The deacon looked at the scroll and wrote: "Fifth class mission, collection of medicinal herbs, registration personnel, captain-"

Cheng Mubai said: "Cheng Mubai." ”

The deacon nodded, wrote the words "Cheng Mubai", and said, "What about the names of the team members? This task may seem simple, but it's actually complicated. There are so many types that need to be collected, and it was not difficult to collect them before the war. But now, there is a shortage of materials everywhere, and these have become problems. Someone did it before, but gave up halfway. Prepare at least ten men, each city—"

"There are no players, or rather, there is only me. Cheng Mubai interrupted him and said directly.

The deacon's pen stopped, raised his head, and said with a faint anger on his face: "I said, are you teasing me? Do you think that the material task is very simple? If it is really that simple, it may be hung up as a fifth-class task? Until now, you are the second to take on this task! The one in front, the five people, has already failed!"

Cheng Mubai said: "Three catties of angelica, kudzu, red apricot, sedum...... One pound of 500-year-old Broken Intestine Grass and 500-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, just these 128 kinds of medicinal materials, right? You see, I have written them all down. Am I kidding?"

Except for the medicinal materials and numbers mentioned on the scroll at the beginning and end, in the middle, Cheng Mubai said nonsense.

Alchemists and refiners are all treasures of the major sects.

Those who can engage in these two professions are all piled up with spirit stones.

When he first encountered the refining of the four-grade Pei Yuan Dan, and as soon as he opened his mouth, there were thousands of top-grade spirit stones, Cheng Mubai understood.

It is very unlikely that the deacon in charge of registering here may be an alchemist or an alchemist.

Coupled with the fact that there were so many tasks announced by the sect, it was almost impossible for him to remember the contents of this scroll of collecting materials.

All you need to do is scare him, scare him.

The deacon opened his mouth wide and looked at Cheng Mubai with a dumbfounded expression.

How can it be?!

He had memorized one hundred and twenty-eight medicinal herbs completely just now?

Swallowing his saliva, the deacon trembled and stamped the red seal on the written registration form, handed it to Cheng Mubai and said, "That, Senior Brother Cheng Mubai, you, what channel or way do you have to receive these medicinal materials?"

Cheng Mubai smiled slightly: "You guess?"

The deacon laughed wryly.

Pointing to the Goddess Peak behind him, the deacon said, "Then, you take this registration form and go to the internal affairs office on the top of the mountain, do you know the Eighth Elder? The tone is better, he may give more. This is a lot of spirit stones, and his old man will be harsh. ”

Cheng Mubai glanced at this deacon with some surprise.

From the beginning of registration to the present, when I meet someone like myself who seems unreliable, there is no half of ridicule, such a disciple is worth befriending.

Of course, the most critical issue is that if you want to become the chief disciple of the Protector Sect, you had better maintain a good relationship with these disciples.

When there are two chief disciple candidates, when the ability is equal, one is cold and the other is kind as the wind, who will you choose?

This is a question that does not need to be thought about at all.

Moreover, the chief disciple is the future leader of the sect, and he needs a certain amount of communication.

Of course, Cheng Mubai just wanted to become the chief disciple, and he was not ready to stay in the Protector Sect.

He needed this position to marry Yutian.

It's just that his goal is not to protect the sect master, but to support Yu Tian to become a generation of sect masters.

Taking out a high-grade magic-level dagger from the storage ring and handing it to the deacon, Cheng Mubai asked, "Senior brother's surname?"

The deacon took the dagger suspiciously, a bright light flashed in his eyes, but he suppressed it well and said, "Chen Guoqing." ”

Cheng Mubai said: "Senior Brother Chen, please help me save this dagger." If anyone wants to buy it, help me sell 10,000 high-grade spirit stones. ”

After Cheng Mubai finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Chen Guoqing was a little sluggish.

What do you mean? What kind of treasure is this?

Worth 10,000 high-grade spirit stones?!

It wasn't until Cheng Mubai disappeared from view that he suddenly came back to his senses and slapped the back of his head heavily.

Stupid!

How could this top-grade magic-level dagger be worth 10,000 top-grade spirit stones!

If you can't sell it, you will always have it in your own hands.

This junior brother named Cheng Mubai gave himself this dagger!

Chen Guoqing smiled and shook his head.

This junior brother really has a heart.

Beside him, several other deacons came over and asked, "What's the matter? What's wrong with this dagger?"

Chen Guoqing shook his head and smiled at several deacons: "No, it is the owner of this dagger, and he is a very interesting junior brother, I conclude that he will have an extraordinary future in the future!"

"Who? , let you boast so much?" the deacons were a little surprised.

Chen Guoqing shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about it first, let's take a look first." ”

Besides, Cheng Mubai returned to his residence all the way, took out the medicinal materials he needed from the storage ring one by one according to the requirements on the scroll, and then put them into the somewhat shabby ring.

Then, Cheng Mubai took a bath and dressed up carefully.

After doing this, he rushed to the internal affairs office on the top of the mountain with the ring and found the Eighth Elder.

The Eighth Elder was in a somewhat uncomfortable mood today.

I was pestered for a long time by the disciple called Sun Dongjing before, and I was inexplicably given the title of no sympathy.

Although he also had some sympathy for the little boy, the four-grade pill needed nearly two thousand high-grade spirit stones to sell on weekdays.

