noffsinger Chapter 291 Announcement
Chapter 291 Announcement
early morning.
As soon as the roosters crowed, the sound of iron hammering could be heard on Yongxin Street.
"Watch your hands, this machine is incredibly delicate. If any of your parts fail and cause it to break down, don't blame us for being ruthless."
"If there's anything you don't understand on the blueprint, ask me. If anyone does something wrong, I'll put that part in their eyes!"
Tang Shao and Hu the roofer both had bloodshot eyes, obviously they hadn't slept all night.
no way.
Because the deadline was so tight and the machine was unprecedentedly complex, the two men felt pressured and their speech became rude and aggressive.
It was the first time that the workers had seen these two people with such an attitude. They didn't dare to breathe and polished the workpiece in their hands carefully, fearing that they would make any mistakes and be fired directly.
"Hahahaha, I finally did it, I did it!"
Just as the tense atmosphere was here, a somewhat inappropriate laugh came from not far away.
Tang Shao and others looked over and saw Deng Jiuxian holding a strange-shaped weapon in his hand, dancing and laughing towards the sky.
"What's that drunk Deng doing again? Is he drunk?"
The craftsmen were already accustomed to Deng Jiuxian's crazy behavior.
Since yesterday, Deng Jiuxian has been locking himself in the blacksmith shop, hammering away all day long, but in the end he hasn't forged a single decent weapon.
Everyone said that Deng Jiuxian was just a charlatan who was seeking fame and fortune and wanted to cheat people out of drinking.
It was pure luck that he was able to forge the ink knife.
All in all, no one thought that this drunkard could forge a sword so easily.
"Call Chen Changfan over here. I've forged a precious sword for him. Tell him to get it quickly so he can serve me with good meat."
Deng Jiuxian's loud and noisy shouting further disgusted everyone, "You drunkard, stop yelling! The owner of the manor is busy with all sorts of things and doesn't have time to drink with you or listen to your bragging!"
"I'm bragging? When have I, Deng Jiujian, ever boasted?"
Deng Jiuxian patted his chest and said disdainfully.
"You've been drunk, you must have been drunk. You've boasted that you're Deng Jiujian. Could it be that you can even wield a sword?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Deng Jiuxian was ridiculed, but he didn't get angry or make a fuss. He just snorted coldly, "Where is Chen Changfan? I want to see him."
……
"Boss, double happiness!"
Chen Changfan was drinking porridge when he heard the voice of the old Chinese doctor coming from outside the door.
Looking outside the door, the old Chinese doctor was carrying a large wooden box on his shoulder. He looked quite happy, but he could not hide his fatigue.
The people following behind him were all familiar faces.
The herbalist Yunniang, the hunter Lao Qiao, and... a person?
He was a tall, dark-skinned man whose face could not be seen clearly, but he smiled shyly, revealing a row of big white teeth.
Oh, it’s Blackhorn.
This is too dark!
I almost didn't recognize myself.
Shouldn’t these people still be in Xiaofeng Mountain? Why are they here too?
As if sensing Chen Changfan's doubts, the old Chinese doctor chuckled and explained:
"It's like this. After you gave me instructions yesterday, I've been searching the city for precious medicines. Although I've collected most of them, there are still two that are out of stock. So I asked them for help. They went up the mountain overnight and almost fell off the mountain several times. Fortunately, God rewards those who work hard, and they finally found the precious medicine. Now Butler Shen is saved!"
Chen Changfan looked at the people behind the old Chinese doctor and found that their faces were dirty and their clothes were torn in many places. It was conceivable how difficult it was to go up the mountain to look for medicine in the dead of winter.
"You've all worked hard. Go to Butler Shen later to claim your reward... ahem, I mean, after he gets better, you can go to him to claim your reward."
Chen Changfan has never been stingy when dealing with his subordinates.
It was like this before, but now that I have more money, I am not stingy anymore.
"Thank you, Mr.
Chen Changfan glanced at Hei Jiao, and then his eyes fixed.
"Hey, Black Horn, your aura... have you ascended the stairs?"
Hei Jiao scratched his head a bit embarrassedly and said in a muffled voice, "Well, I don't know what happened, I just felt light and fluttery, and I went straight to the room after taking two steps. After I came down, I realized that I might have climbed the stairs."
The corner of Chen Changfan's eye twitched.
He went to great lengths to organize a martial arts class, but only managed to train three qualified martial artists.
But this black guy was digging coal day and night, and I almost forgot about him, but he actually made a breakthrough without any noise?
Is this the gap between the chosen ones and the ordinary people?
For the first time, Chen Changfan felt an inexplicable sense of frustration, and at the same time, he also felt a little guilty towards Heijiao.
Thinking back, Hei Jiao was one of the first group of people to come to him, but this guy was quiet and hardworking. He usually hid in the mine, and even when he came out, it was difficult to detect his presence if he didn't speak.
