God Soldier Atlas Chapter 153

There are still many materials for casting soldiers in Zhou Shu's mansion.

Yin Wuyou had just given him a piece of Heavenly Refined Stone, so a large piece of Heavenly Refined Stone was more than enough to cast a Heavenly Grade weapon.

Now add this piece of mysterious iron gold crystal from Yin Chengshan, everything is ready, now that you have a direction, the rest is to roll up your sleeves and go!

After Zhou Shu became Youzhouhou, one of the biggest benefits was that when he wanted to do one thing, he basically didn't need to think about other things and just did it.

Zhou Shu shut down again and began to cast soldiers, and Youzhou Houfu directly entered a state of thanking guests behind closed doors.

The Great Summer Palace, inside the imperial study room.

Yuan Fengdi looked at the memorial on the book case and fell into silence.

It took a long time before he sighed.

"My companion, do you think I am too mean to the general?"

Emperor Feng said in a low voice.

In the imperial study room, apart from him, there is only one father-in-law Zhao.

When Grandpa Zhao stood there, he didn't speak, and most people didn't notice his existence, as if he didn't exist as a whole.

Hearing Yuan Fengdi's questioning, Zhao Gong said publicly, "Your Majesty has been worrying too much."

"There is a traitor in the general's mansion. Your Majesty should send someone to investigate. It is a matter of course. The general has a clear conscience and will not blame your Majesty for this."

"Then why does he resign?"

Emperor Feng muttered to himself.

Zhao Gonggong sighed in his heart. Your Majesty, you know everything, why do you want to ask me?

what can I say? Could it be said that General Montgomery is afraid that your Majesty will kill the donkey?

Although you may not be willing to do that, your majesty, but the emperor is the matter of the court, how can you do whatever you want?

"Your Majesty, the general may be tired, he is suffering from injuries, and he is already old—"

Grandpa Zhao said in deep thought.

"Yes."

Emperor Feng sighed, "He has suffered. My buddy, you said he wants to go to Huaxia Pavilion as a staff adviser and make suggestions for the development of weapons. What does this mean?"

"Your Majesty, this old slave is understandable."

Zhao Gong justified, "The general has worked all his life in the military. Even if he is disarmed and returned to the field, it may not be a good thing if he has nothing to do. He is looking for an errand to pass the time. After all, the general has no children, so if he retreats What else can I do?"

"In fact, the old slave thinks it is a good thing. The Huaxia Pavilion of Lord Zhou Hou is 30 miles away from the capital. When your Majesty wants to chat with the general, you can see the general at any time..."

"You old fellow!"

Emperor Feng cursed.

How could he not understand what Zhao Gonggong meant, and if Mengbai stayed in the capital, he would be able to know his movements at any time, and he had no military power, and many people would naturally be completely relieved.

"Let's do this first."

Emperor Yuan Feng sighed for a long time. Being an emperor and being a good person are not both. His temperament may not be suitable for being an emperor.

He didn't know that the situation was getting worse and worse in Daxia, and there might not be no reason for him as an emperor.

"Recently, what was Zhou Shu doing?"

Yuan Fengdi temporarily put Mengbai's memorial to his hand and asked.

This kid surnamed Zhou, although he wanted to beat him up from time to time, it was undeniable that he was a talent and he was a great help to Daxia.

Otherwise, how can Daxia recover You and Erzhou?

Without his Bailianhuan First Sword and Sabre Sword, the battle in the Southern Territory would not have been so smooth.

Emperor Feng of Yuan even heard that other countries are already preparing for next year's ten-nation martial arts exercise, and he is afraid that Daxia will rise again.

Thinking about it this way, the boy surnamed Zhou is not useless.

Emperor Yuan Feng snorted in his heart.

"Zhou Houye is currently busy with the construction of Huaxia Pavilion."

Zhao Gonggong said with a smile, "The old slave listened to the people from the Ministry of Industry and said that Lord Zhou Hou had a lot of fantastic ideas, which is very interesting."

Father Zhao picked up a few and told Yuan Fengdi.

After hearing this, Emperor Yuan Feng turned dark, and said coldly, "Does he want to have fun now? My other palace dare not build it like this!"

"He has just been promoted to the founding division, so he is so reluctant to make progress, is it worth it? Or does he think that the construction of Huaxia Pavilion does not require him to spend money?"

Emperor Yuan Feng was angrily and authentic, thinking about now that he had agreed to his daughter's condition, he felt a burst of chest tightness.

"It's not that Zhou Houye is not doing his job properly."

