Biyou Village.

In the Self-cultivation Hall, a brand new earth-yellow self-cultivation furnace has begun to take shape, and many flowers are beating up and down, making a crisp knocking sound.

There are two simple folding beds next to the stove. Zhuge Qing is sleeping soundly on one bed with his feet in the air, drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, and occasionally muttering a few words in his sleep.

There are several buckets of water piled next to the bed, as well as dishes and chopsticks that have not been disposed of after the meal.

Ma Xianhong, who has long white hair and is wearing white clothes and white trousers, is drawing designs quickly on the paper. The tip of his pen scratches the rough paper, making a thin friction sound, which is like the sound of nature in Ma Xianhong's ears.

His eyes had obvious dark circles, just like Zhuge Qing who was sleeping. His pale face showed fatigue visible to the naked eye, but his eyes did not look tired at all, but became more and more excited.

"It's done!"

The tip of the pen drew the last stroke, and Ma Xianhong threw down the pen in his hand excitedly.

"This is the structure of the perfect slimming furnace! A steady stream of ideas... I have never experienced such a smooth feeling, it is so wonderful!"

Picking up the paper in front of him, Ma Xianhong checked the details of the design with an almost fanatical look.

"It won't take long..." He turned to look at the sleeping Zhuge Qing and said excitedly, "Brother Zhuge, let's see if my design is suitable!"

"I changed this modular layout again and again before I found the perfect solution. I don't know if it meets your layout requirements."

Zhuge Qing did not respond.

"Brother Zhuge, wake up!" Ma Xianhong admired his design and pushed Zhuge Qing next to him a few times.

Zhuge Qing weakly pushed Ma Xianhong's hand away and said vaguely: "Don't make trouble..."

Then he turned over and continued to sleep.

"Don't sleep!" Ma Xianhong pulled Zhuge Qing up, "Brother Zhuge, take a quick look at the design. If there are no problems, I will immediately complete the self-cultivation furnace according to this layout!"

Zhuge Qing, who was pulled up, opened his eyes in a daze, yawned widely, and said feebly: "Master Ma Da, I haven't closed my eyes all day and night. Even the donkeys of the production team are not so oppressed... Come again.

I'm going to die suddenly."

"You can rest soon!" Ma Xianhong shoved the complete design in Zhuge Qing's face, "Brother Zhuge, look at what we two have achieved in one day and one night!"

"I have worked hard and finally completed this thing. If there are no problems, then the construction of the furnace can be left to Ruhua. The perfect self-cultivation furnace will be built in no time!"

"The result of our day and night...Why does this sound a bit off?" Zhuge Qing lazily took the drawing, wiped his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

Although his face was still visibly tired, once he started doing things, he was not sloppy. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he became a shrewd and capable Zhuge Qing with a mind as quick as a fox.

"The previous self-cultivation stove had great flaws. The ability and achievements depended entirely on the person who held the stove, so the person holding the stove must be a person with excellent qualifications and talent." Ma Xianhong said to himself beside him, "And that kind of stove is very harmful to Zhuge Liang.

For people like me and Taoist Master Wang Ye who are successful in cultivation, it doesn’t have much improvement effect.”

"But once the perfect self-cultivation furnace is successfully built, even people like Brother Zhuge and Taoist Wang Ye can improve!"

Zhuge Qing made a few gestures on the design with his fingers: "I know, I know, how many times have you said this? Don't draw any more pie. If you do it a few more times, I will be squeezed to death."

"Haha, I didn't tell a lie." Ma Xianhong stroked his long hair and said with a smile, "If you use a superior instrument as the furnace holder, then on the day when the perfect self-cultivation furnace is born, as long as Zhuge Qing is willing, it will be

It can elevate Brother Zhuge to an unimaginable level!"

"Come on, I have my own business. Although your self-cultivation furnace is powerful, it is not an exaggeration to say that the creation is magical, but it may not be suitable for me. I have my own..." Zhuge Qing handed the drawing back to Ma Xianhong,

He lay back again, closed his eyes and said, "No problem, we can build it."

Ma Xianhong breathed a sigh of relief and carefully put away the design drawing.

Zhuge Qing said again: "By the way, Zhang Chulan and those people are obviously here with bad intentions. If you lock yourself here to design a self-cultivation furnace, don't you worry about your own village?"

"Everyone can come here. I am open and honest, and there is nothing shameful about me." Ma Xianhong said casually.

He gave the order, and those who were knocking and knocking, some loosely like flowers, started busy in an orderly manner. Some were carrying materials, some were smelting materials, and some were beginning to assemble various components, as smoothly as a factory assembly line.

"What does it have to do with whether you are open-minded or not?" Zhuge Qing squinted his eyes and looked at Ma Xianhong, "Aren't you afraid that the village will be gone when you go out?"

Ma Xianhong said with a smile: "They are so capable? Don't underestimate my rooting device."

"Don't underestimate those people." Zhuge Qing closed his eyes again, "None of them are simple, and with the scourge of Zhang Chulan, I won't be surprised when you go out and find that the village is gone."

Ma Xianhong was about to speak when he suddenly heard shouts from outside the Xiu Shen Hall.

