Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

"Gudong!"

Shen Wuming's pupils shrank slightly, and he swallowed his saliva. Even before he got his hands on it, he had already felt the power of the black and red ink armor.

"Uncle Cao gave me such a generous gift, Wuming really feels ashamed to accept it..."

Shen Wuming rubbed his hands, his face full of excitement, he said he felt guilty, but he had already stepped forward.

Cao Zijing rolled his eyes, "As the son-in-law of my Cao family, how can I treat you badly?"

"As long as you don't let Zhuyu down, this set of ink armor is nothing, it's not even a little finger of my Cao family's wealth."

Cao Zijing was proud, and he also wanted to increase Cao Zhuyu's bargaining chips in Shen Wuming's heart.

Shen Wuming smiled and walked to the ink armor, "I wonder what this set of ink armor is called?"

"I didn't choose it."

Cao Zijing shook his head, "I don't want to interfere with the weapons you use!"

"Then Zhuyu, help me choose one."

Shen Wuming turned his head and looked at Cao Zhuyu.

He also knew what Cao Zijing meant, but neither party said it clearly.

At this time, he asked Cao Zhuyu to come over and name it, which was to express the feelings between him and Zhuyu.

A glimmer of satisfaction flashed in Cao Zijing's eyes.

Cao Zhuyu walked to his side, took his hand, and thought for a while, "Why not call it Huangjin?"

"You and I first met because of the golden crane, and calling it Huangjin is quite memorable."

It's just a bit vulgar!

Shen Wuming was speechless, "But it's black and red!"

"That's right."

Cao Zhuyu smiled innocently, "Add the eye of the candle dragon to it, so let's call it 'Zhulong'!"

"And I also hope that my husband will become a dragon, Wuming, you are the dragon soaring in the sky in my heart."

"Okay."

Shen Wuming didn't object this time. Although it was a bit second-year, it was also very nice.

And from the words, you can feel Cao Zhuyu's deep love for him.

He grabbed Cao Zhuyu's hand, interlocked his five fingers, slowly raised it, and gently kissed the back of her hand.

"No matter what time, I will always be your dragon and will protect you forever."

"Don't be so cheesy, go and try." Cao Zijing didn't sneer this time, but smiled with relief.

"By the way, I want to make your shovel for you. I'll have someone bring it to you."

A few days ago, Cao Zhuyu asked for the walking stick he had taken from the old bastard, saying that he wanted to study it.

As soon as Cao Zijing said this, Shen Wuming understood.

He used the walking stick to make a shovel for him again, and the style was very similar to the "Zhulong Armor".

The same black black iron as the base, covered with red runes like magma.

The front end of the shovel is more slender than before, similar to the shape of the Mo Dao, but it is wider and thicker, and it has an arc shape.

"Let me try."

Shen Wuming walked forward and refined the Zhulong Armor under the guidance of the Mohist master.

"Armor!"

Shen Wuming shouted softly, and the Zhulong Armor turned into a group of black magic power, wrapping his whole body.

The shovel also moved without wind, suddenly hitting his hand. Shen Wuming made a slight movement, and a whirlwind suddenly rose.

"I'll go out and try!"

As soon as Shen Wuming finished speaking, he drove the Candle Dragon Armor to break through the ceiling of the Cao family workshop and went straight up to the sky.

The momentum like the sound of tides and lightning enveloped the area within a radius of several miles, surging power, blessing the body.

Zhang Sanbao couldn't help but take a step back, only to feel that his fifth realm cultivation was like paper.

In front of Shen Wuming, he seemed to have become a weak child, and if he was not careful, he would be beaten to death by a shovel.

"This guy is originally the sixth realm of Confucianism and Mohism, and with this set of Mohism, I'm afraid he can compete with me."

Zhao Qiansun sighed, staring at the Candle Dragon Armor flying across the sky, with envy in his eyes.

Although Cao Zijing said that this set of Candle Dragon Armor was not as good as a little finger of Cao's wealth.

But Zhao Qiansun knew it very well.

The money spent on making the Zhulong Armor was not much, but many materials were in short supply.

Whether it was the deep-sea black iron he took out, or the Zhulong Eye and the Fire Stone Marrow that Cao Zijing had used all means to find.

It was not a question of how much it was worth, but there might only be one or two pieces in the world.

Especially the Zhulong Eye, which was unique.

Shen Wuming soared above the sky, adapted for a while, and then gently swung the shovel, which was a huge force of millions of pounds.

Even if there was a small mountain in front of him, he could easily smash it, which was indeed extraordinary.

"Woo hoo..."

Shen Wuming laughed loudly, and then landed in the yard of the Cao family workshop, with smoke and dust everywhere, just like a helicopter landing.

"Zhuyu, come here, I'll take you flying."

Cao Zhuyu ran out happily, and Shen Wuming stretched out his armor-covered hands and hugged her in his palms.

"Take off."

The Zhulong armor soared into the sky, and Cao Zhuyu, who was held in the palm of his hand, also opened his arms and shouted loudly.

"It's great to be young."

Cao Zijing walked out of the door, not caring about the Cao family workshop that was smashed into ruins, but chuckled.

There was relief and relief in his eyes.

Zhuyu seemed to have not laughed so wildly for a long time, and had not been so happy.

"It may not be so difficult to accept to let them be together, don't you think, Uncle Zhao?"

Cao Zijing murmured to himself.

Zhao Qiansun sat on the doorstep, looking at the two figures in the sky lovingly, "As long as Zhuyu is happy."

"I suddenly have an idea."

Zhang Sanbao suddenly spoke, "If we make these armors and equip them to the military of various countries..."

"You are so smart." Zhao Qiansun said disdainfully, "Why bother with these things when you can't do a good business?"

"If it is really promoted, then our merchants, especially the Cao family, will be caught in the typhoon."

"You have nothing better to do."

...

Guangwu Camp has changed its previous solemn atmosphere, and lights and decorations are hung everywhere, and the barracks are covered with couplets.

It can be said that.

This is the most comfortable year for all the soldiers in Guangwu Camp since they joined the army.

Although Chu Pingshan's military discipline is extremely strict, even if the camp celebrates the New Year, it still arranges a lot of scouts and patrols.

But most soldiers have canceled their daily training and are preparing to make dumplings and post calligraphy and paintings.

There are also hundreds of soldiers who participated in the collective wedding. At this time, they are dressing up with the help of their comrades.

The rough man on weekdays rarely put on a bright red wedding dress, and his face is also shy.

In fact, many people do not plan to get married in the short term.

Just because they can take advantage of Chu Pingshan and others, those who have lovers but are not married just take this opportunity.

And when they told their families about this, both the man's family and the woman's family expressed their support.

In just two days, the bride was sent over, along with a bunch of relatives.

"Hei Jiao, Lao Huang."

After Chu Pingshan led his men to patrol a circle, he called the man and the demon alone.

"It's okay for the army to celebrate today, but we still have to be careful when patrolling, and we must not let anything go wrong."