AWB Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Wan Mengchen noticed Zhu Zhihan's eyes, and explained to her in a low voice: "These are members of Tianhu Sect, and they have always had some disagreements with us."
"It is said that the grievances between the two factions can be traced back to the previous generation. Originally, the Sword Sect was powerful, and the Tianhu Sect belonged to us. Later, the Sword Sect fell..."
Wan Mengchen's eyes were a little mocking: "These white-eyed wolves have become arrogant."
Zhu Zhihan understood.
Things in the world are generally like this, Mu Xiuyu will be destroyed by the forest wind, and the taller he stands, the more people will hate him, and when the high and high beings fall into the dust, some people will definitely be unable to bear it.
The Tianhu sect belonged to the one who made trouble.
Wan Mengchen shrugged: "But it's much better now, with Daoist around, they don't dare to go too far. At most, it's juniors like us who come to make trouble."
"Like... now."
The monk with high cheekbones and mean face snorted coldly: "Who was the person who was beaten out by us a few days ago and ran away with his tail between his legs? Wan Mengchen, you won't forget, right?"
Another monk smiled and chimed in: "It's not a casual cultivator, I came here to set up a stall, and lost—someone—"
He draws out his voice.
Hearing their words, Zhu Zhihan was thoughtful.
She seemed to remember... the first time she met Senior Brother Wan, Senior Brother Wan seemed to have a bruised nose and a swollen face.It seems that these people beat them.
Wan Mengchen is okay, he is probably used to it.
The Sixth Junior Brother couldn't hold his breath, if someone hadn't stopped him, he would have almost rushed out: "You Tianhu Sect are too deceitful!"
This instead gives people something to say.
"Am I wrong? Isn't your sword sect just not on the stage?" the monk with high cheekbones sneered.
Hearing this, Wan Mengchen's expression also sank.
He rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward, but Zhu Zhihan grabbed the hem of his clothes.
Wan Mengchen turned his head and saw his little junior sister's expression was indifferent.
The casual cultivators who set up stalls around and passed by were attracted by their movements and looked over one after another.
The monk with high cheekbones had a little more complacency on his face.
At this time, I saw a girl in white walking out of the few people on the opposite side.
The girl with snowy hair and red lips is too beautiful to be real, and there is a natural coldness in her light-colored pupils.
The monk with high cheekbones suddenly felt a bad feeling.
He heard the girl's cold voice: "Your Excellency, you mean that Dao Zun can't stand on stage?"
The expression of the monk with high cheekbones froze.
How dare he touch that bad guy?Even if that person is not here now...
"I didn't say that!" he retorted hastily.
"Didn't you say that, then do you think Dao Zun is not a member of the Sword Sect?" The girl looked at him, with a warm smile on her lips, "Why don't I know, when did my master change sects?" .”
The monk with high cheekbones understood what the girl meant, and broke out in cold sweat.
Yes, he has heard such rumors.
The Daoist who has never refused to accept disciples chose one from the general election of the Xianmeng as his apprentice, and that apprentice seemed to have snow-haired hair.
If he was only facing ordinary disciples of the Sword Sect, then he could bully him casually, and that Daoist would never be able to care about those juniors, it would be too cheap.
But if he bullied that Daoist disciple...
The high-cheekbone cultivator had a sullen face, and finally showed weakness stiffly: "I made a slip of the tongue."
To his surprise, the girl did not force him to continue to admit his mistakes.
The girl led a group of Dao Zong people and walked past him, without looking at him indifferently.
It's like he's a... insignificant piece of trash.
This made him feel more stuck in his throat than making him admit his mistake.
The person next to him said cautiously: "Elder brother? Are we still following?"
The monk with high cheekbones came back to his senses and kicked the man angrily: "Why are you following him!"
……
After being far away from those people, Zhu Zhihan stepped aside, and Wan Mengchen continued to lead the way.
Wan Mengchen rubbed his face to make his face less gloomy, and said with a smile: "Thanks to my junior sister this time."
Zhu Zhihan shook his head: "It's just borrowing the convenience of Master."
"Speaking of which, how could he not let Senior Brother... set up a stall?"
Wan Mengchen said with a wry smile: "This cultivation market is close to Tianhu Sect, and secretly relies on Tianhu Sect's protection...or it collects protection fees."
"But this is the only nearby comprehension market. Even if we are angry, we still need to come here."
Now Zhu Zhihan understood completely.
Even if Zhu Zhihan overwhelmed several members of the Tiger Sect that day, the atmosphere of Wan Mengchen and the others was still somewhat gloomy.
They know that the most fundamental problems are not solved.
To be honest, it wasn't once or twice that they were ridiculed, but this time the junior sister was here, which made them even more embarrassed.
In such a gloomy atmosphere, the four of them arrived at the stall Wan Mengchen mentioned.
Zhu Zhihan squatted down and went over to pick.
