Chapter 187: The Seventh Mission - Cross-Strait Battlefield 30
There are many causes for the explosion of the alchemy furnace, and the system can tell a lot about it, but it doesn't know why the little sword cultivators exploded.
So the final result was that the system gave Mo Yiyi a lot of books to read by herself!
Okay, in the end I didn’t escape the fate of reading a book!
Mo Yiyi organized the little sword cultivators to refine elixirs here, and she was holding a book and thinking about it. There was such a big movement here, and it was impossible for the elders of the Sword Sect not to know about it.
However, these elders are happy to see things come to fruition here.
After all, if Mo Yiyi can really train a group of alchemists like alchemy, even if they are just low-level alchemists, the benefits will outweigh the disadvantages for the Sword Sect!
And they themselves are also busy now.
Helping block the Mahayana period of other sects that sneaked into the Sword Sect, busy driving away those who have evil intentions, busy fighting one-on-many, and busy negotiating with the elders of other sects.
The interests Mo Yiyi represents are really too great.
At first, when Mo Yiyi joined the Sword Sect, the elders of other sects could still sit still.
After all, Mo Yiyi's value at that time was just that, even if she joined the Sword Sect, the loss would not be big for them.
What's more, Mo Yiyi kept in contact with the Chamber of Commerce and never stopped buying things from the Chamber of Commerce, so there was no loss.
But later, as Mo Yiyi brought out more and more things, and their value became more and more important, these elders couldn't sit still.
Especially after the Tianbang prosperity, these elders paid more attention to Mo Yiyi.
But today, Mo Yiyi was able to take out the flesh and blood from the dragon!
Now, even if these elders are hindered by Jian Zong's strength, they still want to test it out!
In the past, because of the strength of the Sword Sect, even if I muttered in my heart, I could only suppress the greed in my heart and turn a blind eye to the treasures that may be on Mo Yiyi.
But today, they saw it with their own eyes and had such close contact, how could they give up the temptation of grabbing Noila Mo Yiyi and shaking out all the treasures from her body?
Taking advantage of the large number of people on their side, these Mahayana men infiltrated the Jianzong's temporary residence.
For strong men like them, they only need to give them a few breaths of time, and they can take Mo Yiyi away quietly!
But who would have thought that the elders of Jianzong were so experienced that they immediately brought Mo Yiyi to the Presbyterian Hall. And Mo Yiyi was also very obedient and never left the scope of the Presbyterian Hall, even for a small child.
While the sword cultivators were in class, she never left the elder hall even for a moment!
And these elders of the Sword Sect seemed to have already anticipated what would happen next.
For example, when negotiating with the elders of the Demon Sect on major matters related to the interests of the Sword Sect, they only sent Wu Yao, the person involved, to talk to the seven elders from the Demon Sect. They were not afraid of him suffering at all!
As for the remaining elders, tsk tsk tsk, a group of swordsmen with amazing fighting power, amazing fighting will, and amazing fighting experience, all holding their own natal swords, like highly concentrated cats ready to catch mice, quietly waiting for other Mahayana.
Looking forward to your visit!
The two maimed Mahayana warriors lay motionless on the ground. Perhaps they knew that the sword cultivator, who was also seriously injured, would not really kill them, so they all acted very bachelors.
The elder of the Sword Sect tugged at his badly torn clothes, with a look of distress on his face.
The formation master just hates it. There are layer after layer of traps. He almost fell over today.
But looking at the two Mahayana men whose arms and legs he had removed, he became interested again.
It was just that he was in a good mood and went through these two Mahayana periods, but found very little.
“Why do you have this little thing with you??”
The swordsman in the Mahayana period couldn't believe it, but the two people who were robbed rolled their eyes in their hearts.
How could they carry their collection with them, knowing that there was a risk of being caught, and they were not stupid?
The sword cultivator obviously reacted and knew their plan, and he was absolutely furious at the moment.
But even if you are angry, you can't really kill them. After all, the Mahayana Stage is the top combat force in the Eastern Continent today, and they are still needed to deal with the invasion of the Western Continent.
