82. Cut off the firewood from the bottom of the pot

Nearly twenty days have passed, and the Wanderer finally became hot. Tu Zhuang, and Zhao Tong and the others are looking for someone first.

Originally, those low-priced human immortals escaped from Sanfu City and entered Qianqiu wasteland to take refuge in seclusion. As long as they understand the geography a little, they are unlikely to run to the Southern Jin State.

Without effort, how can the merits of Shang Sanye be so easy to make?

After estimating the time, I flew north along the Shang Road and met Tu Zhuang and Zhao Tong in one day.

Thank you for these hard days, Bai He's feathers are dirty and look gray.

After gathering together twice, Tu Zhuang was a little solemn: "It's a search, but there's something wrong!"

Shang Saner asked: "What's wrong?"

Tu Zhuang sighed: "You said there were three or four hundred people, but although there were nearly a hundred rooms, we counted again and again, but there were only more than one hundred people entering and leaving, and there were not many reclamation land around! Lao Zhao and I were still searching around for two circles, but we didn't see any separation nearby."

Shang Saner also sighed.

The number of people is not up to par, but there will always be no second wave of human immortals who take refuge in seclusion in the deep mountains and forests.

Old Man Dong said that there were 300 or 400 people when they came, but now there are only 100 people. That was twenty years later, and the rest had died in the wasteland.

There is no vicious existence in Qianqiu Wasteland. Those lurking mountain monsters and evil spirits can only drool at Shang Saner and the two ninth-level people, and they hate that they can't swallow them. The low-priced immortals will not be so lucky.

I believe that these twenty years have been hard and it is a good thing to take them away.

But you have to look at the situation before talking about it, and it is even hard to invite it directly. The crime of "desecrating Buddha" has been redeemed and cannot be explained.

Those fleeing immortals should know that they are actually innocent. Who knows what they think? Maybe they have worked hard to find them, but they made wedding dresses for others.

On the business road, Shang Saner and Zhao Tong and Tu Zhuang first compiled a set of rhetoric before flying to the village where the human immortals lived in seclusion.

Between the two closer hills, the village is where it is located.

It was afternoon, and the dog and crane first descended far away in the dense forest.

Shang Saner's fingers sounded lightly, turning the old dog into a black chess piece, pinching it in the palm of his hand, and three people and one crane slowly walked over the ground.

There were still six or seven miles away, and a crisp sound like a boy sounded on the branches above their heads: "What are you doing?"

Not to mention Zhao Tong and Tu Zhuang, two ninth-level people, did not realize that there were powerful creatures nearby, so the black chess piece in Shang Saner's palm did not move.

The sound was so abrupt that scared all three of them.

Looking up, looking left and right, above the head, there is nothing else except a green forest warbler that keeps jumping among the branches.

The green warbler jumped a few times, stopped and stared at them, the bird's beak lightly opened, and the previous child voice sounded again: "If there is a master's place, I don't like the disturbances of foreign guests, please go back!"

It is indeed the sound it makes, which is almost the same as that of a human being!

Seeing that it was its words, it was not just Shang Saner, Tu Zhuang and Zhao Tong who both breathed a sigh of relief.

This little bird is actually weaker than the white crane raised by Old Man Zhao, but for some reason he can speak.

It was the place where the immortals asked, and Shang Saner clasped her fists and replied: "I am the Lord of Green Willow City. I wanted to go into the mountain to pick some monster skins and make leather armor for sale. I saw that there was a village here, which seemed to be someone living in the immortals. I was curious and came to visit me specifically!"

"The big bird carried the man around for two days, and we saw it too!" The green warbler was a little wise, answered and asked again: "Can it eat me?"

Shang Saner shook her head: "It only eats fish, insects, and does not like birds!"

The green warbler became a little more courageous, flew down to the branches below, looked closer, and refused: "Go back quickly, people here don't like to see foreign guests!"

