Chapter 58: Big trouble

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The two elders, Nangong, had a nervous face. This dragon tooth grass spent a lot of silver and he bought it in the underground ghost market. For this reason, he was almost completely clear. If it is so dead, then it is really big, and there is no tears in tears.
Ye Chuan looked carefully and reached for the ground to grab a handful of clay and squeezed it. Some laughed and laughed. This is what is dead, clearly that the two elders are eager to cut, the water is poured too much to drown this herb. Compared with the general herb, the dragon tooth grass is not difficult to raise, and does not need much heaven and earth to breed, but there is a characteristic, watering should pay special attention. Can't do it, can't pour too much water.
"Change the soil on the surface. After that, water the water once a month, but it will be poured once." Ye Chuan patted the dirt on his hand and turned and left.
"Hey, wait a minute, is this all right?" The two elders did not trust, holding Ye Chuan's sleeves, not a little elder, but rather like a pitiful old farmer who was watching the day.
"No, what do you want to do? Watering every day, take this dragon tooth grass soup to drink?"
Ye Chuan shook his head and walked away.
Behind him, the two elders are still not at ease, but they have to look at the letter and so on.
Back to the Ziyun hospital, Ye Chuan told the sorcerer to pick a few herbs and then sat down in the study.
Just now, the conflict with Aesop at the foot of the mountain is a sign. The big contest is coming soon, and the alchemy master Jin Zhikun and the three elders behind the scenes are definitely not honest, and will not let them smoothly respond to this challenge.
At the foot of the mountain, Ye Chuan Yun Qing is light and has nothing to do. Back to the Ziyun Bieyuan, a person calmed down, but felt the heavy pressure. Externally, we must face the pressure of Xuan Dingmen's raccoon and Wuyimen. In Zongmen, we must face the two old guys, Jin Zhikun and the three elders.
"In the final analysis, it is not enough to repair this body now!"
Ye Chuan whispered in a whisper, calmed down and calmed up, and there was a faint dragon-shaped air mass in the breath.
The seventh re-surgery of the warrior is a vital state of the martial arts. When you rushed over, you can become a monk from the mortal category and cultivate various magical powers. Always stuck in this level, it will always be a warrior, not a true practitioner.
Carefully calculated, Ye Chuan also stayed in the refining environment for a short period of time. Although the repair did not break through, but the foundation became more and more solid, the dragon-shaped swallowing charm in the body became more and more solid, and more and more like a life. The dragon gradually became vivid.
Ye Chuan silently smelt the demon and swallowed the heavens, quietly practicing in the study, secretly controlling the progress gradually.
The energy consumed needs to be restored, and the wounded soul needs to be strengthened. It takes a step to repair it, but Ye Chuan does not use the secret method to encourage the seedlings. The military is seven to the monk, this is a full-scale transformation, he is waiting for a thick accumulation, waiting for a suitable opportunity.
When practicing, time passes quickly, and when the eyes are closed, one day passes.
The next morning, the sorcerer who went out to pick the herb had not returned, and the fat man Zhao Dazhi did not ask for it. After seeing Ye Chuan, he sighed and sighed.
"Fat, what's wrong, what troubles have you encountered?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Yes, Master, I am in trouble, big trouble."
The fat man bitterly looked like a little girl who was indecent and had nowhere to look at it. He looked at Ye Chuan with sorrow and grief. This eyes, even Ye Chuan, who was a human being, was seen by him a little hairy. "Okay, fat, there are Things hurry to say, don't look at people like this. The little girl with such eyes, it is the eyebrows with spring, I see you are pity, you a big fat man with this kind of eyes, the blind man must be scared away, I don’t know if you are a Metamorphosis. Why, which teacher and sister have been paralyzed?"
"No, I have never been seen by any teacher, so I have never been beaten. Just, Master, I..., I have no money." The fat man is sad, and falling out of love is not a thing for him, no money. It is a big problem.
In the eyes of the world, the people who practiced flying on the flying swords are very incomparable, and the transcendental is not the world. In fact, cultivation is a sale of money, and it is inseparable from silver. Applying for a world-class aura of hard work, it takes two dollars; replacement, maintenance equipment, money, purchase of spar and medicinal drugs are more expensive, but also big money. No money, it is difficult for ordinary practitioners!
"Zongmen doesn't have a lunar month every month? At the beginning of the month, have you finished it so quickly?" Ye Chuan gave a fat man a look. It's no wonder how this guy is not right today, is it too early to borrow money? With?
"It was taken away by Miss Jia Jia." The fat man replied.
Ye Chuan was a little surprised. "Why? What did you do to her?"
"Where?"
The fat man whispered a few times, who is Zhu Sijia? Except for Ye Chuan, who is a master, who dares to do something unspeakable to her?
"Why is that?" Ye Chuan asked, some curious.
"Master, not all because of you. Just because I took you to the ghost city, Miss Jia Jiajia was angry. You are good. Yesterday, I went to the underground ghost market and Liu Hong, and I am miserable." Fat man Pulling this head, a look of sadness.
"Oh, I see."
Business. I’m happy in a small gloomy city.
F wherein, this is a trouble.
,What kind of?"
"My family is a rice shop. The business was really big, but then... Later, in order to send me up the mountain to practice, the family sold a lot of property, and then encountered some things, the family gradually lost.

