Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 119 Qilin Exhausted

Qin Huai took a quick look and was immediately dazzled by the dense information.

Animal skins, precious feathers, scales, poisonous insects, precious medicines, spiritual blood
There are a wide variety of materials, including several precious medicines of excellent quality.

The Thirteen Scales of Wenjia: the remains of a hawksbill turtle species that grew in the South Seas for decades after its natural death. It is dark gold in color, can cure all kinds of poisons, and contains a small amount of the Pixiu's aura of wealth.

South Sea Cinnabar: It is red blood in color, of excellent quality, with very few impurities, and contains spiritual energy. It can be used for medicinal purposes and for drawing talismans. It contains trace amounts of Pixiu treasure and wealth.

Rare bird green feathers: The tail feathers of the exotic beast peacock can summon wind power and are the material for casting spells in certain magical veins. They contain trace amounts of Pixiu’s treasure and wealth.

Kirin Blood Jelly: The blood-colored resin that oozes out of the hundred-year-old Kirin Blood Jelly is a rare and precious medicine that can invigorate blood circulation, regenerate muscles, strengthen Qi and blood, and contains a small amount of Pixiu’s treasure and wealth.

The purest spiritual blood: The blood of premature infants taken on the same day is fresh and powerful, and contains spiritual power. It is an essential material for performing witchcraft and black magic.

In addition, there are many strange poisonous insects and various animal skins that have been nitro-tanned.

Different from Xinchou 7 which tends to be realistic, Bingshen 33 fully demonstrated to Qin Huai what the essence of high-level fruits is.

If the previous Taoist magic only surprised Qin Huai, then at this moment, Qin Huai finally understood what kind of fruit he had arrived at.

Although he really wanted to take all these items that contained the aura of treasure, Qin Huai had a big problem at this time.

He has no money! Or he can't afford what the stall owners need.

Although he had some savings and had obtained some property from the Scorpion Taoist and the old eunuch, Qin Huai could only shake his head helplessly when he saw the staggering prices and the things he had never heard of.

But no matter what, the Qilin Blood must be obtained. Qin Huai is ready to lose everything and even borrow money.

Feeling the desire deep in his flesh and blood, Qin Huai pulled the old man and squeezed in front of the stall owner who was selling Qilin Blood.

Qilin Blood: A token of Yama with the power of Qilin. The hairy inheritance can increase their awakening level and gain unexpected changes by devouring it.

The power of Qilin is highly consistent with the inheritance of fur!
It was detected that the Walking Lord did not possess the fur inheritance. If he could devour the power of the Qilin, Yanfu would compensate him in other ways.

"Shopkeeper, how much is this Qilin Jie?"

The stall owner was a sturdy warrior with gray hair and dark skin. When he heard Qin Huai's question, he suddenly opened his eyes, and an extremely fierce aura immediately pressed on Qin Huai without reservation. Qin Huai seemed to be stared at by an extremely dangerous beast, and the hair on his body immediately stood up.

A master! A master who has killed many people!
Qin Huai's heart trembled and he secretly became more alert.

"A thousand ounces of gold or a heavenly insight related to the water element."

The stall owner's words were cold, but the prices were actually acceptable.

"It's a little overpriced, about 20% higher than the market price. But these precious medicines used by warriors are invaluable, so this price is not bad."

Although it is quite difficult for the Qilinjie to grow to a hundred years old, in theory, as long as the specific location of a hundred-year-old Qilinjie is known, the finder will have an endless supply of Qilinjie.

At this moment, this piece of Qilin Blood was obviously of a different kind, and had become a token of trust acknowledged by Yanfu. However, the stall owner could not detect the difference, and still sold it at the normal price.

Maybe it's because the price is too high, or maybe this precious medicine is not very useful, this Qilin Blood has never been bought by anyone else.

"The celestial perceptions related to water are rare. I guess he is just trying his luck."

The person in black from the Ministry of Justice also added silently following the old man's words.

Qin Huai nodded, suppressed the desire deep in his flesh and blood, turned around and walked out with the two of them.

The stall owner looked at Qin Huai going away and didn't care. He just closed his eyes again and continued to comprehend the mysterious power of heaven and earth.

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After walking around most of the market and buying the remaining herbs, Qin Huai and the other two were just thinking about going back to the inn to rest when they heard a quarrel coming from the middle of the market.

Ming official language is interspersed with local dialects from time to time, such as "first come, first served" in business, "the highest bidder wins!", and "whoever has the biggest fist gets it".
The words became more and more intense, and finally it turned into a war of words.
"Others may be afraid of you, the Black Monk, but we Five Poisons are not afraid!" "Five Poisons? I'm afraid there are only four left now!" "You're looking for death!"

Qin Huai was tall and strong, standing out among a group of Annan natives like a crane among chickens. Taking advantage of his height, Qin Huai saw all the happenings in the market at a glance.

