High Priest Lanyin arrived at Zhimu's residence half an hour later.
Zhimu was terrified, and was so happy that she nearly fainted several times. Although low-level priests like them will meet the high priest in some large-scale sacrificial activities, there are very few opportunities to speak to him alone at such a close distance and so kindly. .
This is not just glory, it is simply a stroke of luck!
Leaving Zhimu alone in the restaurant dizzy, Lan Yin knocked on the door and entered the narrow slave room.
As the guardian warrior, Lan Yuan saw that the room was so narrow that the two of them stood full, and immediately suggested: "Why don't you go to the plantation outside, the moonlight is not bad tonight."
Zhan sat comfortably on the bed with the charred corpse in his arms, and didn't want to move.
Yan Mo kicked him in the head, "Going to the plantation, I would rather offend a gentleman than a villain. We still don't know what kind of heart the high priest here is. It's safer to support him."
The ears are good, almost all the voices of the two people talking outside entered the ears, and they naturally knew that the person who came was the High Priest of Yincheng.
Zhan didn't know what a gentleman and a villain were, but he understood what Mo meant, so he stood up naturally holding the charred corpse, and walked out through the open door leading to the plantation.
Lanyin and Lanyuan followed him into the plantation.
The moonlight tonight is really good, and it has a dreamy effect with the lamp trees planted in the garden, but the wind blows on the body and it is very cold.
"Get a stool." Yan Mo reminded again.
Zhan walked to a vine, held the vine with his hand, the vine quickly extended and entangled, and soon intertwined on the ground to form a very strong and refreshing bench.
Lan Yuan had already heard that his mother had told him about the ability of this mixed-race slave, and his face was very calm.
The High Priest Lanyin raised his eyebrows slightly, "It turned out to be a dual-line fighter."
Lan Yuan tilted her head, and whispered to Lan Yin about the origin of the war.
Zhan originally wanted to get himself a rattan stool, but after hearing what Lan Yin said about the dual-line fighters, he thought that he still had a very powerful ability to control the soil.
Almost as soon as he thought about making an earthen stool, the ground arched, and a solid earthen stool quickly took shape.
Zhan was not very satisfied with this stool, he remembered that he could make a more comfortable and domineering... stone chair.
Yes, he can make stone chairs!
As a result, a large stone chair with armrests and a backrest, which is full of domineering and can seat two people, appeared in the plantation.
Yan Mo choked speechlessly, you let the high priest sit on a small bench, but you sat on such a bastard stone chair, and you sat right opposite him... It would be better if you sat on the bed and he stood!
Lan Yuan was really angry, thinking that Zhan was provocative.
Lan Yin laughed lowly, and shook his hand to show he didn't care, but he didn't sit on the small bench, "Your ability to control soil seems to be much stronger than wood control."
Before Zhan sat down, he also made a similar chair opposite.
Lan Yin thanked him, praised the shape of the stone chair before sitting down, but his appearance was not very unusual, Yan Mo also knew that Yincheng already had similar tables, chairs and benches based on what he saw in the past few days.
People have to pretend, props are very important. Zhan originally only wore an animal skin skirt, and was always holding a disgusting scorched corpse in his arms. This image could not be described well.
But now that he sat on the domineering stone chair, his aura immediately came out.
With such a big chair, it is difficult for people who are not used to sitting on it to sit with momentum.
Lan Yin and Lan Yuan judged at the same time that this person must have been the leader of a large tribe before, or even the lord of a certain middle or lower city.
Lan Yin glanced at him, and leaned on the right armrest freely and relaxedly, and said with a smile: "Eight-level soil control fighters, no less than four-level wood control ability, can ignore sixth-level mental power Control, Zhimu is really lucky to bring you back."
Zhan didn't speak.
Lan Yin wiped his forehead with a finger, "You are a distinguished guest of my Sound City, so naturally you can't leave such a mark. I will punish him when Zhimu is there."
