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Chapter 265 Ancient Scholars, Portrait of Emperor Shenwu (44)

"Actually, she looks pretty good. Although her figure is still small, she looks like a beauty."

"And it's still a baby."

"That's how it can be in this Moxie Gu village. If you put it in another place, whoever cares whether to weed her the winter grass or not, they will be taken away that night."

"It's too expensive to remove winter grass, otherwise the old man wouldn't mind paying for it."

Moxie Gu Village, Market Square.

More than 30 people surrounded the little girl who sold herself to save her father, whispering and whispering.

Li Guanqi was also among them.

Winter weeding...

Regardless of the ordinary name, it is actually a fourth-level spiritual grass, which can correspond to the four-element level of the realm of cultivation, and it is enough to imagine how precious it is.

Now coincides with the Gu King Contest, there are many sellers of Liangyi-level spell worms in the market.

But the most top-quality Liangyi-level curse insects can't be exchanged for a winter weed.

Just a century-old winter-killing herb, with a little help, can turn an area of ​​[-] meters from winter into summer.

The low temperature and cold air can be absorbed by the winter grass in an instant.

Winter grass is said to be winter removal, but its main function is to absorb and store cold air, and then use the absorbed cold air for other purposes.

But it also has other effects.

Such as absorbing cold poison.

The most famous one is the cold wind scorpion. This kind of monster is usually a third-level talent after adulthood. It is not difficult to kill it. The only thing to pay attention to is not to be caught by its scorpion tail hook.

The cold poison released by its tail hook is really terrifying, and it is extremely difficult to cure. Although it is a third-level demon species, once the cold poison enters the body, no four-element level practitioner can recover.

But winter grass can be removed.

The problem is that this thing is too expensive.

Just a little girl who is nothing?
Even people who like Pogua little girls are unwilling to pay such an expensive price just to get a little girl's body.

"Where is your father?"

At this time, Li Guanqi pushed through the crowd, walked up to the little girl, squatted down, looked at her with a smile, "Take me there."

This statement came out.

The little girl raised her head immediately, her big moist eyes were full of hope and excitement.

At the same time, the onlookers were also in an uproar.

"Is there really a big injustice?!"

"No, he's only a conjurer of Yang Yang realm, where can he get the money to buy winter grass?"

"What if he comes from a noble family and has money?"

"It's also..."

"But this is too resentful."

"Have money but nowhere to spend it?"

"Is there such a possibility that that guy just wants to lie to the little girl, and he will deal with her when he gets to her home?"

"Impossible, this girl's home is on the other side of Mushroom Lane, in Moxie's Gu Village, if you dare to break the law, the Moxie family will definitely deal with you first."

……

at the same time.

At the hillside fortress of Moxie's Gu village, in the castle of the Moxie family.

A young man who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in purple and black costumes, and many silver decorations all over his body, stood on the balcony of the fortress, overlooking the city wall, overlooking...the market square.

But he was obviously wearing a white blindfold covering his eyes.

"Master Shaozhai."

Inside the fortress, a stunning woman in a pure white dress and a white veil walked slowly.

Her graceful figure makes her look extraordinarily swaying when she walks casually.

She is the High Priest of Moxie Gu Village.

And the purple-clothed boy covering his eyes in front of him is the young patriarch of the Moxie family - Mo Xie Lin.

The old patriarch of the Moxie family basically didn't care about the chores in the village, and only focused on cultivation.

Therefore, the life and public security of the people in the Gu village, as well as other miscellaneous matters, are handled by the high priest and the young patriarch.

Therefore, the head of the young patriarch is often called the head of the young village.

"High Priest, it seems that you lost the bet that day."

"You see, there is still warmth in the world, and there are still people willing to save."

Mo Xie Lin clearly covered his eyes, but his face was always facing the market square.

He kept looking at the back of Li Guanqi and the little girl leaving.

It wasn't until the two of them drifted away and completely disappeared into a corner that the young village master of Moxie's Gu village slowly turned around.

Seeing the high priest and peerless beauty in the white dress before him, Mo Xielin chuckled, "I would like to admit defeat, high priest, I want the lion to open his mouth."

"Did I lose?"