"I don't like to see foreigners, and I don't want to take it easy! But if he has been living in seclusion in the mountains for a long time, is there any mountain demon skin to be sold? I am willing to give merit and buy it!"

This is Tu Zhuang's idea. Those low-priced human immortals have lived in the deep mountains and dense forests for a long time and fought with mountain monsters for a long time. They will definitely have fur goods that can survive. If they can be exchanged for success in the practice of virtue, they are most likely willing.

But this question is not something that little birds can answer. It jumps back and forth on the branches, and after a break, it screams irritably: "I don't know!"

Without letting the three of them wait for a long time, another voice rang deep in the forest: "Can you pay a price?"

That is no longer a child's voice, it is really a person. Shang Saner smiled and replied loudly: "We are honest people, don't tell lies. The mountain demon skin also needs to make clothes and take action. We always have to keep profits for our own family and dare not give them high!"

There was still silence over there, and I was still discussing it. The green warbler above my head became more and more impatient, and then jumped and screamed: "Come on Zhongxiong, I won't answer!"

A whistle sound came from the depths of the forest, and the orioles flapped their wings and flew back.

The previous voice sounded again: "Please wait and wait until the old people in the village agree on the result, and then come and answer!"

Shang Saner smiled and replied: "Okay!"

I randomly searched for a piece of open space that was not blocking my sight, regardless of the dead branches and leaves on the ground, sat down by the tree, took out the snacks given by the god Meixing from the second half of the mountain, and shared them with Tu Zhuang and Zhao Tong.

Deep in the woods, someone seemed to be swallowing.

This is not what I heard, I only have a feeling, I feel that my eyes are gathering on this snack.

So, they took out the wine gourd and the wine glass and drank it separately for the three of them.

There was also Tu Zhuang, the alcoholic drunkard who was drinking wine with a big mouth, had to slap his mouth a few times, put down the wine glass, and grinned and smiled comfortably.

After a while, another voice asked over there: "We waited for mountain goods not only mountain demon skins, but also some strange medicines and strange flowers. Are you... the city lord willing to collect them?"

This time my voice was old and I was no longer the same person I had before.

Shang Saner nodded: "If the price is affordable, you can still charge it!"

Wait for a while, three wild men in animal skins and clogs turned out of the forest.

Three of them come, and there are three of them coming over there.

The most conspicuous one on the right is in his thirties. He looks very handsome, but his hair is messy and unkempt. He has a long sword on his back and looks cold. He looks like a sharp blade that has just been unsheathed. He looks sharp and cuts his eyes when he sees it from a distance.

The old man in the middle was covered with old spots and wrinkles, and he was trembling while walking, as if his life was about to come.

The one on the left is thin, with a twenties or thirties, and the green forest warbler is standing on her shoulders.

Old Man Zhao lowered his voice: "I guess he hasn't reached the ninth level, but he can't do it correctly! If your fat aunt is here, you will be able to see that I don't have that ability!"

Fortunately, I would like to say a few more words at the critical moment, but I was not really bored to the end. When I was a matchmaker for the old couple of the Zhao family, I was also seen through the roots of the wasteland immortal. Zhang Guoguo had special abilities in perception.

Tu Zhuang also whispered: "I don't know my cultivation, but the one who carries a sword, the Taoist intention is already good!"

After a few exchanges, the opposite side has approached.

The old man in the middle was in charge of the affairs, clasping his fists: "The old man in the mountains and fields does not know etiquette, and he does not like to interact with the outside world. We don't know the name of this place! This place is known to the city lord, so please do not spread it outside. You have to do business in the future, so you can come to your own home!"

If you are really a businessman, it would be a good thing to know the source of goods only.

Shang Saner was a little happy and nodded sincerely: "We are not a villain, Mr. Yi's!"

Thank you all these days, I finally got along with these immortals who were carrying the false sin of traitors and traitors of Buddha. I am really happy, but sincerity may not be true.