Therefore, the sword cultivator could only take a deep breath, and then he boldly dropped the two sword cultivators who had lost their arms and legs, and took two large basins and placed them under them.
The sword stabbed their wounds twice unceremoniously, leaving his own spiritual power on them to prevent their spiritual power from continuing to seal the wounds!
"Since you have nothing, then leave some blood for me!"
This is a newly discovered profitable business for these sword cultivator elders.
In the past, they had never thought that Mahayana blood could be sold for spiritual stones. After all, the Chamber of Commerce did not dare to accept such things in a big way.
But since the arrival of Mo Yiyi, these Mahayana elders have simply opened the door to a new world!
After stuffing a golden lotus seed into his mouth, the injuries on his body quickly recovered, and the elder of the Sword Sect's eyes almost became crooked with laughter.
Golden Lotus Seeds are a good thing, but the quantity is too small. They had more than fifty Mahayana years, but they didn't get many from Wu Yao. In the end, they only got one per person.
But with this kind of healing elixir, they can deal with those Mahayana people who want to sneak in much more easily.
Before the blood of the two Mahayana stages had been drained, he sensed an intruder over there. At that moment, he didn't care about them anymore. He directly collected the blood basin and disappeared in a flash!
And these two Mahayana men shook themselves and used their spiritual power to pull their own hands and feet, put them on themselves and then disappeared instantly!
The two of them managed to escape, but the other one who was caught by the Mahayana sword cultivator suffered a disaster. After being slashed again, he became a bag of blood.
This kind of thing was still happening near the temporary station of the Sword Sect. The Mahayana disciples who were originally full of confidence were hit head-on by this group of sword cultivators, and then they were bleeding. It was simply miserable.
Such a result was something they did not expect. After all, no one could have imagined that each of these sword cultivators actually had at least one healing holy medicine in their hands. After taking it, no matter how serious the injury was, they could quickly get better. For more than fifty Mahayana periods,
, the difficulty index doubled directly, and these people were caught off guard!
Mo Yiyi, who stayed in the steward hall, didn't know about this at all. She was completely isolated from the bloody storm outside. She was in a good mood at the moment to accept the refining results of the little sword cultivators!
Yes, not long ago, a young swordsman finally successfully refined the golden sore medicine, shared his experience, and received Mo Yiyi's reward.
Then other little sword cultivators achieved results one after another, and bowls of golden sore medicine were delivered to Mo Yiyi!
While Mo Yiyi repaired these small swords with several spirit coins, she checked the quality of these golden sore medicines.
The quality is actually not that good, especially after comparing the ones made by Mo Yiyi, the difference is particularly obvious.
Mo Yiyi's golden sore medicine is white as snow, and the powder is very fine. If you smell it up close, you can smell a faint bitter taste and a kind of grassy fragrance, and the portion is also very large, a big bowl of it!
But what these little sword cultivators refine is much different.
There are crystals in the gold sore medicine they refine, and some of the powder will aggregate into lumps. The color is also dull, either yellow or gray. If you smell it up close, the smell is very light.
This kind of medicine for golden sores is not very effective, but Mo Yiyi felt very happy if it was successful.
If you can succeed now, you will definitely get better and better with practice in the future!
Therefore, in order to encourage these young sword cultivators, she kept the bowl of golden sore medicine she refined as a model, and stated that if it was such a golden sore medicine, she would be willing to give two more spiritual coins as a reward!
Now the enthusiasm of the little sword cultivators is even greater!
As for Mo Yiyi, she had already started handing out paper cranes to the stewards, asking them to send someone over to help her hand out spirit coins to Xiao Jianxiu!
It’s just that the stewards don’t have time!
One by one, the paper cranes were sent out, and each one flew back, bringing back the same message, which was to ask Mo Yiyi, the manager, to stand in front of them for a while, and they would definitely come over after they finished the work at hand!
But Mo Yiyi looked at the long queue of little sword cultivators who were very anxious. She looked at the large pot of golden sore medicine powder piled up here. She was too busy to do it herself!
The little sword cultivator at the front over there is already urging me.