"Gudong!" The poor Zhimu was so stimulated that she passed out again. Just now, he found that the High Priest whom he admired and respected the most had entered the plantation to talk with his slaves. In order to get closer to the High Priest, he couldn't help but slipped to the door secretly. The first sentence that came to him was that the high priest wanted to punish him... oh! Goddess above!
The three of them didn't look much towards the place where the sound came from. If they dared to eavesdrop, they had to be prepared to pay the price.
Zhan touched his forehead, and he could feel that the slave mark there had completely disappeared. Although this thing has no binding effect on him, it is best to get rid of it. No one wants to live as a slave.
"Thanks."
Lan Yin nodded and accepted, "It is said that your injury has not healed, and your soul and body have also suffered some damage. You can't remember many things in the past, right?"
"right."
"If you want to recover sooner, I can help you."
"No, as long as you allow me to earn Yuanjing coins in your Sound City."
Lan Yin laughed, "According to Zhimu, your ability to produce medicinal herbs is almost the same as that of the longevity wood family. If this is the case, it is really not difficult for you to earn Yuanjing coins in my Yin City. But I think your ability to control soil Ability is more useful, I just plan to expand the Sound City at this time, and want to build another outer city, if you are willing to make a move, Yuanjing coins are easy to talk about."
"How many?"
"The specific amount depends on the length and firmness of the city wall you build, including the houses and streets in the city. There will be more than one land control fighter to help. Everyone will cooperate in stages, check and accept every three days and pay one yuan Jingbi, if there is something urgent and you need to leave early, you can check and accept it in advance."
"Can."
"So you agree to the exchange?"
"Ok."
"Okay. Now let's talk about your residence. I have two suggestions. First, I will find a house for you to live in in the area of the city specially reserved for distinguished guests. Second, you stay in the temple and live until today. Next door to the guy you saw. Which one do you choose?"
Yan Mo felt that when Lan Yin asked this question, his expression seemed relaxed and indifferent, but his facial muscles were slightly tense. He is a doctor, or a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who mainly focuses on seeing, hearing, and asking, so this muscle change can't be hidden from him.
Zhan asked Yan Mo for his opinion in his mind.
Yan Mo pondered, of course he prefers a single house, it is convenient for everything. But Ah Zhan wanted to hit something in the half-orc's body, and if he stayed away from the half-orc, he didn't know what would happen. Besides, he was also very curious about what the high priest of the Tucheng Temple had planned for Ah Zhan.
"You choose to watch according to your intuition?" Yan Mo suggested unreliably.
Zhan actually accepted it just like that, "I will stay in the temple." Then he said righteously: "Priest Zhimu bought me back with thirty six-level Yuanjing coins. Now that I am no longer his slave, I naturally want to help him." Earn back this Yuanjing coin."
He can really talk, is this kid enlightened? Yan Mo suddenly felt that the cunning, greedy, cruel and lustful former animal was about to come back. Maybe the spiritual power of the High Priest of Tucheng stimulated someone a lot tonight? Of course, he felt that it was mainly because of his long-term care.
Hearing that the dual-line god warrior on the opposite side was about to stay in the temple, Lan Yin had a delicate expression, "If you decide this way, then do so. Later, you hand over the domino that gave you to Lan Yuan, and after he handles it, Then you can take that domino and use the sound wave pool to freely enter and exit the temple, and Lan Yuan will also tell you which parts of the temple you can go and which places you cannot."
Zhan nodded, and casually threw the domino to Lan Yuan.
"Finally, regarding the one in your arms, I think it must be very important to you, but there are still many timid children in the temple and the city of sound, in order to prevent them from offending you and the one in your arms, I suggest... "
"Don't worry, I won't let my Mo scare others. Similarly, I don't want anyone to blame him. I don't think you want to see a dual-line fighter go crazy."
