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Chapter 73 Helping the Black Market
Xiaoer went and came back quickly, and brought the steward of the black market of Juyuan City along with him.

Lingyin stared in astonishment at the woman with her shoulders half exposed, with loose clothes, a wine gourd hanging around her waist, and a wine jug in her hand, who was drinking while walking, thinking that she was in charge?

"Little sister, are you looking for me?" The woman hooked the chair with her feet and sat directly next to her. The strange thing was that the aroma of the wine seemed to be fruit wine, and she could vaguely feel the overflowing aura, which must be a good thing.

Xiaoer explained: "Girl, this is the manager Ling Shuang of our branch. If you have any needs, you can directly tell our manager."

Lingyin pulled back her thoughts from the shock, nodded, and took out the highest-level token with a straight face: "Master Ling Shuang, I came here this time to ask you to help find the Nine-turn Yin-Yang Grass."

Hearing this, the woman named Ling Shuang stopped drinking, Xiao Er almost dropped her jaw in shock.

Nine-turn Yin-Yang grass, that is a legendary herb, how could she, a monk who has just established a foundation, use it?

Facing doubts, Lingyin's expression did not change, "A friend of mine was seriously injured and urgently needed nine-turn Yin-Yang grass. If the black market helps me tide over the difficulties this time, it will be considered that I owe you a favor from the black market. If you need it in the future What I do, I should help."

It is expected that Nine Turns Yin Yang Grass is very difficult to find, even if they have it on hand, it is impossible to give it to her for free with just a token, so it is very beneficial for her to negotiate the terms of the transaction in advance.

She had no money on hand, and she was unwilling to pay on credit, so she temporarily used favors to pay off the debt.And when she said helping, she didn't say how to help, so she left a way out for herself.

In a few breaths, she thought a lot.

Ling Shuang drank two more sips of wine, threw away the empty jug, and replied lazily: "Okay, you go back and wait for news, and come back in seven days."

Lingyin stared at her for a moment, then nodded heavily, "Okay, I believe that the black market keeps its promises, then I will wait for your good news."

After coming out of the black market, she fell into deep thought again.

For seven days, the steward looked weird from the moment he entered the door, is it really reliable?
It's better to go back and wait. If it doesn't work, she will go to the Demon Race Realm in person to cure her brother.

In the black market, in the room where Lingyin stayed, Xiao Er hesitated to speak.

That is Nine Turns Yin Yang Grass. He has been in the black market for 500 years and has never seen what that grass looks like. How could the new manager promise so readily?

In the end, the explanation was not completed, and it was rumored that the reputation of the black market was not guaranteed.

Ling Shuang rubbed the center of her eyebrows, patted her beautiful butterfly back, stood up enchantingly, looked at the snow-white figure in the crowd along the window, and smiled meaningfully, "She is really hard to support."

Xiaoer didn't understand, so he answered the words: "No, the conditions for the growth of Nine Turns Yin-Yang grass are extremely harsh, and it's in the Demon Race. Where can we find Yin-Yang grass for her?"

Ling Shuang glanced at him, sent him out, and then wrote a few characters with spiritual power in front of him, "To the boss." The characters disappeared.

For the next seven days, Lingyin took over the work of her master, and she nestled in the cave at the foot of the mountain every day to recuperate and grow medicinal herbs, and she could also closely observe Qing Tingyu's state.

Time passed bit by bit, and soon seven days passed.

"Brother Mo Yun, I'm going out for a while." The old man, Master, had been in seclusion for three days, so he set up an enchantment outside the cave, and after greeting Mo Yun, he prepared to go to Juyuan City.

Just after leaving the barrier of Wushuang Peak, three people came across, namely He Yu, Yun Muqing and Yun Jiu.

"Nan Lingyin, you want to go out?" Yun Muqing's face had already healed, and it returned to a childish baby face.

(End of this chapter)