When he used tricks to provoke, Lin Tuo didn't think too much.
Even if I thought about it occasionally, I would dismiss it with the thought that "all the people I don't know are just NPCs, data, and meaningless existences." []
But when he came to the scene in person and saw those dark faces and numb expressions, Lin Tuo finally couldn't deceive himself anymore.
With a heavy heart, while thinking about what he could do to resolve the disaster for the civilians as much as possible, he walked towards the Suo Mo Ridge.
Even if you are a cultivator, you are not allowed to come in and out at will.
Fortunately, what Lin Tuo had reported here earlier was an identity certificate printed by magical power.
As long as the appearance and skills are consistent with the identification, there will be no problem.
After changing into his previous appearance and switching to the Golden Light Jue state, Lin Tuo handed the mark of his identity to the guard.
"Are you... a disciple of the Jinguang Sect?" After verifying his identity, the guard handed it back to Lin Tuo and said with some confusion.
"Yes." Lin Tuo was a little confused, and the guard looked strange.
"It's been a while since you've been to Suo Mo Ridge, right?"
Lin Tuo's thoughts were racing, and he finally nodded: "Yes, it has been two months, and I have been outside..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the guard: "Tsk tsk, then you can take care of yourself. Next one!"
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With confusion in his head, Lin Tuo entered Suo Mo Ridge and without any delay, came to Yibao Pavilion.
"You're finally here!" Luo Jinglin was overjoyed when he saw Lin Tuo. The first thing he asked was, "How is my son?"
Luo Zhou is living a good life in Danfeng Village.
He was different from Young Master Ma. Young Master Ma had offended Lin Tuo, and he was considered a proton, a proton that Lin Tuo liked.
Because it was pleasing to the eye, when he woke up from demonization, Lin Tuo didn't let him stay in the cave at all, and directly pushed him to the people in Danfeng Village, without even concealing his identity.
After hearing that he was Luo Jinglin's only son, Ren Ping'er and others certainly didn't feel good about it.
But after hearing Lin Tuo's explanation that this guy was the proof of his "iron" relationship with Luo Jinglin, who could supply a large amount of food stamps to Danfeng Village every two months, his expression changed again.
Luo Zhou, who has experienced some changes, seems to have matured a little.
However, he still resented his father deeply and was unwilling to go back even if no one stayed.
He lived happily in Danfeng Village and became the first batch of foreign residents to be absorbed by Danfeng Village.
Seeing Luo Jinglin ask, Lin Tuo took out the letter written by Luo Zhou from his pocket.
In fact, it no longer matters whether or not Luo Zhou is used as a threat...
After experiencing a series of major events, Lin Tuo and Luo Jinglin have become like grasshoppers on a rope that cannot be shaken off even if they want to.
Lin Tuo's performance in the big event deeply impressed Luo Jinglin.
Lin Tuo's own strength has soared, and it is not Wu Xia Amen. Even if Luo Jinglin has objections, with his connections and power as the master of Yibao Pavilion in Suo Moling, it will still be difficult to embarrass the current Lin Tuo.
Zhan Xin burst into tears. After reading his son's letter word for word, Luo Jinglin looked excited.
However, after all, he was an old fox who crawled out of the mall. In a blink of an eye, he suppressed his excitement and talked about business with Lin Tuo.
When talking about buying and selling, Lin Tuo looked solemn.
At the auction, he spent all the money from robbing the armored truck.
Although hundreds of space bags were later seized while cleaning up the battlefield, everyone, like him, had finished participating in the auction.
There were a lot of things in the bag, and as for the money, it was as clean as if it had been washed.
There were hundreds of space bags, but not much was collected...
During this period, weapons were forged, artillery fire was realized, assembly lines were improved, farms were expanded, souls were suppressed... and his own cultivation needs.
The spiritual energy is simply flowing out in an endless stream, and the wealth of the entire family is almost exhausted.
So people say that ordinary people, poor in literature, rich in martial arts, and from aristocratic families, really cannot afford to spend that kind of money!
Since his pocket is about to bottom out, Lin Tuo of course has to find a way to find money...
Food has indeed been very expensive recently, but since we agreed to Danfeng Village, we certainly can't go back on our word.
Then the only way to come is from Luo Jinglin.
In one breath, he took out hundreds of space bags.
There are a total of 568 handles and 66 top quality products with three attributes;
3458 handle 66 two attributes are quasi-top quality;
2987 handle 56 three attributes quasi-top quality;
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The production efficiency of the assembly line is completely different from that of the primitive workshops of this era.
After perfecting the assembly line, Lin Tuo asked the puppet and a dozen workers to work overtime. In just two months, a total of hundreds of thousands of swords from high to low were produced.
In addition to the 44 white boards that Dongtian can directly synthesize, each handle can be worth a few runes, making up a total of 300,000 handles.
"There may be a lot of goods this time." Lin Tuo said sheepishly, rubbing his hands after placing the space bags neatly tied and stacked like a hill in front of Luo Jinglin.
"However, swords are not broken. If you put them here and sell them slowly, you can always sell them, right? I have no choice, I am short of money, and life is difficult... I have to work overtime."
"Oh, by the way, can you pay in cash? You just finished the auction, so you shouldn't be short of cash, right?" I misunderstood. It wasn't embarrassment, but the excitement of counting the cash.
Lin Tuo's shameless skills have reached a certain level.
However, beyond his expectation, he opened a space bag, searched for it with his mind, and then opened another, a third, a fourth...
Luo Jinglin was like a money detector in a bank, testing the authenticity of the sword in the space bag at an extremely fast and dizzying speed, without any trace of embarrassment on his face.
Not only did it not happen, but the more I read, the more excited I became: "So... so... so much, where did you get it from? Even if you robbed the Golden Light Sect, you wouldn't be able to get this much, right?"
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The reaction was a bit beyond Lin Tuo's expectations, and he couldn't help but ask: "Do you want all of these?"
"Of course! Of course!" Luo Jinglin nodded, "You, you are my timely help!"
Excitedly holding Lin Tuo's hand: "If I had known you had so much stuff, why would I have to go out of my way to find people to buy it!"
He waved his hand to summon a subordinate and ordered him to inform him immediately to stop all weapons acquisitions.
Looking back at Lin Tuo, it was as if he was seeing a beautiful woman just out of the bath: "How many goods do you have here in total? How many are there, how many I want, it's all included, please tell me the number!"
There are too many numbers, and I have long forgotten them, but there is a system in place. Each type is clearly understood and broadcasted.
While reporting to Lin Tuo, he was confused, something seemed... wrong.
"With all these swords, even if Ganzhou and Yao Luhai go to war, they won't consume so many swords, right?"
"Is it a lot? Not much?" Luo Jinglin was stunned when he heard this, "Weapons are essential for cultivators. When the two countries go to war, there are tens of thousands more cultivators in Suomo Ridge."
"The war is fierce, and it is very common for those low-level weapons to be replaced every month..."
"Even so, you can't expect everyone to buy weapons from Yibao Pavilion, right? For example, Golden Light Sect..."
Lin Tuo's words made Luo Jinglin stunned: "You still don't know? The Golden Light Sect has been destroyed!"
