Chapter 137 Su Pan: My husband, I am my sister’s son (additional update on the sixth day of the lunar month, please subscribe)

After making arrangements, Supan thought for a moment and said, "Husband, the wind master seems to have encountered some trouble recently."

Master is in trouble?

Lin Mosheng was slightly startled, and he said seriously, "Is it serious?"

Su Pan shook his head, "There should be no problem for the time being. I just felt that the Feng Master was a little weak when I saw him last time."

Lin Mosheng took note of this, he knew what Supan meant.

My master, Feng Laosi, has been very strong all his life. If my apprentice doesn't take the initiative to ask about this matter, he will probably choose to resist on his own.

Lin Mosheng rubbed his forehead and complained, "Aren't there some good things?"

"Of course."

Supan took out a box of rice box from the storage cabinet next to him. The box was separated in the middle. There was half a catty of rouge-colored long-grain rice on the left and half a catty of cloud-colored round-grain rice on the right.

"Has this rice been grown?"

He still believes more in the strategy of elite soldiers than the strength of numbers.

"What's going on with these dark soldiers under my command now?"

The kid sent word that Gan Zitai, who was training Yin soldiers at the training ground, strode into the City God's Temple, clasped his fists at Lin Mosheng and said, "I've seen the general."

Lin Mosheng was slightly surprised, this is so simple.

Within and outside the Three Realms, only Tao is supreme.

Lin Mosheng smiled sarcastically and pulled Ye Guhong to take the lead, "Ahong, this matter about Supan..."

Lin Mosheng instantly realized that during the previous battle at the City God's Temple, Su Pan must have gone to Ye Guhong for help.

Lin Mosheng calmed down and said seriously, "In the future, you are not allowed to go to that lunatic Leon without my permission!"

Ah Can curiously handed over his right arm, which had a broken tendon. Lin Mosheng's palm covered the broken tendon of Ah Can's right arm.

There has been no follow-up on Yin's longevity for so long, and he understands that the Yin Division must be wary of Stephen Zhou, the Stove Lord's tiger skin.

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Half an hour later, Feng Laosi, Liu Zhanhua and Acan were invited to the City God's Temple.

"But Hong Kong is after all one of the mouths of the Chinese Dragon Vein. There are quite a lot of spiritual lands here. There are thirty-five ghost kings... No, there are thirty-four now. The territory of the red-haired ghost king of Dayu Island

It was accepted by us, but it’s too far away and I haven’t had time to build a temple and develop it. I estimate that I can produce about 600 kilograms of spiritual rice every month.”

"Where is the military morale?" Lin Mosheng asked.

A ray of innate Qi surged out of Lin Mosheng's body, penetrated directly through the skin and landed on the broken tendons.

Su Pan thought for a while and felt that it would be better to let Gan Zitai talk about this matter. Although the temple is small now, it has begun to take shape, and everyone should perform their duties.

I have cultivated extensively for ten thousand kalpas and proved my magical power.

"You arrange a system of rewards and punishments for military merit, pay the generals first, and then drag these 'new soldiers' to attack the temples of several ghost kings, and then they will naturally return to their hearts."

Lin Mosheng knew the corresponding functions of these two types of rice as soon as he heard the names.

The lone star of the evil spirits, the good man of nine generations, indomitable, and at ease

Gan Zitai himself is extremely talented, and coupled with the life-and-death battle with Tyrannosaurus, a master of holding pills, he may have found some opportunities to hold pills.

Next, he will definitely wipe out the evil atmosphere of yin and yang in Hong Kong, and not only must it be wiped out, but also if he wants to re-establish an order, sufficient violent deterrence must be maintained permanently, and this cannot be done by himself alone.

Lin Mosheng naturally does not know how to command troops, but he knows one thing.

The original 300 Yin soldiers, thanks to the blessing of Stephen Zhou, the Stove Lord, those who survived were transformed into 200 [Yin soldiers], and their talents were naturally stronger.

Ye Guhong

Lin Mosheng first looked at his master Feng Laosi. As Su Pan said, Feng Laosi was a little depressed overall.