In front of a small shop that was quite different from the surrounding stalls, two groups of people were standing face to face with swords drawn.

A short and stocky middle-aged man was holding a dagger and pointing it at a short, dark-skinned Annan monk with sunken eye sockets. His expression was quite fierce.

The short and dark Annan monk remained unmoved by the knife blade that was so close to him. He held a wooden sign in his hand, ready to fight at the slightest disagreement.

Behind the short and stocky man, a short and fat figure in a black and green robe waved his sleeves, and the ancient sunken wood in the stall owner's hand fell into his hands.

"Just the original price, understand?"

"Stinky Toad, if you dare to take a step forward, try it."

A young child emerged from behind the short black monk. His face was extremely innocent, but his words were chilling enough to chill one to the bone.

"Make way! Make way!"

Hearing shouts from afar, Qin Huai turned his gaze across the street.

The tall and thin native who was trimming his nails beside the stall also raised his head, first glanced at the black monk who was confronting the gecko, and then glanced at the toad holding the ancient sunken wood with a vicious face.

Finally they arrived. Seeing someone from the Li family arriving, Centipede breathed a sigh of relief.

The Siamese black monks were famous in Southeast Asia for their strange methods, and their magic was full of evil spirits. Centipede really didn't want to have any conflict with these Siamese black monks if it was not necessary, but he couldn't stand the hot temper of the palace guard, and he drew his knife after a few words to compete with him.

Fortunately, when the Five Poisons and the Black Monk just started arguing, the centipede had already called the Li family over through the poisonous insect.

After all, they have been accomplices for several years, and he knows very well the temperaments of the remaining Four Venoms.

"Put all your stuff away, this is Blue Mountain, not Rocky Ridge, and definitely not Siam!"

Li Zhu, holding a small gray jar, squeezed in and looked at the two confronting parties with a sullen face and a firm tone.

"Humph!"

The palace gecko glared at the black monk fiercely, and with a "clang", it put the dagger back into its sheath.

The black monk still held the wooden sign, obviously not intending to swallow his anger. A fierce light flashed in the corner of the black monk's eyes, and his anger was violated. A thin black air was wrapped around the palace guard's throat.

A smell of burning hair emanated from the gray jar, and white smoke slowly rose. The Siamese black monk suddenly felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer, and blood came out of his ears and nose. The black air that was heading towards the gecko was also stopped by the white smoke and dispersed.

"Master Toad, bring the things here and don't make things difficult for me."

The Toad Taoist's face shuddered, and the wart trembled twice. Although he was reluctant, he still handed the ancient sunken wood to Li Zhu.

Li Zhu's expression eased a little. After handing the small gray jar to the servant, he broke it with his hands, and the ancient sunken wood that was harder than gold and iron was split into two.

"My Li family bought this wood. You two will take half. Today's matter ends here. If anyone dares to cause trouble in Blue Mountain again, they will be punished with this!"

The Four Poisonous Taoists and the Siamese Black Monk looked at the ancient sunken wood, which was not much stronger than tofu in Li Zhu's hand, and they could only remain silent and dared not to stab.

Seeing that the long-desired ancient sunken wood was in hand, the Siamese black monk who had learned his lesson was unwilling to stay here and followed Li Zhu to leave the bustling market.

The gecko curled his lips, looked at the black monk's obvious look of dissatisfaction, walked to the toad and asked in a low voice.

"Toad, what do you say?"

The Toad Taoist weighed the half-missing ancient sunken wood in his hand and replied expressionlessly.

"I'll have a good chat with him tonight. I've been having some confusions lately. Now there's a Siamese monk with profound Buddhist knowledge waiting for me, how can I not go and solve my doubts?" The Palace Gecko grinned, licked the corner of his mouth, took the centipede and the red snake, and followed the Toad Taoist to have a drink aside.

Qin Huai narrowed his eyes and frowned when he saw Li Zhu holding the jar and resolved a fight with just a few words as soon as he appeared.

"The Li people are not simple. If one of them goes wrong, General Ma's plan will probably fail."

Although the old man could not see the show as clearly as Qin Huai, he understood what the Li people were planning after just a few words.

"Captain Qin, now that we've bought the medicine and watched the show, shouldn't we go back?"

"Huai is thinking this."

The old man on the little donkey nodded, drank a sip of homemade medicinal wine, twirled his white beard, and the little donkey began to walk out.

After returning to Lanshan Inn to help the old man sort the medicinal materials into categories, Qin Huai turned around and found the young Taoist who was studying the silver-white talismans.

"Borrow money? How much?"

The young Taoist did not ask boring questions like why the person did not borrow money from the military supervisor or what he would borrow the money for. His words were concise and to the point.

"A thousand taels of gold."

Qin Huai did not hesitate. Since he had already decided to borrow money, he naturally would not make any so-called gestures.

The young Taoist nodded slightly, the silver talisman in his hand flashed, and a bag of heavy gold fell at Qin Huai's feet.

