The first row in the North District is at the north end.
Different from the independent model of most shacks in shantytowns, this is a row building composed of more than a dozen shacks with uniform specifications.
In this row building, the shed located in the middle and the largest one was brightly lit and filled with many people, a rough count of nearly twenty people.
These people are men and women, old and young.
The oldest ones are two old men with white spots on their heads. They look like they are at least sixty years old. The youngest one is a woman wearing a moon-white robe, who should be less than thirty years old.
Except for these three people, everyone else seems to be around forty years old.
Although there are many people sitting here, no one talks to each other.
The atmosphere in the house was also a little tense, and everyone focused their attention on the floor in the inner corner of the shed from time to time, which was the entrance to the basement of the shed.
At this time, the entrance has been closed, and a three-foot-square wooden board is tightly fastened to it.
After an unknown amount of time, with a "hula" sound, the wooden board covering the entrance to the basement was removed from the inside, and a slightly fat figure walked down the stairs to the ground step by step.
At the same time, there was a sudden sound of tables and chairs moving in the originally silent shed, and everyone's eyes were focused on the face of Zheng Song, who had just arrived on the ground.
The thinner old man sitting on the right had already stood up and stared at Zheng Song with some excitement:
"Songzi, is it done?"
Zheng Song, who was the center of attention, looked a little helpless. He smiled wryly and spread his hands: "Second uncle, how can it be so easy to break through the ninth level of Qi training?"
As he spoke, Zheng Song glared at the woman in moon-white robes standing in the crowd and said, "Mingxiang, you are uttering nonsense again!"
After hearing Zheng Song's words, a look of disappointment flashed across the face of the thin old man, and then he said helplessly: "Yes, it is the later stage after all. It is not possible to break through so easily. We are too impatient."
Seeing the old man's depressed look, Zheng Song pondered for a moment and said:
"However, after all, the Demonic Pill of Mountain Splitting Rat is very suitable for me. Based on my cultivation progress in the past few days, I estimate that in about ten days, I should be able to break through to the ninth level of Qi training!"
Upon hearing Zheng Song's words, not only the thin old man, but also another fat old man stood up and said excitedly: "That's so good! That's so good!"
Zheng Song pulled the two old men to sit down on the seats, and then said in a deep voice: "I heard some movement behind me in the afternoon, did they start fighting again?"
Hearing this, the thick and fat old man sighed and said: "Yes, it seems to be a few people in the fourth row in the north. It's cold after the snow! It's the temperature today. If you don't go out without a cold-proof charm, you will freeze to death. There are reserves in the house.
If we can endure it for a while longer, those who can't survive will definitely come out and cause trouble."
The thin old man continued: "I think there will be more trouble later! How many days has winter started? The trouble will get worse as the days go by! In other words, you give out fifty cold-warming charms every day and sell them to familiar people nearby at a low price.
Xiu, our area will be more peaceful, otherwise our area will be in chaos, and your reputation as a late-stage monk cannot suppress those who can't live with it!"
"But this is not a long-term solution. The number of cold-warming talismans is still too small. Compared with the casual cultivators in the entire shantytown, the few people we have attracted are simply a drop in the bucket.
It just so happens that there is an abundance of spiritual stones right now. Your third uncle and I have purchased several batches of supplies and sent them to Wangyue Valley. I will buy another batch of elixirs tomorrow and we will set off when we get back. We will spend the winter in Wangyue Valley this year.
Bar!"
Zheng Song and the fat old man nodded repeatedly after hearing this, and then the three of them discussed for a while before ending the topic.
A strong young man who had been waiting aside saw that the three of them had finished their discussion, and then he stood up and said to Zheng Song:
"Brother, I sent the books you gave me to that person today, and also asked him about your request to buy other talismans, but the person didn't reply to me. He only said that he would have to discuss this matter with you face to face.
talk."
Zheng Song nodded after hearing this and said nonchalantly: "It's okay. I'll talk about it. I'll go see him tomorrow."
After hearing the conversation between the two, the two old men who were planning to leave stopped, and the thin old man turned around and said:
"Songzi, what did you mean by that person asking you to collect all this information? Is it really possible to research something as he said?"
Zheng Song thought for a while and said: "Probably not! I guess this is just an excuse that the person made up to deal with me. As for his real purpose, we can't control it and don't need to. I have been in contact with this person a few times.
This time, judging from his behavior, he is probably not evil, and that is enough! In addition, this time he really helped me a lot and was kind to me. Besides... you have also seen the various talismans produced by this person.
It’s really amazing. As long as we can establish a stable cooperative relationship with him, we can also benefit greatly from it!”
The thin old man thought about it for a while and found out that this was indeed the truth. Then he stopped talking and turned around to follow the fat old man towards the door.
At this moment, Zheng Song, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly changed his expression. He jumped up from the chair with such force that the wooden chair beneath him shattered into pieces.
Zheng Song rushed toward the door and shouted loudly: "Second and third uncles, get out of the way! It's dangerous!"
Before he finished speaking, Zheng Song's body had rapidly expanded into the shape of a flesh ball, and his whole body was wrapped in thick earth-yellow scale armor. Zheng Song's figure flashed, he pushed the two old men away roughly, and stopped him directly.
In front of the two of them.
At the same time, a loud "Boom!" was heard.
The surface of the wooden door of the shack shook violently, and the movement was so loud that countless dust fell from the stone brick walls.
Then I heard a "crash" sound.
The entire wooden door, together with the door frame and a pile of broken stone brick fragments, was like leaves rolling in the strong wind, with a whistling sound, and they flew into Zheng Song who had just stood up.
An attack of this magnitude was naturally a piece of cake for Zheng Song, who was good at defense. With a "crash" sound, the wooden door suddenly shattered into countless pieces and scattered in all directions.
At this moment, a golden light flashed outside the door, and a three-foot-long handleless sword with a dazzling golden light instantly penetrated countless flying fragments, and struck Zheng Song's thickly scaled body like thunder.
On the chest.
"Bang!"
"Wow!"
The two were separated at the first touch, and the golden sword circled in a circle and flew out of the shack.
Zheng Song only felt a sharp pain in his chest. When he lowered his head, he realized that his chest had been struck by the long knife and a foot-long gash was opened. Dark red blood was dripping on the ground along with the wound.
Zheng Song was suddenly shocked. Although in his haste, he neither had time to use the amulet nor used secret methods to strengthen the scales, but the strength of the scales alone could not be easily cut off by ordinary magic weapons!
Over the past few days, Zheng Song has continuously absorbed the power of the Mountain-Splitting Rat Demonic Pill to practice. Although his cultivation level has not yet broken through, the strength of his scales has been greatly improved in the process. Compared with ordinary middle-grade magic weapons
Not to mention too much.
If you want to chop off your own scales with one blow, it will be difficult to do so even with a high-grade magic weapon.
The best magic weapon!
At this thought, Zheng Song's heart gradually sank.