God Soldier Atlas Chapter 62

　　 "Old Zhou, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

　　Sun Gongping stood at the entrance of No. 0 Workshop, leaning against the door, and said with a smile on his face.

　　 I don't know if it is an illusion, Zhou Shu feels that Sun Gongping's tone is closer than before.

　　Although he was called this before, at that time, it was just his familiar character. Now, how can I say it, Zhou Shu feels that he is recognized?

　　 Really feel like hell, do you need his approval?

　　I am his uncle, alright!

　　 murmured, Zhou Shu looked at Sun Gongping, "Farewell?"

"Um."

　　Sun Gongping nodded, "You are not an outsider, so it's okay to tell you."

　　 "General Meng will lead the army to Jingbian, and I will follow the army."

　　 "Are you going to fight?"

　　 Zhou Shu was a little surprised and authentic, "Aren't you the **** catcher of the **** catcher? Does **** catcher need to go to the front line to fight?"

　　Mongol and white leaders fighting affairs Zhou Shu of course knew that he was also responsible for casting a batch of tiger swords, Bailianhuan first swords and saber swords.

　　 And Yonago Wen had invited him before, and wanted to take him to the battlefield to do his military exploits, but Zhou Shu refused.

　　 Zhou Shu did not expect that Sun Gongping would go.

　　 Logically speaking, the Shenchou Division and the Daxia Army are two systems. Is Daxia's situation already critical to this level?

　　The police are going to the battlefield?

　　 "Of course, the catcher does not need to go to the front line."

　　Sun Gongping shook his head, "But I have a reason to go, so I can't elaborate on this."

　　 "You understand that, I just need to be temporarily transferred to the army."

　　 "But the National Defenders, aren't they all ordinary people? You are a martial artist."

　　 Zhou Shu was puzzled.

　　 "The National Defenders are ordinary people, but it doesn't mean that there are no martial artists. Cheng Wanli of the Tiger Armies is also a martial artist. Isn't it the leader of the Tiger Armies?"

Sun Gongping explained patiently, “The National Protector is not fake, but there are also many people who grow up in the National Protector, and then break through to become a martial artist and still have not left. They generally become members of the National Protector. general."

　　 "Furthermore, this time the army is dispatched, not only the Protector Army will be dispatched, but the Demon Slayer Army will also make a move to prevent the enemy from having a large number of martial artists participating in the war."

　　 "I mainly act with the Monster Slayer Army."

　　 "That's it."

　　 Zhou Shu nodded, "Then what should I say, good luck?"

　　 He now also knows the identity of Sun Gongping, the dignified little Hou Ye, he certainly didn't go to the front line to give people away, so he is not worried about Sun Gongping's safety.

　　 "Of course a good journey."

　　Sun Gongping said, "My grandson is going to be fair, no matter what he is, you have to get out of it!"

　　 "Hey." He chuckled, and returned to his usual appearance, "Lao Zhou, I am looking for you this time, and there is another thing."

　　 "I know all about embroidering spring knives, Lao Zhou, you are so interesting!"

　　 Sun Gongping gave a thumbs up and said triumphantly, "Embroidered clothing springs when the sky stands in the sky, and colored clothes Hyuga Tingyu. It's really appropriate!"

　　 "I know that the Xiuchun knife has just been developed, and it is not realistic to produce it in batches. The knife in the hands of the princess, she will not let go, I can only come to you."

　　 Sun Gongping's eyes were bright, staring at Zhou Shu and said, "Lao Zhou, you will help me cast an embroidered spring knife. I will go with the embroidered knife when I go to battle this time!"

　　 "Do you want to wear an embroidered spring knife?"

　　 Zhou Shu frowned, "Although the Xiuchun knife is custom-made for the God Catcher, it is not for the God Catcher. It is only a standard weapon."

　　The **** catchers of the **** catching division are all qualified martial artists, and their weapons should be qualified weapons.

　　 Embroidered Spring Knife is only for those who have not yet become the catcher.

"what is the relationship?"

Sun Gongping said, "Lao Zhou, you are not a martial artist, I don't know. Can also kill."

　　 Zhou Shu believed this.

　　 Incoming weapons can increase the combat power of the incoming warriors.

　　 "You want it, of course there is no problem." Zhou Shu said, "However, you have to pay."

　　The material for the casting of soldiers is public, although he steals it to cast a knife without much problem.

　　 But Sun Gongping is Xiaohouye, a standard weapon, is not a piece of cake for him?

　　 "You old Zhou, you can count this little money so clearly with me! I will treat you like a brother!"

　　Sun scolded fairly.

　　 "Brother, settle accounts!"

　　 Zhou Shu curled his lips and said, "For someone else, don't even think about giving money!"

　　The workshop of the Founding Soldier Division is not a private workshop, and it does not retail weapons.

　　 Others want weapons and have to wait for them to be issued.

　　 "Okay, you make sense."

　　Sun fair said, "I'll give you money!"

　　 "Lao Zhou, that poem, did you really hear from the restaurant that Mr. Shu said it?"

　　Sun Gongping turned the topic and said, “I've been to the restaurant a few times. The level of the storyteller is very average. I don't see that there is such a literary talent.”

　　 Yin Wuyou doesn't know where the restaurant is, but Sun Gongping knows it. Sun Gongping told Zhou Shu where the restaurant is.

　　 "He might have heard it from other places too, Mr. Storyteller, no one stipulates that he can't talk about things he heard from elsewhere."

　　 Zhou Shu said perfunctorily.