After all this time, I actually ignored it.
Fortunately, gold always shines. Black Horn's unintentional climbing of the stairs this time allowed him to truly see the other party's martial arts talent.
"Tell me more about what it felt like to climb the stairs. How many steps did you take? If you can't remember, how high did you climb?"
A few steps up the stairs will determine the height of its future growth.
Generally speaking, the more steps one takes, the deeper one's foundation will be, and the greater one's future achievements will be.
Hei Jiao scratched his head, somewhat uncertainly, "Boss, are you talking about the first time or the second time?"
The corners of Chen Changfan's mouth twitched wildly again.
Well, you, this quiet black boy, have actually reached the second level.
If I had not been called out to go up the mountain to collect herbs at the last minute this time, I would probably still be kept in the dark, and the martial arts genius Heijiao would probably be buried in the dark mine all day long.
"Twice, both times." Chen Changfan felt that he had become a little numb.
"The first time was about six or seven steps..."
"What about the second time?"
"Just like the first time."
Good, good, you are such a genius!
"Don't go back to mine in the future, just follow me." Chen Changfan didn't dare to let this guy go back to mine. This was simply like using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito, a waste of resources!
Hei Jiao scratched his head again, "What should I do if I follow the boss?"
"What are you doing? Follow me out to fight!"
"Blackhorn doesn't fight."
"It's okay, just be more restrained."
Chen Changfan was trying to persuade Hei Jiao earnestly when he heard an excited voice suddenly coming from the guest room not far away.
Then I saw Lao Wei running out with a big bump on his head, looking excited:
"Hahahaha, I finally did it, I did it!"
Chen Changfan glanced at Lao Wei, then looked away indifferently.
"...What's wrong with your head?"
There was a big bump on Lao Wei's forehead and his eye sockets were a little black and blue, making him look a little funny.
"I accidentally bumped into the beam just now, but it doesn't matter. Boss, I finally made it!"
Old Wei was almost interrupted by Chen Changfan's words. He ignored the pain on his forehead, clenched his fists excitedly, and looked at Chen Changfan expectantly, as if waiting for his praise.
Chen Changfan had no expression on his face.
Old Wei thought the other party didn't understand what he meant, "Boss, I mean I have reached the next level. I am now a first-level warrior!"
His voice rose a little, and his voice trembled with excitement, but Chen Changfan still ignored him.
The old Chinese doctor, Lao Qiao and others looked at Lao Wei with strange expressions.
"Oh, you've reached the top. Congratulations."
"Well, not bad."
Old Wei was stunned again.
"No, why do you all have those expressions? I've reached the top, I've become extraordinary! You may not know what extraordinary means. Let me put it this way, I got drunk with my boss yesterday, but I woke up feeling refreshed today. I just bumped into the beam and fell from mid-air, but I'm not hurt at all. I feel in great shape now..."
Old Wei kept talking about the differences in climbing the stairs, and it was obvious that he was extremely excited. However, Chen Changfan's next words made Old Wei completely speechless.
"Black Horn has also ascended the stairs."
Old Wei first looked at Heijiao in disbelief, and the honest man just smiled and didn't say a word.
Old Wei felt his face getting a little hot, as this made him look too naive. They had both just climbed the stairs, but why was he chattering non-stop while Hei Jiao was silent?
But it’s okay when you think about it. After all, climbing the stairs is as difficult as climbing to the sky, and it’s normal to be a little excited.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the top of Heijiao's head. He found that there was no bulge or swelling, and he felt secretly happy.
I just climbed five steps in my sleep before bumping into the beam. Seeing that Hei Jiao looked fine, I guess he only climbed two steps or even just one step.
weak.
too weak.
No wonder the black man couldn't be happy.
"Brother Black Horn, congratulations. May I ask how many steps did you take to climb the stairs?"
Hei Jiao said truthfully, "It took seven steps to climb the stairs both times."
Climb the stairs in seven steps?
Old Wei was completely upset.
Wait, I seem to have missed some important information.
"...You said it twice just now...what do you mean?" Old Wei's face suddenly turned pale, and his breathing couldn't help but stop for a moment.
Heijiao looked at Chen Changfan with some confusion, thinking that the usually steady Old Wei might have gone crazy.
Chen Changfan glanced at Old Wei unhappily, "Hei Jiao is now a second-level Flesh Refining Realm warrior, and you're only at the first level. Don't be so arrogant."
Such a simple sentence caused such great harm to Lao Wei.
The ecstasy after climbing the stairs immediately disappeared.
Looking at Old Wei who suddenly seemed to be hit hard, Hei Jiao felt a little sorry for him, so he mentally composed himself, patted Old Wei on the shoulder, and comforted him:
"Don't lose heart. I can reach the second level by digging coal every day. If you work so hard, you will definitely catch up with me."
