao.

"That's not true."

The visitor from the General's Mansion shook his head and said.

"Since Lord Hou said so, that humble job will truthfully repay the general."

He arched his hands, turned around and left without leaving the letter.

The letter was originally intended to accept disciples, and since Zhou Shu refused, there is no need to keep the letter.

Zhou Shu shrugged, feeling that it didn't matter ~www.novelmt.com~ he was not interested in such things as a teacher.

What about the general, he is not ready to join the army to fight, he is just a casting division.

"Two brothers, hard work, a little bit, please brothers have tea."

Zhou Shu took out a silver ticket from his arms, stuffed it into the hands of two **** catchers, and then continued to walk forward.

The two **** hunters subconsciously glanced at the banknotes in their hands, and their eyes suddenly lit up, five hundred taels!

Master Hou is so big!

Five hundred taels are almost enough for their one-year salary.

Originally protecting Youzhouhou was a chore, but now it seems that it’s not so painful—

When Zhou Shu refused to come from the General's Mansion, Emperor Yuan Feng held his heart in the imperial palace and the imperial study room.

Chest tightness, shortness of breath, is the family business that I have worked so hard to save you so lavishly? Who did you learn from such a big handwriting? My daughter is not like this!