The high priest walked to the handrail of the balcony and looked into the depths of the village, an alley made up of mushroom houses.

Although she was wearing a pure white veil, her breathtakingly beautiful eyes seemed to be more alluring than a beautiful face.

"Master Shaozhai, at the beginning of the month, you and I bet against each other. I clearly remember that the condition of the bet is whether someone is willing to save the girl's father, not whether anyone is willing to go with her to see his father, right?"

"The victory is not yet decided."

The high priest said softly, "Let's see if the man in black can really save that ancient scholar."

"Okay, my sister priest, whatever you say is what you say."

Although Mo Xielin covered his eyes, he still looked like a very handsome young man with red lips and white teeth. When he smiled now, he looked even more youthful and sunny.

"Don't, don't call it that, I'm old enough to be your grandma." The high priest's eyes flickered, but he still pretended to be calm.

"That's not the case."

Mo Xielin shook his head slightly, then looked to the east, and said longingly: "High Priest, do you know, Mr. Xu said that in the Daluo Dynasty, those families of different blood did not look at their age when they got married, but only on their appearance, because the practice of longevity For those who are young, in the case of eternal youth, it will not be a problem if they are a few dozen years old or a hundred years old."

The boy's eyes were full of longing.

"..."

The high priest was silent, obviously not wanting to talk about this topic.

"We have an appointment, High Priest."

Suddenly, Mo Xielin looked at the Mushroom Alley, and said softly: "Whether that man can save the girl's father or not, you have to return the treasury key to me at the beginning of next month."

"You still don't understand my original intention of setting up this gamble?" the high priest asked calmly.

"Of course I don't understand."

Mo Xielin looked sideways at the high priest, and said helplessly: "It's a meaningless gamble, one month's time, let's see if anyone is willing to save.

If someone rescues me, I win. You promise me one condition.

If no one saves you, you win. I promise you one condition, and you still have to return the treasury key to me.

That being the case, even if I lose, I can still open the treasury at the beginning of next month and take out winter weeds to save people.

What's the point of this bet? "

Speaking of this, the 16-year-old Shaozhai Master spread his hands helplessly, "Obviously I was able to revive that ancient scholar at the beginning of the month, but you just took away the key to the treasury and dragged him for a month for no reason." What's the point of enduring another month of suffering?"

The high priest's eyes were calm, "If I win, then my condition is that you are not allowed to open the treasury to save people with winter weeds."

"?!"

Mo Xielin was stunned.

"Soldiers never tire of deceit." The high priest's voice was calm, "You haven't figured it out for half a month? It seems that what Mr. Xu taught is nothing more than that."

"I've only been studying with him for three months!"

Mo Xielin said unhappily, "At that time, he was teaching the way of a saint, and he didn't even finish teaching the way of a saint, so I was pulled back by you. What can I learn?"

"And, and..."

Mo Xielin looked at the high priest with some resentment, "Besides, how could I have thought that sister priest would play with me like this? Ever since I was a child, you have never lied to me like this."

"I'm not lying to you, I just want you to give up."

The high priest sighed softly, "The research of that ancient scholar has no meaning to our Moxie Gu Village, so a plant of weeding weed is far more valuable than his life. You can't use weeding weed to save him, it's too wasteful."

"waste?!"

Mo Xielin's face was full of disbelief, "A living life, is it not as good as a blade of grass?"

"..."

The high priest was silent for a while, and then said helplessly: "Sure enough, I was right to call you back, you shouldn't stay with Mr. Xu.

It is true that he is a scholar, and his knowledge is profound, but his knowledge is only suitable for writing in books.

His family is very good.

He was born in the Xu family, one of the sixteen surnames in Daluo, and he is still a direct descendant, so he has never suffered since he was a child, and he has never seen the real low-level people.

The Daluo Dynasty that Mr. Xu saw only had a prosperous capital, perfect laws, and happy people.

You are blind, he is not.

But he is no different from you.

His eyes were also blinded by his wealthy family background, making him unable to see many things clearly.

For example, the value of life.

You just asked, 'A living life is not as good as a blade of grass'?
Alin, let me tell you, of course not.