Old Wei chuckled and became even more dejected.
Chen Changfan wanted to laugh after hearing what Hei Jiao said.
Hei Jiao, Hei Jiao, are you trying to comfort me? Are you sure you're not trying to slap me in the face?
But come to think of it, Black Horn is busy mining every day. He has no time to practice martial arts, and no precious medicine to nourish himself. He just has a big appetite.
Who would have thought that under such difficult conditions, he could grow step by step into a second-level warrior.
Talent is something that sometimes you really can't deny.
But it's okay. Having such a talented monster following him every day can stimulate Fang Chang, Yuan Lang and others. These people usually eat treasure fish for nourishment and practice martial arts, but they are not as good as Hei Jiao who digs coal every day. Let's see if they will slack off?
"Hahaha, Brother Changfan, so you are here. I'm here to tell you the good news."
Suddenly, a loud laugh came from outside the door. Chen Changfan looked at Deng Jiuxian who was walking towards him and felt a little self-doubt.
Why do they all come to me today to share good news?
Did you guys make an appointment to come here together?
It seems that we really cannot do without the head manager Shen Wanwu. I don’t know how free I was before.
It seems that he has to make medicine quickly. Speaking of this medicine-making technique, he learned it from the battle with the Rat Gang. He has never used it and doesn't know if it will work.
He rubbed his brows and immediately looked at Deng Jiuxian, "Brother Deng, have you forged your precious sword? Um... could it be the one in your hand?"
Deng Jiuxian raised the black object in his hand and chuckled, "Brother Changfan, you have good eyesight. This is the peerless divine weapon I forged for you!"
As he spoke, Deng Jiuxian pulled out the object, which turned out to be a big black stick.
Chen Changfan: ...
Is this a knife? Probably not.
Facing the confused looks of the crowd, Deng Jiuxian didn't care at all.
"Brother Changfan, watch carefully!"
As he spoke, Deng Jiuxian held the black iron rod in both hands, and his whole aura suddenly changed.
A strong sense of solemnity suddenly emerged, and it seemed as if a wind suddenly blew in the yard.
The moment Deng Jiuxian held the iron rod, the entire courtyard suddenly became silent.
The black iron rod in his hand produced a round arc of light, and the wind from the rod swept through the snow, condensing into a spiral ice crystal track.
He staggered like a drunkard, but the iron rod accurately hit the ice ridge hanging from the eaves. The ice ridge shattered and was swept by the dense shadows of the rod, breaking into crystal powder.
“Great stick technique!”
Old Wei suddenly exclaimed. He had seen bandits using sticks during previous bandit suppression campaigns. Stick techniques were difficult to practice, but they were quite powerful.
Deng Jiuxian performed this set of stick techniques naturally, with so many variations that it was unpredictable. It was obvious that he was a practitioner who had been immersed in this art for a very long time.
"I really didn't know that this drunkard was actually an expert in stick fighting. None of the people the boss brought back were ordinary people." The old Chinese doctor stroked his beard and sighed.
Only Chen Changfan remained silent.
He could naturally see the extraordinaryness of this stick technique, which was in line with his expectations of Deng Jiuxian.
If this guy doesn't know martial arts, then there is no way he doesn't know martial arts.
But his expression revealed confusion. This Deng Jiuxian was clearly alive, but there was no fluctuation of blood and energy in his body. It was obvious that he was not a martial artist who had reached the highest level.
This is strange.
He felt that he could no longer understand this drunkard.
"It's not over yet!"
Deng Jiuxian suddenly reached out and twisted the bottom of the iron rod.
欻!
A three-inch-long sharp blade suddenly popped out from the tip of the black stick. Under Deng Jiuxian's flexible control, the blade kept shrinking and releasing, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, which was frightening.
When the long sword was raised, Deng Jiuxian's cloudy and drunken eyes suddenly became clear.
The sword light was like a green dragon rising into the sky, and each move was well-organized. Everyone was dazzled by the sight, and Chen Changfan's eyes flashed with a gleam of light.
"drink!"
Deng Jiuxian roared angrily and swung his stick and knife towards the stone table - he suddenly stopped when the blade was three inches away from the stone table.
The fruit plate on the table suddenly split into two halves, and the cross-section was as smooth as a mirror.
Chen Changfan knew he couldn't even control the force so precisely.
After dancing for a while, Deng Jiuxian was sweating all over and was obviously exhausted.
A subtle bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he shook his arm and threw the stick and knife towards Chen Changfan.
"This sword is called [Hidden Dragon], the scabbard is the staff, and the staff becomes the sword's light."
Chen Changfan took the stick and knife, and it was surprisingly heavy in his hand.
However, with his current arm strength, he felt that the amount was just right.