Sumeru mustard seed talisman? Qingwei sect also has this thing?

Qin Huai opened the bag and saw that it was indeed a thousand taels of gold.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest. Huai will pay it back within a month."

"It's okay, Mr. Qin can take it and use it."

Qin Huai nodded, bowed to thank the young Taoist, and then carried the gold out of Lanshan Posthouse.

If you come across a good thing, you must not miss it. If you are too slow and someone else buys it, you will be in tears.

Qin Huai thought about this in his mind while running at a fast speed. Soon he arrived at the market again.

Returning to the place he remembered, Qin Huai slowed down his pace when he saw the dark-skinned, sturdy stall owner was still there.

"Shopkeeper, I want this Qilin."

"A thousand ounces of gold or a heavenly insight related to the water element."

Before the stall owner opened his eyes, Qin Huai threw a bag of gold at him.

The stall owner heard the sound of the wind and easily took the thousand taels of gold with just his grasp.

After opening his eyes and checking the quality of the gold, the stall owner waved his hand, signaling Qin Huai to take the precious medicine.

"Hey, old man, how much is this mermaid pearl?"

"A thousand ounces of gold or a heavenly insight related to the water element."

Qin Huai was a little surprised when he heard the familiar words, but he still put away the precious medicine and prepared to leave.

"It's too expensive. This is all I have. Do you think it's okay?"

When Qin Huai stood up, he glanced at the new guest out of the corner of his eye, but this glance made Qin Huai discover something unusual.

The Pixiu gold ingot is contaminated with trace amounts of treasure and wealth, which can be absorbed.

Oh? Something's wrong!
Seeing that this man was not any soldier he had seen in the guards, Qin Huai silently took a quick glance.

A quick glimpse, and then start!

Name: Lei Yan (colorist)
Status: Fiery Eagle, shrinking and disguising, ???

Specialization: Sword Skills 85%, Red Tricks 80%
Skills: Sky-reaching rope, Yin Fire and Yang Flame,? ?

Note: A wanderer in the world, a master of drama, he once worked for a killer organization, then faked his own death to escape, and is now looking for anything that can break through the aura of heaven and man.

Threat Level: Purple
Name: Chuxiong

Status: Weather Tide Shark, Four Realms of Dao Art

Expertise: Naval Combat 86%, Fishing 74%
Skill:???,???

Note: He was a fisherman in his childhood, a soldier in his youth, a pirate in his prime, and has killed countless people in his life. He has traveled all over Southeast Asia. Now he is looking for everything that can break through the heavenly atmosphere.

Threat Level: Purple
Looking at the two people in front of him and the threat rating given by Yan Fu, Qin Huai's face darkened and he squatted down and continued to pretend to select medicinal herbs.

This juggler should be the tall and thin old man who angered the old eunuch at the inn last night. His short and fat appearance now must be due to his disguise and shrinking body.

As for the stall owner, he should be a great pirate at sea or a giant in the South China Sea. He came to this market probably to seek for items that can break through the heavenly and human atmosphere.

"Not enough. Too little."

Mermaids are rare, and everyone knows it. Seeing that the stall owner was unwilling to sell, the performer knew that he couldn't force him, so he touched his nose and turned to ask about other items.

"Brother, do you have any ghost dust for sale?"

"There are few tigers in Nanyang, and even fewer tiger minions. I don't have tiger minion ghost dust, but I do have water minion ghost fluid. Do you want it?"

The stall owner shook his head, turned around, took out a small bottle and handed it to the juggler.

"Okay, better than nothing."

The magician was a little worried at this time. The Five Ghosts Moving Method was good, but he had to prepare ghost dust in advance every time he used it, to replenish the little ghosts and repair their bodies.

Ghost dust belongs to Yin earth, which is neutral and peaceful, and has the best effect. Ghost fluid belongs to Yin water, and its effect is much worse.

"Your bottle costs fifty ounces of silver."

There were many drowned people in Nanyang, so the water traps were very cheap. The artist did not hesitate and wanted to leave after paying the bill.

Seeing that the artist was about to leave, Qin Huai took out a small jade bottle from his arms and shook it at the artist.

"My friend, I have some ghost dust to sell. How much are you willing to pay for it?"

The magician opened the bottle and saw that it was indeed half full of gray and black ghost dust.

The magician asked tentatively, "Thirty ounces of gold?"

Qin Huai looked at the stall owner, who didn't nod, so he shook his head too.

"Fifty taels!"

Seeing the stall owner nod, Qin Huai also smiled.

"make a deal!"

Yesterday I sorted out the outline of Cuckoo Bird and found that the promotion conditions of the later stage of Shenting overlapped a lot with the system that the protagonist wanted to follow. Originally, Qin Huai planned not to follow the proxy or Shenting, but to create his own system. Now it seems that I have to modify it slightly. And the story of Jiazi Jiu cannot be avoided, so I have to find a suitable time to cut in.

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