Grandpa Zhao's impression of Zhou Shu is pretty good. At least every time he meets, Lord Zhou Hou is very respectful of him. That respect does not mean how solemn the etiquette is, but a kind of equal treatment from the heart.

That kind of feeling made Grandpa Zhao especially attached to someone who lived in an intriguing environment all year round.

"He just gave suggestions to the Ministry of Engineering. The specific design drawings are still being planned. Lord Zhou Hou, he is now in retreat and casting soldiers, saying that he is preparing for the military parade."

Although Emperor Feng of Yuan would scold Zhou Shu a few words from time to time, Zhao Gonggong knew that Emperor Feng of Yuan was still very concerned about Zhou Shu, so he had been paying attention to Zhou Shu's movements.

Otherwise, when Emperor Feng Feng suddenly asked, he would have no way to answer.

"Humph!"

Hearing that Zhou Shu was casting soldiers in retreat, the anger in Yuan Feng's heart became a little less, "What kind of soldiers did he cast?"

"This old slave doesn't know."

Zhao Gonggong smiled bitterly.

Emperor Feng also reacted and asked nonsense, "Worry-free, what have you been up to these past two days? Didn't see her come over and ask for peace?"

Emperor Feng turned away from the subject.

Gonggong Zhao hesitated and said, "His Royal Highness has chosen the secret technique of forging soldiers in the Royal Book Pavilion in the past two days..."

Emperor Yuan Feng was stunned for a moment, then he clutched his chest, panting heavily.

"Damn, the boy surnamed Zhou, I still think he is good! If it weren't for wearing this dragon robe, I would have to beat him up!"

Emperor Feng was panting.

"His Majesty?"

Grandpa Zhao was a little strange, and asked worriedly.

Emperor Yuan Feng was sulky for a while, and suddenly he said, "My buddy, you said that if I take a trip to the palace in disguise, anyone will find out?"

Grandpa Zhao looked puzzled, disguising himself as Li Palace? Private visit on WeChat? Is it necessary to be afraid of being discovered by others?

Do you want to find flowers and ask Liu, Your Majesty?

There seems to be an emperor in the history books who likes this tune...

The look in the eyes of Grandpa Zhao looking at Yuan Fengdi became a little subtle. After waiting for this majesty for so many years, he really didn't realize that his majesty could play so well.

"If your majesty is really interested, the old slave can arrange as much as possible—"

Grandpa Zhao hesitated, and said, praying in his heart, this must not be known by the empress.

Youzhou Houfu.

"Crack—"

With a crisp sound, Zhou Shu frowned as he looked at the broken piece of his hand.

no!

He doesn't know how many times this is the first attempt.

Every time the casting is halfway through, the weapon will be broken and broken.

"According to my deduction, there should be no problems."

Zhou Shu thought.

Casting weapons is not enough to throw all the materials for casting into a casting furnace.

How different casting materials will react when matched with each other, and the properties of different blends, including how to control the temperature of the casting, are all related to the success or failure of the casting.

Just the appearance of the weapon is not a problem at all.

If the Soldier Founder wanted, weapons could be made in all sorts of weird ways, even more fancy weapons than those in Zhou Shu's previous online games, but that didn't make any sense.

Now it is the same for Zhou Shu. He has already figured out what the weapon will look like when it is cast.

But how to achieve that effect, we must consider how to match the casting materials, not only the ratio of the casting materials, but also the integration of these casting materials, the internal context must be able to complete the points in his design. Star positioning.

For several days, Zhou Shu had tried countless times, but each time he encountered different problems.

In fact, this is the normal state of the work of the caster. Just like what he had done before, a successful cast of soldiers is a state of being impossible to meet for the caster.

The birth of a graded weapon is the result of repeated attempts by the casting division.

Unless the casting is based on the existing casting secret recipe, this step is unavoidable.

Zhou Shu also understands this. The weapon and the Atlas of God Soldiers are only included. The first step must be completed by himself.

He calmed down and replayed little by little what was wrong this time.

After a long time, Zhou Shu urged the real fire again and started casting.

His movements are very gentle, and every time he puts a piece of material for casting soldiers, he will ponder for a moment, and he will write and draw on the ground.

In the casting room, recalling the crackling fire sound, he muttered to Zhou Shu.

After another, I don't know how long, there was another soft clicking sound in the casting room.

Then Zhou Shu's low drink, "come again!"

Zhou Shu's personality is a bit lazy. He likes house, doesn't like trouble, sometimes likes to show the limelight, sometimes he wants no one to know him.

But it is undeniable that there is a kind of stubbornness and tenacity in his character.

He can throw in everything he has recognized.

