Chapter 967 I Am Not! I Did Not! Don’t Talk Nonsense! The Magic After Disenchantment Is Even More Magical!

Ying Chengjiao looked at Ying Zheng in shock and asked, "I am a god?!"

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

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

"But how did I become a god?!"

I became a god, but I was the last one to know?

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."

"And Zheng Xian, as a real immortal, is willing to be a boy under my seat and follow my lead."

"If I am not a god, how can I do this?"

Ying Chengjiao asked back with a smile, "To this day, do you still think Zheng Anqi is an immortal?"

Ying Zheng did not answer.

Or Ying Zheng thought he did not need to answer this question, but opened a drawer and took out a shriveled jujube.

Once the evidence is out, silence is better than words!

Ying Chengjiao explained helplessly and seriously: "Zheng Anqi and others are nothing but swindlers."

"I have never exposed them, but I just want to win the hearts of the people for my Great Qin by using the name of the immortals returning to Qin."

"The dates in my hand look like immortal dates, but these dates are just the result of hundreds of years of selection by Zheng Anqi's clan using the technique of alder wood to graft different types of date trees into one!"

"This technique can not only produce large dates, but also cultivate larger pears, sweeter changchu, and more juicy radishes according to the needs of my Great Qin. If you study it deeply enough, you can even get more rice and millet per mu!"

"When Zheng Anqi and his clan settle down, they will start grafting fruits and vegetables. By then, my brother can hold not only the so-called immortal dates, but also the so-called immortal radishes. It all depends on my brother's mind!"

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 Chengjiao never expected was that the more Ying Chengjiao 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 magic is indeed an immortal magic!"

Ying Chengjiao:...

I have said it in vain!

Ying Chengjiao asked weakly: "It's just a grafting technique that can be widely spread in the world and learned by everyone."

"The dates obtained by the grafting technique can not only not help people ascend to heaven, but also cannot prolong their lives."

"Everyone thinks that this date can revive the dead, turn bones into flesh, and help people ascend to heaven. If this date really has such an effect, how could Zheng Anqi not eat it first and live forever?"

"However, the fact is that Zheng Anqi's ancestor and great-grandfather are both named Zheng Anqi, but they have passed away. Every one or two generations, Zheng Anqi's family will 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 will mistakenly believe that Zheng Anqi has never passed away!"

"Brother, do you still think this is an immortal date and an immortal technique?"

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

If the secret of immortals' longevity is not revealed by anyone, ordinary people will not be able to figure it out even if they rack their brains.

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

Could the historical records be false?

But once this layer of window paper is broken, the truth becomes easy to understand.

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

Portraits cannot be false, 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 it, you can ask Zheng Anqi himself!"

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

So just looking at the determination 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 and then sighed in disappointment: "Brother, you mistakenly thought that you could obtain Zheng Xian's longevity and long-term vision by finding him."

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

"Zheng Xian is obviously an immortal, but he still deceives the world with such a trick!"

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 Zheng Anqi is an immortal?"

Ying Zheng handed the dates in his hand to To Ying Chengjiao, he said a little lonely: "People can deceive people, but things can't."

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

"Is this technique not worthy of being called a fairy technique?"

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

"Is the person who masters this technique not worthy of being called a fairy?"

Ying Chengjiao was speechless for a while.

Don't care whether Zheng Anqi is a real fairy or not. If Zheng Anqi can really cultivate grain and vegetables with a sharp increase in per mu yield through grafting technology, no matter what kind of grain and vegetables Zheng Anqi cultivates, as long as it can allow people all over the world to eat more food every meal, he is a well-deserved fairy in the eyes of the people all over the world! Even if Zheng Anqi passed away one day, people in the world would not despise him because they knew that Zheng Anqi was not a thousand-year-old immortal but just an ordinary person. Instead, they would worship Zheng Anqi more sincerely and help him 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 a servant to my brother. Is he learning the way to immortality from my brother?"

Ying Chengjiao's heart immediately sounded the alarm, he sat up straight and stopped his waist and said: "I don't! I don't have it! Don't talk nonsense!"