Now that they can refine the golden sore medicine, time is like spiritual currency to them. Any more delay here will be a waste to them!
In the end, Mo Yiyi could only raise her hand and ask them to stop queuing!
"You go back first, and then continue practicing! I will find someone to collect it from your place in a while, and the spiritual coins will be collected by then!"
The little sword cultivators could think of it, but the only container they had to hold the golden sore medicine was a jade bowl, which was obviously not enough!
In the end, Mo Yiyi could only continue to find a weapon master to refine a batch of jars for her to hold the elixirs.
Originally, the elixirs on the market were filled with high-quality jade and porcelain vases, but their output here was too large, and the cost of porcelain and jade vases was too high. A large vat with a big belly is obviously more suitable.
Fortunately, this kind of ordinary water tank is not difficult to forge. A craftsman can refine seven or eight of them in one breath. The materials are sand and soil that can be found everywhere. The refined water tank is somewhat transparent and has a smoother surface. In addition to looking at it,
There was nothing wrong with me before I became ugly.
Now that we have the containers, what will we do with the manpower?
Mo Yiyi thought about it, and finally took out the general ledger book in her hand and flipped it forward, starting to look for the former managers.
Yes, Mo Yiyi's idea is very simple, that is to hire a few stewards who have left the stewardship hall to come back and work!
A steward who leaves the steward's hall may not be leaving because of any unpleasantness with the steward's hall.
In fact, there are regulations within the Jianzong that the highest state of the stewards in the steward hall can only reach the stage of transformation into gods.
Stewards who have passed the stage of becoming gods must resign, so most of those former stewards resigned voluntarily because they had exceeded their realm.
Mo Yiyi flipped the account book to the front, and some names she didn't recognize popped up.
Each application form has the applicant's name and a touch of spiritual power written on it. It doesn't matter if Mo Yiyi doesn't know these people, she only needs to touch the folded paper crane on it to be infected with the other person's spiritual power.
Then let the paper crane fly, and the paper crane will follow the spiritual energy to find the person.
Mo Yiyi folded a dozen paper cranes, looked for them one by one, and then let them fly.
The first four paper cranes flew smoothly, but when the fifth name was found and the paper crane was touched, the paper crane did not move at all!
Mo Yiyi thought there was something wrong with the paper crane, so she tried another one and found that there was still no response. Then she remembered that it might be because it was too far away!
After all, the disciples of the Sword Sect on the battlefield adopt a rotation system, and every year some disciples return to the Sword Sect for one reason or another.
So she didn't pay attention and continued to turn back.
It wasn't until she let a few more fly that she found a paper crane that only hovered in front of her instead of flying away.
Mo Yiyi was confused again, so she took down the paper crane, checked it carefully, and then let it fly again after confirming that there was no problem. However, the paper crane still only hovered above her head.
Mo Yiyi didn't know why. Just when she was confused, the paper crane was pinched by a slender hand, and then the thumb of that hand touched the paper crane's illuminated eyes, and the bright spots on it disappeared.
Mo Yiyi looked over and saw that he was a young man with a male and female appearance. He looked young, had short hair, and the Sword Sect disciple's uniform was a bit loose, and he looked a bit unsociable.
He returned the paper crane to Mo Yiyi and explained to her.
"The paper crane spins around when it can't find anyone. The person you're looking for must be too far away."
Is that so?
"So, the reason why the paper crane is spinning around and not responding is because the distance is too far?" Maybe it was because she met a good-looking person that Mo Yiyi also had some conversation.
The young swordsman smiled very nicely.
"If you don't respond, you're dead."
What?
The young man glanced at the booklet in her hand, stretched out his fingers to flip through it, and then naturally found a page.
He took the paper crane and clicked on a certain name. The paper crane's eyes lit up again, but it remained motionless in the young man's hand.
"Look, that's it." The young man tapped the applicant's name on it with his fingertips and said naturally.
"Zheng Feng died in the 131st year of the War between the two continents. He died of believing in the followers of the evil god. He was killed by the children who came back from him in a suicide attack."
The young man moved his fingers away, looking at him still looking lazy with a smile.
