"Junior brother, this is what my disciples guarding the cemetery do on weekdays."

In a stone house, Li Shangbai said to Hu Qinghan.

The two sat at a low table and placed a pot of wine in front of them. Li Shangbai is a scholar, who likes fine wine and beauties.

However, the pot of wine in front of me is sake, and the degree is not high. Most of the wines in this world are like this.

The stone house is definitely not Hu Qinghan’s, but Li Shangbai’s No. 8 Garden.

After the two men finished peeing, Li Shangbai invited him to sit down. Of course Hu Qinghan was willing, because he wanted to ask about something from the other party.

After some exchanges, he learned a lot of rules and experiences about guarding the cemetery from Li Shangbai, which benefited him a lot and felt that peeing was worth it.

Even guarding the cemetery actually had something that could be harvested. Li Shangbai told him that it was to search for corpses.

The corpses that can be buried in the cemetery were not ordinary people during their lifetime, either martial artists or qi refiners, and most of these people were either rich or noble.

Although the body must have been searched when it was buried, maybe I was lucky enough to find a leak.

Li Shangbai once found a Baochai made of gold and pearls in her thick hair in a female corpse, and took it out for twenty taels of silver.

Moreover, due to customs, some places like to put some gold, silver and money in the mouths and even in the belly of the corpse. If you find it, you will get a big harvest.

In addition, from Li Shangbai's mouth, he also learned that the corpses in the cemetery must be taken care of. If there is a problem with the corpse, others may complain. If the complaint is successful, those who guard the cemetery will be deducted contribution points, depending on the situation, at least two points will be deducted each time.

When Hu Qinghan learned about this, he and Li Shangbai were peeing on Zhang Chong's grave, and the bodies buried by each other would definitely be contaminated.

However, Li Shangbai reassured him that the body buried in the cemetery before Hu Qinghan came was not his business.

"By the way, yesterday there is today. In addition to seeing me, did you see other people in No. 9 or No. 10?" After getting closer to Li Shangbai, Hu Qinghan asked him.

After saying that, he added, "I first came to the cemetery. Today, I don't understand the rules. I went out and didn't know if my senior brothers and sisters came to bury the bodies during this period."

"Others?" Li Shangbai thought for a while, then shook his head, "I didn't see it, and I only saw my junior brother today."

"The cemetery is so remote that no one should come here normally. No wonder no one wants to do this job," Hu Qinghan said again.

"It's true. Except for fellow disciples who come to bury the corpses and take them away, no one usually comes to this ghost place."

Hu Qinghan felt relieved and said, "It's getting late, I'll go back to bed first, and come to chat with my senior brother another day."

Li Shangbai stood up and gave him a look.

Back at Cemetery No. 9, Hu Qinghan took a look at his newly built stove, and then lay on the stone bed to prepare to go to bed.

After a while, his breathing became even.

He never uses a quilt to sleep. Pure Yang's body is full of fire, and even a cold stone bed makes it comfortable to sleep.

Tomorrow morning, he would go to Xiaonan Street in the western small city to find the disciples of the Xiaoshan Sect to buy martial arts.

There were five hundred taels left on him, which might just solve the problem that he needed a masculine martial art.

...

The small city on the west is a town with a jurisdiction of dozens of miles in a radius. The Xuanyin Sect has two other small sects. Although they are not under the jurisdiction, they are all very close to this place and often have disciples appear here.

Hu Qinghan has been here several times, so he is familiar with it.

The small market in the west not only has teahouses, restaurants and inns, but also many pharmacies, pawn shops, and even brothels. The warriors and low-level Qi Refiners can meet all the needs of them, so this place has become the most lively place within a radius of dozens of miles.

After Hu Qinghan walked around, he came to a shop selling animal skins on Xiaonan Street.

On the side of the store entrance, he indeed saw a small stall with a long table with various items on it.

The owner of this stall sat at the table with his chest raised and his head raised.

The other party looked twenty-five or six years old, had a long and big horse face, and his eyes were very small. He thought he was asleep if he didn't know.

Hu Qinghan came to Ma Fang and first looked at the various things on his desk.

There were minks, dried ginseng, deer antlers, and a whole lotus flower without peeling out lotus seeds. In addition, he also saw a huge bear paw and tiger claws with spotted patterns, and he didn't know if it was true.

When he noticed someone coming, the horse face looked at Hu Qinghan from bottom to top.

When he glanced at a heavy cloth bag around Hu Qinghan's waist, a bright light flashed in his little eyes. When he saw Hu Qinghan's gray robe, he recognized Hu Qinghan as a member of the Xuanyin Sect, and then asked: "What are the things that this brother from the Xuanyin Sect likes?"

Hu Qinghan asked bluntly: "I heard from Senior Brother Zhu in the sect that you have a technique that can gather smells in your hands."

"Some." Ma's face nodded, and then took out a booklet from his chest.

