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But Ma Xianhong still ignored the opposition and insisted on having Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao join the team of Biyou Village.
Wearing a baseball cap and glasses, with a very low sense of presence, the man who introduced himself as Zhang Kun Shanggenqi drove a rented seven-seater van and took the remaining dozen people to the desert.
"Fortunately, the two big guys, Hari Chagai and Jin Yong, didn't come this time, otherwise this small car really wouldn't be able to accommodate so many of us."
Ma Xianhong was sitting in the passenger seat, but he turned his head and chatted with Zhang Chulan.
Zhang Chulan's smile had become stiff and distorted.
It is certainly not comfortable for more than a dozen people to squeeze into a seven-seater van.
The four girls in the team were squeezed into a row. Feng Baobao sat next to the window. Next to her were the only two girls with good aptitude in Biyou Village, the violent loli Liu Wukui, and the tall swordsman Fu Rong. In addition, at the edge of the first row sat Judy, who had an expressionless face and looked like a puppet.
"This Judy seems to be a later arrival like us. Judging from the performance of Fu Rong and Liu Wukui, they are not very familiar with this Judy."
Zhang Chulan and the others squeezed into the last two rows, half of their buttocks sitting in the air, analyzing the situations of the people in front in order to divert their attention.
But this method did not make him feel better.
For a moment, he even doubted whether his choice was right. If this group of people planned to drive this car into the desert, he would definitely call the other temporary workers without saying a word and ask them to come and help.
Fortunately, after the van drove out of the city, it stopped in an uninhabited area beside the highway.
As soon as the car stopped, like a Coke bottle that stopped shaking, everyone rushed out of the van impatiently. It was obvious that Zhang Chulan was not the only one who felt uncomfortable.
"Ugh~, Zhang Kun, you are so good. No wonder you volunteered to replace me as the driver on the plane today. Did you think of this a long time ago?"
Wearing the old-fashioned short coarse cloth clothes that were often worn by warriors in the Republic of China and that one often sees on TV, the man with silver-white hair grabbed Zhang Kun's collar and shook it wildly as soon as he got out of the van to vent his dissatisfaction.
Zhang Kun just smiled foolishly and didn't fight back.
Anyway, I have already gained some benefits, so I might as well vent my hatred.
"Okay, Qiu Rang, take out the village, we still have to hurry."
“Yes!” Qiu Rang listened to Ma Xianhong’s words very much, almost as if they were an imperial decree. He was also the only one here who had a talent for refining weapons, and was taught the Divine Machine Hundred Refining Technique by Ma Xianhong.
Qiu Rang took out a red and yellow bead the size of a ping-pong ball with a spyglass on it from his pocket.
Zhang Chulan asked: "What is that?"
Ma Xianhong explained: "That is the Devouring Sac, a storage device made based on the idea of the Sumeru Mustard Seed."
"You can put dead things or unconscious creatures in it. If you like, I can give you one."
Ma Xianhong casually took out a swallowing bag and threw it to Zhang Chulan.
“This is too precious.”
Zhang Chulan was caught off guard and hurriedly caught the sac.
He is no longer the young boy who has just entered the world of extraordinary people. He knows the preciousness of storage magic tools.
It would take an ordinary refiner several months to successfully refine such a storage device. Even in Nadutong, there are not many of them, so it can be said to be a rare treasure.
But Ma Xianhong just gave it to himself in such a plain way.
Rich! Big fat sheep!
Ma Xianhong didn't care about this and waved his hand for Zhang Chulan to accept it: "Everyone here has one of these things. For other refiners, the Devouring Capsule may be very difficult to make, but for a refiner who has mastered the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements, it can be made in a blink of an eye."
The divine machine is refined.
Zhang Chulan had a feeling in his heart. This was the fifth of the Eight Wonders that he had heard of. Like Hu Xiuwu's Tongtian Lu and Feng Tianyang's Juling Qianjiang, they were all the pinnacle of their respective types of skills.
Qiu Rangping raised the swallowing bag and took out the items stored in it.
Boom boom,
The object he took out was very large. It fell on the desert with a sound like a loud bell, and it raised layers of sand and dust.
Under the layers of sand, only the hazy silhouette of a huge monster can be vaguely seen, like a mirage.
When the strong wind from the desert blew away the sand and dust, the magic weapon that Qiu Rang took out revealed its true appearance.
Feng Baobao's eyes widened like grapes. She looked up and exclaimed emotionlessly, "Wow!"
It was a strangely shaped Fu ship, which was fifty meters long and did not have a deck like an ordinary ship. Instead, it had a three-story simple flying eaves tower that extended from the bow to the stern.
Although it is called a ship, it looks more like a barge in a garden that is built in the style of a ship.
Qiu Rang was very satisfied with Zhang Chulan's stunned look, and proudly introduced: "This is a new mobile vehicle that I and the leader worked together to build."
"Biyou Dazhai."
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Liu Wukui, who was a lively person, clenched his palm, revealing only a little finger, and teased: "Yes, you and the leader made the Biyou Village together. The leader completed 99% of it, and you completed two or three sampans."
Qiu Rang was furious: "Liu Wukui! Do you have nothing to do?"
Everyone in Biyou Village laughed knowing what was going on. Only Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao didn't understand. Judy was more like an outsider, confused and ignorant.
After laughing and joking, Ma Xianhong spread out his hands, smiled brightly, and motioned Zhang Chulan to go into Biyou Village for a visit.