Wan Mengchen was really familiar with this place, although it was an outside stall, Zhu Zhihan saw that the freshness and quality of these spiritual herbs were already very good.
The old lady watching the stall smiled and said, "Pretty little girl, what do you want to buy?"
Zhu Zhihan heard the words, and nodded to the ones she liked: "I want this, this and this...they are so beautiful."
She kept an eye out for choosing several kinds of herbs with different ratios of prescriptions, and did not mention their names, just to make people think that she is a whimsical layman.
It's always good to be careful.
The old lady asked: "The little girl is Danxiu?"
Wan Mengchen was very familiar with the old lady, so she answered for her: "My junior sister is in the same school as me."
I just don't understand the meaning of alchemy.
The old lady said 'Oh': "Little girl, are you sure? These cute little guys can only be effective through alchemy, and alchemy is not a job that can be figured out by just trying."
Zhu Zhihan understands.
Wan Mengchen is a layman who doesn't know, but anyone who knows a little bit about elixir actually knows that high-level alchemists are made with money.
It costs money to buy a tripod, and even more money to buy materials. Most importantly, the heat and experience are all summed up from countless failures.
Every time it fails, it burns spirit stones. It is impossible for a layman to hit the big luck and succeed. This is why the old woman persuaded her.
Zhu Zhihan smiled and said vaguely, "I'm just curious."
The old lady didn't persuade her much, and counted the money for her in a hurry: "Since Wan boy brought it here, my mother-in-law will wipe the zero for you, and I will charge you ten middle-grade spirit stones."
It was exactly the amount given by Tu Meng.
The storage bag was filled with processed spiritual herbs. After the previous episode, the few people lost interest in shopping and walked back.
Coincidentally, when they were going back, they happened to run into a group of Tianhuzong.
The Tianhu Sect and his party are in full swing, bidding for the price of the elixir called Qingling Pill.The other party seemed to have a background, and Tianhuzong couldn't use the status of a local snake to exert pressure, so he could only buy the price aggrieved.
They took a few glances and left.
The sixth junior brother was a little emotional: "Have you heard their asking price? One elixir can actually sell more than a dozen high-grade spirit stones! It's too expensive."
Wan Mengchen patted him on the head: "I don't know, all the medicines are at this price."
The elder brother nodded honestly.
The sixth junior brother shook off Wan Mengchen's hand: "Well, well, you know the most, so tell me why?"
Now, the two of them couldn't answer, isn't the price of pills always the same?How and why?
Zhu Zhihan smiled: "Because there are few alchemists, the prescriptions mastered by each alchemist will not be passed on to the outside world, so each kind of elixir is mostly rare, which makes the price expensive."
The three looked at her in unison.
Zhu Zhihan said the answer he had prepared a long time ago: "Someone once taught me."
It's not a lie, it's just that the person who taught her is no longer her master, but her... enemy.
……
After returning to Zongmen, the sky had already darkened.
Zhu Zhihan didn't rest, took out the small cauldron with one leg tied, and placed it in front of her eyes.
She is about to start alchemy.
Daoist Danqi likes to study all kinds of elixir recipes, and has collected a lot from all over the world. As her apprentice, Zhu Zhihan also memorized them.
Therefore, Zhu Zhihan's prescription reserves are very rich.
This is a very terrifying advantage.
Coincidentally, one of the two kinds of pills she wanted to refine was the Qingling pill that those few members of the Tianhu sect wanted to buy.
The other is the Snow Lotus Pill that can calm one's mind.
These two are very popular low-level pills.
Putting aside the spirit stones used to replenish spiritual power, she switched the system panel to the second talent, and started holding her breath.
So the next day, Wan Mengchen and the three found out that the little junior sister who was unstoppable to practice swords did not come!
After waiting for a long time, until the sun was three poles, there was still no one.
Their hearts are broken.
The sixth junior brother said anxiously: "It can't be because of yesterday's incident, the junior sister can't think about it, right? It's over, it's over, we have committed a big crime now!"
Wan Mengchen forced himself to be calm: "Probably not, Junior Sister is not such a fragile person."
The three found Zhu Zhihan's bedroom.
I saw a note pasted on the outside of the door, which said: "There is something to do, visitors please wait outside."
Wan Mengchen: "It's over, it's over... Our sword sect is about to end."
The sixth brother shook him: "Third brother, you have to calm down!"
They didn't bother to go elsewhere, let alone practice their knives, so they just waited outside.
Until the evening, there was finally movement in the room.
The door opened with a creak, and Zhu Zhihan walked out, seeing them, he was startled: "Senior brother?"
She couldn't figure it out, and found the reason for them after a while: "Brother, are you here to see the scenery? Just right, I have something for you."
She put a small porcelain vase in everyone's hands: "Here, I'm giving it to you as a gift in return for a meeting gift."
The three thanked in a daze, Wan Mengchen unscrewed the plug and sniffed.
After a moment of silence.
He stammered: "...This, this is, Qingling Pill?"
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