Standing at the window and thinking for a long time, Zhang Mu took out the things on his body, more than three million spirit stones, more than ten first-grade holy pills, three second-grade holy pills, hundreds of top-grade spirit pills, and the things on the entire earth dragon, this is all his net worth that can be used.

"Selling some of the Earth Dragon materials and the Saint Pill, and then helping to refine the Saint Pill to make some money, should be enough for me to exchange for the materials I need to refine the dragon's blood."

Zhang Mu nodded, this earth dragon is a beginner-level sage, and the level is not high compared to him now, so he must use holy medicine to cooperate with refining in order to stimulate the maximum effect.

After having a detailed plan, he was just about to cultivate when there was a knock on the door, and then the tsar spoke: "Shogun, that group of ice cubes is looking for you for something. ”

Zhang Mu knew who the ice cube was that the tsar was talking about, it was the ice and snow clan next door, and he was a little puzzled, didn't he just say that he didn't want to do alchemy?

"What's the matter with them?" Zhang Mu didn't want to go over too much, and felt that it was too troublesome.

"I didn't say it, but the leading Nuo Ling came to you in person, there should be something important." The tsar was also a little strange.

"Good. I'm going to meet him. ”

Zhang Mu came to the door with doubts, and a white figure was really standing there, with a very sincere attitude.

"Emperor Ling, what's the matter with not only looking for me in a hurry?"

When Nuo Ling saw Zhang Mu come out, he said solemnly: "Mu Dansheng, I wonder if I can go to a quiet place to talk in detail?" ”

Zhang Mu saw that this guy was really in trouble, so he nodded: "Come directly to my house." ”

The two walked into the room, opened the formation, sat in their place, and said quietly: "Emperor Ling, let's talk about it." ”

Nuo Ling glanced left and right, and tilted his head as much as possible, as if he was thinking, and finally nodded, he should have understood.

Ye Mu smiled with satisfaction, picked up the Blood Spirit Grass, pinched a leaf and ate it, and immediately a warm heat rose from his abdomen, making the injury begin to improve little by little.

"It is worthy of being the best healing medicine, if I can find this kind of treasure medicine every day, then I will be developed!" Ye Mu smiled, put away the Blood Spirit Grass, and then lay on the ground, letting the little snake be on guard and close his eyes to rest.

After walking all morning, coupled with injuries, Ye Mu quickly fell asleep, and when he woke up, the sky was already a little dark.

Ye Mu found a corpse in the distance, his heart was shocked, he was completely sleepy, and when he looked closely, it was a vicious wolf.

He touched his waist, and the little snake stuck out its head and stuck out its tongue, and it seemed that it had done it again.

Ye Mu touched his chest again, a little surprised: "Amazing, I only ate one leaf, and my injury has improved a lot!"

Seeing that the sun was setting and it was not early, Ye Mu didn't bother to pay attention to the wolf corpse, took his own things, and rushed to Qinghe City.

Two hours later, nine days on the moon, Ye Mu finally came to the outside of Qinghe City.

Looking at the somewhat quaint city walls, some pictures came to Ye Mu's mind, begging here back then, almost starving to death, and then being taken back by Old Man Zhang......

After three years, he is back, and this place is the same as before, it is still so strange, it makes people not feel the slightest sense of belonging.

When I entered the city, I found the cheapest inn to live in, and when I came out the next day, I only had a few pennies left.

The reality was harsher than imagined, and if there was no Blood Spirit Grass, Ye Mu could have predicted that he would definitely be miserable.

Fuyuan Pharmacy, there are a lot of people coming in and out, Ye Mu hesitated for a moment, and then walked in.

Inside the pharmacy, mixed with various medicinal fragrances, Ye Mu took a breath, feeling like returning to Lao Zhang's pharmacy.

However, this place is too big, and even the guys are wearing special clothes, and many of the people who come and go are dressed in brocade and ribbons, and their identities are extraordinary.

Even the doctors, there are several, and the medicinal materials are even more dazzling, and Ye Mu is dazzled.

"Are you seeing a doctor or?"

A young square-faced guy was a little impatient when he saw Ye Mudong looking around.

Especially when he saw Ye Mu dressed shabbyly, he felt a little disdainful in his heart: "If it's okay, don't stop here, there are still many people to see a doctor!"

"Ahem, I'm here to sell herbs, your store should accept it, right?" Ye Mu pretended not to see his face, and calmly explained his intention.

The guy looked Ye Mu up and down, seeing that his hands were empty, and couldn't help sneering: "Selling medicine, why didn't I see that you have medicine on you?"

"Here!"

Ye Mu carefully took out a red herb from his arms, like blood watering.

"What kind of herb is this? I've never seen it, so come and let the shopkeeper take a look! The square-faced guy couldn't get it for sure, but he also believed Ye Mu's words.

Following the guy, Ye Mu came to a separate counter, and an old man with a snow-white beard was sitting on a wooden chair, looking at an account book in his hand. Next to him, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man lowered his head and was sorting out the herbs on the counter.

"Shopkeeper, there are medicine pickers!" The square-faced guy whispered.

The white-bearded old man raised his eyelids and glanced at Ye Mu casually, when he saw the thing in his hand, a glimmer of light flashed in the old man's eyes, he put down the ledger and stood up, a little surprised: "Blood Spirit Grass, little brother good luck."

"Old gentleman, how much do you think this blood spirit grass can sell?" Ye Mu smiled and blocked the herbs on the counter.

The white-bearded old man glanced at it a few times, groaned slightly, and said, "You are a fifty-year-old blood spirit grass, but one leaf is missing, and the medicinal properties are a little lost, ten taels of silver, how about it?"

This price is a bit low, but Ye Mu knows that it is normal for him to be lowered when he first arrives, but he still tried: "Old man, the blood spirit grass is rare, I think other pharmacies are happy to accept it."

The white-bearded old man showed surprise, he didn't expect this half-grown young man to dare to bargain with him, his grandson was so old, but he didn't even know how to wear clothes.

"In this way, I will give you fifteen taels at most, and no more."

"Deal!" Ye Mu knew the advance and retreat, and agreed on the spot.

Soon, Ye Mu had an extra bag of silver in his hand.

The white-bearded old man smiled kindly: "Little brother can find the Blood Spirit Grass, it can be seen that he has some skills, if he has any medicinal materials in the future, he can come to our store, and he guarantees that he is not lower than the others."

Ye Mu nodded, picked up the silver, and walked out of the pharmacy.

He went to the garment shop and bought two sets of nice clothes, and after changing them, he finally looked a little human, and went to the inn to have a good meal.

The next day, Ye Mu habitually got up early, opened the window, and the fresh air came to his face.

"There is a little snake here, I am not short of money for the time being, now I have two paths, one is to go to a private school, participate in the imperial examination and become an official, and the other is to go to the martial arts hall, practice martial arts and strengthen my body, and become a small town under the martial mountain, Ye Mu smiled faintly: "Lao Zhang, I have come to fulfill my promise!"

With his two servants, he strode towards the town, and when he came to Lao Zhang's pharmacy, he found that its doors were closed and not open.

Turning around and coming to Lao Wang's baked cake shop, Ye Mu bought three baked cakes, tasted the familiar taste, and asked, "Why is Zhang Lao."

(End of chapter)