Chapter 82 Taking Advantage

This is the person who cannot be offended in Blackwater City. The blacksmith hurriedly said, "No, no, this magic weapon has also cultivated a mind and has the instinct of self-protection. Besides, it has been tempered thousands of times and is naturally resistant to high temperatures. I'm afraid the temperature here can't reach it."

Will a spiritual treasure let him burn himself to ashes?

"Who can do it then?"

"No one in Blackwater City can do it, and Jinzhou is also difficult." The blacksmith hesitated slightly, "It's best to go to the big city in the east or the capital. I heard that the Spirit Weapon Sect is stationed in those places. Maybe there are secret techniques and furnaces to get the gold on the staff head."

To put it bluntly, only magic weapons can defeat magic weapons. He has ordinary furnaces here. The magic staff will only be treated as a sauna when it goes in. Only the sect that specializes in casting magic weapons will have special furnaces.

He Lingchuan knew that it was useless to embarrass him, so he threw a small ingot of silver to him, stood up and left.

Zeng Feixiong hurriedly followed: "I'll treat the young master to a drink."

On the third day after returning from the desert, he received a generous reward, and County Magistrate He also kept his promise and sent someone to look after Old Man Zeng for twelve hours a day.

Zeng Feixiong's pressure suddenly decreased, and he felt that the sky was bluer, his breathing was smoother, and his wallet was fuller.

He Lingchuan contributed greatly to his survival, and this trip to the desert greatly changed his impression of Young Master He.

He Lingchuan shook his head: "Let's do it another day."

The joy of surviving the disaster has passed, and he suddenly felt bored when he returned to the daily routine of eating, drinking and having fun.

Just go home and take a nap.

But after walking two steps, he suddenly turned his head and said: "Change it to tonight, I'll let Liu Baobao treat us."

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After returning to the mansion, He Lingchuan did not lie down to sleep, but went to the small martial arts training ground to practice swordsmanship first.

This trip to the Panlong Desert made him truly feel the gap between himself and Nian Songyu. After falling into the illusion and losing the support of his father and the Black Water City Army, the most common thing he thought about when facing Nian Songyu's malice was how to save his life, and he didn't even care about being angry.

Later, he realized that Nian Songyu's nature was even worse. He only verbally mocked him and Mao Tao in the Panlong Illusion because he and Sun Fuping had the idea of ​​sacrificing the two of them later, and they were too lazy to bother with the dying people at that time.

The family traction technique only laid the foundation for He Lingchuan. While urging himself, he needed more and more profound methods.

In the first two months after coming to this world, he just wanted to survive to the end and enjoy wealth and honor, but the appearance of Sun Fuping and others told him that in this world, troubles like to come to him.

In the past two days, he also looked for He Chunhua, hoping that his father would find a more powerful and more suitable technique for him. He Chunhua readily agreed.

The knife flashed, and an hour passed in a blink of an eye.

The intensity that made him sweat profusely before, this time only made his back slightly wet. Perhaps it was the experience between life and death that increased his physical strength and resilience.

Finally, He Lingchuan stopped, wiped his face, which had been roughened by the desert sun, and decided to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

It seemed that he was getting hungry faster than before.

Today, the He Mansion was very quiet. He Chunhua was in the government office, and Ying Hongchan was out, so he didn't have to deal with anyone.

He Lingchuan was familiar with the kitchen and found the cabinet where the cook kept the food. He opened it and saw that it was not bad. In addition to the red date cakes piled up like a small mountain, there was also white and tender osmanthus almond tofu in the cooler. When he touched it with a spoon, it trembled.

This kind of almond tofu is made and preserved with the summer ice stored in the cellar. September in Blackwater City has just entered the rainy season. The weather is hot and stuffy. At this time, you can eat a few spoonfuls of cool and sweet almond tofu, and the summer heat in your head will be repelled.

He Lingchuan took a large bowl and poured out half of the pot directly.

Just after eating a few pieces, someone beside him hurriedly said: "Hey, leave some for me!"

He turned his head and saw He Yue.

"Why are you back?" The little nerd shouldn't be at home today.

"I went home to get some account books." He Yue also scooped dessert for himself, his movements were gentle, but the bowl was as big as his, "I want to eat something to cool off."

Seeing his elder brother wolfing down, He Yue hesitated.

When stealing food, He Lingchuan always kept an eye on everything: "Speak, don't hide anything."

"My father and I have been very busy recently. One hundred and five people died and thirty-seven were injured in the Panlong trip. The pensions and rewards are each a large expense, and there are also promotions... All the items have not been completed until today."

"Oh." What does this have to do with him? Young Master He has always been responsible for being heartless.

He Yue hesitated.

"What else?" The kid's forehead was wrinkled into a "川" character, "You look like you are constipated, eat more almond tofu, it will help you have diarrhea!"

He Yue subconsciously took the bowl away.

"All these tasks are basically handed over to me, because my father has been busy meeting with many chambers of commerce and envoys these days, and he has been to the restaurant four times."

"I know, he also asked me to make an appointment for him to meet with the Liu Family Chamber of Commerce, that is, Liu Baobao's family." He Lingchuan didn't care, "What's the problem, isn't that his job?"

Every time the crazy sand season begins and ends, He Chunhua is very busy, because there are a lot of business activities in Blackwater City at this time.

This year's crazy sand season has just begun, and the caravans and envoys who catch the last bus of Hongya Road to enter Dayuan must be concentrated here for customs clearance before they can disperse to the east and central parts. The workload of He Chunhua's entire team can be imagined.

"Other meetings, big or small, are all handed over to the officials in the office. Do you know what characteristics the guests my father has met with these days have?"

He Lingchuan shook his head.

"They are all going to the capital." He Yue's face was solemn. "The earliest batch set off three days ago. Now the road to Woling Pass in the east is open. If you go there by boat, you can reach Dadu in a few days at most because you go downstream!"

"So what?"

"My office is not far from the conference hall, and I can often hear laughter inside."

"What's wrong?" He Lingchuan thought it was normal when he heard this.

"Brother, my father is usually quite dignified when meeting with businessmen, and this is not his style."

"What do you want to say?" He Lingchuan looked for water. He choked a little after eating too much red date cake. "Don't hesitate, you are like a woman."

"Let's talk about it in private. Don't spread it." He Yue hesitated again, and then said, "I guess my father wants them to go to the capital to build momentum and spread the rumor first."

"What rumor?"

"It's the news that we defeated Sun Fuping and Nian Songyu." He Yue smiled a little, "Didn't you brag about it in Blackwater City these days?"

He Lingchuan was dissatisfied: "Isn't this a fact? How can it be called a rumor? How can it be called bragging?"

"If my father hasn't reported it yet, and this matter has spread in advance, it is called a rumor."

He Lingchuan was stunned: "Dad hasn't reported it yet, how is it possible?"