　　 "That's right." Sun Gongping said, touching his chin, "I have to go and talk to him when I look back, and I have to let him fill in the poems for me."

　　 "I hope he can remember everything."

　　 Zhou Shu's eyelids drooped, somewhat speechless and authentic.

　　 "You are going to expedition tomorrow. There must be a lot of work to be done. Go ahead, Xiuchundao. I will send it to you before tomorrow."

　　 Zhou Shu did not want to continue this topic, got up to see off the guests.

Sun Gongping did have a lot to work on. Before he left, he turned his head and said to Zhou Shu, "Lao Zhou, I will grab you some barbarian-specific military materials and come back. Then, you will definitely become a soldier. "

　　 After finishing speaking, Sun Gongping rode away.

　　 Beijing, in an ordinary alley, Yin Wuyou and Haitang, dressed as men, walk on the bluestone pavement.

　　 "His Royal Highness, I have already inquired about the restaurant, which Mr. Zhou said, is just in front."

　　 Haitang whispered, "But—"

　　 "But what?"

　　 Yin Wuyou asked.

　　 "But there, it doesn't seem to be—" Haitang hesitated.

　　 "Are you trying to say that Zhou Shu is lying to me? He didn't hear those poems from restaurants?"

　　 Yin Wuyou knowingly said.

"Yes!"

　　 Haitang hesitated for a moment, nodded vigorously, and said, "The Lord Zhou is sometimes weird. I think he wrote those two poems. Mr. Storyteller, he is just talking nonsense."

　　 "That's right, that guy doesn't look like an honest person."

　　 Yin Wuyou nodded in agreement, "But since it's here, let's take a look first."

　　 After a while, Yin Wuyou left the restaurant angrily.

　　 Damn Zhou Shu, dare to lie to this princess! This storyteller can't even recite a poem at all!

　　Walking out all the way, Yin Wuyou seemed to have thought of something. He laughed out loud, and the anger on his face disappeared.

　　 Haitang looked confused, "His Royal Highness, what's the matter?"

　　 She didn't find anything funny.

　　 "Forget it, this account, let him remember it first!" Yin Wuyou shook his head, "That guy is a striker, but he can still write poetry, don't you think it is interesting?"

　　 Haitang's eyes were all ignorant.

　　 "Ahee——"

　　 Just as Zhou Shu picked up the hammer, he sneezed several times in a row.

　　 His current body is impossible to catch cold.

　　Who is scolding me?

　　 Zhou Shu rubbed his nose, muttered to himself, and started casting the Xiuchun knife.

　　 The casting method of the embroidered spring knife, Zhou Shu has not taught Zhang Yibei and others.

　　 Currently, he is not in a hurry to produce embroidered knives in batches.

　　 But since Sun Gongping wanted it, Zhou Shu would not refuse.

　　 Sun Gongping wants a sword to go into battle. It is estimated that there will be a chance to kill the enemy. When the time comes, the Xiuchun sword will successfully kill, and he will naturally bring feedback to himself.

　　 The most important thing is that Sun Gongping was originally a member of the God Hunting Division, and giving him an embroidered spring knife did not violate the agreement between himself and Ma Fengzhang.

　　 The backyard of No. 0 Workshop, here is the space belonging to Zhou Shu alone. Without anyone present, Zhou Shu was fully fired.

　　 I saw his movements bring about afterimages, and it seemed that several Zhou Shu were casting soldiers at the same time.

　　 Amidst the clanging sounds, an embroidered spring knife quickly took shape.

　　 Carefully wiped the blade clean and looked at the sky. Zhou Shu returned to the house to take a bath and changed his clothes~www.mtlnovel.com~ Then he picked up the embroidered spring knife and walked into the city.

　　 Sun Gongping will leave for the expedition tomorrow. Zhou Shu doesn't know where he will set off, so he has to give him the knife today.

　　 Leaving the location of the workshop of the Division of Soldiers, Zhou Shu kept going all the way to see if there was no one around, and then he began to exert his strength.

　　 He doesn't know any light work, but the dragon elephant has eight levels of Prajna work, and the golden bell breaks through the sixth level. He is powerful enough to shock the world.

Under 　　 rushing wildly, every step is more than ten feet, and the speed is not much lower than that of running a horse.

　　 "It is said that high-grade warriors have the ability to fly to the sky, I don't know what it feels like to fly into the sky."

　　 Zhou Shu galloped with all his strength for the first time, feeling the strong wind rushing towards his face, he had a feeling of flying in the wind.

"Humph!"

　　 Just as Zhou Shu was running happily, a cold snort suddenly sounded in his ears.

　　 Zhou Shu was taken aback, his movements stopped abruptly, his feet stubbornly plowed into the ground to plow a deep ditch.

　　 He looked around suddenly.

"Who!"

　　 subconsciously held the handle of the Xiuchun Dao with his right hand, the violent power in his body was ready to go.

"I thought you were the best one to kill, but I didn't expect you to hide so deeply." A somewhat cold voice sounded, and then there was a wave of waves in the space in front of Zhou Shu, the light seemed to be distorted, and the whole body was shrouded in black. The person in the robe suddenly appeared there.

He only showed a pair of gleaming eyes, and said coldly in his mouth, "A genius forging soldiers, who can still have such martial arts skills at a young age, those spy agents actually list you in the last place. It's really a blind dog. Eye!"

　　 "But fortunately, I was noticed by this seat, and it is also your honor to die in the hands of this seat, you, go and die."

Chapter end

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