These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 352 Planning and Development of the Villa

At night, the forum is still lively.

They were laughing and joking, not as serious as Ning Zheng.

Dog planners all love to play this trick.

Even if a game starts out prosperous, it will immediately turn into chaos after a few expansion packs are released.

Troubled times are the home turf of their Sword Forging Villa.

The main storyline fits in well.

Ye Kuangxiu: "Nine times out of ten, it will be the sun and the moon that destroy the world."

Jiucai Rong: "That's right, the planner's mind is so easy to guess, even a capitalist like me can understand it. The old steward said to destroy the world, who can destroy the world? The kings? The rebels? No one can reach this level, probably only the sun and the moon."

Auntie Xian: "That's right. When the current saint dies, it will obviously be a strange month and a strange day. It may be born. This is the most powerful evil existence in history, a time bomb."

During the sage's lifetime, the sun and the moon shone across the nine provinces, benefiting the people and cleansing the turbid air of heaven and earth. This delayed the rise of the red sun, which came only once every 150 years.

After a saint dies, the same logic as before his death is maintained. The sun and the moon shine on the nine provinces. If the sunlight of that strange day shines on one's body, which living person can withstand it?

As for the saint after his death, does his sun and moon cleanse the turbid air of heaven and earth?

What is being cleansed are the living people on earth!
The more diligent you are during your lifetime, the greater the harm you will cause after your death.

Jiucai Rong: "How ironic! The more sagely and mythical a saint is, the more he becomes a super villain in the world after his death!"

Dai Xiahu: "This worldview is too dark. Even the saint himself would not want to see it. He knows that after his death, he will not think that he is dead. He will harm the people of the world. How desperate will he be facing such a future?"

Lin Daiyu: "The saint is so pitiful, woo woo woo."

This worldview is stunning, brilliant, yet incredibly tragic.

He loved the people much during his lifetime.

After his death, he brought great harm to the people.

Su Yu Niang: "By the way, what do you think of the new saint?"

Shao Chai Kun: "It takes turns to be the emperor. No matter who it is, it will not affect our status in the court."

Ouch, the Claysmith: "That's right. We are the Ministry of Works - the Military Equipment Bureau - Xirong. Whoever gets promoted will have to use us, a bunch of stinky blacksmiths, to protect the court for him."

Daojiujiu: "This leek has a pretty high self-awareness."

Ye Kuangxiu: "Ahem, we are high-level leeks, ministers with official positions in the imperial court, and even third-rank officials! Master craftsmen of reforms who are famous throughout the nine states! Technical talents. Of course, our villa is too weak, so we have to resist a world annihilation, a large-scale AOE, and not be affected."

Everyone knows.

When a saint dies, he will become an earth-bound spirit and reside in his own tomb [Fei Jian Zhi].

The range of the Earth-Binding Spirit's activities is not that large. It is estimated that it cannot even travel far from the capital. How could it possibly endanger Kyushu?

of course.

The Earth-Binding Spirit cannot go out, but the Earth-Binding Spirit’s Dharma Image can go out!
It must be the sun and moon of the Jiusui Saint, patrolling the Nine Provinces, that caused this huge disaster.

Then the problem is coming.

"Why is the new saint so lame? Can't he control the Nine-Spiced Saint of [Fei Jian Zhi] who entered the Imperial Mausoleum?"

“Too watery.”

"That's right, it must have escaped from the imperial mausoleum. The new saint couldn't defeat it, which led to the danger to the world."

"Cry, cry, cry."

"It's all the New Saint's fault. When Saint Jiusui died, he must have buried himself well. How could he not know what would happen after his death? So, who opened the lid of his coffin when it was tightly covered?"

"What the above person said is correct, but please be more respectful in your words."

As they talked, they were able to give a general idea of the plot.

After all, Ning Zheng had already hinted it very clearly.

Who can destroy the world?

At the critical moment of the saint's death, those who understand will understand.

"They were discussing it crazily, but they didn't care at all about why I could predict the future destruction of the world."

Ning Zheng wanted to complain.
"Perhaps, in their eyes, planning is about being able to predict the future."

“If you can’t predict the future and modify the probability, you are not a qualified game planner.”

Ning Zheng just took a quick glance and found that there was nothing serious.

He was also thinking:

Why is that new saint so lame?
I gave up my throne to you and made you a saint, but within a short time, you created so many troubles? You can't even protect the tomb of the former saint?
——He wanted to see who the new saint was.

Ning Zheng pondered, kept scanning these posts, and watched their excited discussions, and couldn't help but sigh:
"Even if the world is destroyed, we are still laughing."

"After all, they are just travelers from another world. They don't belong to this world after all."

"As passers-by, they cannot stay here permanently."

Ning Zheng also knows clearly.

If we talk about the subordinates who have completely integrated into this era, it is actually their ember babies.

Those were Ning Zheng’s real subordinates, the natives.

For example, Ember Leek Rong, Ember Sword Fairy, and Ember Knife Chuchu have all copied the same team.

Even if these blacksmiths were kicked away, he would not panic.

——The replica blacksmith of the villa makes his grand appearance!
Just waiting for this group of ember babies to awaken and revive, completely travel through time and become real natives!
Leek is a native of Rong.

Daojuju Aboriginal
Only then will they truly accompany him and protect this sword-making force for decades or hundreds of years, until it grows into a large holy land and an ancient family.

of course.

The role of these living blacksmiths is still very important today.

Although the luck they provide is not as good as the daily luck of the prison, they are like living water, which can continuously create weapons and new embers.
It’s like the source of an army’s arsenal, churning out soldiers and weapons like crazy.

The next morning.

The weather has noticeably warmed up.

