Chapter Ninety-Six: Descending the Mountain
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"After talking about business, let's talk about the matter of the Hundred Miles of Starry Sky, did you tell him that your crafting skills were taken from me?" The abbot looked at Sanzang with an unkind expression.
"Hmm!" Sanzang nodded in acknowledgement. Baili Starry Sky may not have said that he told it, but Sanzang will not hide it from the abbot.
"You stinky boy, don't you know how much the old man paid for your skill book? More than ten years of savings have been given to the system, just to give you a skill book, you are good, and you also introduce someone, do you want my savings for more than ten years? I'm an old man, shouldn't I save some money for retirement? As soon as the abbot heard Sanzang's words, he raised his beard, his eyes widened, and he looked at Sanzang angrily.
Sanzang lowered his head, and Nuno said, "I didn't know that skill was so valuable."
He knew that the production skills book he learned was precious, but he didn't expect it to be so valuable, how terrifying was the abbot's savings for more than ten years? Just think about it, but at such a big cost, it's not to exchange this skill book, but just to hand it over to the system, so that the system agrees to give this skill book to him?
Sanzang was moved, unconsciously stood up, and knelt down again.
"Master Xie, I will definitely not disappoint the master."
The abbot almost went against the will of the entire Shaolin, choosing to support himself, rather than supporting the player, whether it was for the reasons instructed by the system, or simply optimistic about himself, Sanzang was only grateful to the abbot.
"Get up!" The abbot smiled, raised his hand, and motioned for Sanzang to get up.
"That kid in the Hundred Miles Starry Sky is not bad, although he talks a little more, he can also calm down, and he is also a monk in making equipment. It's impossible to have a skill book like yours again, but he has to make equipment, and there are quite a few suitable skill books. ā
"Although you have the skill book I gave, but this is far from enough, other skill books also have to be learned, how to learn specifically, which ones to learn, you can arrange it yourself, if you want to take the road of equipment production, you will walk out of your own road of craftsmanship."
"Judging from the player's reaction, as well as the attitude of those old men of the sect towards you, you are not suitable to stay in Shaolin now, the matter of equipment production, I will arrange a hundred miles of starry sky, after the fight in Muren Lane, arrange it yourself, and go down the mountain!"
"Where are you going?" Sanzang looked up at the abbot, the rivers and lakes were so big, it seemed that there was no place he wanted to go.
"Jianghu Road, the road is under your feet, you have to walk by yourself." Abbot.
"Also, don't forget, you represent the sect, the task of the chief disciple, or to attract more destined disciples to join the sect."
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"Warning, the medium bandit village copy of your main town guard is attacked, please determine the boss candidate for the first three stages of the town guard position within five minutes, give up the selection or overtime selection, and the system will automatically assign it." System.
"Yi Qingqing applied to become the third-stage town guard boss of the medium-sized mountain bandit village, do you agree?" System.
Shortly after leaving the abbot's room, a system prompt rang in my ears.
"It seems that the battle for the head of the sect is over, and players are starting to pay attention to farming dungeons and playing experience again." Agreeing to Yi Qingqing's application for a copy of the town guard, Sanzang bowed his head and muttered to himself.
With Yi Qingqing's current strength, the particularity of the handleless sword, and the current strength of the Quanzhen Sect player, this copy wants to attack it, but there is no hope.
There is no problem with the dungeon guard, the question is whether the player will continue to attack, and the time of the attack, now the total experience of the dungeon is already 32 million, as long as the first and second stages are completed, the experience gain is 12.8 million, far more than the initial dungeon of 5 million, as long as the player understands this, and then every time he gives up the dungeon in the second stage, even if there is a dead player who loses a little experience, they are still willing to play this dungeon.
The biggest role of Muren Lane is to increase the advanced value of the battle rank, after being beaten for three days and three nights, Sanzang believes that his battle rank will definitely rise to the next rank, and if the battle rank breaks through, he will lose the opportunity to guard the copy of the middle mountain bandit village, and he will also lose the intermediate martial arts reward of the intermediate mountain bandit village copy of the intermediate mountain bandit village copy of the advanced high mountain bandit village copy.
An intermediate martial arts, even if it is not what you need, it is very valuable to sell it, and it doesn't take much time to get an advanced and advanced copy, so Sanzang naturally won't give up.
"For the sake of that intermediate-level martial arts, Muren Alley will fight later. After waiting for a few days, I will fight the Bujie Tower again, and then collect some equipment crafting materials to start crafting equipment. It's going to go down the mountain, and these equipment won't be sold in the sect. ā
Thinking that the equipment was not sold on consignment in the sect, Sanzang naturally thought of the Qibao Building in Dengfeng City, which belonged to his shop.
Thinking of Qibaolou, thinking of Xiao Qi, thinking of Xiao Qi, Sanzang's heart was excited, but his expression was also a little gloomy.
"Qibaolou, Xiao Qi, I don't know how it is now."
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Seven days later, on the official road from Shaolin to Dengfeng City, Sanzang wore an ordinary yellow monk's robe, rode a handsome white horse under his crotch, and Shi Shiran went to Dengfeng City.
"This fine horse with an iron horse is much more comfortable to ride than the thin white horse before." Sanzang sat on the white horse, his expression was leisurely, and he didn't see the slightest expression of being forced to leave Shaolin.
This white horse was naturally exchanged for the iron horse card obtained by playing a copy with Yi Qingqing.
Riding a white horse, walking on the official road, and occasionally seeing other players riding thin horses exchanged for wooden horse plates, Sanzang still felt a little proud in his heart.
As more and more medium quests are played, more and more wooden horses are produced, and more players have mounts. However, there are many thin and inferior horses, and there are almost no white horses like Sanzang who exchange iron horses.
"Stop."
Sanzang was riding on a white horse leisurely enjoying the scenery along the road, and suddenly rushed out of the roadside with a dozen players.
These players waved their big knives in their hands and shouted loudly, directly blocking Sanzang's way.
"What? Rob? Sanzang asked with a smile, not only did he not take these players seriously, but he also sighed in his heart that he was so lucky, and he took this road to Dengfeng City twice, but he encountered robbery.
Previously an NPC, now a player.
Moreover, these players don't rob others, but they rob themselves, to see if they are wronged, or do they feel like they are bullied?
"Don't laugh, hand over something valuable if you don't want to die." The lead player, a Shaolin disciple, screamed angrily.
He walked around the white horse, looked at Sanzang carefully, suddenly understood something, jumped in front of Sanzang, pointed his finger and shouted: "I remember, I have seen you, your name is Sanzang, and the monk who robbed my goddess before." ā
"Tell me, where is my goddess?" The leader pointed the broadsword at Sanzang.
"Who is your goddess?" Sanzang was stunned, how to rob and rush to become a goddess.