The world's first loose repair

Chapter 8
Looking at Zhao Fu's unwilling face, Mu Ye felt relieved, and even felt that the sun at noon was brighter than usual.

Zhao Fu, a rascal, would kneel faster than anyone else when he saw powerful monks on weekdays, and he was as obedient as an obedient white-skinned pig.But getting him to admit his mistakes to a poor man was harder than killing him.

Look at Zhao Fu's aggrieved expression, it looks like a little daughter-in-law who was usually molested by him!
Seeing Zhao Fu knelt down, Mu Ye didn't continue to embarrass him.Although Zhao Fu is a local ruffian and has done a lot of bad things, but the crime does not deserve death.Even if he wanted to take Lao Wang and Mu Ye's shop this time, he was just an accomplice, so after Mu Ye taught Zhao Fu a lesson, he waved him away.

When Zhao Fu was amnesty, he lowered his head and ran away in despair.

As soon as Zhao Fu left, Mu Ye sat down heavily on the ground, his bright eyes suddenly dimmed.A mouthful of blood spat out on the cracked bluestone floor, looking extraordinarily red.

After all, Zhao Xiang is a cultivator in the concentration state. In the fight just now, both Mu Ye and Zhao Xiang were seriously injured.It's just that Mu Ye didn't want to show his injuries in front of Zhao Xiang, lest Zhao Xiang would continue to cause trouble in the future, so he tried his best to suppress the blood in his heart.Now that Zhao Xiang and Zhao Fu are gone, Mu Ye naturally no longer suppresses it.

After taking two deep breaths, Mu Ye felt a slight tingling sensation in his lungs, presumably he had injured his internal organs.

Walking to the shop door, after closing the shop door, Mu Ye went back behind the counter and removed the bluestone slab under the wicker chair.

Inside are more than a dozen small white porcelain bottles.

Before Lao Li left, he left Mu Ye with a dozen bottles of pills.There are those who strengthen the foundation and cultivate the vitality, those who maintain the body, and those who heal the wounds and diseases.Mu Ye took out a slightly smaller bottle, took out a milky white pill from it, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it.

A refreshing smell lingered at the tip of Mu Ye's nose, and even the tingling in his lungs became much lighter.

Mu Ye put the pill into his mouth without hesitation.

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Since the fight with Zhao Xiang, Mu Ye and Lao Wang's shop has been quiet for several days, and no local hooligans have come to make trouble.In the past two days, Mu Ye has not been idle. Except for taking care of business occasionally, he just concentrates on cultivation, and his cultivation is improving rapidly.

However, as time passed, the "tax day" in Los Angeles was getting closer and closer.This year's tax bank Mu Ye is not ready yet, and there is still a shortfall of more than ten taels of silver.Mu Ye knew very well how miserable the end would be if he didn't pay taxes on time.So on a gloomy afternoon, Mu Ye closed the shop, put a small piece of dark copper from the battlefield last time in his sleeve, and sneaked out the door.

As a stealer on the battlefield, the things that Mu Ye picked up from the corpses were not visible.If it is sold openly, the law enforcement team will show Mu Ye what is the fastest way to kill.

But although these things are not visible, people will buy them.Although practice is not easy, the status of monks is high.Becoming a powerful monk is the only way for ordinary people to jump over the dragon's gate.

If you want to become a monk, you must either go to the sect to practice or enlighten yourself.But the price of going to the sect to practice is very high, and it is not affordable by ordinary people. Even some wealthy families want to pay the training fee of a disciple. It is not easy.Therefore, if ordinary people want to practice, they can only buy the required formulas, pills, talismans, etc. through the 'black market'.

Of course, except for some extremely talented geniuses, or lucky ones who have received certain powerful inheritances, such as Mu Ye.

So at this moment, Mu Ye wanted to go to the 'black market' in Los Angeles and sell the black copper in his hand.

To be honest, black copper is not worth much.This thing is an auxiliary material for refining the lowest-level magic weapon. For example, adding a little black copper to an ordinary dark iron sword can make it a low-quality flying sword.Other than that, black copper is useless.

Therefore, the fist-sized black copper in Mu Ye's hand can be sold for five taels of silver at most.

But no matter how small a fly is, it is still meat. The gap of more than a dozen taels of silver cannot be filled in one go. Mu Ye has to find a way slowly.

When he came to a pharmacy on Sanhe Street in the north of the city, Mu Ye ignored the shopkeeper and ran directly behind the counter, grabbed two taels of honeysuckle and two taels of echidna, and rubbed them in the palm of his right hand.The shopkeeper immediately understood, nodded to Mu Ye, and whispered: "The body collector is in the back room, you can go by yourself."

Mu Ye smiled at the shopkeeper, then turned around and looked at the door of the shop, after making sure that no one was following him, he walked cautiously towards the back room.

In order to monopolize the cultivation resources, the Tianlan Sect forbids private trading of pills and talismans, so Mu Ye has to be careful not to be caught by the law enforcement team.

The body collector in the back room was an old man in his 60s.Bald, with a pair of eagle eyes shining all the time.Seeing Mu Ye come in, the old man narrowed his eyes and said, "What's the deal this time?"

"A piece of black copper." Mu Ye replied lightly.Although they have cooperated with this mysterious body collector for three years, Mu Ye still doesn't know his origin, so he has always been wary of him, and this time is no exception.

"Bronze?" The old man's tone was a bit disappointed, but he continued to ask, "How big is it?"

Mu Ye took out the black copper from his sleeve, shook it in front of the old man, and said, "At least it weighs a catty, and it costs five taels of silver."

"Five taels of silver?" Hearing Mu Ye's quotation, the old man chuckled. His laughter was hoarse and dry, as if his nails were scratching on a bluestone board: "You kid, do you think the silver is picked up? Five taels of silver Buy a black copper, do you think I'm crazy?"

For this mysterious body collector, Mu Ye knew his character very well, and knew how to bargain with him.So Mu Ye shrugged, and said indifferently: "It's up to you, such a large piece of black copper can at least forge three flying swords, five taels of silver is not expensive. If you don't want to buy it, then I will leave."

"In the whole of Los Angeles, I'm the only corpse collector. If you don't sell it to me, who will you sell it to?" The old man grinned, like a villain who has succeeded in a trick: "Besides, I don't come here every day in this black market. Tomorrow is a few pills." The drug dealer came to sit at the shop. If you miss today and you want to sell this piece of black copper, it will be a year of the monkey."

Hearing the old man's words, Mu Ye pretended to frowned, then sighed, and said helplessly, "In this case, if the four taels of silver are sold to you, if it is less, I would rather rot in my hands than sell it."

"You still have this temper, hehe." The old man smiled: "But it's not easy for you, four taels of silver is four taels of silver. I'll just treat it as a little bit of virtue." After finishing speaking, he took out a silver ingot from his pocket, Throw it to Mu Ye, and then with a right hand, he took the piece of black copper from Mu Ye's hand.

Mu Ye placed the silver ingots, and after confirming that the amount was sufficient, he smiled: "Thank you, next time I have something good, I'll come to you again." After finishing speaking, he turned around and planned to leave the shop.

However, at this moment, the curtain of the back room was suddenly lifted.A guy covered in a black robe quietly walked into the black market in Los Angeles.

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