Zheng Ping looked at Beichen's expression, and his heart was even more reverent.

"Knowing that Northern City is so dangerous, and he still shows a look of eagerness, this son must not be an ordinary person!"

At this time, Beichen patted him on the shoulder and asked, "If I'm not mistaken, your name is Zheng Ping?"

"Childe actually remembers me?" Zheng Ping was flattered.

Beichen smiled slightly: "Now I need your help with something, I don't know you"

Zheng Ping said categorically: "Childe, it doesn't hurt to say, as long as I Zheng Ping can do something, I will definitely not frown!"

Beichen was overjoyed when he heard this, and then said: "Actually, it's not a particularly difficult thing, didn't I give you three hundred spirit stones when I was in Mochizuki Residence before? Now I'm short of money, you give me three hundred spirit stones first, wait for my capital turnover, and when I have money, these three hundred spirit stones will be returned to you!"

As long as he can obtain this basic fund, after purchasing medicinal materials, he can make elixirs and sell them.

By then, isn't it a lot of money?

When Zheng Ping heard this, his face became extremely ugly, and he said: "Childe, the three hundred spirit stones themselves are yours, even if you want to go back directly, it is reasonable, but"

Beichen frowned and asked, "But what?"

"But I've already used up part of that spirit stone, where are the three hundred spirit stones for my son now?" Zheng Ping was a little embarrassed.

Beichen thought about it for a while and understood the other party.

After all, nearly two months have passed since Mochizuki Ju, and this spirit stone naturally cannot still be the original number.

Beichen nodded and said, "Okay, since that's the case, then you can give me two hundred spirit stones first, and you can barely solve my urgent need." ”

Zheng Ping opened his mouth, looking even more embarrassed.

"Childe, I don't even have two hundred spirit stones on me now. ”

Beichen took a deep breath, it's only been two months, and he has used up a hundred spirit stones?

He said helplessly: "Then how many spirit stones do you have on your body now?"

"Not less than a hundred. Zheng Ping bowed his head and said.

Less than a hundred?

Beichen frowned, his original idea was to first refine about ten bottles of green jade spirit paste, use it to open the market, sell it and then return the funds, and then use this to realize the flow of funds.

But now it seems that his initial plan can only refine three bottles first, and then slowly figure it out.

Beichen sighed and said, "Then you can give me the remaining spirit stones on your body first." ”

Zheng Ping nodded and began to grope in his arms.

Beichen saw that the other party had touched it for a long time, and he only thought that the spirit stone on his body should not be far from one hundred, otherwise it would not be possible to touch it until now, and he was finally in a better mood.

Who knows—

"Childe, that's all I have left. Zheng Ping stretched out his hand, and he could see a blush on his swarthy face?

"Just five spirit stones?" Beichen looked dumbfounded.

"yes, yes. ”

"But didn't you say that there are less than a hundred spirit stones on your body?"

"It's less than a hundred. ”

"You don't care about five spirit stones for less than a hundred?!"

Beichen trembled with anger, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Unexpectedly, my great money-making opportunity was stillborn before it started!

Let's go back.

Beichen was disheartened, and he really didn't have the energy to toss anymore.

Perhaps seeing his loss, Zheng Ping explained: "Originally, there was still half of the spirit stone left, but in order to buy medicinal materials, I used them all some time ago.

However, now most people in Northern Realm City will only go to the pharmacist of the White Cloud Temple, and presumably my medicinal materials will not have a chance to refine them.

Childe, if you don't do that, I'll sell all the medicinal materials in the pharmacy, and sell the spirit stones."

Beichen's eyes lit up, and he interrupted, "What medicinal herbs are there, and how many are left?!"

Zheng Ping was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know why the other party's attitude had changed so much, but he still said the remaining medicinal materials of his own house in 1510.

After listening, the corners of Beichen's mouth opened, he grabbed Zheng Ping's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Are you interested in making a big deal with me?"

Zheng Ping didn't know why, but he still nodded subconsciously.

Three days later, in Baishi Street in the northern city, in an alley, two figures were sneaky.

Zheng Ping glanced at the bustling street, swallowed his saliva and turned his head to ask, "Childe, do we really want to do this?"

"Nature is true!"

Beichen grabbed a handful of gravel from the ground and smeared it on his face.

At this moment, he looked gray, and he was still wearing a tattered gray robe, looking like a poor beggar.

On the other hand, Zheng Ping, although his appearance has not changed, his appearance has changed, he is dressed in a white silk cloth, holding a folding fan, and there are two lines of poetry written on the folding fan - "Holding the sun and moon and picking the stars, there is no person like me in the world"!

Full of force!

Zheng Ping looked at the crowded streets, and said with some fear: "Childe, there are too many people here!"

Beichen said excitedly: "It's just that there are more people! Have you remembered everything I told you before?"

Zheng Ping seemed to be recalling, and then nodded and said, "Remember is remembered, but is it really useful to do this?"

"Just listen to me! Don't forget, when I fall to the ground and vomit blood, that's when you show up!"

After speaking, Beichen slashed his right hand on his chest, and a blood mark appeared directly, and then he rushed to the corner of the street.

There is a medicine hall, and on top of the medicine hall, there is a flag with a white cloud carved on the flag.

This medicine hall is the place where it was acquired by the Baiyun Temple!

As soon as Beichen stepped onto the street, he began to scream: "Help! Who will save me! I'm dying!"

Seeing this, the surrounding pedestrians avoided it one after another.

"What's the matter with this man?"

"Look, he's so badly wounded!"

"Didn't he come here to seek the help of the pharmacist of the White Cloud Temple?"

"Seeking treatment from the Baiyun Temple? With his appearance, what kind of treatment can he cost?"

At this point, everyone looked at Beichen's eyes, full of sympathy.

After a while, Beichen stumbled to the door of the medicine hall, where two men in white were standing at this moment.

When they saw the seriously injured Beichen, they first frowned, and then one of them gave the other a look.

The man understood and stood up.

"Wait! How can the medicine hall of the Baiyun Temple enter as soon as you want?"

Beichen pretended to be weak and said: "Immortal Master, please save me, I was scratched by the Ghost Wolf, if I don't treat it again, I will definitely die!"

In the surrounding crowd, there was already a pharmacist, and when he heard the name of the ghost wolf, he looked shocked.

"It's a ghost wolf?"

Someone on the side asked, "What is this?"

"The Ghost Sky Wolf is a killing god in the ice and snow field, if it is scratched by it, it will be dangerous!"

"It's just a scratch, it's not that serious, is it?"

"What do you know, I'm a pharmacist! The claws of the ghost wolf can secrete treacherous poison, so that the monk's wounds cannot be recovered, and those who are captured often end up bleeding to death!"

When everyone heard this, they gasped.

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