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

"The reason why Zheng Anqi treats me like this is that Zheng Anqi was captured alive by me. I am in charge of Zheng Anqi's life and know Zheng Anqi's details. Zheng Anqi has to flatter me."

"Secondly, because I know very well that all the people in Zheng Anqi's clan are I have used the grafting technique and have guessed more and better grafting techniques. If Zheng Anqi does not become my disciple, I will spread this technique to Daqin. By then, Zheng Anqi's name as an immortal will no longer exist, and Zheng Anqi will become an ordinary commoner. "

"In order to curry favor with me and to join my sect without destroying their immortal identity, Zheng Anqi and other swindlers have just called themselves my boys, that's all!"

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

Ying Zheng's eyes were indeed more surprised: "My brother, you mean that I have mastered the magic that Zheng Xian mastered, and I have mastered it better than Zheng Xian?!"

Ying Chengjiao:...

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

"But it does mean this."

Ying Zheng leaned slightly towards Ying Chengjiao and asked: "If that's the case, why did Lord Lechen become my brother's boy?"

"Does Lord Lechen also know the fairy dew?!"

When he heard "fairy dew", Ying Chengjiao smiled: "When I first heard about the fairy dew, I didn't know it. I don't know what it is. "

"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: "Brother, do you know why the first-line soldiers drink before charging into battle?"

Ying Zheng answered without hesitation: "When facing the battle, blood and strength are wasted. Drinking to fill the stomach helps the soldiers to fight for a long time."

"Good wine enters the stomach and the intoxication rises, which can make people dare to fight and stop the fear of death."

"Moreover, major battles break out in autumn and winter. Drinking can activate blood and help soldiers to be more resistant to cold."

Unless the battle situation is extremely bad, drinking before the battle basically only occurs in the first-line camp.

The equipment of the first-line warriors is relatively simple, and their daily meals can only be enough to fill them up. They need a bowl of wine to provide them with energy and calories to make them fight longer.

And the generals in the army do not need the first-line warriors to have too much thinking and wisdom, they just need them to have the strength and courage to rush forward.

The tipsy soldiers are the best to die!

Ying Chengjiao nodded and said, "Brother, what you said is very true!"

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

"The wine you and I drink every day has more water and less wine, and there are many impurities in it."

"Le Chen uses a device to roast and cool ordinary wine, so that the dregs and water can be removed, and the wine can be left."

"Drinking one bowl can be equivalent to five or even ten bowls!"

"After the soldiers drink this wine and then move, their blood will be hot, and they will naturally become more excited. The alcohol numbs the soldiers' heads and skin, and the soldiers can hardly feel minor injuries and pains, so they will naturally dare to fight more. In addition, the saying that the immortals bless and the immortal dew enters the stomach gives the soldiers unparalleled encouragement and motivation, and they will naturally become better at fighting."

People who have never drunk strong liquor, or even never drunk alcohol, directly swallowed two taels of strong liquor in one gulp, and someone behind them shouted: You are blessed, go and send it!

With the combination of intoxication and psychological suggestion, his instantaneous burst of fighting power will surely be more powerful than usual!

Ying Zheng was stunned: "Is the nectar just another kind of wine?"

"The immortal art of Lord Lechen is just a wine-making art?!"

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

"The technique mastered by Lechen is not wine-making art, I call it distillation art!"

"It's just that the Lechen people's mastery of this art is still very superficial, and they can't give full play to the exquisiteness of this art."

"I have sent people to the south of Chu to find Eucommia ulmoides glue, and also taught Lechen the method of improvement."

"If Lechen can learn the art taught by me, he can make real alcohol!"

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

"It can also make the wound less likely to develop carbuncle. Combined with the suturing technique, I don't know how many wounded lives can be saved!"

"Or, the suturing technique with high alcohol is the real life-saving medical technique!"

How much Ying Chengjiao despised the immortals in the past, how much Ying Chengjiao loves them now.

These technical talents are really good!