In times of war, it is possible to double the price.

How does he send it?

If he really wants to send it, the rest of the sect will definitely accuse him of abusing public property.

While refining the elixir, the Eighth Elder threw the utensils as if venting.

Several auxiliary disciples were all helping from afar, and they didn't dare to approach.

At this moment, a disciple with a greasy face walked over, stopped in the distance, and said respectfully, "Master—"

Before he finished his words, the Eighth Elder raised his head and said sharply, "What are you doing standing so far away?"

The disciple's face turned pale and he hurriedly stepped forward.

The Eighth Elder threw another instrument hard, pointed at his disciple's whole body, and said, "What an unenlightened waste! It's my apprentice, do you want a face? If you want a façade, do you understand? When you go out, you represent me and the Protector Sect, understand?"

"It's shiny all day and looks dirty. When others see you, what will they think of me? What do they think of me as the Protector of the Nation?"

Several other disciples who were busy in the distance all looked at the reprimanded disciples with some sympathy.

It's miserable!

Who let him run into the Eighth Elder and be in a bad mood today?

The Eight Elders are really.

I always ask for this and that every day, and now I even care about what I wear.

The Eighth Elder reprimanded that disciple, and when he saw that he was submissive, but indifferent, his heart suddenly became more and more irritable.

Waving his hand, the Eighth Elder said, "Let's go, don't stain your eyes here!"

The corners of the disciple's mouth twitched slightly, and he said stubbornly: "Master, there is a disciple who has come to hand over the task of collecting medicinal materials and materials of the fifth rank." ”

"It's done?" The Eighth Elder's face looked a little better, and he stood up and walked out.

As soon as he walked to the main hall, he saw Cheng Mubai coming up.

Smelling the faint scent of soaphorn on Cheng Mubai's body, and looking at his clean and tidy dress, the Eighth Elder nodded secretly in his heart and said, "Did you take a bath before you came?"

Cheng Mubai said: "Yes." On weekdays, I try to keep my body clean and tidy, and if I go to meet some important people, I will take a special bath. After all, I now represent the disciples of the Protectorate Sect, and I want to give people a positive and good image. ”

The Eighth Elder suddenly felt that the fog in the sky had dissipated.

Chong Cheng Mubai grinned, and the Eighth Elder said, "You, a disciple, quite understand this. Anyone who is important will strive to maintain a good positive image of himself. Boy, I'm optimistic about you. ”

Cheng Mubai said respectfully: "Eighth Elder Xie." ”

Cheng Mubai didn't talk nonsense, and directly reported all the materials to the Eighth Elder at three times the price he had bought before, and finally said: "That's it, a total of one hundred and twenty-eight kinds of medicinal materials, calculated according to the market price, add up, a total of twelve thousand high-grade spirit stones." ”

When he came to the Imperial City from Yongcheng before, he walked on the streets of the Imperial City and asked the major trading markets.

The price is not tripled, but it is not much different.

In the past few days, it has risen somewhat, which is completely reasonable.

Originally, he planned to hoard these medicinal materials for a while longer, and then sell them to the trading market or merchants in the imperial city.

Unexpectedly, the Protector Sect also needs these.

After speaking, Cheng Mubai deliberately glanced at the Eighth Elder.

At this time, if you only say a general number, or even a few words, the Eighth Elder will definitely not give you too many prepaid spirit stones.

With such a large sum of spirit stones, it can be deducted a little bit.

Moreover, the less prepaid spirit stones are given, maybe the disciple who takes the task will bargain harder!

Now the details are here.,The limit is dead.,Are you embarrassed to deduct it?

Even if it is deducted, it can only be deducted very little.

For myself, it's all about making a lot of money anyway.

If you are deducted a little, you should come out and drive it, and it is good to honor the people who protect the country.

The Eighth Elder frowned and said, "So expensive?"

Cheng Mubai said: "Eighth Elder, this is a period of war, and all kinds of materials have grown a lot. If the Eighth Elder doesn't believe you, the disciple can take you to ask from door to door. ”

Only then did the Eighth Elder nod, took out a large bag from the storage ring, opened the pocket, counted it carefully, and then handed it to Cheng Mubai, and said with some pain: "There are only 11,000 here." ”

Cheng Mubai was a little embarrassed: "Eighth Elder, there is a difference of 1,000 top-grade spirit stones!Moreover, now that the price of materials has been rising steadily, the disciples collect them step by step, and the total price will only be 12,000 higher-grade spirit stones, which cannot be lower." According to the market price trend of the disciple in the past few days, after the disciple collected these medicinal materials, the total price should be around thirteen thousand spirit stones. ”

"Thirteen thousand?" The Eighth Elder swallowed his saliva fiercely, took out another thousand high-grade spirit stones from the storage ring, and handed them to Cheng Mubaidao, "Hurry up, cut more! If you can complete the task, you can report to me." As soon as there is a material collection task, I will entrust it to you. ”。

Cheng Mubai took a thousand high-grade spirit stones with some hesitation, and after a long time, he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! 12,000 is 12,000! Everything is for the sect, the disciple has shown this face!"

The Eighth Elder patted Cheng Mubai's shoulder with a smile and said, "Yes, yes, yes, you just want this momentum! Boy, I'm optimistic about you!"