"So, our Sword Sect's teachings to new disciples were not to trust others easily, and don't trust anyone except yourself, and don't have any kind intentions. Those evil god believers were particularly good at pretending to be pitiful in the past, but later they may have found out that they didn't like our Sword Sect.
If a disciple is of no use, then he will no longer be used. Those followers of the evil god are all puppets in the hands of the evil god, no matter adults or children, so we must not be soft-hearted."
After saying this, Noila Mo felt uncomfortable instantly.
Seeing that Noila Mo was silent, the young man smiled again, and then moved his finger to the edge of the page, where the approver was.
"Chang Lianchun, this is my name. I was the second deputy general manager on the battlefield. Later I resigned and was handed over to General Manager Qian, and then you."
Oh oh oh, Mo Yiyi didn't expect that among the people she notified was the former deputy manager, her eyes widened.
Chang Lianchun is very kind.
"We actually met before, in the steward hall, but maybe you didn't see me."
Noila Mo tilted her head, when had she seen him?
"I am an elder now. How is it? Do you have any impressions?"
Mo Yiyi's eyes widened a little wider because of these words, and the smile in Chang Lianchun's eyes grew two points stronger.
He patted the little guy's head with his spiritual power, and then stood up straight. Only then did Noila Mo take a good look at him!
Chang Lianchun didn't know what he was doing before. There were blood stains on the hem and cuffs of his clothes, and there were also some blood stains on the log scabbard hanging at his waist.
There wasn't much blood. He should have used the magic formula to clean himself before he came over. However, this magic method was not clean, and there were still residues in some corners.
However, Mo Yiyi did not ask this question. After all, it is very common for swordsmen in the Mahayana period to compete with each other.
Having been a disciple of the Sword Sect for two years, she still knows these rules!
Mo Yiyi thought she had guessed the truth, so she threw it aside, and then she began to feel restless again.
"Well, I didn't mean to..." Handing out paper cranes to a Mahayana elder to lure him back to work, she was overstepping her bounds anyway.
However, Chang Lianchun didn't mind.
"It doesn't matter, Manager Qian just left and didn't take you with him. It's okay if I come to take you with him. And..." The smile on Chang Lianchun's face widened by two points, and his tone became much lighter. "And you also give me
Spiritual stone, isn’t it?”
Mo Yiyi did give the spirit stone, and the paper crane said that the price of the spirit stone was negotiable.
No, Chang Lianchun asked now.
"Manager Mo, how much do you think I am worth?"
To be honest, Mo Yiyi really didn't want to hire this former deputy general manager. After all, the employment fee for a Mahayana period must be calculated in terms of top-quality spiritual stones!
This is such a loss!
Of course Chang Lianchun saw her reluctance, but he just looked at Mo Yiyi with a smile, until finally Mo Yiyi couldn't hold it anymore and stretched out a finger.
"Ten top quality spiritual stones a day."
Mo Yiyi felt that it was impossible for Chang Lianchun to agree to this price, but Chang Lianchun nodded directly.
After nodding, he still asked Noila Mo.
"This price is okay. Manager Mo, I have a batch of good goods on hand. I wonder if you can accept them here?"
Good goods? What good goods?
Chang Lianchun raised his hand, and a large basin of blood was taken out by him!
It was obviously blood, but the bloody smell in the blood was very light. Mo Yiyi almost instantly noticed the vigorous spiritual power contained in it, and then she recognized it immediately.
“The blood of the Mahayana period??”
Chang Lianchun nodded and said naturally.
"Yes, it's still very fresh. Do you accept it?"
Receive it?
Mo Yiyi looked at Chang Lianchun who was smiling, then at the basin of blood, and then at Chang Lianchun's lazy look with his clothes a little too big, and she instantly had an idea.
I didn’t expect that my own Mahayana elder would be so poor. He would bleed for spiritual stones all year round, and then save up and sell them!
Originally, Mo Yiyi was still distressed about the amount of spiritual stones for hiring the Mahayana elders, but now she no longer feels sorry for him. Instead, she feels a little sorry for her own Mahayana elders.