Zhan Changfeng thought that Ling Weichu needed silver needles to treat the fire poison, so he went into the weapons shop to see if there were any silver needles. It turned out that there were needles, but they were all kinds of hurting needles, and the poison-quenching belt was blessed with runes.
It's trivial.
She had no choice but to find another medical clinic, which had it but didn't sell it.
Zhan Changfeng thought it would be better to customize a set herself. Although she thought so, she still walked into a drug store.
"There are silver needles." The shopkeeper quickly took out a set of needles and said, "Try to see if you can get it right."
Looking at this set of needles, the texture is not very hard and I think they will become useless after just one use.
"Is there anything with better quality?"
The shopkeeper was in a dilemma, "It's no longer available. Why don't you go to the medical clinic next door and have a look."
She just came out of there, "Give me ten sets."
"Okay."
Zhan Changfeng was waiting for the shopkeeper to get the needle. It was estimated that no one would buy the needle, so he was now rummaging in the warehouse.
During this time, Zhan Changfeng sensed a stubby man dressed in a short shirt passing by carrying two baskets of low-level spiritual grass. She specifically looked at it with her soul seal, thought for a moment, and followed him, "Uncle, stay here."
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Perhaps because he looked too ordinary and gentle, the stubby man didn't think about the calamity, and simply showed his big white teeth, "What's the matter? I want to buy herbal medicine, but it's not possible. I have to send it to a medical clinic."
"Excuse me, who made this shoulder pole?"
"Ah?" The man was stunned. He didn't seem to expect that anyone would ask how his pole was. He couldn't help but remove the burden and took a serious look at the bamboo thing in his hand. Then he looked at the young man with a gentle temperament. There was nothing wrong with him.
"It's made by a gray old man from the village, one spirit stone at a time." He casually started a business with others, "I have used it for almost ten years! It's not easy for an old man to be alone, but his craftsmanship is amazing.
It’s pretty good, half the people from all over the country have bought his poles.”
"Gray old man?" This is not really a title.
"He couldn't speak, so he would just make a pole in silence. When he came here, he had gray hair. Thirty years later, he is still gray, so we called him the gray old man."
Zhan Changfeng asked for the address and was about to leave when the medicine shop owner chased him out, "Your silver needle!"
She apologized slightly, paid the bill, picked up her things and left.
In the teahouse across the street, a man looked away and ordered, "Let that man come over."
The servant responded and left.
Next to him was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl wearing a royal blue dress, and a silent and serious man holding a sword.
The girl said, "Why do you want a country man to come here?"
She didn't understand. His eldest brother had been paying attention to the outside just now, and now he was letting people in.
"Second sister, what do you think of the man in green shirt just now?"
It is very easy to distinguish this person from the other two. If we want to use a metaphor, it is that he has already gone through hardships and reached the top of the mountain. He is tough and unique, while the girl and the man with the sword have just started. This is the difference in realm.
The girl said arrogantly, "Just an ordinary person."
The young man shook his head and said, "It's time for you to change your temper. You won't be able to get better from now on."
The girl was dissatisfied, but she didn't say anything.
"Sir, people have brought it."
The sound of "Young Master" undoubtedly shows his identity!
In the realm of life and death, one can be called a lord.
In the realm of supernatural power, one can establish a king.
In the Lingjian realm, one can become the emperor.
Return to the virtual realm and be crowned emperor.
In most cultures, the successors of princes, regardless of gender, are called sons, and the successors of emperors are called their highnesses.
Seeing the three people sitting in the middle, the stubby man became cautious and asked, "My lords, why have you summoned me?"
"Bring me your pole."
Shocked! Why is it that another person wants to look at his carrying pole? Maybe this is some kind of treasure.
He hurriedly handed over his pole.
The girl said, "What's so good about this?"
The young man didn't answer him. He just thought that if a man with his eyes covered could stop a man in the street just to look at the pole, then this pole should be interesting.
He took a general look, but found nothing strange. Finally, he focused on the simple engraving on the surface. Hey, this seemed to be a bit mysterious.
Zhan Changfeng found that the gray old man's residence was just a bamboo house built under a big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, with completed or unfinished poles scattered around.
There is only a carrying pole.
These masters are really informal. Zhan Changfeng glanced at the closed door and waited for an hour or two. Later, a villager came over and said, "Look for the old man, he has gone to the mountains."
"When will you come back?"
"Who knows, it could be as long as ten days and a half month, or as short as one or two days."
Zhan Changfeng thought about it, picked up a stone, carved a series of numbers on the door, and left calmly.
The rural road was bumpy and bumpy, and the girl in a sapphire blue skirt complained, "What are we doing here, just looking for someone to make a pole?"
The handsome young man's face sank, "Second sister!"
The girl shut her mouth, and the young man sighed. After all, he still cared about this sister, and explained, "The pictures carved on this pole imply arithmetic. It can be seen that the person who carved the pictures is an expert who is proficient in arithmetic. We have traveled many times for this purpose."
How is it?"
"Arithmetic, arithmetic can't help you conquer the world." She disagreed and walked ahead without waiting for her elder brother to teach her a lesson.
The group of young people found the gray old man's bamboo house and found that the door was closed. The girl was even more dissatisfied. After walking so long, the man was still not there.
At this time, the man holding the sword said, "Sir, look here."
The young man saw an arithmetic carved on the door. The mark was obviously newly added, and the sign was broad and majestic. It made him, who wanted to rule and become king, feel frightened, as if he had encountered a similar opponent.
Looking at this arithmetic again, it was as detailed as the one on the shoulder pole. He had no clue at the moment.
At this time, a gray old man came over with a basket on his back. He didn't seem to see them. He walked over and pushed the door. Suddenly, his hand paused, his eyes lit up, and then he looked deeply at the handsome young man.
His throat rolled a few times, and his voice was extremely hoarse, "Did you carve this?"
The handsome young man's eyes darkened, but before he could speak, the girl shouted, "Old man, my eldest brother came here just because he saw your pole!"
The handsome young man bowed and said, "I am the young master of Jing Yaoguo, Qi Huan."
The son of Jing Yaohou, the Jade-faced Prince Qi Huan, who has become famous recently, is the future successor of Jing Yaoguo.
"I didn't carve it, but I am very curious about the picture on your pole and hope to explore it with you."
Qi Huan's attitude was modest and he wanted to have a long conversation with the old man to see if he was a truly talented and learned man.
The old man put down the basket on his back and continued to cut bamboo to make a pole. "It's just a random carving. It's not interesting. Please go back."
Qi Huan was unmoved. He looked around at the messy poles piled everywhere with his peripheral vision, and thought of the hidden calculations engraved on the poles. His heart moved, "I want to start a big project for the people, but there is still a pole missing. More
I am short of someone who can draw pictures and determine the future. Can the old man teach me how to make this pole?"
The old man's eyes became loose and his movement of cutting bamboo slowed down, "What do you want to say?"
Qi Huan said happily, "Can I discuss economics with the old man?"