Chapter 12: Know nothing

"Remember Xia Yuan's martial arts progress was particularly slow because of his injuries?" Xia Qingchen secretly said.
In memory, Xia Yuan's cultivation practice was much higher than that of Xia Xun. Later, somehow, she suffered from internal injuries, and her cultivation practice slowed down and was overtaken by Xia Xun.
If he didn’t encounter the thunder-fire scorch, then if he did, then buy it, remove the old pain for Xia Yuan, and restore his cultivation ability.
But there is only one coupon.
If you buy Thunderfire Char, you will not be able to buy Dragon's Blood Powder.
Thinking about it, Xia Qingchen asked the shopkeeper: "I exchanged the coupon for thunder fire charcoal and dragon blood scattered materials. Can I exchange the rest?"
The collections in the temple have never been sold.
But it is said that the same precious things can be exchanged.
The shopkeeper is an old man with long gray hair and a sudden eye.
Ever since Xia Qingchen came to the counter, he has been immersing himself in the plan, and he has never looked at Xia Qingchen, and he is particularly proud.
"The temple only collects rare and exotic things, don't take out all the commodities." The old man in the gown glanced at Xia Qingchen, and bowed his head unreasonably to do his own thing.
Its bad attitude is really uncomfortable.
Xia Qingchen gave him a light look and said, "Sell martial arts."
He crossed the galaxy, defeated the enemies countless in his life, and the martial arts confiscated were not 10,000 but also 8,000.
There is no shortage of fine works, just take out a random one, which can trigger the shock of the martial arts world.
"Martial arts? Yes, but the inferior goods of the Huang class are not sold, our temple will not accept them." The old man in the gown looked at Xia Qingchen up and down.
Surely it is a family martial art stolen from the family?
"Look at it and see." Xia Qingchen calmed down and took the pen, ink and paper ink from the counter, and wrote the first two hundred words of the martial art called "Treading the Snow and Seeking Plum".
The shopkeeper looked at him faintly, and just glanced at it, saying: "The rules of the temple, the martial arts should be full, if you don't trust the temple, please find another house!"
If a complete book of martial arts is written down and written down by someone, is the person selling martial arts a good thing?
But the rules of the temple are very overbearing.
"I suggest that you still take a serious look at the two hundred words I wrote." Xia Qingchen said indifferently.
Can the martial arts written by him be simple things?
The shopkeeper moved his eyes and looked at the two hundred-word martial arts and waved his hand: "Ordinary goods only, take it away!"
In that way, it's like catching a fly.
Xia Qingchen shook his head: "Looking at you carrying a rack, I thought my eyesight would be high. It turned out that I knew nothing about it. Forget it, this martial art is sold to you, and you can't see its good or bad."
This "Treading the Snow and Seeking Plum" is a yellow-level middle-class attack martial art with profound content. Among the middle-class martial arts, it is among the top.
Although he only wrote one opening, if he has enough eyesight, he should be able to taste the extraordinary mystery of martial arts.
It's a pity that this shopkeeper has an empty temper, and his eyesight is really bad.
The shopkeeper was satirized, naturally displeased, and his nostrils hummed: "Ignorant child! The old man is the third treasurer in the isolated city of Yunyun. The treasures identified in his life are piled up higher than the mountains. The child who didn’t have all the hair!
He said, grabbing the paper, pointing at the martial arts above, and said, "In your martial arts, the inner strength, the ups and downs, and the movements are all the inferiors of the inferiors. At most, it is just a yellow inferior martial art. ?"
Yungu City, a yellow-level inferior martial art, is usually a must-have for a hundred martial arts families.
But for the temple, the yellow-level inferior martial arts are nothing.
"Where is my shrine? Will this kind of inferior martial arts be collected?" The shopkeeper shoved the paper into Xia Qingchen's arms and waved it like a fly: "Take your baby back and hide it well Right!"
Xia Qingchen chuckled a little, and didn't pick up the paper, let it fall to the ground, and turned around.
There is no argument, no explanation.
Looking at him leaving, his nostrils snorted coldly: "Things without eyesight! Pingbai bad old man mood, hum!"
Looked down at the paper that fell on the ground.
He picked it up, rubbed it into a random ball, and threw it into the trash basket outside the door.
But the paper ball flew in the air, and was suddenly grasped smoothly by an old but swift windy palm.
The shopkeeper froze, looking up, his face changed greatly.
He was extremely proud, and his attitude changed drastically.
In front of the arrival of the trot, he shrugged his waist and smiled with a smile on his face.
The shopkeeper throbbed with a heart.
In front of him, but the last lord of the temple, Zhennantian!
Twenty years ago, the first strongest man in the Principality of Shenxiu was known as the myth of martial arts!
A person who is a man of extraordinary qualities, and the world is shocking.
It wasn't until the battle with Wu Dao Mo Zun Gu Qianhen that he lost his hand that he could not hide in the world and returned to his hometown of Yungu City to create a temple.
Today, the head of the temple is inherited by his son.
He hides behind the scenes and recuperates in the inner layer of the temple for a long time.
It's unlikely to show up once in a few years.
Today, he came to the middle floor and arrived at the counter he was in charge of. How could he not put him under great pressure?
The old hall master asked, "Is this written by the boy just now?"
The old hall master is the old man Xia Qingchen met just now, Zhennantian.
Around him is his favorite granddaughter, Zhen Zhilan, also a famous flower in the famous city of Yungu.
"Yes!" The shopkeeper was puzzled under his heart. How could the old master above him care about this?
Zhennan Tian unfolded the paper ball and looked closely at the two hundred character martial arts above.
Zhen Zhilan turned his head curiously, glanced at it, and said, "It's commonplace, it should be inferior martial arts."
She thought what amazing martial arts Xia Qingchen would bring to the temple.
It seems that Xia Qingchen is just a person who talks about his mouth. In fact, there is nothing special, let alone a master.
Zhen Nantian quietly put away the paper ball and asked, "He sorted out everything he just wanted to exchange."
Ok?
The shopkeeper was even more confused. Why did the old master really care about this young man?
Confused, he still sorted out ten copies of Dragon's Blood material, packed a piece of thunder and fire, carefully packed it, and sent it to Zhennantian.
"Huh." Zhen Nantian took it, looked at the shopkeeper, and said: "Go to the temple's account room to get two hundred and two thousand silver, and then go home to feed the days."
Ok?
The shopkeeper raised his eyes, his eyes full of confusion.
Nourish the days? Who are you talking about?
Zhen Zhilan was also shocked by Grandpa's words and pointed to the shopkeeper. He said, "Grandpa, do you mean him?"
Zhennan Tian said lightly: "Is there a second shopkeeper at the scene?"
Poof-
The shopkeeper was so frightened that his legs were soft. He knelt down on the ground and kowtowed, "The old master is gracious, why don't the old slaves do their best?"
"Yes, Grandpa, what are you doing? This is a good way to dismiss Master Jia!" Zhen Zhilan felt that Grandpa was old and confused and dismissed Master Jia inexplicably.
Master Jia is the third treasure master of Yungu City, who was invited by the temple for a great price.
Without reason and symptom, how to dismiss a person?