"Ma Xianhong, are you there?"

……

"As I said, the leader is not available. If anything happens, we will wait until the leader comes out of seclusion."

Outside the Xiu Shen Pavilion, a stone popped out of the hand of Zhong Xiaolong, who had broken purple hair and wore earrings.

"Then you have to wait. Who knows when he will come out? I said, only come to Ma Xianhong if there is something urgent. Otherwise, do you think I am here to cause trouble when I have nothing to do?"

The disheveled Wang Ye punched the stones, but his face still looked listless, as if he had just climbed out of bed.

"Isn't there just nothing to do? Ever since you stayed in the village, how often have you not been sleeping and wandering around, Taoist Priest Wang Ye?" Zhong Xiaolong blocked the steps of the Xiu Shen Pavilion, folding his hands and saying, "Taoist Priest Wang Ye, don't

It’s a waste of effort, you won’t be able to see the leader until he comes out of seclusion.”

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"Oh, something is really wrong with me...Why don't you believe me?"

Wang Ye sighed, and shouted loudly like Xiu Shen Pavilion: "Ma Xianhong, just say it when you are alive, I really have something important to see you."

A few stones flew towards Wang Ye again.

Wang Ye moved backwards.

A huge figure rushed from behind. Before the person arrived, the shadow in the sun had already enveloped Wang Ye.

As if there was an eye behind him, Wang Ye nimbly avoided it again.

The strong man with a crew cut, rough face, and typical northern features jumped in the air, but did not continue to take action. He just turned around and stared at Wang Ye eagerly.

Zhong Xiaolong snorted coldly: "Taoist Master Wang Ye, if you disturb the leader's retreat again, don't blame us..."

The door of Xiu Shen Pavilion was suddenly opened, and Ma Xianhong walked out barefoot.

"It's okay, Xiaolong."

"Leader?"

Zhong Xiaolong and the strong man looked at Ma Xianhong at the same time.

"I was useless. I didn't block Taoist Wang Ye and disturbed Taoist retreat." Zhong Xiaolong said with shame.

"It doesn't matter." Ma Xianhong waved his hand and said to Wang Ye, "What important matter does Master Wang have to come to me urgently? Have you decided to join our Biyou Village and become a member of the Shanggenqi? Then Ma Xianhong is really welcome.

."

"You're thinking too much." Wang Ye took out his cell phone and threw it to Ma Xianhong, "Someone asked me to be the intermediary and wants to have a few words with you."

"Oh? Talk to me?" Ma Xianhong, who caught the phone, glanced at the phone and put it to his ear full of questions.

"Master Ma?" came a gentle male voice on the phone.

Hearing the stranger call him "Master Ma", Ma Xianhong dug his toes into the ground in embarrassment and subconsciously corrected: "If you don't dare to be a leader, just call me Ma Xianhong."

After saying this, he asked doubtfully: "Who are you?"

Two words came from the phone: "Lu Zhen."

"Lu..." Ma Xianhong was stunned, "Lü Zhen? The one from the Lu family..."

"Yes, it's me."

Putting aside the surprise on his face, Ma Xianhong began to think about the meaning of this call: "You and I don't seem to have anything to do with each other, so why are you looking for me? I heard that you once dealt with Zhang Chulan, and it was for Zhang Chulan.

Come? If so..."

"No, it has nothing to do with Zhang Chulan. I'm here just for you."

A few minutes later, looking at the backs of Wang Ye and Zhong Zilong, Ma Xianhong frowned: "What is he here for? Is it really as simple as he said?"

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about it and couldn't wait to turn around and enter the Xiu Shen Pavilion.

"If that Lu Zhen arrives, just notify me directly."

"Okay, leader!" The strong man standing outside the Xiu Shen Pavilion nodded in response.

……

"Hey, Lao Wang, why don't you recharge your batteries today?" Zhang Chulan smiled and greeted Wang on the roadside.

Feng Baobao was squatting on a stone on the side of the road, staring intently at a man named Lao Meng not far away who was getting close to Chen Duo.

The dog named Chen Junyan was wagging its tail eagerly beside Lao Meng.

"I almost forgot about you." Wang Ye paused, glanced in Chen Duo's direction, then looked at Zhang Chulan, touched his chin and said, "You changed your number, but you still don't have your original phone?"

"Mobile phone?" Zhang Chulan blinked in confusion.

"Let me tell you, why did you come to me instead of you!" Wang Ye grabbed Zhang Chulan's shoulders and dragged him away, "You come with me too!"

Zhang Chulan was dragged for a few steps in confusion before struggling: "Where to go? Old Wang, you have to explain something clearly, right? You are so panicked that I panicked too..."

"I'm really panicking..." Wang Ye sighed, "Another unexpected change happened. I don't know whether it is good or bad, but I always feel uneasy."

"I'm going to go, Lao Wang, don't scare me! I'm such a sweetheart and I can't help but scare you!" Zhang Chulan took a breath of cold air, "You half-immortal are not at ease anymore? Is the sky going to fall?"<

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"Whether the sky is falling or not, you will know later. I just went to pick up someone." Wang Ye said, "It should be a surprise for you? Maybe..."
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