Lan Yin didn't find Zhan's attitude offensive. The hidden real strength of this dual-line fighter was enough for him to make friends with him as if he were of equal status.
"Yin City is a peaceful city and country. After you stay for a long time, you will know that private fights are not allowed in the city and in the temple. If necessary, you can go to the arena, where life and death are irrelevant."
Zhan wrote down this matter, and then the two chatted a few more words according to the customs and some rules of Yincheng. Lanyin heard the voice of a low-level priest getting up, and stopped talking, and decided that Lanyuan would come to find him the next day. His time quickly left with Lan Yuan.
Zhimu knelt on the ground with a miserable expression on her face. He didn't even dare to go in front of the high priest now, even to see him off, for fear that the high priest would think of punishing him.
Zhan hugged the charred corpse and went to Zhimu's side and kicked him, "Remember to call me Mr. Zhan in the future, otherwise I will beat you. Also, don't just find a few people anymore, find more, and you will share the Yuanjing coins you earn." 10%, remember to return the extra points in front.”
Zhimu, "..."
Then, "Ah!" He was going to kill that slave trader, Nafei! He must kill the big liar!
Fortunately, the sound insulation effect of the Yincheng Temple is top-notch. No matter how miserable Zhimu is in her plantation, it can't affect the sleep of others.
The next day, Zhan got the dominoes re-sent by Lan Yuan, and followed him around the temple, knowing where he could go and where he couldn't.
To Yan Mo's surprise, there are priests from other cities and tribes in the Temple of Sound City. The three major aspects of refining medicine and cultivating soul power.
And these outsiders can also trade in the temple, Yan Mo is very interested in the various herbs and specialties in their hands.
Without the identity restriction, Zhan immediately decided to expand the scale of his business. In addition to Zhimu's introduction, he planned to go out and take the initiative to pick up jobs himself.
In order to carry his precious charred corpse conveniently, he specially made a soft and moderately scented pannier, put the charred corpse into the pannier, covered it with the coarse cloth provided by Zhimu’s friendship, and wandered around in the temple with Mo opened.
On the first day, he traded herbs and crystal coins with those outsiders on the fifth floor, and was greatly welcomed.
The next day, he came outside the Enlightenment Hall on the fourth floor, which he was most familiar with. Anzhi Mu introduced him to a big client. There was a problem with the plantation of the other party, and many herbs were sick.
As soon as Zhimu saw Zhan with the basket on his back, she immediately took the initiative to meet him.
Now the identities of the two are almost swapped, and Zhimu doesn't dare to offend this said to be an eighth-level dual-line god warrior. Master Lan Yuan has already beaten him well, and asked him to make amends to Master Zhan—Zhimu has already It was decided to ask the curse wizard to curse the slave trader Nafei, curse him to be a slave of others all his life, and be severely abused and oppressed by his master every day.
Unexpectedly, Zhimu was blocked by a priest before reaching Lord Zhan, and the man opened his mouth and said: "Priest Zhimu, are you a slave, can you sell it? I am willing to give fifty sixth-level Yuanjing coins! "
Just as Zhimu was about to explain, the man saw his expression was wrong and thought he was unwilling to sell, so he raised the price immediately: "One hundred pieces!"
Zhimu's heart is bleeding, if he had known today, he would have sold that one on the first day he came back! It's a pity that the world didn't know it earlier, unless you are a prophetic priest.
"One seventh-level Yuanjing coin at most, plus ten sixth-level ones." The priest who raised the price gritted his teeth, and glanced at the tree boy several times unwillingly and greedily. Huh? Isn't the tree man's upper right body and right arm originally branch-like? How did it become flesh
Look carefully, ah! What about the slave mark on Treeman's forehead? Why is it gone
The priest subconsciously glanced at the tree boy's waist. Without the slave mark, he must have an identity domino to walk in the temple. This tree boy... oh oh oh! People really have dominoes!
wait! Why is the domino color black
What do the black dominoes represent? The priest felt a little dizzy. If he remembered correctly, it seemed that someone taught them to memorize the color of dominoes when they first entered the temple. Outsiders basically used red dominoes, because the colors were bright and easy to remember, while black dominoes...