It's like this casting soldier. Although he failed countless times, he never gave up and tried unrelentingly.

The butler looked at the meal at the door where the chopsticks hadn't moved, and sighed inwardly. It was time to worry again.

Although Lord Hou was also a martial artist, he didn't eat a few meals without starving people.

But every time he retreats and casts soldiers like this, he does not eat or drink, which makes people feel a little tugged.

He shook his head, put down the new meal, then took the untouched meal and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the small courtyard, he met someone and hurriedly saluted.

"Don't be polite."

Yin Wuyou waved his hand, his eyes fell on the meal, Emei frowned.

"Still not eating? He used to do this often?"

"nor."

The steward thought for a while. It didn't take long for Master Hou to cast soldiers before. The last time he casted the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword, it took a little longer, but it was not as long as this time.

"Master Hou said, the sword he cast this time is to be given to the princess, so there can be no mistakes. He doesn't allow any of us to disturb."

The butler hesitated.

Yin Wuyou was taken aback, "Give it to me? Not for the military parade?"

"It doesn't seem to be a contradiction."

Before the housekeeper came to Hou Mansion, he was also a manager in Mi Mansion, and he had a lot of knowledge.

"Yes, no contradiction."

Yin Wuyou said, her pretty face was a little red. It turns out that Zhou Shu never sleeps and casts soldiers without eating or drinking. It's for me...

He doesn't need to be so desperate, as long as he sends it, I like it.

In the moonlight, Yin Wuyou's pretty face blushed, and the shy touch of amorous feelings with his head down made the housekeeper feel as if he had seen a fairy from the Moon Palace.

He hurriedly lowered his head, and whispered in his heart, His Royal Highness and Lord Hou...

Is it possible that I have just changed from being a steward of Mifu to being a steward of the Houfu, and have to become a steward of the Houfu again?

"I'll go back first. When he comes out, you send someone to notify me. Also, the materials I brought are stored in his study room. You must be optimistic about it. No one is allowed to read it, understand?"

Yin Wuyou also discovered his gaffe, restored his cold and arrogant appearance, and ordered.

"Yes, please follow your instructions."

The housekeeper hurriedly bowed and said, the future hostess had spoken, of course, he had to hurry up.

Yin Wuyou walked away with graceful steps. She, who was disturbed by the housekeeper's words, did not notice at all. On the black roof ridge in the distance, two people in black in night clothes were lying there.

Seeing Yin Wuyou walking away, one of the black-clothed men grinds their teeth, causing the black-clothed person next to him to feel a little chilly.

Things are different from what I thought.

Who could have imagined that a great **** who can cause an earthquake in Chang'an by stomping his feet would one day be such a sneaky nightwalker?

But thinking about the man next to him, he felt balanced.

"Hmph, fortunately I'm here, otherwise, how would I know that it's so late, my good daughter is still staying in Youzhou Hall, if this is known to people, how will it be passed on? Her Royal Highness is misbehaving?"

Emperor Yuan Feng said to himself that he didn't think why he would come up with such a thought.

Perhaps because of the general's resignation, his long-term repression has reached its limit.

He wants to vent, he misses the wanton when he was not the emperor before!

And Zhou Shu, the stinky kid who snatched his little cotton jacket from his heart, naturally became the object of his vent.

Emperor Feng of Yuan is the first rank of martial arts, and the first rank of parallel imports is also the first rank. The true cultivation of Gonggong Zhao is also the first rank of martial arts. His first rank of martial arts is different from that of Yuan Feng Emperor who used special means to improve.

He is a real martial artist!

Few people in the world know, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com The unobtrusive great **** next to Yuan Fengdi was actually a strong martial artist.

Isn't it easy to sneak into Youzhou Hall with two martial arts and one rank?

Especially the real masters in the capital city had already been greeted by Grandpa Zhao in advance, and the rest of the people who protected the Hou Mansion had a long way to go.

Yin Wuyou had a chance to find out, but she had already returned to the princess's mansion, so Emperor Feng and Zhao went outside Zhou Shu's casting furnace with ease.

"Your Majesty, Zhou Houye seems to be casting soldiers. If we break in now, will it affect his casting of soldiers?" Zhao Gonggong said.

Emperor Yuan Feng hesitated. He was originally an emperor with a soft personality. Otherwise, he wouldn't have the name of that benevolent emperor.

"Then wait a while and then go in and clean him up!"

The first person in Great Xia, the dignified king of the country, and his great eunuch, Zhao Gonggong, stood outside Zhou Shu's casting room like two guards, and the night wind blew the fallen leaves on the ground, making them look particularly bleak.

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