Man Huang Feng Bao

Chapter 58: Big trouble

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Unable to defeat the second elder, who was known as a drug addict, Ye Chuan did not return to Ziyun Peak immediately. Instead, he went with the second elder first and helped him take a look at the dying dragon tooth grass.

The second elder, Nangong Ren, looked nervous. He spent a lot of silver to buy this Aralia plant from the underground ghost market. He was so poor that he was almost completely broke. If it dies like this, it will really be a big loss, and you won’t even have tears to cry.

Ye Chuan looked at it carefully, then reached into the ground to grab a handful of soil and squeezed it, feeling a little dumbfounded. This is not dead. It is clearly because the second elder was so eager that he watered the herb too much and almost drowned it. Compared with ordinary medicinal herbs, Aralia japonica is not difficult to grow and does not require much spiritual energy from heaven and earth to breed. However, it has a characteristic that requires special attention when watering. It can't be left dry, and it can't be watered too much.

"Replace the surface layer of soil. From now on, water it once a month, but it must be watered thoroughly once." Ye Chuan patted the soil on his hands, turned around and left.

"Hey, wait a minute, is this all right?" The second elder was worried and held on to Ye Chuan's sleeve. He didn't look like an elder at all, but instead looked like a pitiful old farmer who was watching the sky.

"Otherwise, what else do you want? Water it every day and drink this dragon tooth grass in the soup?"

Ye Chuan shook his head, waved his hands and walked away.

Behind him, the second elder was still worried, but he had to wait and see with suspicion.

Back at Ziyun Villa, Ye Chuan asked Balrog to pick a few herbs, and then sat down cross-legged in the study.

Just now, the conflict with Aesop at the foot of the mountain was a sign. The big competition is coming soon. Jin Zhikun, the master of the alchemy hall, and the third elder behind the scenes are definitely not honest and will not allow themselves to handle this challenge smoothly.

At the foot of the mountain, Ye Chuan looked calm and calm, acting as if nothing had happened. After returning to Ziyun Villa, I calmed down alone, but I felt a heavy pressure. Externally, he has to face the pressure of Xuanding Sect Tuoba Xiong and Wudun Sect, and within the sect, he has to face the two old guys Jin Zhikun and the Third Elder.

"In the final analysis, the cultivation of this body is far from enough!"

Ye Chuan murmured softly and meditated attentively. During his breathing, there was a vague dragon-shaped air ball expanding and contracting.

The seventh level of blood refining for warriors is a very important stage for warriors. With one rush, you can break away from the realm of mortals and become a monk, and you can practice various magical powers. If you remain stagnant at this level, you will always be a warrior, not a cultivator in the true sense.

Calculating carefully, Ye Chuan has stayed in the blood refining realm for a long time. Although his cultivation level has not broken through, his foundation is getting more and more solid. The dragon-shaped sky-swallowing talisman in his body is becoming more and more solid, and it looks more and more like a living thing. The dragon gradually became more vivid.

Ye Chuan silently recited the Demon Refining and Devouring Heaven Technique and practiced quietly in his study, secretly controlling the progress step by step.

The consumed vitality needed to be restored, the injured soul needed to heal and strengthen, and the cultivation level also needed to be improved to a higher level, but Ye Chuan did not use the secret method to reverse the situation. From the seventh level of warrior to the monk realm, this is an all-round transformation. He is waiting for accumulation and a suitable opportunity.

When practicing, time always passes quickly. As soon as you open and close your eyes, a day passes.

Early the next morning, the demon who went out to pick herbs had not returned yet, so Fatty Zhao Dazhi came uninvited. After seeing Ye Chuan, he sighed and frowned.

"Fat man, what's wrong? What trouble have you encountered again?" Ye Chuan asked.

"Yes, senior brother, I'm in trouble, big trouble."

The fat man had a grimace on his face and looked at Ye Chuan sadly like a little girl who had been molested and had no way to redress her grievances. This look made even Ye Chuan, a man of two generations, feel a little hairy. "Okay, Fatty, yes." Let’s talk about it quickly, don’t look at people like this. When a little girl looks at you like this, she has a springy look on her face. I feel pity for you. When you, a big fat man, look at you like this, a blind person will be scared away. People who don’t know think you are a Abnormal. Why, was he dumped by another junior sister?"

"No, I have never been attracted by any junior sister, so I have never been dumped. It's just, senior brother, I..., I have no money." The fat man looked sad. Falling out of love was nothing to him, only having no money was. It's a big problem.

In the eyes of the world, cultivators who fly around on flying swords are extremely cool and unrestrained. They are aloof and unworldly, and are not ordinary people in this world. In fact, cultivation is a money-burning business, and it is absolutely inseparable from silver. Applying for a secret cultivation room with rich aura of heaven and earth costs money; replacing and maintaining equipment costs money, and buying crystals and elixirs costs even more money, which is still a lot of money. Without money, it is difficult for ordinary practitioners to make it!

"Don't the sect have a salary every month? It's only the beginning of the month, and you've spent it all so quickly?" Ye Chuan glanced at the fat man. No wonder this guy looked wrong today. Could it be that he wanted to borrow money early in the morning? With

"It was snatched away by Miss Jiajia," the fat man replied.

Ye Chuan was a little surprised, "Why? What shameful things did you do to her?"

"Where is it?"