Oh oh oh! Goddess above! Isn't that the supreme domino equivalent to the status of the Lord of the Upper City and the High Priest of the Upper City? !
"Gudong!" The priest rolled his eyes and passed out.
Yan Mo chuckled, "Do all the priests in this Yincheng have the stunt of passing out when they say they faint?"
Zhan stepped over the priest expressionlessly and walked in front of Zhimu.
But good things always take a long time. Before Zhimu had time to plead guilty, another unkind voice sounded beside them.
"The ability of you, a tree-man hybrid slave, has been spread. How long do you think you can keep him? An intermediate soul power potion formula, plus two seventh-level non-attributed crystal coins, can you exchange them?" That one Caifei Priest, who used to trouble Zhimu, appeared.
Zhimu sneered, and only gave one word: "Get lost!"
"Ten seven grades." Caifei learned from the past few days of investigation that the medicinal properties of the herbs spawned by the tree man have no loss, and he is determined to win the tree man.
Zhimu sneered and snorted, "You better open your blind eyes to see clearly..."
"How can a treant hybrid who can give birth to all kinds of medicinal herbs, regardless of the place of origin and time, and maintain the original medicinal properties, only worth ten seventh-level Yuanjing coins and a middle-level soul power potion formula?"
If there is a voice in this world that is so beautiful that it can make people's ears go cold, it is probably this voice. Yan Mo had never heard such a beautiful voice, and he really felt his ears were drunk.
Zhan couldn't help turning his head to look in the direction of the sound.
A girl with long hair braided loosely came forward surrounded by several soldiers.
The girl is not so beautiful, she has an oval face, and her facial features are more prominent, which is very impressive. She is a beautiful face with her own characteristics. Its forehead depicts a delicate red Mitsubishi pattern, its lips are bright red, and its eyes are particularly bright.
Generally speaking, this is a girl full of nobility and a little bit of wildness. Usually men will be full of desire to conquer this kind of girl, especially a man with a strong desire for power.
The author has something to say: Little Theater:
It is said that there is an old steamed bun with memory loss. I was writing an article yesterday when my phone rang at about 10:30 and said it was a courier, so I asked to go downstairs to pick it up.
A mantou was writing a text to a climax, so he hurriedly opened the door and ran down.
After running downstairs to receive the mail, I turned around and looked at the closed iron gate: Aww! Great God Pan Gu, I didn't bring the key!
A man with memory loss not only didn't bring his keys, he didn't bring his mobile phone and wallet, and no one was at home—the old man didn't like to bring his mobile phone when he went out, and he couldn't be contacted even if he wanted to.
So... what to do
A mantou, full of bitter tears, borrowed ten yuan from the concierge, and took the bus into the city—wearing slippers and pajamas!
After two transfers, after an hour and a half, the steamed bun arrived at my brother-in-law's house. Had a delicious lunch, but I couldn’t find the spare key of the target object, I don’t use it often, and no one can remember where to put it~~
Later, Mantou planned to stay at his sister-in-law's house until the old man rubbed hemp in the evening and came home, and then... then suddenly remembered that the 20th was the deadline for the juvenile painting magazine, but a certain Mantou only wrote the beginning, and didn't write anything after that! ! !
The extremely collapsed mantou quickly occupied the nephew's computer and started typing, but he couldn't see the previous content, couldn't figure it out carefully, and no matter how he wrote it, it didn't feel right.
The poor nephew who was robbed of his computer touched his aunt's head and gave him an ice cream in sympathy. Then the child ran out to find his grandfather. He searched for his grandpa, and finally found it!
Then at almost four o'clock in the afternoon, Mantou finally entered the house...