If you are not studying with Mr. Xu, but studying in Gu City, the capital of southern Xinjiang, those three months are enough to let you understand that a living life, sometimes, is not even as good as a sentence from a powerful man. 'It's an eyesore'.

A single word from them can make a few, a dozen, or even hundreds of poor people disappear overnight. "

Mo Xielin's complexion changed slightly.

"Alin, you are 16 years old this year."

The high priest sighed helplessly, "Actually, it's not small. Putting it in the Gu City, even an eight-year-old child can understand this truth. As prosperous as the inner city of the Gu City is, the life of the poor in the outer city is as dark as it is."

"..."

Mo Xielin was silent for a long time.

"But he's still willing to save, isn't he?"

After a long while, Mo Xielin raised his head, looked at the Mushroom Alley in the distance, and said seriously: "Winterweed is very expensive, but the man in black is still willing to use it to save people?"

The high priest narrowed his beautiful eyes, but did not reply.

"If the world is not beautiful, what we have to do is not to go bad with it, but to work hard, work hard to change it, make it as good as possible, and become better!"

Mo Xielin turned his head to look at the high priest. On the face of the boy whose eyes were covered by a white cloth, there was an indescribable vigor.

"Ah."

But the high priest couldn't help being amused, "Change this world?"

"I don't even know if Emperor Wu of the Great Luoshen said your words, would he be as confident as you?"

……

……

"Daluo God Martial Emperor?"

Moxie Gu Village, Mushroom Alley, in an exquisite mushroom house.

Li Guanqi followed the little girl here, but before he entered the girl's father's room, he saw a lifelike picture hanging on the wall facing the door in the living room.

The person in the painting is wearing a black gold imperial robe, sitting on a golden dragon chair with gray hair tied up, wearing a twelve-pronged imperial crown, his old face is expressionless, but in those golden eyes, But there is a majesty and arrogance that looks down on all sentient beings!

In the corner of the painting and calligraphy, there is a pattern of a red seal, printed with two words:
"Shenwu"!
This is the portrait of Emperor Wu of the Great Luoshen!

Li Guanqi couldn't help but leaned forward.

The characteristic of the Ying clan's royal family is golden pupils.

Black hair and golden pupils are the strongest and heyday of every member of the Ying clan!
However, the royal family of the Ying family will end in a hundred years.

The 86-year-old Emperor Shenwu is already old, and his hair is already gray.

"Big brother?"

At this time, the anxious little girl was standing at the door of a room, and couldn't help calling out to Li Guanqi.

"Don't worry, I will save your father."

Li Guanqi smiled slightly, then looked left and right, taking a panoramic view of the living room of Mushroom House.

The decoration is exquisite, the furniture is complete, and the sandalwood table that is rarely seen in southern Xinjiang is used. Coupled with those vases, calligraphy and paintings, the whole house has a Daluo ancient style.

The girl's family situation is actually not bad.

Her father was seriously injured, but she did not sell her property.

Because in fact, even if you sell the whole house, you still can't get enough of a single winter weed, and selling it is useless.

... By the way, did you see any antiques or other historical relics?

"Are you from Daluo?"

Li Guanqi glanced at the portrait of Emperor Shenwu on the wall, and then looked at the little girl curiously.

"No."

The little girl shook her head anxiously, "It's just that my father admires Emperor Shenwu."

She was clearly not in the mood for a chat.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine soon."

Li Guanqi comforted him softly, then walked towards the room in front of the little girl.

"Squeak-"

Li Guanqi pushed the door open and entered.

What came into view was an "ice sculpture" lying on the bed.

【Yangyi-level different-blooded warrior】

It was a middle-aged man wearing light leather armor. At this time, a layer of frost was forming all over his body. His vital signs were still there, but he had obviously lost consciousness.

The cold air that emanated even lowered the temperature in the room to minus 1°C.

"The cold air has just begun to spread to the outside world, and the current temperature..."

Li Guanqi stretched out his hand to feel the temperature, then turned to look at the little girl, "Your father should have been poisoned by the cold wind scorpion 20 days ago, at the end of last month, right?"

"Correct!"

With tears in her eyes, the little girl nodded anxiously, "My father hired a mercenary group at the beginning of last month, saying that he was going to explore an ancient ruins, but at the end of the month, the mercenary group and my father only came back for three days." Personally, he also said that my father was poisoned by the cold wind scorpion!"

