Watching the Northern Barbarians leave in anger, Mo Yi thought of Jin Santai's shameless face, and really admired that kid. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he kicked out, if he was caught by the giant, I'm afraid his legs would be broken! It is not difficult to see that the kid looks debauched and shameless on the outside, but he is extremely bold.

Mo Yi dragged Yao Ying to a medicinal herb shop and read the medicinal materials needed in the prescription to the shopkeeper.

After waiting for half a moment, the old shopkeeper in his sixties finally found all the medicinal materials he needed.

After taking the medicinal herbs, Mo lost to the shopkeeper for twenty-eight taels of silver. He had already calculated the price, so he handed it over to the old man without waiting for him to calculate.

Despite this, the old man was afraid that he would deceive himself, so he insisted that he wait for a while and calculate the price before letting him leave.

Thirty taels of silver, only two taels of silver were not enough, Mo Yi picked up the medicinal herbs wrapped in cloth and secretly calculated, and left the medicinal herb shop with Yao Ying.

The two walked around the street for a while, and came to an inn, Mo Yi looked at the environment and asked, "Shopkeeper, how much does it cost to stay for a day?" ”

"This guest officer, we have rooms with a sky name and a ground size here, and the price is different. I don't know if the guest officer wants a sky name with a better scenery, or a place size that is easier to move around? "The shopkeeper is a middle-aged man with bloated figures, two eyes and a smile on his face, quite a profiteer's demeanor.

"What's the price?"

"The Tianzi room has always been a little more expensive, requiring 500 Wen a day, and the price of the Dizi House is 300 Wen per day. I don't know if the guest officer wants to stay for a short time or for a long time, if it is a long stay, we can still negotiate the price. The shopkeeper said.

"Bring us a local room, and I can give you a deposit for three days." Mo Yi took out a tael of silver and handed it to the shopkeeper.

"Okay! Good! The shopkeeper took the money and beckoned a young man of twelve or thirteen years old to come, and asked him to take Brother Mo Yi to the guest room.

"I still have a little silver tael, otherwise I won't even have money to live in the inn tonight!" Yao Ying watched the guy leave, closed the door, and couldn't help but rejoice.

"Say it! What tools do I need to make Iron Bone Restoration Powder? "Mo Yi already knows that Iron Bone Recovery Powder is a medicine with a high effect on musculoskeletal pain. Normally, this kind of medicine would only appear in the palace, but Yao Ying was able to get the recipe for this medicine, but he had obtained it from those doctors in the Imperial Hospital before.

However, Mo Yi was a little worried, since this medicine was so rare, if they made it here and sold it, would they be targeted by the secret agents of the Heavenly Decree Division because of this?

Ever since he first fought with the Heavenly Orders Division agent in Xiaotang Village, Mo Yi had taken this terrifying member of the agency very seriously. The other party's ability to gather intelligence is very terrifying, and even their brother knows what habits and illnesses they have. It's hard to say that this Iron Bone Restoration will not reveal their identities.

Yao Ying seemed to know that he was worried, so he shook his hand and said, "Brother, don't worry!" This iron-clad restorative prescription was not unique to the old man in the palace. I still remember that the old man in the palace said that he also got this prescription from someone else, so you don't have to worry! ”

"I see, it seems that I was overthinking!" As soon as Mo Yi heard what he said, he relaxed his mind, touched his head and said, "You can tell what tools you need to make the Iron Bone Restoration Powder!" Let's see if I can get those things together! ”

"You don't need any tools, just a stone mill, firewood and hot water." Yao Ying walked a few steps with his small hands on his back before he said with a grin.

"I'll just give the shopkeeper an explanation for these things, but it looks like it will cost a little more money!" Mo Yi showed a bitter look on his face, but he thought in his heart, it's just right to have no silver taels, so it's good for you guy!

He had never been worried about Qian Yin, but in order to let Yao Ying try the feeling of not having Yin Liang, he felt that he had to be low-key and helpless.

"Brother, don't worry! Soon there will be money! When my iron bones are restored and scattered, the price of each bottle will be at least fifteen taels of silver. Yao Ying patted his chest with his little hand, raised his head and said.

Mo Yi nodded, pretending to be a dead poor ghost.

The two brothers sorted the herbs for cleaning, grinding, and pouring water.

The process behind Mo is not very clear, looking at the dark. After some battles with the old man of the Heavenly Command Division, he was already exhausted. So he left the little one to do things alone, went back to the guest room by himself, and fell asleep.