The fat man's voice was low, and he paused. Then he said: "On last night, the family sent people to bring news. When my father went out to sell rice, I did not know how to offend a big family. As a result, the money was robbed and not even said. They were almost killed, and the rest of the family’s wealth was not enough to cure his father. I could no longer continue to practice in Zongmen. Master, I am here today, to help Miss Jia Jia to tell a The news, the elders will let you go to the Cloud Hall early tomorrow morning and turn in the list of people who will join you in the big contest. In addition, I will come to say goodbye to you, I... I have to go down the mountain and leave the cloud."
"What? Fat man, are you going to quit Yunwu Zong?" Ye Chuan was very surprised.
The fat man didn't talk, but he nodded slowly, his face was awkward. "It's been so many years, I still can't be an inner disciple. It's useless to break through to a monk. My father is seriously ill, my family is down, I am a family. The eldest son, this time naturally has to go back and provoke the burden. Master, I am sorry, I have been offended before. Today, I am afraid that it is the last time you called your master."
The fat man's face was heavy and seemed to mature in his teens overnight, turning from a big boy who only knew how to have fun to a big man.
"Slow, fat, don't be too anxious, you can't help much if you go home immediately. We can think about the money together. When the big contest is over, let's go down the mountain and see your father. I haven’t gone down the mountain for a long time.
Ye Chuan put away a smile. After the fat man’s time in front of the horse, he will have a hard time and will not stand by.
"Thank you, thank you Master!"
The fat man Zhao Dazhi’s eyes brightened, and he was not only guilty of silver, but also his father’s serious illness. Although it has broken through to a monk, he has almost nowhere in alchemy and healing, and has been practicing in the Clouds for so many years. Ye Chuan is different. In the past, he pretended not to understand the secrets. In the dark, he was a master. Even the elders had to ask him for advice. He had to count down to help his father's illness.
The fat man is very happy, but he thought about his face and couldn't help sinking. "Master, but you have so much trouble recently, you have to deal with big contests, and you have to guard against some villains inside and outside the Zongmen. How can you bother to trouble you?"
"Nothing, that's a small thing, wait a minute."
Ye Chuan smiled faintly. It seemed that he would not take the upcoming big contest as a matter of course. He turned into the study room and wrote a pen on a white paper for a while. Then, fold the white paper and hand it to the fat man: "Fat, take it, get it in the underground ghost market. Remember, don't be too cheap, at least this number."
Ye Chuan stretched out five fingers and shook in front of the fat man.
"Fifty two?" asked the fat man.
Ye Chuan shook his head.
"Five hundred and two?" The fat eyes are sparkling.
Ye Chuan still shakes his head.
"Master, five..., five thousand two?"
The fat man began to gasp, and a piece of paper in the district also sold for a few thousand two. When others were big heads?
The fat man Zhao Dazhi couldn't help but wonder in his heart. He opened the blank paper and read a lot of sly words, and some strange patterns, which looked very scribbled. It’s not a calligraphy work, it’s not like a practice, it’s just a random graffiti.
Master, this... what is this?

The fat man was puzzled, his heart was very disappointed, his face was frustrated. Such a piece of paper, let alone a lot of silver, and I am afraid that no one wants to give away.
"Fat, this is what you don't care about, take the underground ghost market, always know the goods, remember that I will teach you, just go. With this money, you and your family can temporarily tide over the difficulties, to cope with a period of time. Time is up." Ye Chuan smiled and said nothing.
"Well, let me try!"
The fat man got up and said goodbye, and he went to the door and suddenly turned around. "Yes, Master, on the list of the big battles, you better go to ask Miss Jia Jia, she knows the situation of Zongmen best. It is said that After learning the news, many elite disciples who had been practicing in the field rushed back. Xuantingmen and Wuyimen were prepared, and they must choose the true elite disciples of Zongmen to fight against them."
The fat man reminded Ye Chuan of a few words and strode away.
"Elite disciple?"
Ye Chuan whispered in disdain, but after thinking about it, he went down the mountain and went to the mountain where Zhu Sijia was.