"You can just look at it, is there a tripod for sale at the auction? ”

At the beginning, Nie Hu only heard about it and did not confirm it.

Now that the auction is getting closer and closer, Ling Hao has to inquire in advance.

After all, without the medicine pod, the efficacy of those medicinal materials would be greatly reduced.

"Ding?"

Han Yes was stunned, and after pondering for a while, he said firmly: "Yes, it seems to be called the Medicine King Ding, which is said to be an antique handed down from the Tang Dynasty, and I don't know if it is the kind of Medicine Ding you want." ”

Ling Hao opened his mouth, and Han Yeshuang knew that Ling Hao would definitely refine the medicine.

The ability to refine medicine is not something that just one person can do.

In the past, there were countless talents in Lang Huaxia, but only except for those who could refine medicine.

From the secret history, there are only a few people such as Sun Simiao, Bian Que, Hua Tuo, etc.

"Medicine King Ding?"

Hearing the name, Ling Hao's heart moved, and he said, "You can help me inquire about that Medicine King Ding, if you can, it is best to win it without auction." ”

If his guess is correct, the Medicine King Ding should be the Ding of refining medicine.

Coming here, Ling Hao had used the soul searching technique a few times, and knew what a splendid culture the Tang Dynasty was.

At that time, maybe there were really immortal cultivators and pharmacists.

Seeing Ling Hao's straight face, Han Yeshuang nodded and said, "That Ding is actually not difficult, because there are very few pharmacists, but there are many people fighting for those medicinal materials, because the heavenly and earthly treasures can increase internal strength." ”

Han Yeshuang's words, Ling Hao naturally understood as soon as he heard them.

A very simple example, Ganoderma lucidum can increase internal strength.

Although there are very few martial artists who can refine medicine, they can increase their internal strength without cultivating after eating the heavenly and earthly treasures of Lingzhi.

However, in Ling Hao's opinion, it was just a tyrannical thing, after all, the effect of medicinal herbs when eaten raw and refined into medicine could not be compared.

"Do you want to refine some low-grade pills in exchange for medicinal herbs?"

Ling Hao's heart moved.

Money is just a number for many warriors.

But the attractiveness of the elixir cannot be measured by money.

Ling Hao dared to be sure, many martial arts families, martial arts sects will have natural treasures, but it is unrealistic to buy them with money, and people will not care about how much money.

If you exchange it for elixir, it will be enough to make anyone's heart move.

The elixir that Ling Hao had refined would never appear the same on the earth for a second time.

Moreover, it is only some low-grade medicinal pills that increase internal strength.

Ling Hao could refine hundreds or thousands of pieces at will.

"Is that an advantage?"

Ling Hao laughed lightly in his heart. Although the aura on the earth is depleted and the medicinal materials are difficult to find, the same spell disappears and the immortal cultivator disappears, and he has a natural advantage.

Half an hour later, the convoy stopped at the Longjiang City Cemetery, Ling Hao, Han Yeshuang Zixi and others stood in front, and behind them Longjiang City had a figure with a head and a face.

As for the small families, they are all standing behind.

There is a huge disparity in status, and even if they are given a guts, they dare not stand with these people.

Just like you, an ordinary policeman, do you dare to walk side by side with the director in serious matters?

Apparently not.

The funeral was carried out in an orderly manner, and Ling Hao stood aside and watched everything.

So far, it's enough.

At noon, Shangguan Hai and the others had already arranged the hotel.

After Nie was buried, thousands of people gathered in the hotel to talk in a low voice.

The owner of the hotel is a middle-aged man over 50 years old, and he has already received an order from Shangguan Hai to prepare the ingredients.

There are only 200 tables for thousands of people, and their restaurant is more than enough.

"That's Master Ling, you're really young. ”

It was very easy for the boss to find Ling Hao's figure.

Among so many people, only Ling Hao was surrounded by big shots, and each of them was very respectful.

Apart from Master Ling, who else in Longjiang City has such qualifications.

"Boss, when can we have a majestic style, you see that the director is pouring wine for others. A waiter had a look of envy on his face.

"You, next life. ”

The boss hit mercilessly, and quickly ordered the kitchen to prepare.

The main table, Ling Hao, Zixi, Han Yeshuang, Hong Ziyi, Tang Mingzhi, Nie Hu, Chu Yu, and eight senior officials of the city have a table.

As for the others, they were not qualified to sit with Ling Hao.

"Lao Huang, this is Master Ling. ”

Sitting next to Tang Mingzhi was a shrewd middle-aged man, who knew at a glance that he was in a high position, and there was an invisible majesty on his body.

It's just that when he arrives at this table, his momentum is obviously a little weak.

After all, Hong Ziyi and Han Yeshuang are both disciples of the Longhua City family, and although a high-ranking official in the city is in a high position, they only show a little respect but don't need to show anything too much.

Ling Hao looked indifferent.

Tang Mingzhi, Nie Hu and Zixi plus Chu Yu are different, in terms of status, they can't be compared with Huang Fajie, a high-ranking city official.

Hearing Tang Mingzhi's introduction, Huang Fajie immediately stood up, without the slightest shelf, and stretched out his hand with a smile on his face: "I have long wanted to know Master Ling, but I am busy with official business, and today Huang has to have a drink with Master Ling." ”

Huang Fajie did not mention Ling Hao's age, nor did he say compliments that Ling Hao was too young.

Because in their eyes, age is not important, the most important thing is strength.

Huang Fajie is old enough to be Ling Hao's son, so it must be inappropriate for him to mention his age.

"He is worthy of being a high-ranking city official. ”

Ling Hao knew it in his heart, and he also stood up and said indifferently: "Ling is just a martial artist, Secretary Huang really admires Ling for managing a city in such an orderly manner." ”

Governing a city is not as easy as imagined, and the senior city officials in their fifties are not too prominent.

It's just that Ling Hao still understands the truth of not hitting the smiling face person.

Especially now that his strength is still much worse, there will definitely be a lot of trouble in Longjiang City in the future.

If he had to do every little thing himself, then how much time would he have to cultivate.

It is better to give these people some small creations to make them grateful, and they will definitely be able to reduce a lot of unnecessary troubles when encountering problems.

This is the way of life!

"Each other, each other! Old man Nie happened, I, a high-ranking official in the city, was under a lot of pressure, fortunately, Master Ling roped those villains according to the law, and Huang would inevitably report this matter to the top, and heard Director Wang say that he wanted to help Master Ling with the martial arts spirit medal. ”

"This matter is wrapped up in Huang, and the medal will be delivered to Master Ling within five days. ”

Huang Fajie has a lovely smile and a humble attitude.

He knew in his heart that the future of a young man like Ling Hao was limitless.

He was fifty-three years old, and his career was almost at the end of his career.

When the time comes, he will still need to rely on these martial arts families to live.