After hearing what he said, the old man didn't make much politeness, so he threw a few pieces of mountain monster skin made of nitrogen from the treasure bag: "Please bid for the city lord!"

Tu Zhuang was familiar with it, so he stepped forward and touched it, saying, "The seventh-level mountain demon skin is quite complete. If you collect it, there will be three pieces of one leaf!"

The old man nodded gently, not dissatisfied with Tu Zhuang's price suppression, but took out a bundle: "Then all this comes at this price!"

That big bundle had more than twenty animal skins, tigers, leopards, bears, apes, and sheep.

Shang Saner pretended to find the other party by chance, and Tu Zhuang cooperated, picked up the inferior ones and picked out the inferior ones: "These are holes, which are not easy to use. Two are only priced as one!"

The old man did not argue, and one leaf of three animal skins, two inferior goods with holes were charged to one. He took back the untidy animal skins, and he spoke: "Please pay the bill by the city lord!"

Shang Saner pointed out the corresponding merit leaf, and the old man took it tremblingly, rubbed it, his eyes slightly wet.

After a while, the old man calmed down and threw Zhang Bajie Mountain Demon Skin out: "Please bid for the city lord!"

After Tu Zhuang came out a leaf and a piece, he took out a small bundle of eighth-level animal skins. After Tu Zhuang inspected the goods, he said again: "Please pay the bills by the city lord!"

They sold separately to avoid being cheated and turned against each other. After Shang Saner paid the payment, the old man took out two more ninth-level animal skins: "Please bid the city lord!"

The ninth-level fur, slaughtered into two leaves and one piece.

The old man wore his own animal leather jacket, which was just a seventh-level demon mountain demon skin, but the two people who came out were also nineth-level demon skins on them, and it wasn't just these two good items sold.

After the animal skin was sold out, the old man took out some dry medicines, which were also produced in the mountains. Unfortunately, the god of Zhenyao was not there, so he asked Tu and Zhao, but he didn't recognize him. Shang Saner could only pay a low price randomly, and the old man corrected it twice.

The low-level strange medicine is worth six or seven leaves at the top of the sky, but Shang Saner pondered for a while and finally shook her head: "I'm not sure about it. I don't understand the strange medicine very much, but I know where you are waiting. I will ask for the price next time before collecting it!"

The old man did not force it, put away all the strange medicines that Shang Saner didn't know, and waved backwards. Four savages looked like, each carrying two flowers and plants.

The world's strange flowers, with unique colors and unique fragrances, unique uses, and even helps to realize the truth. They are rare and must be alive and cannot be put into treasure bags.

If there is an old dog here, Shang Saner can take it away.

When you like something, you can sell it for the price, but if you don’t meet it, you won’t be worth it and there is no price.

This was discussed by Tu Zhuang and Old Man Zhao. The number they determined was cut by half by the Shang Da City Lord, which was calculated as the purchase price.

The old man bargained with Shang Saner and made an exclusive deal. The people couldn't tell the big city lord, so they had to accept it.

This is the final transaction, and the purchase ends here.

The old man said, "The village does not like outsiders and cannot entertain guests. When the city lord comes back, he will stop here. I will come out to do business later!"

"The guest is as good as the master, as the old man means!"

After Shang Saner agreed, he added: "This place is close to your home. I want to be more purified and there is no evil spirit to come. I will rest here for one night and leave tomorrow!"

I came to contact you in the afternoon, just for this!

It was not easy to chase, so the old man only reminded: "A few years ago, I was waiting for this village, the surrounding mountain monsters and evil spirits, and I loved it the most. These two years have been a little better, but it is not gone. If something happens, it has nothing to do with us!"

Shang Saner smiled and said, "We are resting outside, just asking for help from each other. If we have something to do with each other, we have nothing to do with you!"

So the host and his party went back.

The guests rested until the sky was dark, and some wild beasts were shouting in the dense forests of the fields, but they didn't sound like a mountain monster, and there was no evil spirit.
Chapter completed!