The host invited Zhang Chulan into the house, and he followed his lead and jumped in from the low side of the boat. He was like a country boy who had never seen the world and came to the city for the first time. He looked around and found everything new.
The hull of Biyou Dazhai is as low as a black-sailed boat, but the cabin is as big as a pavilion.
The cabins on Biyou Village are three stories high and all of the buildings are made of wood. Obvious brackets can be seen between the pillars and lintels. Every few steps, there is a person with blush on his face, pale skin and a stiff smile, like the paper figurines in front of a grave.
With these dolls in place, no matter how bright and spacious the house is, it always feels like a deserted or haunted house, making people feel uneasy.
Seeing that Zhang Chulan was always looking at the puppets, Ma Xianhong explained considerately: "They are called Ruhua, puppets I made. They can obey simple instructions, and can also perform delicate movements under the control of the master."
Then, Ma Xianhong waved his hand, and two rows of beautiful receptionists all bent down and bowed in unison to welcome him.
Even weirder.
Zhang Chulan complained in his heart, but Feng Baobao was not affected at all and even reached out to twist Ruhua's arm.
Quickly grabbing Feng Baobao who was about to twist the arm off Ma Xianhong's puppet, Zhang Chulan quickly changed the subject: "How did you make such a big magic weapon in Biyou Village? It's amazing."
"That's nothing. Biyou Dazhai is not perfect."
Ma Xianhong stroked the side of the boat and the handrail. He did not feel proud of Zhang Chulan's compliment. Instead, he showed a regretful expression: "The time is still too short. In just a few days, it is impossible to manufacture a normal vehicle, so I can only use tricks."
It is a pity for a craftsman like Ma Xianhong who strives for perfection to produce an imperfect ritual instrument due to rushing the work.
Zhang Chulan was puzzled, and Ma Xianhong explained in detail: "Biyou Dazhai is not a complete magic weapon. The time is too short. Even if I want to make such a huge magic weapon, it will take a week or two. I have been perfecting my self-cultivation furnace and have not found time."
"So I could only make a raft and a wooden boat to carry the house. I carved the Earth Traveling Immortal Technique on the raft and made a large raft that can turn sand into water and glide across the desert."
"Then I instructed Ruhua to use the mortise and tenon joint technique to build a pavilion on the raft just like playing with building blocks."
So that's why. No wonder Qiu Rang called it the Biyou Village instead of the Biyou Boat or the Biyou Ship, because fundamentally speaking, it is a moving village.
That's why Liu Wukui said Qiu Rang just helped make a few sampans.
The only real magic weapon is the raft under their feet.
After everyone arrived at Biyou Dazhai, Ma Xianhong counted the number of people and then asked the old man next to him who had always been very low-key, wearing a pair of glasses and an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit, and looked like an old scholar:
"Professor Feng, you are an expert in ancient characters and Western culture. You are more familiar with the environment of the ancient Western Regions. You will lead the way from now on."
"Leave it to me, Master."
Professor Feng nodded with a smile, took out a map, placed it on the table, and gestured to Ma Xianhong: "Let's follow the Zidu Dark River first and find the Xiye Ancient City."
Fu Rong took out her own swallowing bag and called out to the little loli Liu Wukui: "Wukui, give me a hand, let's go cook."
Liu Wukui said with full energy: "Okay!"
With the Devouring Sac, at least the Xinjie group will not lack for supplies, and maybe they can even live a comfortable life.
Seeing the conversation between Fu Rong and Liu Wukui, Zhang Chulan seemed to be thinking about something.
Buzz!
The phone in his pocket vibrated twice, and Zhang Chulan took out his cell phone.
Xiao Zizai, a temporary worker in East China: Everyone, I have found a guide who has been to the Ancient City of Jingjue. Are there any colleagues who want to join him?
Southwest Wang Zhenqiu: Okay, let’s go together, Brother Xiao.
Huazhong temporary worker clarinet: Add me in.
Lao Meng: If it’s not too much trouble, could you take me with you?
Zhang Chulan glanced at the content, narrowed his eyes, and walked to Ma Xianhong: "Brother Ma, I have a few colleagues who also want to enter the desert. Do you think there are any vacancies in Biyou Village?"
Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao were just guests of Ma Xianhong, and their friendship was not that deep, so what he said was a bit too much.
If it were someone else, Zhang Chulan would definitely not say this.
But this is Ma Xianhong,
As expected, Ma Xianhong said nonchalantly: "Sure, there are many empty rooms in Dazhai, just let them come."
Lao Ma doesn't care about this.
Zhang Chulan turned on his phone and typed quickly.
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Temporary Worker in North China: Everyone, I have a vehicle that can travel quickly in the desert. The owner of the vehicle is very friendly and willing to take us. He also has the same goal as us and has a guide. Are you interested in coming over for a ride?
"It's the one called Feng Baobao from North China."
Xiao Zizai looked at the content on his phone and knew clearly what the North China temporary worker meant.
He discovered that other people were targeting Hu Xiuwu and Chen Duo, and fearing that he could not handle it alone, he planned to ask them to come over for help.
Ding!
Another piece of information came up.
Northeast temporary worker Er Zhuang: Oh my god, I am so tired, the network in this crappy place you are staying is really bad! Fortunately, Quan Xing and his gang brought satellite phones, and I finally located their location.
Ding!
Comprehensive positioning mini program.
"so far?"
Xiao Zizai opened Er Zhuangfa's mini program and pointed the point on the mobile map to the guide next to him.