...Ancient ruins?
Li Guanqi narrowed his eyes slightly, then waved his hand, "Go out first, close the door, and I will save your father."

"Please! Please!"

The little girl knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, then turned and ran out of the room, closing the door.

"Forehead."

Li Guanqi scratched his head, took out some snow guns from the interspatial ring, looked at the ice-like blade of the gun, and for a moment didn't know what to do.

How does text simulation work?

Li Guanqi recalled a lot.

……

[After thinking about it, you think that there is no need to be so troublesome at all, you should be able to use a snow gun to draw out the cold poison. 】

【You and the little girl are back home. 】

[As you expected, the snow gun really worked, and the cold poison of the little girl's father was drawn out by you. 】

……

It can be called "extremely detailed".

"Forget it, let's try."

Holding the snow gun, Li Guanqi stabbed directly at the girl's father on the bed, piercing the ice layer on the surface of the skin, and stabbing directly into his left arm.

"Om-"

The next moment, the snow gun flashed blue light, and it could be clearly seen that inside the ice crystal-clear gun blade, there was a smear of black blue blood flowing—it was the cold poison drawn from the body of the girl's father!
"Ok?"

Suddenly, the spear spirit inside the snow-pointing gun conveyed some cryptic information to Li Guanqi.

The general idea is that, absorbing more severe cold poison, the snow gun can restore the cold poison characteristic, and add cold poison damage to each attack.

"Can it still be like this?"

Li Guanqi frowned.

By accident, I also figured out an effect of the snow gun. Of course, it is an effect that has not yet been activated.

Is it cold?
There are a lot of severe cold poisons in the world. Take a chance to go to the market square to have a look. "Poison" is something that people in southern Xinjiang are most good at playing.

"Om-"

At this time, the flickering cold light of the snow pointing gun gradually dissipated, and the black and blue blood cold poison of the cold wind scorpion completely disappeared inside the snow pointing gun, and was completely absorbed by the ice gun.

"Uh……"

Immediately afterwards, the girl's father's fingers moved slightly, and he was about to wake up.

Seeing this, Li Guanqi couldn't help laughing, and then pulled the snow gun out of the man's left arm.

"Squeak-"

Li Guanqi turned around and pushed open the door of the room, smiled at the little girl waiting outside the door: "Your father is waking up soon, please stay with him."

"father?!"

Just as the little girl was about to say something, she saw behind Li Guanqi, the father who had been lying on the bed for more than half a month slowly sat up from the bed, tears filled his eyes, and rushed over with great joy, throwing himself on his father's lap. arms.

Li Guanqi left the room and closed the door smoothly, his movements were very light.

Such a scene should not be disturbed by outsiders.

He walked to the wooden table in the living room and sat down, waiting quietly, and flipped through a few books that were randomly placed on the wooden table.

"Ancient Tribal Customs in Southern Xinjiang", "The Fault Between the Old and New Era", "Unsolved Ancient Mysteries"...etc.

Really a book about history.

But they are all books that are circulated in the market. Regarding the old records that Li Guanqi wants to know, they either don't have them, or they make them up, and they have to add a sentence "the content of this book is purely speculation".

"Squeak-"

After a few minutes, the door of the room opened.

The girl's father came out, closed the door behind his back, locked the little girl in the room, and walked towards Li Guanqi alone.

At this moment, the middle-aged man had already taken off his leather armor and was wearing a purple-black gown. He stood in front of Li Guanqi and bowed to him, "I'm You Hao. Thank you for saving my life, sir."

"The grace of saving lives is not just words."

Li Guanqi closed the book in his hand, ready to explain his intention to You Hao.

"I have a lot of ancient technology to give you."

You Hao looked at him seriously, "I know about my daughter selling her body, please don't worry about it, this child doesn't know that I actually have a lot of collections, a little girl's body, how can it compare to expensive ancient technology, you say ,Right?"

"Oh?"

Li Guanqi raised his brows, "Ancient times? Technology from the Old Era?"

well.

Perhaps, he will soon find out the truth about the weird world and reality.

(End of this chapter)