Hu Qinghan said: "What kind of exercise is this?"

"You'll know if you look at it, give it to you."

After saying that, Ma Ying generously gave the martial arts to Hu Qinghan.

Hu Qinghan took it and saw the three words "Come Qigong" on the cover.

Simple, popular, easy to understand, satisfy him.

As he looked through, he kept nodding in his heart, but he showed a look of embarrassment on the surface.

This made the horse's face a little bulging, and Hu Qinghan seemed to be dissatisfied. It would be impossible to buy it too high.

Especially when he saw Hu Qinghan getting more and more careless, he shook his head and put down the thing at the end, saying, "Although it is a bit useful, it is too far from what I want."

Hearing his words, Ma Fang's eyes were a little disappointed.

But Hu Qinghan asked casually again: "How much does it cost."

The horse face didn't dare to shout too high, "Fifty taels."

Hu Qinghan obviously frowned, "It's too expensive."

After saying that, he was ready to leave.

"How much do you give me, my brother from Xuanyin Sect?" Ma Fang asked Hu Qinghan's back.

Hu Qinghan turned his head and said, "I will give you twenty taels at most."

"Twenty taels!" The horse's face was speechless, even more fierce than the half-cut.

However, at some point, the exercises are the least valuable, especially low-level exercises, because they can be constantly copied, which is equivalent to a transaction without foundation.

Moreover, this technique that can gather odor is extremely useless. It is usually used by women to gather fragrance and maintain it for a long time on their body.

Seeing the movement of the horse's face deep in his eyes, Hu Qinghan said intimately that he finished it, giving it a little high, so he said again: "I also need to add the dried ginseng on your table."

He just saw that when he asked about the martial arts, the other party immediately took it out of his chest. There was no such coincidence. It must be that the little slut Zhu Xiaonong had already ventilated in advance and said that he would come to buy it, so Mama had prepared it for him.

He deliberately showed dissatisfaction before because he was afraid that the other party would take the price.

After Hu Qinghan finished talking about the dried ginseng, the horse's face stretched longer.

But Hu Qinghan saw from the calmness in the other party's eyes that the price was still within the psychological endurance of the horse's face, so he added: "And that bear's paw."

This time, the horse face finally couldn't sit still, "I can't help but cut too hard. You know, my thousand-year-old ginseng and hundred-year-old bear paws cost ten taels of silver alone."

Thousand-year-old ginseng and hundred-year-old bear paw, why don’t you brag the cowhide a little too much? Hu Qinghan thought to himself. But he still said hesitantly: “If you don’t sell it, forget it, I’ll go to another house to see it.”

"make a deal!"

The horse-faced voice immediately came from behind him.

Hu Qinghan returned to the stall without changing his face, counted twenty taels of broken silver from Xiao Bu's pocket and placed it on the table.

Ma Facebook picked up the silver and put it in a paper bag, wrapped it with dried ginseng and bear's paw, and handed it to him with the martial arts.

Hu Qinghan held it in his hand and did not leave immediately, but asked Ma's face: "Brother Ma is from the Xiaoshan Sect?"

"What are you calling me?" Ma Fang looked at him in confusion.

Hu Qinghan spat and changed his words: "Is my brother from the Xiaoshan Sect?"

The face of Ma Fang was soothing, "Yes."

"I wonder if I can do a masculine martial art?"

"Masculine attribute?" Ma Fang looked at him in surprise.

As far as he knows, everyone in the Xuanyin Sect is gloomy because they practice Yin-attributed skills. So he doesn't understand why Hu Qinghan needs masculine attributes.

There are some in Xiaoshan Sect, but these skills require a lot of contribution points. Even if he gets it, he will not dare to spread it. It is a serious crime to spread the skills of the sect without authorization. He would not dare to give Ma Fang ten courage.

The scent that he sold to Hu Qinghan today was exchanged for him from a martial artist. This kind of exercise can be practiced by ordinary martial artists and qi-refiners who have a sense of qi. They are a big deal, so they dare to buy and sell.

So Ma's face said, "This is gone."

Hu Qinghan walked to the other party and leaned closer to the horse's face, "As long as there is, this is not a problem."

When he said "this", he confidently patted the small cloth bag around his waist.

He now has five hundred taels, so he still has confidence. Although five hundred taels are nothing in front of better skills, it is okay to buy a worse one, right?

The horse face shook his head like a rattle, "This thing is really impossible."

Seeing that the other party was so serious, Hu Qinghan gave up.

At this time, Ma Fang said again: "If you really want the martial arts, you can buy them at Sihailou, there must be one in that place."

Hu Qinghan knew Sihailou because there were everything in this place, and even the same martial arts were made. And not only were it sold, but anything could be sold. He heard that although Sihailou was a businessman, there was a big force behind him. As for who it was, I don’t know.

Hu Qinghan suspected that the way Zhu Xiaonong had found for him to buy martial arts was Sihailou.
To be continued...