Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 402
Zhan Changfeng thought that he needed silver needles to treat Ling Weichu's fire poison, so he went into the weapon shop to see if there were any silver needles. It turned out that there were needles, but they were all kinds of needles that hurt people. Trivial.

She had no choice but to change to a medical clinic, which has one but does not sell it.

Zhan Changfeng thought it would be better to order a set by herself, but she still walked into a pharmacy despite thinking so.

"Silver needles, yes." The shopkeeper quickly took out a set of needles, "Look, try to see if it's smooth."

Looking at this set of needles, the texture is not too hard, and it is estimated that it will be useless after one use.

"Are there better quality ones?"

The shopkeeper was embarrassed, "There is no more, why don't you go to the medical clinic next door to have a look."

She just came out of that, "Give me ten sets."

"okay."

Zhan Changfeng waited for the shopkeeper to pick up the needles, but no one would buy them, so he was going to the warehouse to search for them.

In this vacancy, Zhan Changfeng sensed a stubby man dressed in a short shirt passing by carrying two baskets of low-grade spiritual grass. She looked at it with her soul mark, and after thinking about it, she followed, "Uncle, stay a little longer!" .”

Maybe this person looks too ordinary and gentle, the short and thick man didn't think about Jie Dao, he showed his big white teeth plainly, "What's the matter, I can't buy herbs, I have to send them to the clinic."

"Excuse me, who made this shoulder pole?"

"Ah?" The man was stunned, as if he didn't expect someone to ask him how his shoulder pole was, so he couldn't help but unload the burden, took a serious look at the bamboo thing in his hand, and looked at the gentle young man, there was nothing wrong with it.

"It's made by the old man at the head of the village, one spirit stone and one spirit stone." By the way, he started a business for someone, "I've used it for almost ten years! It's not easy for a lonely old man, but the craftsmanship is not easy." It’s good, half the people in the ten miles and eight villages have bought his shoulder pole.”

"Old man Huabai?" This is not an appellation.

"He can't speak, so he will make a pole without saying a word. When he came, he had gray hair. After 30 years, he still has gray hair, so we call him old man."

Zhan Changfeng asked for the address and was about to leave when the shopkeeper of the pharmacy chased him out, "Your silver needle!"

She apologized slightly, paid the bill, took her things and left.

At the teahouse across the street, a man looked away and ordered, "Let that man come over."

The servant responded and left.

Beside him was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in a royal blue dress, and a silent and serious man holding a sword.

The girl said, "What are you asking a countryman to do?"

She didn't understand, his elder brother had been keeping an eye on the outside just now, and now he let people in.

"Second sister, what do you think of the man in the green shirt just now?"

This person is very easy to distinguish from the other two. If you want to compare it, it is that he has already experienced the tempering to reach the top of the mountain, tough and unique, while the girl and the sword man have just started. This is the difference in realm.

The girl said arrogantly, "Just an ordinary person."

The young man shook his head, "It's time for you to change your temper, you won't be able to please me in the future."

The girl refused to accept it, but stopped talking.

"Sir, someone brought it."

A son, undoubtedly showed his identity!
The realm of life and death can be called a marquis.

Supernatural powers, able to establish a king.

The spiritual realm is the emperor.

Returning to the Void Realm, you should be crowned emperor.

In most cultures, the successors of the princes, regardless of gender, are the sons, and the successors of the emperor are the highnesses.

When the stubby man saw the three people sitting in the middle, he became cautious, "My lords, what is the purpose of calling the little one?"

"Bring your shoulder pole."

scare!Why is it the one who depends on his carrying pole again, maybe this is some kind of treasure.

He hurriedly handed over his shoulder pole.

The girl said, "What's so interesting about this?"

The young man didn't respond to him, he just thought that if such a man with blind eyes could stop a man in the street just to look at the pole, then the pole should be interesting.

He took a general look, and there was nothing strange, and finally put his gaze on the simple engraving on the surface, hey, this seems to be a bit mysterious.

Zhan Changfeng found the old man Hua's residence—it was just a bamboo house built under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, with completed or unfinished poles scattered around.

Only the shoulder pole.

These masters are really informal.Zhan Changfeng glanced at the closed door, waited for an hour or two, and then a villager came over and said, "Look for the old man, he has gone to the mountains."

"When are you coming back?"

"Who knows, it may take ten days and a half a month, or a day or two."

After thinking about it, Zhan Changfeng picked up a stone, carved a series of numbers on the door, and left.

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The country road was rough and bumpy, and the girl in the sapphire blue dress complained, "What are we doing, just to find someone who makes a pole?"

The young man's handsome face sank, "Second Sister!"

The girl closed her mouth, and the young man sighed that he still cared about the younger sister after all, and explained, "The pictures engraved on this shoulder pole imply calculations, so it can be seen that the engraved pictures are masters who are proficient in arithmetic. how is it."

"Arithmetic, arithmetic can't help you conquer the world." She didn't take it seriously, and walked ahead before her elder brother taught her a lesson.

The group of young people found Old Man Hua's bamboo house and found that the door was closed. The girl was even more dissatisfied. After walking so many ways, no one was there yet.

At this time, the man holding the sword said, "My lord, look here."

The young man saw an arithmetic engraved on the door.This notch was obviously newly added, and the sign was tolerant and majestic, which made him, who intends to rule and become king, feel palpitating, as if he had encountered an opponent of the same kind.

Looking at this arithmetic again, its subtlety is comparable to that engraved on the shoulder pole, he was at a loss for a moment.

At this moment, a grey-haired old man came over with a basket on his back. He didn't seem to see them, and he walked over to push the door. Suddenly, his hands stopped, his eyes lit up, and then he looked deeply at the handsome young man, It rolled a few times in the throat, and the voice was extremely hoarse, "You carved this?"

The handsome young man's eyes sank, and before he could speak, the girl bluffed, "Old man, my elder brother came here just to see your pole!"

The handsome young man made a bow, "My son Jing Yaoguo, Qi Huan."

The son of Jing Yaohou, Qi Huan, the jade-faced son who has risen to fame recently, and the future successor of Jing Yaoguo.

"I didn't engrave it, but I am very curious about the picture on your shoulder pole, and I look forward to exploring it with you."

Qi Huan's posture was modest, and he wanted to have a long talk with the old man, to see if he was a real scholar.

The old man put down the basket, and cared about cutting bamboo to make a shoulder pole, "It's just a random carving, it's not very interesting, please go back."

Qi Huan was unmoved, he looked at the messy poles piled up everywhere from the corner of his eye, and thought of the pictures engraved on the poles implying calculations, and his heart moved, "I want to stir up the people's livelihood, but I just need a pole, and more For someone who lacks a pen to draw pictures and determine the future, can the old man teach me how to make this pole?"

The old man's eyes loosened, and the movement of cutting the bamboo slowed down, "What do you want to say?"

Qi Huan said happily, "Can you discuss economics with the old man?"

(End of this chapter)