The next morning.

The sound of the bell reached his ears, and Mo Yi almost habitually turned over, and a dagger had been touched from the side of the pillow and held it tightly in his hand. He had his eyes closed, and he should be sleepy when he opened them, but at this moment, his eyes were extremely clear, and the cold cold light flickered a little bit.

He had always had a habit of tying up a space within five steps around the perimeter with a small black wire tied to a bell before he went to sleep.

It's hard for anyone to spot a black line in the dark. If anyone wants to get close to him, they will inevitably come across these black lines, and once they do, the bell on them will make a sound.

As soon as the sound is made, Mo Yi will wake up in an instant. It's his habit, because there have been countless people who want him dead, and he can't trust the high-tech sirens too much. Primitive methods are sometimes more effective than high-tech.

At the very least, more than one of the people who had ever wanted to kill him had been planted on this primitive method of alarm.

"Dude, I'm sorry, I woke you up!" Yao Ying and Mo Ying have been together for so long, so he naturally knows that his brother has this precautionary habit before going to bed. Usually he doesn't touch those black lines, but because he didn't sleep all night last night and was not in good spirits, he accidentally touched the black lines!

Mo Yi saw that he had two dark circles under his eyes, and naturally guessed the whole thing at once. So he didn't get angry, just put away the dagger and stretched his muscles. While disassembling the black thread, he said, "Go to sleep!" Brother gives you some sleeping incense! ”

"Hmm!" Yao Ying nodded and slept on the couch.

Mo Yi tidied up his clothes, closed his breath and helped him light the sleeping incense, and then opened the door and walked out.

Seeing that it was just dawn, he turned his head and looked at the door, as if he had seen the sleeping little guy inside through the door.

I have to say that Yao Ying, who is only six and a half years old, is extremely moved by his mental perseverance and intelligence.

After cleaning up his mind, Mo Yi asked the shopkeeper to prepare food, and after eating and drinking, he gave a few strings of money to the shopkeeper and asked him to take good care of Yao Ying in the guest room.

After doing these things, he left the inn.

Mo Yi needs to find the most densely populated trading market in Mingyue City.

He had already checked the Iron Bone Restoration Powder that Yao Ying had made last night, and although it was only a little finished, it didn't prevent him from looking for a buyer earlier.

For safety reasons, he does not plan to sell the drugs himself. He needed to find a merchant and sell the iron bones at a suitable price.

According to Yao Ying, this iron bone recovery powder is a life-saving medicine for martial artists, and no matter how expensive the price is, some people want it, so there is no need to worry about no one buying it.

The most densely populated place of pharmacy in Mingyue City should be Qianyao Street in the streets of Beicheng. There are no less than 10 pharmacies here, all of which are local businessmen with deep pockets.

Mo Yi looked at the people walking around him with some knights with big swords and long swords, and he thought that this was the place!

There are not a few people in the rivers and lakes who are brave and ruthless, and since there is a fight, there must be injuries. At this time, there were people in Qianyao Street who came to buy medicine, and some people came to see the doctor.

Mo Yi looked around carefully, and saw a pharmacy called Wang's Pharmacy, so he walked straight in.

This pharmacy can be said to be the largest pharmacy on the entire street, and it is full of customers, and the guys are greeting each other.

Mo Yi glanced at it, there were already more than ten guys in this pharmacy, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it! The iron bones are restored and scattered, and they must be able to eat it here.

Mo Yi saw a middle-aged fat man in a cyan robe sitting on the edge of the counter.

The fat man wore a high hat, a fat face, small eyes, a goatee hanging down, and a slightly bulging courage, like a pregnant woman.

At this time, he was sitting on a Nanmu chair and talking to a Western Xinjiang warrior.

The warriors of Western Xinjiang have yellow hair, green eyes, a high nose bridge, and thick lips. It's a bit like the European and American race of the earth, the clothes on the body are extremely conspicuous, yellow, blue and green together, a pair of black pants and a pair of leather boots. This made Mo Yi feel familiar.

Although he stood far away, he could hear their conversation, but he couldn't understand it at all!

It looks a bit like a European and American on the earth, but it's a pity that I don't speak English! He listened for a moment, then shook his head and sat down on a high chair.

Watching the middle-aged fat man talking to the warriors of the Western Frontier, he thought of Yao Ying's encyclopedic little head, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration in his heart. After all, he is also a top crime expert, and the person who once gave heads of state a headache is now no better than a little child!