"But after all, these Yin soldiers have not been blessed by [Zohuo], so I feel that their talents are a bit weak."

After receiving Lin Mosheng's promise, Ye Guhong smiled like a flower for a moment. She naturally knew that Leon's strange martial arts practice method was too dangerous, but now, everything was worth it.

Skill:

Superior yoga LV2, Bajiquan LVmax.

He thought for a moment and said, "Brother Gao has thirty kilograms per month, Master has fifteen kilograms per month, and the rest will be distributed to the Yin soldiers on a monthly basis."

After that, he ignored Lin Mosheng's eyes that wanted to shield him and walked out of the hall on his own.

Out of sight, out of hearing.

He looked at Ah Can. Although he and Ah Can were not known as masters and disciples, Ah Can did teach him a favor when he was the weakest.

After all, we are all partners, we are a family!

The only uncertainty is that Stephen Zhou cannot control the power of the Kitchen King himself, and he has to find a way to help him slowly regain the throne of the Kitchen King.

Lin Mosheng happily patted his shoulder. He finally regained his integrity after being led astray by the club.

Taking in Lin Mosheng, a talented disciple, he was both comfortable and miserable as a master.

He rubbed his chin, well, he still had to find a way to get a little more wool from Stephen Zhou, the Stove Lord.

The spirit and spirit of the grass-roots non-commissioned officers and soldiers cannot be simply expressed through the system panel.

Lin Mosheng nodded, "Master will come later and let him choose a good day."

"Brother Can, hand over your right arm."

Although the starting point of this neurosis is good, but he has been experimenting on his own family members. Who knows what to do if he loses his temper?

After all, in the original plot, he himself was out of touch.

If you hold on to the pill now, you may end up like Liu Zhanhua, slipping to the pill midway.

The remaining thirty-four ghost kings in Hong Kong are the best targets.

He observed Lin Mosheng carefully and couldn't understand how far Lin Mosheng had practiced now.

Lin Mosheng nodded, knowing what Gan Zitai was talking about.

Agreement?

"Ah Sheng, have you given birth to an innate energy?"

But seeing Gan Zitai's entangled expression, he suddenly came to his senses.

Lin Mosheng thought about it for a moment and realized that he remembered his agreement with Ye Guhong that Ahong would officially become his fiancée after becoming a martial arts master.

Lin Mosheng rubbed his nose and thought that he was a bad person.

"yes."

Age:20

Strength:24

Constitution: 24

Agility:25

Perception:31

Spirit:23

Martial Arts:

It makes me feel like my body has exhausted too much vitality.

After listening to Su Pan's story, Ye Guhong naturally knew about this matter. She pinched the soft flesh of Lin Mosheng's waist and said, "Smooth talk."

Lin Mosheng saw the twinkling look in Supan's little girl's eyes and immediately understood what she was thinking. He scratched her nose and said, "Of course I can do this. By the way, how is the training of the Yin soldiers gathered earlier?

"

Lin Mosheng stretched out his hand to grab the rouge-colored rice grains, grabbed a handful, and swallowed it directly into his belly. The orange-red stove fire in his body burned, quickly decomposing the rice grains into energy, and a soft blood force spread throughout his body.

There is golden light in my body, which reflects my body.

After talking about the dark soldiers under his command, Lin Mosheng looked at Gan Zitai.

Lin Mosheng nodded and spoke directly with the facts.

Su Pan was equally delighted, "This is the type of rice that Master Feng asked his fellow disciples to bring from Maoshan. The rouge-colored one on the left is 'Zhuangxue Rice', and the cloud-colored one on the right is 'Yunshen Rice'."

Lin Mosheng was stunned for a moment, then his face became ecstatic, "You have it?"

"how could be?"

The first sound of "general" is the formal title and the distinction between master and subordinate. This sound of "big brother" is the sincerity.

Lin Mosheng looked along the sound, and his scalp suddenly felt numb.

This kind of rice is of little significance to a cheating person like him. Now is the time to raise troops. Of course, he can be like those wise masters. He doesn't eat it himself first, but he also wants to let the big soldiers below him eat first. Otherwise, who will give it to him?

You work hard.
To be continued...