The fat man muttered to himself, who is Zhu Sijia? Except for Ye Chuan, the senior brother, who would dare to do shameful things to her

"Then why?" Ye Chuan asked, somewhat curious.

"Elder brother, it's not all because of you. Just because I took you to visit the ghost market, Miss Jiajia was angry. It's good for you. I had a lot of trouble with Liu Hong in the underground ghost market yesterday, and I was miserable." Fatty He drooped his head with a sad look on his face.

"Oh, I see."

Ye Chuan smiled, remembering Zhu Sijia's frustrated appearance in the underground ghost market and stomping her feet, "Fat man, what kind of trouble is this? Didn't your family open a rice shop and open it all over the Qin Dynasty? Do you have enough money? It's just a little silver. ,What kind of?"

"My family ran a rice shop, and the business was really big at first, but then... Later, in order to send me to the mountains to practice, my family sold a lot of property, and then encountered some things, and the family gradually declined."

The fat man's voice was low, he paused, and then said: "Just last night, my family sent someone to bring news that my father somehow offended a big family when he went out to sell rice. As a result, not only the money was robbed, but also the people. They were almost beaten to death. After using up the remaining wealth, there was not enough money to treat my father's illness, and there was no way for me to continue to practice in the sect. Senior brother, I came today to help Miss Jiajia convey a message. News, the great elder asked you to go to Yunwu Hall early tomorrow morning and hand in the list of people participating in the competition with you. In addition, I also came to say goodbye to you, I..., I have to go down the mountain and leave Yunwu Sect in advance. "

"What? Fatty, you want to quit the Yunwu Sect?" Ye Chuan was very surprised.

The fat man didn't speak, but nodded slowly, with a sad expression on his face, "After all these years, I still can't become an inner disciple, and it's useless to break through to the first level of monk. My father is seriously ill, and the family is in decline. I am a member of the family. The eldest son, of course he has to go back and shoulder the heavy burden at this time. Senior brother, I'm sorry, I have offended you many times in the past. Today, I am afraid it is the last time I call you senior brother."

The fat man's face was heavy, and he seemed to have matured into a teenager overnight, from a big boy who only knew how to have fun to a grown man.

"Slow down, fat man, don't be too hasty. Even if you go home right away, I'm afraid you won't be of much help. We can think of a solution together about the money. After the competition is over, we can go down the mountain to see your father. , Senior brother, I haven’t gone down the mountain for a long, long time." Ye Chuan put away his smile. The fat man has been riding hard these days, and he will naturally not stand by and watch when he is in trouble.

"Thank you, thank you, senior brother!"

Fatty Zhao Dazhi's eyes lit up. It was not only his money that made him worry, but also his father's serious illness. Although he has broken through to the first level of monk, he knows almost nothing about alchemy and disease treatment, and he has been practicing in Yunwu Sect for so many years in vain. Ye Chuan was different. He used to pretend not to understand but was secretly a master. Even the second elder wanted to ask him for advice. If he came down the mountain to help his father's illness, he would have hope.

The fat man was very happy, but after thinking about it, his face could not help but darken, "Senior Brother, you have been in so much trouble recently. You have to deal with big competitions, and you have to guard against some villains inside and outside the sect. Why do you have the nerve to trouble you?"

"It's okay, it's just a small matter, just wait."

Ye Chuan smiled faintly, as if he didn't take the upcoming competition seriously at all. He turned around and walked into the study room, writing on a white paper for a while. Then, he folded the white paper and handed it to the fat man: "Fat man, take it and sell it in the underground ghost market. Remember, don't make it too cheap, at least this amount."

Ye Chuan stretched out five fingers and waved them in front of the fat man.

"Fifty taels?" the fat man asked.

Ye Chuan shook his head.

"Five hundred taels?" The fat man's eyes were bright.

Ye Chuan still shook his head.

"Elder brother, five..., five thousand taels?"

The fat man began to pant. A mere piece of paper was sold for several thousand taels. Do you think that others are being taken advantage of

Fatty Zhao Dazhi couldn't help but feel doubts in his heart. He opened the white paper and saw that there were many obscure words written on it, as well as some weird patterns, which looked very scrawled. It's not a calligraphy work, and it doesn't look like any kind of martial arts. It's just random graffiti. "Senior Brother, this..., what on earth is this?"

The fat man was puzzled, very disappointed in his heart, and looked depressed. Such a piece of paper, let alone a large sum of money, would probably be given away and no one would want it.

"Fat man, don't worry about what this is. Take it to the underground ghost market. There is always someone who knows the goods. Just remember what I taught you. Go ahead. With this money, you and your family can temporarily tide over the difficulties and cope with a period of trouble. It's time." Ye Chuan smiled and said nothing more.

"Okay then, I'll try it!"

The fat man stood up to say goodbye. He was so worried that he suddenly turned around when he reached the door. "By the way, senior brother, regarding the list of participants for the competition, you'd better ask Miss Jiajia in person. She knows the situation of the sect best. It is said that, After learning the news, many elite disciples who had been training abroad rushed back. The Xuanding Sect and the Wudun Sect came well prepared, and we must choose the true elite disciples of the sect to fight against them."

The fat man reminded Ye Chuan a few words and strode away.

"Elite disciple?"

Ye Chuan murmured disdainfully, but after thinking about it, he went down the mountain to the peak where Zhu Sijia was.