A morning sun slowly rises from the gaps between the mountains.

The snow on the ground began to melt and the weather became much warmer.

Squeak.

Open the door and look at the scenery outside.

"If you calculate the time, this winter is almost coming to an end."

Ning Zheng felt that the court was still moving fast. The sun and moon disappeared for only two months, and they rose again. "What a pity, Saint."

“It’s ultimately a tragedy.”

Ning Zheng sighed.

To this day, Ning Zheng still doesn't know the saint's true identity, origins, name, or his past hundreds of thousands of years ago.

However, among the tomb owner Li Wanqi in the [Linmen] Tomb, there was the figure of a young scholar who appeared briefly 28 years ago.

"Only by restoring his hometown in his own tomb can we know his past."

Ning Zheng whispered softly:

"Like Li Wanqi, the owner of the [Scale Gate] Tomb, only there can we see her childhood rise and hatred."

"If you have a plan, you should go to the new imperial mausoleum [Fei Jian] to have a look. The entire life of that saint is buried there."

Ning Zheng raised her head and looked at the gentle sun.

It is the sun and moon on my Xinyi Island, and I don’t know who built it.

The sun during the day and the moon at night both reflect the shadow of a different sacred tree, with swaying branches and twinkling stars.

Occasionally, you can see some stars or immortals descending above the sun and the moon, drinking tea on the leaves, visiting, and discussing philosophy, feeling very comfortable.

Could this be a place for the patrolling stars of Xinyi Continent to rest? Or go fishing?

Ning Zheng was a little surprised.

What a pity that the sun and the moon are not made by myself, otherwise they could be hung above the head of Xinyizhou and secretly serve as a satellite.

But that’s just a thought.

No matter which sun or moon it is, they have been free of backlash and are celestial artifacts for public use, serving the people of the world.

There are sacred trees growing on the sun and moon, and it feels like the work of Doukouzhou?
After all, it might be the sun and moon cast by Lingnong.

It can't really be a plant, right?

"Doukouzhou is still awesome, the trend of planting trees is prevalent, and there are a group of fierce tree-planting people. It is worthy of being called the spiritual farming profession, which is the number one secondary profession!"

"No wonder every Sun and Moon team has a Shennong from the Doukou family as standard, which shows how huge their power is."

"There happens to be a Doukouhong in the team. I'll ask this Sun and Moon some other day."

“That’s the benefit of networking.”

Sword Making Villa.

When Ning Zheng arrived, she found that everyone was still tinkering with the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace and seemed to be addicted to it.

They even moved the stove to the center of the villa square, and a group of people watched.

"Hahaha, come out, you bastard."

"Tsk, look at the synthesis diagram I researched today, river monster + shell, come out, stupid hippopotamus egg!"

"You are swearing at me, son of a bitch, motherfuckers."

When Ning Zheng passed by the square, she looked back frequently and suddenly felt that even a second before the end of the world, they could be so happy. They haven't gotten tired of it after several days. They are addicted.

Especially before Shi Youyou, they wanted to tease this cute black-bellied girl who copied us. Don't you like to steal from us? Perform in the villa and let her come this time to steal some special things from us.

They had already posted several strategy guides online, which surprised Shi Youyou.

But now?

This time when someone came to play with them, the blacksmith ignored them and just chased them away.

His face was full of: Get lost, what’s so funny about this girl? I’m too lazy to use the plan, it’s affecting my pet fusion!

“It’s really carefree.”

He summoned a group of senior executives from the villa and went to the management office for a meeting.

I went into the city yesterday and had all the fun and fun I could have. My vacation is over.

It's time to get back to work at the villa.

Ning Zheng sat on the main seat and looked at the people below:
"Now, let's formally discuss the development of our villa. Please tell us your recent suggestions."

Everyone looked at each other.

The villa's development advisor, Ye Kuangxiu, came out:
"Old steward, we currently believe that we have only one main direction, which is to save our lives first."

"Shelter."

"We are about to enter doomsday survival mode. This disaster is no different from the prehistoric flood in our hometown and the arrival of the Ice Age."

"The overwhelming torrent of sunlight and the flood of moonlight washed over the entire earth, illuminating the 'evil people' in the eyes of the saints."

"Shelter is the key to survival in the apocalypse. First of all, we must prepare water, food, meat, and various supplies."

"We basically have all the supplies we looted last time. We don't have to worry about resupplying them. The second thing is the protective formation."

Ning Zheng nodded.

When it comes to surviving in the doomsday, the protective formation is the most important thing.

My current second-phase defense formation is already very strong.

The Sanyuan Realm families in the local cities, after breaking through the Ershi Realm, are qualified to go out and build independent private cities, and they all use this kind of Ershi Realm formation.

I crammed seven or eight of them in here, but I couldn't even hold it.

It will be very troublesome when your luck starts to show that you are going to die.

Under the gaze of a saint, those at the master level are all ants. This is a bit horrifying.

"This is the unprecedented evil god. You cannot look directly at him! You cannot listen to him!"

Night Madness said:

"We'd better get a batch of high-level defensive formations through the channels in the capital. Fortunately, our secondary professional circles share what we have, so it's normal to find a few divine formation masters to customize a few formations for our villa."

They have innate advantages.

If it were an outsider, even a high-level combat monk, they might not buy it.

If you want to customize, you have to queue up.
Aren’t there enough powerful monks in the world?

The cost of training a high-level professional is several times greater than that of training a combat monk. Their experience and skills are all acquired with money.

There are countless customers lining up for those god-level professionals, just like their Xirong master craftsmen, who are in short supply.

But now we are all friends in the same circle. You help me and I help you. There is no problem at all.

Customizing a defensive formation is not a problem.

(End of this chapter)