[Chapter 12]
“Remember that Xia Yuan’s progress in martial arts is particularly slow because of his injuries, right?” Xia Qingchen said secretly.
In my memory, at first, Xia Yuan’s cultivation was much higher than that of Xia Xun. Later, for some unknown reason, his cultivation slowed down and was surpassed by Xia Xun.
If he hadn’t met Lei Huojiao, he would have done it. Since he did, he would buy it, sweep away the old illnesses for Xia Yuan, and restore his ability to practice.
But there is only one coupon.
After buying Leihuojiao, you cannot buy Dragon’s Blood Powder.
After thinking about it, Xia Qingchen asked the shopkeeper, “I exchanged the Divine Coupon for Leihuojiao and Dragon’s Blood Powder, can I exchange it for the rest?”
The collection of the temple was never sold.
But it is said that it can be exchanged for something equally precious.
The shopkeeper was an old man in a long gown with white hair and sharp eyes.
Ever since Xia Qingchen came to the counter, he has been burying his head in planning the dishes, but he has never looked at Xia Qingchen, he is particularly arrogant.
“The temple only accepts rare items, so don’t take out any items.” The old man in the robe looked up at Xia Qingchen, then lowered his head indifferently to do his own thing.
His bad attitude is really uncomfortable.
Xia Qingchen glanced at him lightly, and said, “Selling martial arts.”
He traversed the galaxy, defeated countless enemies in his life, and confiscated not ten thousand or eight thousand martial arts.
There are many excellent products, and if you take out a copy, it can cause a shock in the martial arts world.
“Martial skills? Yes, but there is no need to sell the low-grade goods of the yellow level. Our temple does not accept them.” The old man in the robe looked up and down Xia Qingchen, and did not think that a young man could sell any superior martial arts.
Guess it’s a family martial art stolen from the family, right?
“You’ll know when you look at it.” Xia Qingchen calmly took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the counter, and wrote the first two hundred words of a book called “Treading Snow to Seek Plum”.
The shopkeeper turned his eyes lightly, just glanced at it, and said: “The temple rules, the martial arts must be complete, if you don’t trust the temple, please find another place!
” , isn’t the money and goods empty?
But the temple rules are very overbearing.
“I suggest that you still carefully read the two hundred words I wrote.” Xia Qingchen said indifferently.
Could the martial skills written by him be simple?
The shopkeeper looked over, looked at the two-hundred-character martial arts, and waved his hand: “It’s just ordinary stuff, take it away!”
It was like chasing flies.
Xia Qingchen shook his head: “Looking at you on the shelf, I thought that your eyesight would be very high. It turned out that you don’t know anything about it. Forget it, you can’t tell whether this martial arts is good or bad.
” “Seeking Plum” is a yellow-level middle-grade attacking martial arts book, with profound and extensive content. It belongs to the top ranks among middle-grade martial arts.
Although he only wrote a beginning, if he has enough eyesight, he should be able to taste the extraordinary mystery of martial arts.
It’s a pity that this shopkeeper has a temper, and his eyesight is really poor.
The shopkeeper was ridiculed, naturally displeased, and his nostrils snorted: “Ignorance child! This old man is the third treasure appraiser in Yungu City. The treasures he has appraised in his life are piled higher than a mountain. This hair doesn’t even have a long hair!”
After speaking, he grabbed the paper, pointed at the martial arts on it, and said, “In your martial arts, the movement of internal strength, the ups and downs of moves, and the convergence of movements are all inferior to inferior. , at most, it’s just a copy of low-grade Huang-level martial arts, right?”
Yun Gucheng, a copy of low-grade yellow-level martial arts, is usually the inheritance of a hundred martial arts families.
But to the temple, the Huang-level low-grade martial arts are nothing.
“Where is my shrine? Will you accept such inferior martial arts?” The shopkeeper pushed the paper into Xia Qingchen’s arms, and waved his hand like chasing flies: “Take your treasure back and hide it well. Let’s go!”
Xia Qingchen chuckled lightly, and without taking the paper, let it fall to the ground, and turned away.
Not a word argued, not a sentence explained.
Watching him leave, his nostrils snorted coldly: “Things with no eyesight! It’s just plain bad for the old man’s mood, huh!” He
looked down at the paper that fell to the ground.
He picked it up, smashed it into a ball at random, and threw it into the trash can outside the door.
But the paper ball flew in mid-air, and was suddenly grabbed by an old but swift palm.
The shopkeeper was stunned, looked up, and his face changed greatly.
Originally, he was particularly arrogant, but his attitude changed 180 degrees.
He trotted quickly in front of the visitor, bowed his waist, and smiled apologetically: “The old palace master is here, and the little one is far away!” The
shopkeeper’s heart was beating.
The one in front of me is the previous master of the temple, Zhen Nantian!
Twenty years ago, the No. 1 powerhouse in the Principality of Shenxiu was known as the Myth of Martial Arts!
His cultivation base is unparalleled, and he will shake the world.
It was not until the battle with the martial arts demon Gu Qianhen that he was defeated by him, and he did not hide from the world. He returned to his hometown of Yungu City to create a temple.
The current master of the temple is inherited by his son.
He lived in seclusion behind the scenes, recuperating in the inner layer of the temple for a long time.
Haven’t seen him once in a few years.
Today, for the first time in history, he came to the middle floor and arrived in front of the counter he was in charge of. How could he not put a lot of pressure on him?
The old palace master asked, “Is this written by the young man just now?”
The old hall master is the old man Xia Qingchen met just now, Zhen Nantian.
Beside him is his favorite granddaughter, Zhen Zhilan, who is also a famous flower in Yungu City.
“Yes!” The shopkeeper was bewildered, how could the aloof old palace master care about this?
Zhen Nantian unfolded the paper ball and took a close look at the 200-character martial arts on it.
Zhen Zhilan turned her head curiously, took a few glances, and said, “It’s normal, it should be a low-grade martial arts.”
She thought that Xia Qingchen would come up with some amazing martial arts to sell to the temple.
It seems that Xia Qingchen is just a person who talks about it. In fact, there is nothing special, let alone an expert.
Zhen Nantian calmly put away the paper ball and asked, “What did he want to exchange just now, sort it out.”
Huh?
The shopkeeper was even more confused, why did the old palace master really care about this young man?
Doubts turned into doubts, but he truthfully sorted out ten pieces of the materials of the dragon’s blood powder, a piece of thunder and fire, carefully packaged them, and sent them to Zhen Nantian.
“En.” Zhen Nantian took it, glanced at the shopkeeper, and said, “Go to the temple accountant to collect 200,000 taels of silver, and then go home and take care of your life.”
Huh?
The shopkeeper raised his eyes, his eyes full of confusion.
Nurturing the old age? Who do you mean?
Zhen Zhilan was also surprised by her grandfather’s words, pointed at the shopkeeper, and said, “Grandpa, you mean him?” Zhen Nantian said
lightly: “Is there a second shopkeeper at the scene?
”
All softened, knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said: “Old Palace Master is kind, is this old slave not doing your best?”
“Yes, Grandpa, what are you doing? Resign Master Jia in a good manner!” Zhen Zhilan thought that Grandpa was confused, so she dismissed Master Jia for no reason.
Master Jia is the third-ranked treasure appraiser in Yungu City, and he was invited by the temple at a considerable cost.
How can people be fired without any reason or warning?
[End of This Chapter]
